[ Kim has not been immune to the aftereffects of the party, the numerous ways that the City somehow pried its way into their very brains, manipulating their thoughts and emotions to their liking. He's spent the past few hours fluctuating between the unstoppable urge to run to the university, spotting white-clad researchers out of the corner of his eye, and nursing waves of paranoia settling on his shoulders. But he's managed to compose himself, at least for the time being; he'd taken some time to sit down, breathe deeply, remind himself of his position as Lieutenant of the RCM. He's better than this.
With that in mind, he finds the nearest convenience store, hoping for a cold bottle of water and something to eat to settle his nerves, only to find -- something happening. He hesitates outside of it momentarily before shrugging, deciding that investigating this is at least better than going to that damned party. He unhooks the prybar he keeps on him at all times these days and grips it as he steps through the sliding doors, keeping to the periphery of the store. In and out, he tells himself. It takes some willpower not to reflexively yell: this is the RCM, state your business!
With things as they are, he doesn't announce himself, merely looking warily around for the source of the unrest. As stealthy as he intends to move through it, there's no disguising the whirr of the sliding doors, the thump of his boots against the sticky linoleum, the rustle of his nylon jacket. ]
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Date: 2023-11-05 09:48 am (UTC)With that in mind, he finds the nearest convenience store, hoping for a cold bottle of water and something to eat to settle his nerves, only to find -- something happening. He hesitates outside of it momentarily before shrugging, deciding that investigating this is at least better than going to that damned party. He unhooks the prybar he keeps on him at all times these days and grips it as he steps through the sliding doors, keeping to the periphery of the store. In and out, he tells himself. It takes some willpower not to reflexively yell: this is the RCM, state your business!
With things as they are, he doesn't announce himself, merely looking warily around for the source of the unrest. As stealthy as he intends to move through it, there's no disguising the whirr of the sliding doors, the thump of his boots against the sticky linoleum, the rustle of his nylon jacket. ]