subconmodo: (H - coffee. please.)
The Snatcher ([personal profile] subconmodo) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-01-18 09:45 am

28 Bleach Vats Later

WHO: Avery Atchison ([personal profile] subconmodo), Imelda Rivera ([personal profile] no_dejare_de_quererte), Héctor ([personal profile] unpocoloco), Peter Parker ([personal profile] made_up_names), Souji Seta ([personal profile] punches_fog), Shuuji Miwa ([personal profile] willnotbeyourneighbour), Ellie Williams ([personal profile] elliexir), Fakir Ansel ([personal profile] schwanenritter), Bumblebee ([personal profile] thebreakfastbug), Orihime Inoue ([personal profile] leekspins)
WHERE: North Dakota
WHEN: January 18th, 2019
WHAT: Obtaining funding for the Academy at the cost of one's dignity. Unless you're in the cleanup group.
WARNINGS: None atm. Will update as they pop up.
Note: Full mission details/plotting can be found Here

To Avery's credit, he had tried to prepare his students for this. The zombies had been the easy part. The corpses were slow and weak and as long as none of them did anything stupid they wouldn't be in danger. Wouldn't help the smell or the grossout factor, but such was life, death, and undeath.

Their clients were another matter entirely.

"It's not death that's going to be our enemy here," Avery had said during the briefing. "It's customer service." And if he wasn't allowed to rip into this bunch of stuck up jerks (literally as well as figuratively), neither was anyone else. He'd let minor acts of passive aggression slide, but that was it. And maybe, just maybe if they were lucky enough, Avery might be able to convince the bigwigs to let one or two of them fire off something or another.

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The cleanup crew is much luckier. The smell may be worse (rot and burning flesh and whatever scents habe wafted up in the wake of Coldsteel's blow-shit-up-themed office party. Avery looks to be just Abbott on his last legs as he suits up alongside everyone and hands out holy water and runecasters, all the while grumbling about how he needs a pay raise.
made_up_names: (awkward ear touching)

[personal profile] made_up_names 2019-01-22 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ He rubs at the back of his neck a little. Okay, yeah, he can't help but pick at this stuff. This is what he does. But. ]

Can I still ask if it's because I care?
no_dejare_de_quererte: (09)

[personal profile] no_dejare_de_quererte 2019-01-22 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[She does at least look like she's considering it. He's not a bad kid, she knows that. But this is all so painfully personal, and being so vulnerable isn't something that she's willing to show anyone right now. He's already seen more of that than she wishes he did.

So ultimately, she shakes her head.]


No, Peter. If you care, you'll leave it alone.
made_up_names: (hurmph)

[personal profile] made_up_names 2019-01-22 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hopes you appreciate this monumental act of self-control here Imelda. Because it takes a hell of a lot to back down even with her specifically asking to. ]

... okay. I’ll drop it then.

[ For now. Until Héctor tells him more about being dead. ]

no_dejare_de_quererte: (09)

[personal profile] no_dejare_de_quererte 2019-01-22 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's not the response that she expects, so when he gives it, she mostly just looks relieved and grateful.]

Thank you.

[Now excuse her, she has some assholes to give food poisoning to.]