001. an exercise in justified paranoia.

[disturbed]

( This post is done anonymously, from Shaw's own device - all replies will be made from another device, if your character is tech savvy enough to notice something like that.
After making this post, she leaves her device down in an alleyway, hidden so that whoever might try to track the device that the post comes from won't be lead straight to her. The second device being used for replies was pickpocketed from Ramir. Sorry - no hard feelings. She just needs to cover her bases.

This level of bullshit is infuriating. She kind of misses the days of being assigned a target and eliminating the threat. Things get complicated when you start saving people.
Harold told her once that there were times for scalpels and hammers, and she's not sure her usual method is going to go down well here. Not when the only comms device she has right now is government issued and God only know what kind of surveillance and monitoring they have on these things. What she wants to do is find her team, so it's time to do a little fishing and see just what kind of response she gets. Government agents, Samaritan agents, actual Samaritans, or the people who matter. )

Medical supplies required. Duct tape and whisky aren't going to cut it this time.

Antisepsis, dry dressing, antibiotics. Blood, any type.
Ballistic trauma and fractured ribs with increasing risk of shock. Located in downtown De Chima.
Victim is suffering from paranoia and is extremely volatile, make contact for drop details.

( She was the patient, but she's turned up here with only the fractured ribs to show for it. Still, she knows some people who would be keeping an eye out for such a patient and some of them she would very much prefer to see before they see her, especially if they are the types who could turn up by tracing a post made from this device. And maybe shoot them. )

They claim some equipment was stolen from them:
Heizer Defense Doubletap 9mm
SIG-Sauer p226r
Glock 17
HawkPF26W2

( Nothing says friendship like knowing your team's piece of choice. Harold wouldn't know a decent gun if she pistol whipped him with it, but she tried to think of something he'd like the name of. Now she's going to stay in her spot with her three hot dogs and her hand gun, and see who turns up unannounced. And maybe use the poor schmuck's device try to learn a thing or two from the network and keep tabs on replies, whatever. )

Comments

text, from Joseph Joestar's communicator

[heavyhitter]

HEY
IS THAT MINE

permatext, permanon

[disturbed]

Of course not.

[heavyhitter]

yeah fucking right my thing goes missing then MR MYSTERIOUS ANON springs up

text. comm tag Root.

[r00t]

[The post hits her in the gut like a bullet, powerful, painful, leaving her head spinning. She would know that typing structure and the underlying tone anywhere, even if the message itself hadn't been riddled with clues just waiting to be picked up by the right people - her injuries, her weapons. For a few moments, she can't believe it, can't fathom that all the days of searching, the months of waiting, of silent stewing anger while Harold gave up and John humoured her are over.

She was right.

Root takes a minute to trace the device, just in case, getting a location on the origin of the post, jumping hard drive to processor until she finds it. She knows her excitement, her pure joy, her eagerness, is making her skip steps, but she doesn't care. She moves, already on her way out the door while she types up a quick reply.]

I don't blame your patient for being a little paranoid. I was too when I first showed up. Getting kidnapped will do that.

text. comm tag anon.

[disturbed]

( Sameen stares at the tag, frown etching into her mouth over drawn out moments. It seemed too obvious, when they were all so used to hiding, when they were all lecturing her on not hiding enough.

And if it is Root, this is probably going to be a huge pain in the ass. )

'A little' seems hopeful.

( Shaw is ready to cut someone and as she much as she wsnts to find her people, she's not sure that she wants to seal with any repercussions. )

permatext. comm tag Root.

[r00t]

[She's always used the name Root, at least until Samaritan, and she's scoured the networks enough to know Samaritan isn't here. It's comfortable and familiar, and one of the things she's alright sharing. There are other things she won't share.

For now, though, her mind is awash with relief and she can't bring herself to care much about keeping secrets and hiding, not when Sameen is finally here, not when she and John have already torn down half a state trying to find her. No. She wants to see her. Touch her. Reassure herself that Sameen is alive and whole.]

I thought so too, but this place is a cakewalk compared to where I came from.

[She's closing in on the location of Shaw's device - she glances around - of course she's not here. She isn't surprised Sameen would stash it and, apparently, steal someone else's device.]

I could help you out with a few of those supplies. If you'd like.

text

[ferrisbuellean]

WHO THE HELL TEXTS A MEDICAL REPORT?

That's like emailing 911.

I DON'T GET IT!

permatext

[disturbed]

It's easier to list supplies and condition rather than making a someone who can bring supplies listen to a recording over and over.

[ferrisbuellean]

Or you could just ring a professional.

[acclimatized]

[ duct tape and whisky. why. ]

I can get you the supplies you need, but I have to insist the victim sees a doctor.

[disturbed]

( hey fellow army doctor meet... a doctor who was told she lacked sufficient care for her patients and then joined the army. )

I'll let them know. Want the address for the drop?

( she wont say no to free supplies. )

[acclimatized]

[ secret army doctor handshake. he joined the army because he was bored stiff. ]

Yes please.

text

[forsometimenow]

Shouldn't you have, oh, I don't know, called an ambulance first?

[disturbed]

The patient doesn't want to go to hospital.

[forsometimenow]

Well, you're in luck, then- I'm a doctor and an EMT for the city of De Chima. I can have an ambulance there to treat the patient in short order.

voice;

[fistofthejoestar]

[as per usual, when there's an emergency Jonathan doesn't have the patience to fight with his giant hands and tiny keyboard in order to get a message across. everyone can just deal with his dulcet tones.]

I can't provide most of the supplies, but I can heal those injuries without them.

[and also hold down the patient if she decides to explode into paranoid violence, but he feels that's a bit unnecessary to mention. it's only relevant to himself.]

permatext

[disturbed]

( what )

what does that mean? Spell it out.

[fistofthejoestar]

[you are so lucky he's used to talking to words at this point girl]

I have an ability that allows me to heal injuries. It's life energy.

text

[rathercommon]

I've got a car. I can drive whoever it is to the hospital.

permatext

[disturbed]

( she doesn't have that much interest in most of these people. This was a cover, a lure, a way to get the attention of the right people and flush out the wrong ones if they were here. However, the people who jump forward and volunteer to help? Those goody two shoes might be people to keep track of. They might be the good ones, or they might just be useful in the right jam. )

It's under control.

[rathercommon]

[ She hesitates. ]

Are you certain? Are they all right?

[text]

[makethman]

Only this time?

permatext.

[disturbed]

Improvisation is important.

voice;

[lackey]

Drop details. Dude. Sound like you're in some war or something. [A pause.] Well, guess you kinda are. But it's not like the Russians are doing anything in De Chima.

... Anyway. Might be able to help your person out with their missin' guns problem. If they live, that is. Hope they do. Sucks when people die. Unless they're shitty people. Then... just... y'know, yeah, okay, not feelin' bad about that.

private, permatext.

[disturbed]

You're not wrong.

They'll live. What's the most secure way to contact you about the guns?

( there aren't any missing, really, but if she just managed to fish a contact that might be able to hook her up with something more than her Nano... hey, she's there. )