august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[insincerus]

— dominion
            ( plotting link. come hash out things or just jump right on in. )

[ No matter what is to happen here, where you arrive is on the dock of a private island. It appears to be larger than an acre in size, though not by a tremendous amount more. There's a lovely sunset frozen on the horizon and clean, clear water as far as the eye can see, and the occasional shadowy figure on the edge of your vision. The front door is open, though whether or not you want to enter might vary depending on what can be seen through the large windows surrounding the living space within.

On any given night, Felix's domain could take a different turn. Sometimes, he's lounging around browsing his movie options and sipping a blended drink directly out of a coconut. Others, he's busy fighting an intruder, or is already dragging the broken and bloodied body off through a door into a dark hallway after he's already finished with them. As the month goes on, it's a pretty even mix of the two — admittedly, Felix is starting to have fun killing those who would invade his domain, especially once he realised he could will his fancy suits into being resistant to blood stains. ]


— rec area
[ Those who are particularly attentive might have noticed Felix sitting out of most of the going-on's out in the recreation yard over the weeks since he'd come here, occasionally spying another loner to go and chat up with an easy and casual air, but largely keeping out of things with a party of three or more. And while he had done so largely due to not wanting to yet come across as allied to one party or another by participating in group events, he's also become bored in his time of inactivity.

So now he's stretching on the ground by the edge of the track, cooling himself down after a lengthy run. He's sweaty and breathy, but seems quite relaxed despite all the exertion. ]


— block c
[ Come bother Felix while he's chilling in his bunk? Or have come Felix insert himself into your cell unexpectedly, which he does sometimes. He's not sorry he's like this. ]


— wildcard
[ ??? ]

dominion

[sharktrash]

[ See, now that's how you do an island dream. Pleasant and perfectly not creepy, aside from whoever's always hanging out in the corner of his eye, but it's still much better than an entire empty city block. Squalo walks up to the house actually looking somewhat relaxed, though really he's prepared for an ambush at any moment. ]

[ He finds the front door open and stalks in curiously, stopping when he nearly steps into a blood puddle. ]

[ Actually, there seem to be some kind of drag marks leading behind a corner. So he does what every reasonable person would do in this situation... which is knock loudly on the doorframe to announce his presence. ]

Bad time?

[insincerus]

[ At the sound of a knock, there's a thud followed by an immediate thunk. The former, as Felix dropped the boots of the guy he was dragging, and the latter from the knife he threw into the wall down the hallway as a warning to whoever was stupid enough to make noise on their way in. It's embedded deep into the wall, blood still dripping from the blade.

It occurs to him after the throw that a voice accompanied the knock, and the words catch up to him not long after. Huh, not some person tripping over themselves in their attempt to come kill him, then — probably, anyhow. He steps over the corpse and heads around the corner with little trepidation, a wry grin spreading on his face when he sees someone he recognises from the prison, if only from a passing glance, since he's not as familiar with those from the other blocks. ]

Well, not a bad one for me. [ Jerks his chin in the direction of the body, still not visible from Squalo's angle, but the blood trail has got to be telling enough. ]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, isn't this an exciting welcome, not that he could really expect any different. The knife sails past right in front of Squalo's face. He calmly leans back a little as it passes, his expression largely not changing aside from a raised eyebrow. ]

[ As it looks like no more sharp objects are going to be flying at him, he's stepping forward to pull the knife out of the wall. ]

You dropped this. [ He throws the knife into the air, making it spin, catches it niftily and pockets it, blood and all. ] I'll hold onto it for you.

[ He looks at the blood trail, then back at Felix, gesturing vaguely in the direction of both with very fake generosity. ]

Don't let me get in the way of your housekeeping.

[ He's curious to see, most importantly. Maybe it's someone else they know, that would let him draw some... conclusions about the other man, maybe. ]

[insincerus]

[ On one hand, that’s his knife, but on the other — he has what is quite literally an endless supply, and none of them can be used against him. Those who have come to hurt him have tried, to no success. So he waves off Squalo pocketing it without concern.

He’s equally unbothered by no hand being offered in help, and nudges the corpse with a boot, causing the weight to shift and it to roll onto it’s back. Felix is only vaguely familiar with the person, who'd been some no-name trying to act tough shit. He thinks he put a bullet between the guys eyes, back when he’d killed him in the real world, but Felix hasn’t exactly kept a journal of it all of anything. ]

Would you believe the maid has not shown up for the last two two shifts? Good help is hard to find, am I right.


( ooc— sorry for the delayed response! i got kinda stuck w/felix for a few days but didn't have the time to refresh what i needed to get out of the funk.)

block c

[fistpound]

What in the bloody hell-- [That? That's the sound of a man who was falling asleep in his bunk with a book on his face when his cell was invaded by... some one.

Some bloke. The name escapes him-- but then again Ardbert never made overtures to meet and greet any of the others in the block-- but that doesn't matter at the moment because he is irritated.]

Oi. You. [He points at the ajar cell door.] Bugger off.