Home Sweet Condo

[Akirahaya]

Avielle looked over their new 'home' with resignation. Smack in the middle of the danger zone, no recon, no intel, and the third floor didn't offer many back doors.

From a military perspective, she'd certainly seen worse.

Though I'd love to know why John isn't having a fit! I'd think Summer would like this even less then I do.

"John, might be a good idea to look into setting up some of the defenses Kenjiro's folks showed us."

She heaved up two of the four over sized bags she'd asked Dusty to get for her, leaving the other two, and her duffel in a corner, and started looking over the rooms.

[Lacy]

John twitched, "Your appraisal is taken into consideration" the summer deer said. He'd been grumpy ever since leaving Boston and finding that they had a new tag-along.
Oh, nothing against the woman herself. She was a wonderful fighter, she after all taught him what he knew, but the fact remained that she was suppose to have stayed home to protect the freehold and here she was, in gods knows what trouble they gotten themselves into. "We also have civilians" he told her, "Several of the apartments are already rented out to normals. We're just taking the place over from the old management"
Hell the deal they got was great, if they could fix this mess up, might be worth looking into starting a new branch of the freehold here.
But until he knew more of what was going on, he was holding his own judgment. This place could be repaired, could be fixed, he just had to focus on what needed to be done.

Abram picked up one of the duffels that the last minute addition of the spring courtier Avielle brought along and nearly fell over, "What on earth do you have in here woman?" the elemental winter courtier said.

[Akirahaya]

Avielle rolled her eyes at John.

'Try to contain your resentment a bit, horned man. This floor is ours, and we're in enemy territory at the moment. Start with excessive preparation, then gear down as proven unnecessary.'

A moment later she chuckled at Abram's comment. She didn't know the winter courtier personally, but what she'd seen of him on the way out she liked.

'Almost everyone in the freehold calls me 'The female dog.' Except a small portion of Summer Court. They either call me 'REMF' or 'the quartermaster.'

She set down the bags she was carrying and popped the latches on one.

'Here we have body armor, kevlar, four. My personal set is in that duffle. If you don't know how to use it, give me a couple hours and you will. I also have flat plates of cold iron that can be slipped in with the kevlar. Raises the weight past the point of practicality unless you know you're going against the fae though.

'This bag,' she gestures to the other one she carries, 'is fire arms and ammo, modern and antique. Advantage of the antique is they can fire iron balls - couldn't manage to get cold iron though - and don't require a license to carry or use.

'I also have some civilian surveillance equipment - even Summer Court has trouble getting a hold of military grade apparently. Assortment of non-bladed melee weapons for anyone who uses them, it's even harder to get approval to carry blades then fire arms, a case of REMs, satellite phone for keeping contact with the Freehold if necessary, and only if necessary, these things are bloody expensive; a couple packets of iodine tablets, Autumns 'official' write up on what they think is going on out here- I'm sure Willy has a copy of that as well - a couple thousand cash, and some barter goods.'

She closed up the bag of kevlar and looked at the other party members. 'My addition to the group is not quite as last minute as it may seem. There has been a mini behind the scenes battle going on about it for some time now,' she glares at John.

'So, I have the approval and support of the rulers of the Freehold, as going to higher works as well here as it did in the IDF. They agreed that those of you who volunteered to be front line jar-heads need a experienced REMF to make sure you get your meals on time, no minor supplies like toilet paper, ammo and body armor get forgotten, and play the cavalry as necessary. A few of them also seemed to like the fact that I am the only one in the room who is known to have actually fought in a war, sorry John, even Tempest doesn't quite count random Fae incursions as a war.

'I'll be staying out of the actual business around here as much as possible. If I could still handle fighting in the front lines, I would have signed on with summer. But I will be looking into supply lines, intel, lines of retreat and making sure you all don't overlook anything obvious.'

With that, she picked up the bags again, and went back to looking for a room that would be a decent armory. Kiki's been a bad influence. I'm talking too d**n much.

[Spider]

Good'ol Dusty had to give a chuckle at Avielle's impromptu tirade as he finished unpacking his personal effects. He had been keeping well out of the firing range between John and her on the trip out here, and had been planning to keep it that way too. Still...

"Goodness, Dog-Lady, I can't remember the last time I heard you string that many sentences together at once. Gotta say, I'm mighty impressed. But we're all friends here, no reason to be getting all defensive on us now. I think I can safely speak for all of us that we're not questioning your skills nor expertise on this mission. We are all pretty well acquainted with what you're capable of, if only by repute for some of the party," he added with a quick glance and a nod to Willy and Abram.

[vic]

Willy had placed himself up against the wall in a lazy lounging manner. He seems to possess the ability to be comfortable wherever he goes, and tends to immediately put himself in the most lazy position he can find.

"Heh... heh... heh... Iron balls." Each sort of coughing laugh lets out streams of foul smelling cigar smoke between his rather wicked looking teeth. "Oh yes though. You have quite the repute..."

He pats his rather ragged looking leather jacket, attempting to find something concealed in one of the many inner pockets. After a bit of searching he pulls out a folded, battered, and partially coffee stained packet of paper. "Write up is right here, Boss Dog." He glances at the first page with a bit of surprise and with a quick motion tears off the first five pages and stuffs them in his jacket. "Heh... heh... pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. There is nothing on my extra pages and they do not contain sensitive Autumn information."

[Lacy]

John just sighed and rubbed his neck. He rather knew the way he was acting was likely just going to get the wolf all worked up. But god damn! He was a simple sort and she should be home and safe! This was a dangerous place and he didn't want to see someone who respected to get hurt. Never mind she was likely better than him in a fight and more likely to kick his tail ten ways til Sunday.
Just the fact she was giving speeches in manifestos was saying something.
"Just stay out of trouble." he drawled helplessly, having to argue with his own old fashioned ego. And not for the first time. Some of his old fashioned ways tended to be a bit of a joke around the freehold at times. But he was a stable and dependable sort, even if he paid for dinner and held the door and figured a woman was better off if she stayed home and protected things from there than the front lines.

[vic]

"Aww, sexual tension is always cute." Willy snorts at John, "First time I have ever been on this side of it though..." He claps his hand loudly on John's back and smiles, "But don't worry about trouble. I mean, the courts only sent us here because something is seriously seriously wrong. What could happen? Besides, she will be in my very capable hands." Willy gives his devilish, sharp-toothed grin as he ashes his cigar onto the carpet.

[Akirahaya]

Avielle took her time unpacking, getting all the equipment set up for easy access.

She'd never been formally trained as a logistics officer, but 5 years of on the job training worked wonders. Half an hour and she was as good to go as things were going to get.

She headed out into the main room, to see if the men were still passing around machismo - God she loved english; or if they were ready to get to work.

Worst case, she could always get her room set up before going on her own reconnoiter.