in the interest of not stepping on other peoples’ canons (and not unnecessarily triggering to anyone’s mental health–this is a weird situation that can be very anxiety-inducing if you’re not careful), i tried to keep this answer maybe a little vague/limited. that said, feel free to reblog with additions! i always love to hear from the handles themselves.
- field missions haven’t been cancelled, per se, it’s just that per lilith’s decision, fieldwork has been cut way, way down to only the most severe of cases. unfortunately for seraphim and succubus, they are the senior agents most called-on in these situations. merlin and harry, on top of dealing with kingsman business during the outbreak, try to keep in touch with them as often as they can. rougarou and cherub crafted them special facial masks that can fend off both mundane disease, and their supernatural variants.
- and speaking of our beloved team e-key, they have been busy. between aiding in finding a cure/treatments, everyone coming in or out is tested. even technical officer vichama has been all over the main medical wards, and she’s a downright recluse most of the time. this would be worrying if our medical staff wasn’t hella competent. if you don’t see any of those three outright panicking, then it’s not a compete apocalypse yet. pru has been granted the privilege of being roanoke’s liason between statesman and local scientific teams. we’re doing the best we can.
- beyond all of the scarier stuff, though, we still have people trying to make the most of our being stuck in the manor (and outside the manor–don’t worry, bracken’s fine, technical officer delta’s with him, i think they’ve turned the post-mission time into a kind of romantic getaway until all this blows over). for instance, houdini’s given s e v e r a l agents makeovers. she managed to make lycan perfectly resemble thandie newton. wendigo flirted with her terribly for about ten minutes before he realized it was amy, and then pre-emptively sent a ‘dude i am very very very sorry’ message to eggsy.
- the scribe and archivist have taken to reorganizing the entire library and archives, as well as cleaning out the artifacts basements. technical officers wyvern, drake and longma teamed up to create a way to digitally store old mission logs, files and images ages ago, but gladly stepped up to help catalog new stuff. this is the most organized our downstairs rooms have ever been, and now we have lots of room for any new objects that we need to bind and keep safe from the world. … and we probably owe sentinel hazard pay after some of the things he had to touch.
- they say that necessity is the mother of invention. sprite has proved that that is absolutely not true. the real mother of invention? boredom. the longer that she’s essentially trapped in her shop, the more that it becomes like a game: what mundane object can i make into a weapon or a shield? last i checked, both seance and crowley were down there with her. between seance’s aesthetic sensibilities and crowley’s rather macabre humor, i’m curious to see what exactly she’ll have crafted by the time the quarantine is lifted.
- but one of the most fun things is the endless combinations and experimental dishes andhrimnir is churning out in in the kitchens. at this point it’s less about making sure people are fed and more about pushing the envelope concerning what should and should not be put together. specter, mothman, ondine and arizona have been more-or-less been named the official taste-test crew, which is usually awesome. … usually.
