[[ Howdy! Delta's workshop post is available here for quick reference. :> alternatively, if you wanna hash something out, feel absolutely free to hit that up! ]] [[ Aaand as Delta isn't going to be the same physically, he's basically just. a very forgettable tall-ish dude that looks like he's spent a lot of time out in the sun over the past few years-- about 6'2", fairly sturdy in build, and in pretty decent shape for his age. he's not much special, and it's whatever as far as he's concerned. ]]
[ I. ]
[ The dome's always been there, hasn't it? It's-- a bit too big to be smuggled into place under cover of night or something like that, and it certainly feels as though it's been a long time since it got where it was today. Jacob can't figure out what it is about it that's gotten his attention today of all days, but something about it just doesn't quite sit right. Why's it here, anyway? There's no way it's doing much good blocking everything in-- or...out, as the case may be. ] [ That's an uncomfortable thought. Was it for protection, or quarantine? Nothing in the city seemed to be amiss, but then again, the damn dome hadn't seemed like it even existed up until very, very recently. ]
[ Getting out to a spot where he could actually investigate it had taken some doing-- his beat-up excuse for a truck certainly hadn't enjoyed the trip, nor had it done much to make it all that pleasant-- but after some effort and bellyaching on both their parts, Jacob's parked the vehicle a short ways off from a portion of the dome's bottom edge. He's made a point to leave it a distance away just in case; it's probably going to be fine, but he's only got the one car, and if he manages to blow it up or something with this little side trip, he's going to be both pissed and stranded. That certainly isn't going to end well for him. ] [ He wasn't expecting to see his reflection in the dome's surface for the half-second it was there, and it's enough to convince him to take a half-step back to get as much of a better look as he can. Needless to say, it's not working out as well as he'd hoped-- the yellow glow of his headlights can only do so much, and his phone light's not helping matters, either. Cautiously, he nudges the dome with the toe of a well-scuffed work boot, brow furrowing in silent contemplation as he waits for the response. It...doesn't appear to be doing much, though? Was it supposed to? ]
[ He's pretty distracted at the moment, and the rumble of his truck's engine is doing a good job of drowning out the little noises that might warn him of anyone else's presence. To his credit, Jacob's trying a few different things to try and get a feel for what he's looking at-- seeing as the nudge didn't do anything, he's felt around for a sturdy enough stick to give it a prod with. That earns a sudden wave of heat, and his startled curse is much, much louder than he intended. ] [ --hopefully, nobody was around to hear that. Probably. He looks around to be sure, shaking his hand a few times to try and cool his singed fingers down faster. It's fine! He's fine. He'll pretend that didn't happen. ]
[ II. ]
[ Admittedly, Jacob hadn't been expecting the subway to be the end point of this goose chase, but-- well, here he was. ] [ He'd followed the light after a minute or two of curious appraisal, watching the glow as it danced over the terrain; it didn't take a lot of thinking to piece together what it wanted, but whether or not it was a good idea was another thing entirely. He was off today, though-- there were perks to being your own boss-- and that meant that he could spend an hour or so following whatever the hell this was to its intended destination. There's plenty of other people in front of the station when he finally gets there, so...on the plus side, he wasn't the only one who decided to take a detour today! ] [ He clears his throat awkwardly before he speaks, eyeing the entrance to the station with clear suspicion while his light twirls in front of it. ]
So...that looks like a real good place to get mugged, if you ask me. [ Sure, the light show was a neat trick, but he doesn't trust it much. ] Do we know if anybody's gone in yet, or--? 'Cause if they have, somebody should probably go in after 'em. [ It's not so much 'probably' as it is 'definitely,' and Jacob's already bracing himself to go running in. Might as well be prepared for it-- somebody ought'a be. ]
[ IV. ]
[ The popcorn's actually pretty decent, surprisingly enough-- he's more than happy to go back for seconds, keeping an eye on the fight scene playing out on the dome overhead as best he can in-between scooping some more snacks into his bag. Jacob appears to be enjoying himself, as much as he's outwardly showing; there's a small smile on his face, and he gives a quiet chuckle when one of the protagonist's cheesy one-liners draw a groan from some of the audience. His soda's still doing alright, and he figures he can pass on a refill for the moment; there were snacks to focus on, and that was the important part. Once he's of the opinion that he's gotten enough to munch on, he leans back against the nearest wall, idly tossing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth. This impromptu cinema showing's confused the hell out of him, but hey-- he can afford to relax for a minute, right? There's just-- one thing that's bothering him, though. ]
You have any idea what movie this is? [ He hasn't looked down yet, but he's not quite paying as much attention to the film as he was a few seconds ago. ] I got nothing, honestly. Been watching it since it came on, but I'm drawing a blank, sorry to say.
Subject Delta - Bioshock
[[ Aaand as Delta isn't going to be the same physically, he's basically just. a very forgettable tall-ish dude that looks like he's spent a lot of time out in the sun over the past few years-- about 6'2", fairly sturdy in build, and in pretty decent shape for his age. he's not much special, and it's whatever as far as he's concerned. ]]
[ I. ]
[ The dome's always been there, hasn't it? It's-- a bit too big to be smuggled into place under cover of night or something like that, and it certainly feels as though it's been a long time since it got where it was today. Jacob can't figure out what it is about it that's gotten his attention today of all days, but something about it just doesn't quite sit right. Why's it here, anyway? There's no way it's doing much good blocking everything in-- or...out, as the case may be. ]
[ That's an uncomfortable thought. Was it for protection, or quarantine? Nothing in the city seemed to be amiss, but then again, the damn dome hadn't seemed like it even existed up until very, very recently. ]
[ Getting out to a spot where he could actually investigate it had taken some doing-- his beat-up excuse for a truck certainly hadn't enjoyed the trip, nor had it done much to make it all that pleasant-- but after some effort and bellyaching on both their parts, Jacob's parked the vehicle a short ways off from a portion of the dome's bottom edge. He's made a point to leave it a distance away just in case; it's probably going to be fine, but he's only got the one car, and if he manages to blow it up or something with this little side trip, he's going to be both pissed and stranded. That certainly isn't going to end well for him. ]
[ He wasn't expecting to see his reflection in the dome's surface for the half-second it was there, and it's enough to convince him to take a half-step back to get as much of a better look as he can. Needless to say, it's not working out as well as he'd hoped-- the yellow glow of his headlights can only do so much, and his phone light's not helping matters, either. Cautiously, he nudges the dome with the toe of a well-scuffed work boot, brow furrowing in silent contemplation as he waits for the response. It...doesn't appear to be doing much, though? Was it supposed to? ]
[ He's pretty distracted at the moment, and the rumble of his truck's engine is doing a good job of drowning out the little noises that might warn him of anyone else's presence. To his credit, Jacob's trying a few different things to try and get a feel for what he's looking at-- seeing as the nudge didn't do anything, he's felt around for a sturdy enough stick to give it a prod with. That earns a sudden wave of heat, and his startled curse is much, much louder than he intended. ]
[ --hopefully, nobody was around to hear that. Probably. He looks around to be sure, shaking his hand a few times to try and cool his singed fingers down faster. It's fine! He's fine. He'll pretend that didn't happen. ]
[ II. ]
[ Admittedly, Jacob hadn't been expecting the subway to be the end point of this goose chase, but-- well, here he was. ]
[ He'd followed the light after a minute or two of curious appraisal, watching the glow as it danced over the terrain; it didn't take a lot of thinking to piece together what it wanted, but whether or not it was a good idea was another thing entirely. He was off today, though-- there were perks to being your own boss-- and that meant that he could spend an hour or so following whatever the hell this was to its intended destination. There's plenty of other people in front of the station when he finally gets there, so...on the plus side, he wasn't the only one who decided to take a detour today! ]
[ He clears his throat awkwardly before he speaks, eyeing the entrance to the station with clear suspicion while his light twirls in front of it. ]
So...that looks like a real good place to get mugged, if you ask me. [ Sure, the light show was a neat trick, but he doesn't trust it much. ] Do we know if anybody's gone in yet, or--? 'Cause if they have, somebody should probably go in after 'em.
[ It's not so much 'probably' as it is 'definitely,' and Jacob's already bracing himself to go running in. Might as well be prepared for it-- somebody ought'a be. ]
[ IV. ]
[ The popcorn's actually pretty decent, surprisingly enough-- he's more than happy to go back for seconds, keeping an eye on the fight scene playing out on the dome overhead as best he can in-between scooping some more snacks into his bag. Jacob appears to be enjoying himself, as much as he's outwardly showing; there's a small smile on his face, and he gives a quiet chuckle when one of the protagonist's cheesy one-liners draw a groan from some of the audience. His soda's still doing alright, and he figures he can pass on a refill for the moment; there were snacks to focus on, and that was the important part. Once he's of the opinion that he's gotten enough to munch on, he leans back against the nearest wall, idly tossing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth. This impromptu cinema showing's confused the hell out of him, but hey-- he can afford to relax for a minute, right? There's just-- one thing that's bothering him, though. ]
You have any idea what movie this is? [ He hasn't looked down yet, but he's not quite paying as much attention to the film as he was a few seconds ago. ] I got nothing, honestly. Been watching it since it came on, but I'm drawing a blank, sorry to say.