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19. the luminous pink jello affair
Oct. 23rd, 2014 09:12 pm[Spam for Steve + eventual takedown team + open]
[It's harder to catch people alone. You can't just lurk in a hallway or a stairwell without a maintenance crew noticing you. He can only extract one person from their bodies at a time, and although the obvious target would be the warden watching each group, there's no guarantee that any given batch of inmates would be 100% sympathetic and fail to take advantage of his diverted attention. People aren't nearly as afraid, so there's usually at least a few people loitering on deck. Places like the greenhouse and the art room are watched.
He waits in the laundry room. Sits on top of the dryer, in which his clothes are actually taking a second unnecessary spin, idly tossing a baseball up and down, like he doesn't have anything better to do but wait. He doesn't, of course, not really. He's just waiting for the right target.]
[OOC: this is the takedown/catch-all post for THIS plot, in which Dillon is eating some souls. If you are interested in joining in for some last minute spiritual trauma, feel free to tag in and get attacked prior to Dillon getting caught. Initial takedown is going to be Bianca and Blight and possibly Arthas, and others might be pulled in as things progress.]
[Private to Gretel, backdated to late Wednesday]
Hey, you have time for another game?
[He's bored, okay. Very bored. And he has a cheeky smile.]
[Spam for Bush, backdated to Monday]
[When he's done with his infirmary shift and his construction shift, he comes to Bush's cabin, a few paint drips (six identical drips, equidistant from a centerpoint on his shoulder) still on his inside-out shirt. He knocks, tries to strain the hunger in his head into something like nervousness.]
Captain? Can I, uh, talk to you?
[It's harder to catch people alone. You can't just lurk in a hallway or a stairwell without a maintenance crew noticing you. He can only extract one person from their bodies at a time, and although the obvious target would be the warden watching each group, there's no guarantee that any given batch of inmates would be 100% sympathetic and fail to take advantage of his diverted attention. People aren't nearly as afraid, so there's usually at least a few people loitering on deck. Places like the greenhouse and the art room are watched.
He waits in the laundry room. Sits on top of the dryer, in which his clothes are actually taking a second unnecessary spin, idly tossing a baseball up and down, like he doesn't have anything better to do but wait. He doesn't, of course, not really. He's just waiting for the right target.]
[OOC: this is the takedown/catch-all post for THIS plot, in which Dillon is eating some souls. If you are interested in joining in for some last minute spiritual trauma, feel free to tag in and get attacked prior to Dillon getting caught. Initial takedown is going to be Bianca and Blight and possibly Arthas, and others might be pulled in as things progress.]
[Private to Gretel, backdated to late Wednesday]
Hey, you have time for another game?
[He's bored, okay. Very bored. And he has a cheeky smile.]
[Spam for Bush, backdated to Monday]
[When he's done with his infirmary shift and his construction shift, he comes to Bush's cabin, a few paint drips (six identical drips, equidistant from a centerpoint on his shoulder) still on his inside-out shirt. He knocks, tries to strain the hunger in his head into something like nervousness.]
Captain? Can I, uh, talk to you?
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