[ he's not interested in being the first face anyone sees when they get to the dock. It's an interesting tradition, albeit a little confusing. why continue adding people, adding variables, if there's a threat of a reset hanging over everyone's head? and he's still a little bitter about the hidden information. but mostly, he's documenting-- until it becomes very obvious that whoever (whatever?) is driving the ferry has no clue what they're doing.
he closes his notebook, and leaps down from his perch, making his watch to the dock, solidly certain that getting there in time wasn't going to change anything, but he can't help it. trying to bring order to chaos is the type of thing he was trained for. it's the type of thing he'd like to do, on a day-to-day basis.
But then the crash happens. He's left quickly surveilling the scene, watching people leap in. ]
Anyone know how many people were on that boat?
[ a quick ask, as he weighs between trying to save the people-- or save the supplies that will help them survive over the next month. or longer. ]
scrounging around.
[ decision made. looks like they're going to have to brave the nightmare waters to grab supplies-- and Jason's a strong enough swimmer, if necessary. who knows what that would do to the lanterns-- a question he'd rather not ask just yet as he jumps into the hold.
time to start flinging supplies out. starting with food-- because he would never argue half of the special requests were actually important... at least compared to that. ]
Catch.
[ it's your only warning before supplies are thrown at you. better to just throw stuff and sort it out later. ]
wildcard!
(just message me on plurk (hypothetical) or this journal-- i'm happy to gin something up!)
jason todd | ota
[ he's not interested in being the first face anyone sees when they get to the dock. It's an interesting tradition, albeit a little confusing. why continue adding people, adding variables, if there's a threat of a reset hanging over everyone's head? and he's still a little bitter about the hidden information. but mostly, he's documenting-- until it becomes very obvious that whoever (whatever?) is driving the ferry has no clue what they're doing.
he closes his notebook, and leaps down from his perch, making his watch to the dock, solidly certain that getting there in time wasn't going to change anything, but he can't help it. trying to bring order to chaos is the type of thing he was trained for. it's the type of thing he'd like to do, on a day-to-day basis.
But then the crash happens. He's left quickly surveilling the scene, watching people leap in. ]
Anyone know how many people were on that boat?
[ a quick ask, as he weighs between trying to save the people-- or save the supplies that will help them survive over the next month. or longer. ]
scrounging around.
[ decision made. looks like they're going to have to brave the nightmare waters to grab supplies-- and Jason's a strong enough swimmer, if necessary. who knows what that would do to the lanterns-- a question he'd rather not ask just yet as he jumps into the hold.
time to start flinging supplies out. starting with food-- because he would never argue half of the special requests were actually important... at least compared to that. ]
Catch.
[ it's your only warning before supplies are thrown at you. better to just throw stuff and sort it out later. ]
wildcard!
(just message me on plurk (