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who: Sigrun Eide; OPEN
what: Continuing threads from the TDM and an open Perimeter Guard prompt.
when: month of July
where: around the City
warnings: tba if needed

i. perimeter guard patrol

[There's nothing in the world to set Sigrun at ease like a good old military routine. It sucks, of course, being one of the regular guard again, doing regular patrols like a dumb grunt and taking orders. After being a Captain with her own squad for so long, it stings a little.

But the routine is good. Soothing to her deeply military soul. The pattern of patrols and the shooting range and training and eating in the mess is great for her mental health, and somehow, whenever she's out on a patrol around the edge of the Inhabited City making sure the wall is secure, whenever she's on her way back to the barracks, instead of tired, she's highly energized. Talkative.

Fellow guards are welcome to join her on patrol, or anyone can run into her at breakfast at a café or in the PG mess hall after a nighttime run around the wall.]

ii. carnivale

Sigrun has a top-level at Carnivale here!

iii. wildcard

If you're interested in threading with Sigrun, but not my prompts, feel free to throw me a random starter or send me a PM or message me on caffemisto to plot something! I know my Perimeter Guard prompt doesn't have much of a hook and is pretty open-ended, so if you want to throw your character out there minding their own business, I'll have Sigrun approach them.

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[South might be dolled up in a suit of armor, but Sigrun is kind of the opposite. Dressed in her Perimeter Guard uniform with a hunting dagger at her belt and a very old-fashioned rifle slung across her back. No armor, no helmet, nothing that has a computer chip or processor. It's fairly obvious fairly quickly that she's an old-school type.

Also pretty obvious that she has zero fear. She's grinning as she walks over to the gate where they agreed to meet, at least until she sees this giant purple monstrosity. Jumping halfway out of her skin, she yelps a little, violet eyes wide.]

Whoa! What the hell are you!?

[Okay, she's not expecting the reaction, but she'll take it. It makes her let out a laugh, amused entirely. She takes in the other's appearance as she calms her laughter, shaking her head both at the less technological advanced feel of the woman, and at her being startled]

I'm a robot from the future.

[She says in her most deadpanned voice before giving another laugh and tugging off her helmet]

Never seen this sort of armor before?

[At that, Sigrun snorts loudly, waving a hand at the giant pink thing.]

Hah. Nice try. I can totally tell you're the same person I was texting with. Bad attitude.

[Laughing a bit, she rests a hand on her hip and looks the suit up and down.]

Nope. That thing's crazy. Where'd you get it?

From home, it'shandy but I don't need it. I just bust it out for extra big missions or first trips out with new people I don't know, just in case they need extra saving in a hurry, ya know?

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Uh-huh. Sure.

[There's a lilting of challenge in it, and she raises her brows, still looking the thing up and down. It's the opposite of Sigrun, who's dressed in a plain Perimeter Guard uniform, with an AK-47 slung across her back. No armour, no shields.]

Bet you just get nervous going outside the walls without that thing.

Me? Nervous? I'm never nervous! It's for newbies protection, until I know you can survive, I pull out the heavy guns and armor to keep you alive just in case you're overestimating how good you are. But I can take the metal armor off, the undersuit is more than enough for me. I've gone out in jeans and a tank top, shorts and a crop top, you name it I've gone out monster hunting. I'm kinda a huge deal with this stuff.

[The shooting range isn't an uncommon place for Breq to spend her time in the Perimeter Guard facilities. She's got her ancillary-sharp reflexes that give her a better chance at hitting her targets than most humans, but she believes in staying sharp.

Today she's not shooting, though-- she's focused on the guns the Guard has for practice in the shooting galleries. She has the pieces of one laid out in front of her on a towel draped over a bench, in fact, and she's very methodically cleaning each part.

For all that she seems very focused on her current task, when Sigrun moves towards the lockers along the back, she pipes up.]

If you're using one of the facility's weapons, take from the right side of the rack.

[Sigrun's been spending a lot of time in the shooting range for the past few days. Between exploring and patrolling, she still has to make time for all of the training they're putting her through, learning the new high-tech weaponry that they have here. Most of the weapons she's used to are low-tech, hunting rifles and semi-automatics and shotguns, explosives and flamethrowers. Anything with a computer chip or a laser is way beyond her.

Today, she's planning to try one of the laser guns that the weapons trainer told her about in the morning. It took a while, but she finally understood what a laser was when the trainer compared it to burning leaves with a beam of light from a magnifying glass. It kind of makes sense, and Sigrun's fine with 'kind of' as long as it means she can shoot things.

She's perusing the rack of weapons when the other woman comments that she should take right side. Sighing, Sigrun puts her hands on her hips and glances over at her.]

Hey, would you mind giving me a hand? Which ones are the laser ones again?

[That's enough to make Breq look up from the particular weapon she's cleaning, to survey Sigrun and the section of shelf she's planted herself in front of. She notches the part she's working on back into the whole of a partially-reassembled weapon, then gestures toward a particular section of the rack.]

The white ones with three notches along the side. The ones on the right have all been serviced recently. The others are all in a chancier state, projectile weapons included.

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[The woman looks like she knows what she's doing, and that's definitely something she can appreciate. She's got a weapon all laid out in pieces, cleaning it up, and it looks like she knows what she's doing with the ones on the shelf too. All in all, seems like a good friend to make in a place like this. Sigrun's always had a much easier time learning from someone she likes, after all.

Glancing over at Breq again, she turns at her advice and peruses the weapons on the shelf that she mentioned, noting which have been serviced, and which are chancy.]

Thanks for the tip. I've never used the laser ones before. You think I should wait for an instructor?

But you've used physical projectiles?

[The examination of Sigrun lasts another moment or two, before she gestures the concern off with a wave.]

Unless you're doing trick shots, the firing process is only negligibly different. The differences are in the lack of kickback and the speed at which it hits the target, and those are best discovered through experience. In my opinion.

[She reconsiders, then adds,] Tinted goggles are also a reasonable precaution.

Yep. Lots of times.

[A casual smile.]

I'm used to guns that are a lot more uh...low tech than these. Mostly hunting rifles, shotguns, and semi-autos.

[At the mention of a lack of kickback and increased speed, though, she seems to perk up, eyes bright.]

Whoa, wait, they have no kickback and they're faster? Are they quiet too? Please tell me they're quiet.

Depends on the weapon.

[She shrugs, then starts pointing to them.]

Those ones lose charge quickly, even on the range. All of them are highly visible. None of them leave the same kind of damage as a projectile weapon. Others simulate firing.

[She shrugs, lowering her hand again to start adding the next piece back onto the gun in front of her.]

There are always balances. What do you want to use them for?

[That gets her grinning, even if it's not a sure thing or anything. Turning back to the rack of guns, she runs her fingers over the line of one of them, half curious, half reverent.]

Visible's never really been all that big a problem, at least not at home. I'm still getting used to how things are different here. The monsters have better eyes, you know? It's not all about sound.

[A little sigh, and she glances back at the other woman.]

Just doing my job as Perimeter Guard. Protecting the walls and the people, you know? Expanding this place so we can grow. Same as back home.

What sort of creatures were you defending against?

[She's already making calculations about that, her interest dragged away from the weapon she carries to instead focus on Sigrun. Lack of knowledge of laser guns doesn't necessarily mean a reality less technologically advanced than her own, considering the projectile weapons that she herself uses.

Without asking what she thinks of space, there's no accounting for that, either. But it certainly seems to be a more dangerous place than most of the annexed worlds of the Radch, where the wildlife was rarely, if ever, a threat.]

Beasts. Trolls. Giants.

[Sigrun says it casually, but a moment later, she sighs as if very put upon, and turns to look at the other woman instead of the guns.]

Right, I keep forgetting we're the only place with the Rash. It's a kind of virus that turns animals into weird gross monsters, all deformed and hungry. They eat people, infect 'em with the virus if they're not immune...I'm immune, don't worry, and apparently not a carrier. They put me in quarantine for like two weeks when I got here.

[She waves a hand.]

The monsters here, sometimes they're bigger, and they look different, but it's all still pretty familiar. You know?

[Breq blinks, goes still for a moment, then shakes her head.]

I can't say I've heard of anything like that that wasn't a biological weapon. [And even those were too horrible for the Radch to bother with-- annexations were messy, but creating monsters out of your future citizens would be much more troublesome than simply executing them.]/small>

Sensible. The creatures here are dangerous, but not contagious, as far as I'm aware. [She pauses.] Not that it's a good idea to get bitten anyway.

[Biological weapon? That sounds...really unnerving. Sigrun frowns a little at the mention of it, fingers running absently over the smooth metal of one of the guns.]

This one wasn't on purpose, far as we know. Then again, the people in the Old World were kinda bonkers. They had plastic books and a bunch of other dumb stuff that made no sense, so who knows where the Rash came from? Maybe they made it.

[It's the first time she's ever wondered that, and it's not a pleasant thought. In fact, it leaves a twisty little knot of anxiety in her gut.]

Good. Monsters are bad enough without worrying about losing people to a disease.

[Breq's gesture is one of calm ambivalence, as if the prospect isn't particularly concerning to her the way it seems to be to Sigrun.]

I suppose it doesn't much matter here. Unless the knowledge would change your treatment of that threat where you're from-- if you're aiming to return.

[She begins to inspect the next piece of the weapon she's working on, then picks up a second to check their fit.]

[Sigrun's energy does not go unnoticed. Bucky is on a regular patrol today, with no rescue missions needing another pair of hands; instead of taking any time off, he usually just works elsewhere to keep himself occupied. It's halfway decent money, too, not that he really needs it, but it contributes to the feeling of productivity.

He's got a rifle slung over his shoulder and he walks the route with easy posture, relaxed but alert, eyes flicking to the direction of every out-of-place noise as they keep to the wall.]

I never know whether to be glad or disappointed when patrols are uneventful.

[That's part of the reason Sigrun chose to be a regular PG member instead of one of the specialists. Much as she liked being a troll hunter and an officer back home, specifically, instead of one of the grunt infantry, here it seems like there'd be a lot less work if she was too specialized.

Of course, she never thought a place as fancy as this could have anywhere near as much trouble with marauding monsters as they did back home. That had been a pretty dumb assumption, it turned out, with all the monsters out there. At least none of them are sick with anything, at least not that she's seen yet.

Still, this patrol's pretty boring, so when the guy she's patrolling with starts talking, she sees no problem with chewing the fat a bit.]

Right? It's a bit boring, but at the same time, it's like a vacation. A vacation from a vacation mission.

[A pause, thoughtful.]

Then again that vacation turned out to be a huge pain. Here's hoping this patrol isn't the same, right?

[The longer it's quiet, the more Bucky is on edge. It's rare that he doesn't encounter something, even if it's just a quick scuffle with a lone creature trying its luck at the wall, but still. He can chat a bit and be ready if they get attacked at the same time. It doesn't hurt to get to know people he might be working with again in the future.]

No luck with vacations, huh? [He's not sure what vacation she's talking about, but he can sympathize. He hasn't even tried to take one in... When was his last period of leave? 1944? Early '45? Too long to recall very clearly.] I guess I should be hoping it stays quiet like this. When it's quiet for too long, you start to wonder when it's going to go wrong, though.

[Sighing a bit at that comment, she shakes her head a bit, frowning.]

No. I volunteered for this exploration mission into the Silent World with a couple of kids and this Danish guy because it seemed like it would be easy, but...

[She trails off, feeling that abrupt queasy feeling she gets when she thinks about Lalli and Emil, left behind, her head saying they're dead and her heart saying they can't be. Frowning again, she worries at her lower lip with her teeth and then changing the topic quickly when he gives her an out.]

Hah. You have a point, not that I'm really used to 'quiet' too much. You think there's anything stirring out here?

[Pausing, she prods at a bush with the end of her gun, trying to startle out any waiting monsters before she passes it.]

Though she lived outside of the barracks, every once and awhile Elizabeth did make the early shift to catch breakfast at the nearest Cafe from the guard headquarters. Though not all entirely social compared to her sisters, she was used to meal times being talkative affairs, and meals by herself made her even more aware of how alone she was without her family.

She made her way there after cleaning up from a shift, spotting one of other guard-members at a table. "Would you mind a dining companion for breakfast?"

Elizabeth isn't exactly what Sigrun would've expected from a Perimeter Guard member. She's too pretty and...well...fancy. But Sigrun's seen her in a fight a couple times, either with the monsters or in the training grounds, and found herself surprised in a good way. Elizabeth? Great with a sword.

When the girl comes over and asks if she can join her for breakfast, Sigrun's face lights up and she nods, patting the chair beside her, chewing enthusiastically and swallowing the bite of pancakes she's got in her mouth before talking.

"Sure! No sweat. You coming in from a patrol or heading out?"

Had she been able to, Elizabeth would've laughed to think someone thought her fancy (and wondered if they were drunk to consider her pretty). To be certain, her manner of dress had shades of 'old world' compared to others, and even in combat, she had a penchant for either skirts or frock coats, but she wasn't nearly so focused on frills as her younger sisters. More to the point, it was just years of habit and decorum.

She smiled and pulled out the other chair from the table to join her. "Coming in from a patrol."

A rather eventful one, and she was looking forward to a breakfast she didn't have to concoct herself. "Yourself?"

When a server arrived at their table, Elizabeth ordered a pot of ceylon tea and a raisin bagel with jam and butter.

Being what she is - a military brat who's tall, lanky, and plain, from a post-apocalyptic Norway - Elizabeth certainly seems fancy and pretty. Sigrun's education hasn't included a whole lot on manners and deportment or etiquette, and she's probably worn a dress about three times in her whole life and hated it every time.

Still, it's not like she doesn't like those things. On other women. Women who are prettier than her. Like Elizabeth.

Resting her chin in her hand as the other woman sits down across from her, she grins.

"Nice. Same here. I was out on a long double-shift run with one of the guys, just the two of us. More stealth than anything, looking for any breaks in the wall. Nothing special, but I'm still pumped up."

When the server comes by, Sigrun asks for another cup of tea, and cuts another slice off her pancake. Honestly, the food is probably the best thing about this place, far as she's concerned.

"How'd yours go?"

"With such creatures as these, stealth would be the smartest tactic." True, the crab like creatures were hardly intelligent, but the predators were and they had sharper hearing besides.

"Where I could say the same. Unfortunately, several times in the evening we had to stop several of these beasts from burrowing under the fense. Of course, we stopped them, but the smell and sounds did attract even more unwanted attention."

The server arrived with a small tea service and mug. Normally, she preferred her tea black, with only a little sugar, but this called for the full treatment.

"Yeah. Stealth is usually the smartest tactic. I always use a dagger first, right through the head."

She punctuates this statement by sliding her knife into the top of her stack of pancakes like a demonstration, before continuing.

"The noisier you are, the more of them hear you and come swarming over, then you're overwhelmed and it gets ugly. That's when you lose people."

Then she leans in a bit more, chin in her hand again, as Elizabeth continues talking, mentioning the beasts burrowing under the fence.

"Yep, that's exactly what I mean. You say they're digging under the fence? I wonder if we should up patrols..."

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