We Care for Your Safety

[applesaucemod]

Protecting the city from the rifties -- and the rifties from the city -- is a full time job. That's never been more true than it is today, when there are metaphorical (and sometimes physical) fires to put out all over Manhattan. It's been a rough time at ROMAC in general; most of the organization's people are unfamiliar with the specifics of the recent animal attack, but even those who don't know that a number of prisoners guests of ROMAC have gone missing in the last few days (or that the computer system is still compromised) know that something has thrown the organization into disarray.

Unfortunately for ROMAC and fortunately for certain other people, ROMAC's resources are spread thin by whatever's put the Rift in a tizzy. As large as the organization is, though, there's surely nothing to worry about from the handful of malcontents at large in the city.

Surely.


[OOC: And here's the thread for taking down ROMAC! There will be a couple of player characters on ROMAC's side (check to see whether their threads are open to all before tagging in, as they may have limited availability due to prior plans), and anyone in need of 'enemies' to tag against can request an NPC from the mods. Have at!]

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[andhiswife]

Greta lets out another short squawk, as if someone had given her a poke. He was on his way to rescue her, too?! Not that she'd expect him to just shrug and go about his day if he knew she was in danger, but the whole point of warning him that there might be trouble was so he could keep himself out of it. What if he'd wandered right into whatever trap they'd set for Iman before Iman and Rush had arrived?

But he didn't, and despite her growing mortification over what a mess this is, she's grateful that he was willing and able to come this far. It probably shows for the brief moment between his explanation sinking in and Iman tugging her onward, and then she throws him an apologetic look over her shoulder.

Well, this is all completely mad. She might as well attempt introductions as they hustle along. "That's, er, that's Rush," she tells the Balladeer, as if his name alone will excuse his behavior. "And this is Iman."

[singthesong]

Wow, rude. Luckily the Balladeer is pretty accustomed to that kind of treatment, and wheels about to follow without comment.

"Oh, Iman! Good to meet you." She's the one who was looking so fiercely for Greta before; he might have expected she'd be here too. He spares her a smile before dropping into a more businesslike tone. "There's no more reinforcements coming. They're spread too thin dealing with all this Rift activity going on. No guards up that stairwell - most of them went lower down when the cells started giving out."

He nods in the direction he just came from. If any of those abandoned posts have been taken back up, he'll know it; he's got a great ear for aggressive people with guns in their hands and violence on their minds. But he doubts that will happen. Everyone he's spoken to was scared, both by the unprecedented level of Rift activity and by the release of whoever they'd been keeping locked up down below, and the Balladeer's never gotten the impression that ROMAC employees are easily shaken. They've got a lot more to deal with right now than the four of them.

[etherthief]

Iman shoots a look at him when he seems to recognize her name - either Greta's mentioned her or he got her texts, probably the latter, possibly both. Great, so he probably knows about her horrendously professed feelings. This is awesome.

Although, his eagerness to come rescue Greta without any kind of apparent wherewithal does put him more or less in her good books, and it sort of reminds her-

It clicks. "Wait," she says, not stopping their movement even as she looks back over her shoulder. "Are you Beth?"

[singthesong]

The Balladeer lets out a surprised half-laugh. Oh god, she recognizes him from that? How? They'd only texted! "Yeah! Yeah, that was me." That day was frustrating and upsetting in the extreme, but in retrospect he does have to agree that the Beth thing at least was pretty funny.

And now that he's finally met her under the right name, of course, there's something else getting in the way. "Nice meeting you in person. I apparently don't usually look like this, but I'm sure I'll get right eventually." He'll have to remember to identify himself next time he sees her - assuming, of course, that this whole thing wears off in a few days.

[andhiswife]

"'Beth'?" Greta repeats, baffled. It's a trivial thing to even think about, but given the track her mind has been on since Mr. Fring took her - since before that, even, since the evening after her most recent curse was lifted - she's perhaps a little too eager to fixate on it. Better than wondering if they'll manage to escape the building unscathed. Better than wondering what happens after that. Better than thinking about the scarf neatly folded in a drawer in her apartment, which might as well be in another universe, now.

'Beth,' honestly.

[etherthief]

"Uh, yeah," says Iman with a slightly strained smile. "Yeah, just, uh. You know that day when you were stuck in the woods and he couldn't tell the truth?" That ought to be enough of an explanation, surely. If Greta assumes she actually met the man, her failure to recognize him will be conveniently covered by how he apparently has a totally different face right now.

"We're almost there," she huffs under her breath, drawing them up another stairwell. "Up and out." Where is Greta going to go? She hasn't considered this. No exit plan again, not her strong suit apparently. "Do you - I mean, you'll need a place to stay," she says, darting a look back at her. "Not safe here, obviously. You could come to mine, if you like."

It's only the adrenaline, the heat of the moment, that allows her to offer the option so nonchalantly.

[lottawork]

The Balladeer, whoever this person is and whatever his unique talents, has done an unobjectionable job of clearing their way out of any additional personnel, an effort for which Rush can harbor a distant if begrudging appreciation. Who the man is and what his reasons may be for assisting them are of little import - the the building interior is already chaos, and it would be in their collective best interest to be as far away as possible should said chaos build to a point of systemic, physical, or ideological collapse.

"Fascinating as I'm sure all this is," he interrupts testily with little regard as to what, exactly, it is that he is interrupting, "getting out is rather fucking salient at the moment, so do you mind terribly having this discussion once we are outside?"

[singthesong]

Really, it's like this Rush has never heard of the concept of walking and talking. At the same time! It's possible!

"I introduced myself a lot of ways that day," the Balladeer adds over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time on his way up. He shouldn't stay in this building anymore either, not after what he just went and did. That's alright; he can find another place for a few nights. Maybe not with any of his non-Riftie friends, though, until the face thing goes back to normal.

That invitation does make him wonder if Iman ever told Greta what she told everyone else that day. But that's not really his business, is it?

"I can grab you a few things from your apartment if you want." he offers, because he's not the one they imprisoned in the first place. ROMAC won't be happy, sure, but they won't know exactly what he did until they track down the guards he chased away, and it won't take him that long to pick up the essentials. He's not going to risk leaving his guitar behind forever! The instruments he's gotten since the Rift can be replaced, but he's always had that one.

[andhiswife]

Iman's offer startles her, not that it should. Of course she can't stay here; once they're through the doors, it wouldn't probably be safest if she never came back again. And to stay with Iman - that would be far better than constantly fretting about where she might be or what trouble she might be getting into. "Yes," she says, giving Iman's hand a squeeze. "I'd--I'd like that."

But this has been her home since she first arrived, and it's hard to imagine turning her back on it forever. There are things in her apartment she doesn't want to lose, despite their relative unimportance. As if reading her mind, the Balladeer makes his offer in turn, and she shoots him a grateful look. "Could you? There's my phone, and, er--a scarf, in the top drawer of my clothes cupboard. It's... from home," she adds, to excuse or explain its importance. It's not as if it's scarf weather.

[etherthief]

Iman represses a sigh at Rush's ongoing cutthroat urgency - yeah, all right, they do really need to get out, but he also needs to calm down a little, the attitude isn't helping anything. She leaves him alone, though, figuring he's earned some leniency with what he's done today.

"If you're sure," she says to the Balladeer. "Contact me when you've got her things and I'll let you know where to meet me." She expects he'll understand that she doesn't want Greta going anywhere, nor does she want to broadcast her decently well-obfuscated whereabouts to even a trusted ally.

"Come on, we're almost out." She pulls Greta through another door into the last stairwell up to the lobby. "Best thing to do might be to scatter as soon as we're out," she says. "Don't know what it's like out there, even if their resources are stretched - Rush gets back to where he's staying, I'll take Greta, and you somewhere to lie low for a while." It's sort of intoned like a question, like she wants everyone's input on this, but she's also pretty much giving orders right now. As far as she can see it this is the best plan. She doesn't like the idea of parting ways with Rush but she won't leave Greta either, and Greta needs her more right now.

[lottawork]

"Fucking excellent," Rush says crisply, passing a hand through his hair. Gabriel is unlikely to be deeply pleased with (a) his role in aggravating several of the fellow building residents, (b) his role in ROMAC's imminent and, ideally, permanent dissolution, or (c) the unfortunate matter of the dead person on the floor above whose death did not actually leave behind a verifiable body.

He is certain the archangel will not forcibly evict him.

He is reasonably certain the archangel will not forcibly evict him.

That would not be tremendously ideal, given the circumstances.

Rush halts once they are outside the building and briefly considers his appropriated sidearm, but does not discard it. He will not be traveling back to Hell's Kitchen while utterly defenseless. That would be absurd.

"Yes, well." He shoots each of them a short nod, his stare lingering on Asadi a shade longer than necessary to communicate something he is not altogether willing to define. "I imagine they'll have - rather significant trouble regrouping."

That is, perhaps, not the standard statement to communicate assurance and farewell, but he's confident Asadi will understand.

[singthesong]

"Sounds good." Frankly, the Balladeer would rather like to know where his friend will be staying, but not badly enough to start an argument about it. It makes practical sense, after all, to keep the information in the hands of as few people as possible.

Ah, well. This will blow over - these things always do. They'll meet up again later.

He brushes past Rush and bounds up the last few steps, stopping just short of the door and listening for a moment. It isn't the best he can do; there's too many people up there to really pick through, and he does better when he can see. But the general theme is alarm, panic. He's not catching any focus or aggression like he'd expect from a group of dangerous men hunting someone. "Yeah, sounds good," he repeats, quietly and to himself, then turns to nod at Greta and Iman. "Alright. I'll catch you later. Good luck."

And then he pushes the door open and strides calmly out. The best way to get anywhere, he figures, is to just act like you're supposed to be there. Nothing weird about him coming out of this stairwell!

[andhiswife]

Greta doesn't much like the idea of the Balladeer being so unceremoniously cast off, but she's not sure what to do about it. She can't very well invite him along to Iman's; that would be rude. Nor does she want to refuse Iman's invitation in favor of bumbling confusedly about with the Balladeer, not when he'd likely be less safe in her company than he would be on his own.

"Thank you," is all she can feebly offer him, and it's not enough. But he doesn't seem concerned as he pushes his way out of the stairwell. All she can do is hope he'll be all right.

To Rush, she adds a quiet, "Take care." He helped her, but more to the point, he helped Iman. Things could have turned out differently without his assistance.

[etherthief]

She's taken aback by Rush's glance, though she'd be hard-pressed to say why, there's something in it that she wasn't entirely expecting, something heartening in spite of the incredible amount of bullshit they've been through recently. She returns his implied reassurance with a half-smile and a nod, and gives Greta's hand a squeeze when she wishes him well. She can see that both she and the Balladeer are a little disgruntled at being separated so quickly, so she'll have to set that right later - right now, let them each get somewhere safe.

"Come on," she murmurs, and she turns, whisking Greta away down the sidewalk and to the nearest subway entrance.