April Catch-All

[leatherdaddy]

who: Gladio and a lot of scrawny dudes YOU
what: Two missions, and a whole lot of bad decisions social interactions
when: April catch-all means... all of April!
where: Various
warnings: Warnings will be in subject lines!




Mission: Brownout (closed to Reaper, Sans, McCree, Gladio)

Mission: How to Train Your... (closed to Gladio, Sans, Gooeygetsu, Eichi, Sasuke, McCree)

I Never (closed to mission-goers; tag in with your I, Never and threadjack away!)
 
Training Sessions (OTA who wants to play out survival, weapons training, etc)

Comments

[peacekeeps]

To his credit, Jesse doesn't spend the entire time glaring at Reaper. He got most of it out of his system last night: once he'd smoked that night's cigar to stubs he didn't waste any time resting easy, one eye cracked open and lingering on the silhouette that lay only bare yards away, the alcohol sitting in his stomach stoking the ornery feeling in his gut until it burned itself out, quick and pointless as a campfire kept on too long.

"We got a minute," Jesse says. "And by a minute, I mean an hour and change." There's a minute, spurs clinking in the reeds and stones, and then—he turns his head. Big cheesy grin, fresh cigar hanging between his teeth. "And that ain't countin' unforeseen delays."

The lilt in his voice at delays is self-explanatory in its amusement. Part of him is way too curious about the beasts in this end of the frontier, and if he's insistent on treating the dour presence at the tail end of the party with some kind of neutrality, it's a damn easy day for adventuring.