#jace 01

[dread-frequencies]

@jacelindon Port Leiry General ER

This is insane. It's stupid and insane and she wouldn't be doing it, probably, if she wasn't stupid insane. But in addition to knowing it's stupid and insane, it's also not the first time, so when she doesn't see anybody around, she slips into the small cubby off the back of the ER, flashes the stolen ID Badge, and shines the UV over the keypad, taking a handful of attempts to figure the password out before the ADC opens with a quiet, pneumatic hiss.

She tracks down what she's looking for. Perfect. Too perfect, she thinks as she tries to stealthy drop the bottles of seroquel, risperdal, and zyprexa into her pack. Benzos too.

Luck pushed far enough, she zips the pack up, but spins on her heel when she becomes deftly aware of somebody about to round the corner. Shit.

She's small enough to hide in the space between the ADC and a closet full of other supplies, but there's no shot he's not going to see her, so she just holds her breath and gets ready to run.

[aelitatoussaint]

@jacelindon

Nobody can leave, but the town seems so very dedicated to ignoring that anything odd is going on. Like she was meant to be there, she pours into the space in front of him, sizing him up with an appraising eye. "You look lonely tonight," Aelita says after a beat, hands in her pockets, breath in the air.

"You should buy me a drink tonight, Jace."

Her father's accent peeks through her stable English, picked up after nine years of pretending to be a Canuck, - it lends an air, she finds, familiar and forward like the rest of her - because it puts her on the front foot. She doesn't intend to menace - not here or now, or at the very least, yet, and as she shrugs in her big, poofy coat, she smiles a warm smile, pretty teeth and glossy lips. "Few places still open, even in... all this." She motions to the city that sprawls up out of the snow around them. "You're a doctor, you like helping people who need it, yeah?"

[freelancechameleon]

@cittaherondale​

Bored, bored, bored! It’s been, Xane thought, far too long since he’d done anything interesting. Obviously, the thing to do was find some sap to mess with. The real question was, how? What trick would be the most amusing? Would he use his imitations, or challenge himself to do without?

Ah, and this so-called modern world provided him so many more ways of amusing himself! For instance, there was the bag weighing down his pocket that he’d gone ahead and prepared for just such an occasion. Ah, yes, that was perfect~

“Hey! Want one of these? I ended up with a few too many, so...” He offered the treat that he had just withdrawn from a plain brown paper bag: what appeared for all the world like an Oreo cookie. And it was! Rather, the actual cookie part was. The cream had been cunningly replaced with the cheapest, lowest quality, most absolutely disgusting toothpaste Xane had been able to find.