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jumpscares2015-07-14 03:21 pm
untodawn) wrote in jumpscares2015-07-14 03:21 pm
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CLOSED | A trip to the store.
▶ WHO: John-117, Peggy Carter, and Chris Redfield
▶ DATE: Jul. 14th, early morning.
▶ WARNINGS: TBD.
▶ SUMMARY: The Master Chief puts together a crack team of combat ready grocery shoppers.
[ Eyes flicker up to the heads' up display where the time 05:48 blinks back at him. Standing outside the lab room entrance, John arrived early anticipating the need to brief his stopgap fireteam between checking their equipment and establishing a more concrete plan then - 'leave at sun up and hope for the best.' He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he fiddles with the fabric straps of an olive drab rucksack with an emphasis on it being little more than a sack. It was flimsy compared to what he was used to but his MJOLNIR wasn't exactly suited for a supply run especially one working out of little more than a shoe box. It had to, and he was growing used to sometimes shoddy 21st century equipment.
Part of his reasoning behind this whole operation was the astronomical disparity in time that put John at a distinct disadvantage. Even though he was perfectly capable on running this one alone he wouldn't even know where to begin once he actually got to the Hollows. Medical supplies were all rudimentary, everything he could scavenge from a hardware store he wouldn't know what would be useful and what belonged in a museum. All of it, probably but that's besides the point. If he was stuck here then he had to make due and that meant he needed 'experts' - people who knew this century and what out in the Hollows could be brought back to the compound.
Working the rucksack around his midsection so it could rest on the small of his back, wearing it not unlike a fanny pack for someone of his size. John checks then double checks that it was secure before going over Dr. Halsey's succinct list of requested supplies once more than watching both ends of the hall. Waiting for his mystery team. ]
▶ DATE: Jul. 14th, early morning.
▶ WARNINGS: TBD.
▶ SUMMARY: The Master Chief puts together a crack team of combat ready grocery shoppers.
[ Eyes flicker up to the heads' up display where the time 05:48 blinks back at him. Standing outside the lab room entrance, John arrived early anticipating the need to brief his stopgap fireteam between checking their equipment and establishing a more concrete plan then - 'leave at sun up and hope for the best.' He shifts his weight from one foot to the other as he fiddles with the fabric straps of an olive drab rucksack with an emphasis on it being little more than a sack. It was flimsy compared to what he was used to but his MJOLNIR wasn't exactly suited for a supply run especially one working out of little more than a shoe box. It had to, and he was growing used to sometimes shoddy 21st century equipment.
Part of his reasoning behind this whole operation was the astronomical disparity in time that put John at a distinct disadvantage. Even though he was perfectly capable on running this one alone he wouldn't even know where to begin once he actually got to the Hollows. Medical supplies were all rudimentary, everything he could scavenge from a hardware store he wouldn't know what would be useful and what belonged in a museum. All of it, probably but that's besides the point. If he was stuck here then he had to make due and that meant he needed 'experts' - people who knew this century and what out in the Hollows could be brought back to the compound.
Working the rucksack around his midsection so it could rest on the small of his back, wearing it not unlike a fanny pack for someone of his size. John checks then double checks that it was secure before going over Dr. Halsey's succinct list of requested supplies once more than watching both ends of the hall. Waiting for his mystery team. ]