[So. Waking up in new locations isn't exactly novel for Spy. Usually the Administrator would give them a little warning before forcing them to change locations, but it's not impossible.
What is concerning is the fact that none of his fellow mercenaries are anywhere to be found. There's no distant sound of explosions, no bloodstained doctor showing off his newest abomination against God and humanity, no irritating Bostonian threatening to bash his head in against the refrigerator.
It's peaceful.
Spy hates it.
Something is wrong here. He'd chalk it up to Merasmus, maybe, but why would the wizard target him alone? And Halloween was last month, anyway. Merasmus should be busy licking his wounds and hiding from whatever mafioso he borrowed money from this time.
For the first few minutes after waking up, he'll go through the profiles, grimacing once he reaches his own.]
At least they had the sense to keep some things classified. Or perhaps they just could not figure it out.
[He's hoping for the latter.
Once he's done with that, he's searching the hell out of his dorm- B1- for any sort of clue or hint as to what's going on here. Spy's checking under the beds, in the nightstands, the trunks- not just for his side of the room, but everyone. Feel free to tell him to fuck off from your stuff if you need to.
With that out of the way, Spy's making his way to the security room. This door may be locked, but that's never stopped him from before. He'll be hanging around here for a while, trying to figure out how the locks work and force his way through them. Spoilers: It won't work.]
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Date: 2018-11-25 08:25 pm (UTC)What is concerning is the fact that none of his fellow mercenaries are anywhere to be found. There's no distant sound of explosions, no bloodstained doctor showing off his newest abomination against God and humanity, no irritating Bostonian threatening to bash his head in against the refrigerator.
It's peaceful.
Spy hates it.
Something is wrong here. He'd chalk it up to Merasmus, maybe, but why would the wizard target him alone? And Halloween was last month, anyway. Merasmus should be busy licking his wounds and hiding from whatever mafioso he borrowed money from this time.
For the first few minutes after waking up, he'll go through the profiles, grimacing once he reaches his own.]
At least they had the sense to keep some things classified. Or perhaps they just could not figure it out.
[He's hoping for the latter.
Once he's done with that, he's searching the hell out of his dorm- B1- for any sort of clue or hint as to what's going on here. Spy's checking under the beds, in the nightstands, the trunks- not just for his side of the room, but everyone. Feel free to tell him to fuck off from your stuff if you need to.
With that out of the way, Spy's making his way to the security room. This door may be locked, but that's never stopped him from before. He'll be hanging around here for a while, trying to figure out how the locks work and force his way through them. Spoilers: It won't work.]