today’s procrastionation looks like taking one of those buzzfeed - like quizzes on her phone. absentmindedly ryan leans closer to your muse, sharing her screen and saying, ‘ choose an iconic, generally annoyed, stunning, deadly, witty fan favourite villain. ’
he looks down at the screen set in front of him, admittedly only half interested until rereading the question for himself. “what definition of stunning are we using?” he asks, studying the choices. “and what are we choosing them for?”
“That’s true.” Orion looks down at their pants as if noticing for the first time that they’re even wearing them. “To make him look cool, duh.” Clearly they don’t know anything about the ferret but he’s cute enough for them to want to defend him. “I don’t have chicken in my pockets, I think that I left that in my other jean pockets.”
"They are cool.” He admits, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a smile. “If only he used them for good.” Or for anything that wasn’t shredding curtains and bare skin, honestly. He’s willing to settle. “Damn. I hate when I forget my chicken in my other pants.” And that’s the joke that makes him crack, breaking into a laugh despite the effort to keep a straight face.
ting loves animals, so she’s honestly delighted when she realizes what’s happening, not only that an animal has deemed her worthy to run towards, but that it’s a familiar animal belonging to a friend. “i consent at all times to jacques!” he’s made her day honestly. “hello!”
of course jacques made a beeline for ting — he loves her just about as much as van does. “hi,” he grins back at her, loosening his grip on the leash as jacques happily bounces at her leg in search of scritches. “you might wanna rethink the ‘at all times’ part, that kind of greeting is not fun when you’re wearing shorts.”
“Now that must be a sight for sore eyes” he chuckled. Ferrets weren’t animals you often saw as pets. He didn’t get the chance to see such a cute sight as he didn’t get the chance to spend much time around those small creatures. Listening to Evander, Amado hummed and smiled. “A little baby. That must be so nice. To have a pet to take care of” he mused and hummed. “I just have a hard time staying angry. Look at that little face”
“It’s something watching him run off with things twice his size,” he agreed with a light laugh. “He can be trouble, but it really is. He’s weirdly calming to have around. Fantastic comic relief, if nothing else.” Really, nothing turns a bad day around quite like watching your sentient spaghetti noodle hop around the room with a sock like a mad man. “That’s what I tell him pretty much every day.”
Ruby, in her head, makes herself out to be a normal girl, phone in hand, just another tourist snapping photos. She forgets a couple things though. She’s not a covert student, not used to keeping an eye on every facet of her surroundings. And so with her eyes focused so intently on Van, she doesn’t notice the other tourist walking too fast in her direction not looking, bumping into her before either has a chance to stop themselves. And she forgets that she isn’t a normal girl anymore, and without so much as a moment’s warning, a Secret Service agent in black is there, arms out to intervene the poor tourist. Though in the little space in between the people there, bumps Ruby’s arm as well, sending her phone skidding through the commotion of the crowd that was now definitely staring and gawking at the first daughter, the small device not stopping until it knocks against the shoe of one Van Rosario, the screen facing upwards towards him with a shot of his very own face. “Crap…” Ruby mumbles as she catches his gaze.
By the time Van turns around to see what the commotion is about, it’s largely over. He doesn’t even have time to properly survey his surroundings before something hits his foot and draws his attention downward — right to a close-up shot of himself looking back at him. It takes a second to register that it’s his own face that he’s looking at, but as soon as it does his gaze snaps back up to the crowd. More specifically, to a man in a black suit quickly approaching who he soon recognizes first as a Gallagher student. Only remembering her other role as he slowly crouched to retrieve her phone and met her eyes. He hesitates for a moment, glancing from the phone in his hand to the agent, and then back to Ruby. Usually he’d walk over to her but... “I think you dropped this.” He holds the phone up as he speaks, hoping the Secret Service don’t find anything threatening about it.
GALLAGHER HAS OPENED sophie up to so many new experiences in such a short space of time and today is no different. still, she finds it funny, ridiculously cute as she laughs. “ oh ! it’s okay, ” sophie nods, and she’s never really had a pet other than strays back home but ferrets have always reminded her of draco malfoy so she likes them. “ jacques is such a good name ! ” that might be her french bias.
she may have said it’s okay, but van still feels the need to apologize as jacques drags him close enough to leap and scramble up her leg. “sorry about him, he’s... friendly.” yeah, that word works well enough. “maybe keep an eye on your pockets though.” he warns with a light laugh. “thanks — he’s kind of named after the nursery rhyme. sort of. loosely.”he doesn’t have to admit out loud that he proper name is ferret jacques, right?
“Not everyday you see a ferret running up to you in full speed” Amado said as he looked at Jacques with a soft smile on his lips. “And it’s okay, really. Even if he asked, I would have told him to go right ahead. He is so cute. How long have you had him?” tilting his head, his focus shifted to the pet’s owner.
“Speedy little shit, isn’t he? You should see him when he’s running off with my wallet. Or my roommates’ shoes.” Van loves Jacques like he’s his own child, really and truly, but he has real sympathy for parents of toddlers. “Since August, so...six-ish months? Something like that?” He’s still watching Jacques closely from the corner of his eye as he speaks, making sure he doesn’t try to speak into Amado’s pockets or something. “Long enough to realize he’s never leaving that terrible twos phase,” he chuckled.
Orion isn’t really headed anywhere, it was just not super cold outside so they decided to go on a walk. If they had been told they would have been almost immediately greeted by a ferret they would have been a bit more excited. “Jacques.” They repeat the name with a laugh. “I think if anyone is allowed to randomly climb on people here, it’s Jacques.”
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you were wearing shorts,” Van says with a laugh, shaking his head as his ferret makes himself comfortable on their leg, sniffing every inch he can reach like a very tiny dog. “It’s like he’s got Wolverine claws — and for what?” Absolutely nothing but shredding curtains, that’s what. “He’s real exited to see you though. You got chicken in your pockets or something?”
ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ╱╱ outside somewhere, idc, you pick where
it’s jacques who spots them coming first. van’s too focused on the end of the leash making sure the ferret doesn’t somehow escape his harness to notice until he darts out from under a bush and van has to turn to see where he’s going. ( straight for their legs. ) “jacques.” he doesn’t even know why he bothers calling after him. “jacques — no. you can’t climb your friends without consent.” ╱ @gallagherstart
a brief overview of the rosario family / @gallaghertasks
yes i know this is like 4 months and two or three tasks late and disjointed as all hell. i don’t care, sue me.
𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶, father — tomas rosario spent most of his early life bouncing around from place to place. southern virginia, to puerto rico, back to virginia. some time in arizona, dc, back to puerto rico — so on and so forth. his father was relocated fairly often, working with the state department seemingly bouncing from department to department but more likely playing a more versatile role. tomas never actually minded moving. he had his best friends, his brothers, with him all the time
it was when his family was in puerto rico when hurricane hugo hit that he made the decision to join the red cross, and his class choices while at blackthorne reflected that. one of the smaller boys anyway, it made sense for him to keep his head down and fly under the radar. practice on the other kids who got banged up on their more physical classes and spend as much time out of the buildings as he could.
since he spent a good bit of time traveling to wherever he was most needed, and staying in one place and settling down never appealed to him anyway, tomas bought himself a camper and spent most of his time jumping from campground to campground after he graduated. his family had since mostly settled around virginia, so he spent the bulk of his time there, but occasionally he would take roadtrips with no real destination in mind. just waiting for the call that sent hi on his next assignment.
one of which would introduce him to a woman named ruby, who he hit it off with almost instantly. they worked for separate agencies, but agencies that crossed paths regularly enough. it was a whirlwind romance; one that landed them married with a kid within two years of meeting, but all that seemed perfectly fitting for their personalities. once van was born they slowly opened up to potentially, maybe, settling down as he got older, but he seemed to have inherited all his parents’ shared loves. history more or less repeated itself, with van’s childhood largely reflecting that of his father’s.
𝑹𝑼𝑩𝒀 𝑹𝑶𝑺𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶, mother — meanwhile, ruby cortez was born and raised in virginia. originally from quantico, both her parents worked for the fbi and tended to stay close to their home base aside from the odd trip across the river into dc or maryland. while her sisters and brother seemed more or less content where they were, being stuck in one place drove her nuts. she took every opportunity she got to visit with her grandparents, who had settled up north on the outskirts of winchester. her grandfather would take her out for hikes and camping trips in the mountains — quite a change from the inner city she lived in, but it was her favorite place to be. especially in the fall, when you can look out and see nothing but orange and yellow stretching for miles along the shenandoah mountains.
going to gallagher, only about an hour and a half’s drive from her grandparents’ house, along with her sisters gave her a little more of a taste of that. any time she could, she spent out in gallagher forest. she eventually settled on macgyver and medicine majors, taking things she had learned bits and pieces about and enjoyed as a kid. moving from school and into fema seemed to make sense.
she and tomas met while both their agencies were on an assignment following a hurricane in the late 90′s. they clicked almost immediately, and within a year they had all but moved in together in tomas’ camper van. maybe a less than ideal living situation for most, but for two people who liked to spend most of their free time outside anyway it made sense. it was only when ruby found out she was pregnant with van that they decided to upgrade to an actual rv. van was actually something of a surprise, since they hadn’t actually been trying to have a baby, and trying to have another in later years proved fruitless. he was a fluke, but the best kind.
“there’s a german american history museum?” he’s been walking along with his eyes glued to his phone, scrolling through a list of museums in the area for something to do; occasionally blurting out the names of anything that sounds halfway interesting as suggestions. “i’ve never heard of it. i didn’t know there was enough interesting history to warrant a museum.” ╱ @elisaspar
“you think anyone else is sneaking around here doing the same thing we’ve been doing, just for real?” he doesn’t realize how silly that sounds until he says it out loud — of course there’s spies lurking around. it’s dc. “or, okay. better question. doing the same thing, and who went to the same school.” ╱ @chrlseatn
Ruby is really getting into the mission now, she thinks. Sure, she’s definitely nowhere near as capable as the CovOps students and she’d much rather be handling a mission that required intellect over skill, but she’s been following Van around for the better part of five hours now and it’s clear he hasn’t yet noticed, which has resulted in Ruby feeling way confident about all this now. All she needs is about thirty more minutes worth of evidence and she’ll have everything she needs to pass. It’s crowded in the area, making Ruby feel like she’s just another face, and she’s slipping out her phone once more to get a good shot of Van about fifteen feet away, offhandedly noting how he honestly looks really cute sight-seeing and maybe she can pass along some of her better shots if he wants nice photos for Instagram as she sets the camera in focus. Almost… almost…
Van likes to think he’s pretty stealthy. Out in the woods. Don’t get him wrong, he vastly prefers being tailed to needing to follow someone else around, but he’d prefer it even more if they weren’t smack in the middle of a major metropolitan area. The best he can do here is try to stay in crowds and blend in. He actually thinks he’s doing fairly well — wearing a plain hoodie he bought specifically for this mission, sticking close enough to families that he could potentially be seen as the disgruntled teenage son by others but not noticed by the family. With his current “family” gawking at the monument, Van turns to check the area for potential stalkers. Maybe a little too conspicuously, up on his tiptoes, looking like someone looking for somebody; but he doesn’t necessarily spot anyone too obviously suspicious. Still, out of an abundance of caution he shuffles further into the crowd and pulls his hood up, concealing his face.
“it’s been too long since i’ve been here. i totally forget how the metro works.” and staring at the map isn’t helping him remember either. not that it particularly matters, since he’s not even sure where they’re going yet. “hang on,” he says, turning to ting curiously. “have you ever been here before?” ╱ @tingzhao
“Roomies back at it again,” Ria looked over her shoulder at Van, “I’m going to need most of the closet. My clothes will get way too wrinkled in my suitcase.”
closed @vansario
“How much did you bring?” Van asked, turning away from the window he stood in front of to look at her suitcase. His own backpack sat on his bed abandoned, everything he’d packed either on his person or crammed inside. “We’re only gonna be here like three days.”
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