OPEN OPENESS FOR THE MASSES

[snickerdoodled]

OPEN POST!
For general shenanigans! Throw your people at my people, using existing verses, or hey, let's get crazy and come up with new ones. It'll be a party. 1, 2, 3, GO.

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[fathersfootsteps]

[he is proud of it though :(]

But if it's that bad, that means you could die. I'm not letting that happen.

[ofafeather]

I won't die, baby, I promise.

[There's another explosion, and she peeks around the table once the dust has settled.]

But I do have to check it out.

[fathersfootsteps]

Don't you dare.

[but he doesn't stop her, either, hunched down behind the table, trying to rotate his shoulder]

Two minutes. If you aren't back, I'm going in.

[ofafeather]

Fine, two minutes. Don't move while I'm gone unless you have to.

[She gives him a look, and then runs off to do her job. She makes sure she's back within two minutes, because she's not letting him go out in that alone.]

[fathersfootsteps]

[it's a good thing she gets back early, since he was ready to bolt out there before time was up, prepping his stuff when she reappears. he has an impromptu slingshot with some nasty-looking pieces of metal as ammo]

What'd you find?

[ofafeather]

[....she's giving that singshot the side-eye, kiddo.]

Just explosions. I'm not sure what's happening.

[fathersfootsteps]

[he only had like ten minutes :|]

We need to find the source. Might be underground or in a building. We can split up, meet on the other side of the avenue, see if we can figure out what's going on.

[ofafeather]

[....okay, she is not cool with his.]

I don't think so. [And this part kills her to say.] We're going to wait here under cover until someone shows up, okay?

[fathersfootsteps]

[wait what? totally not expecting that] Why?

[ofafeather]

Because I don't want you to die in an explosion. And I'm not actually equipped for this right now. [Not that that's ever stopped her in the past.]

[fathersfootsteps]

That's stupid! You wouldn't hold back if I were dad!

[ofafeather]

[He has a point.]

That's because your dad and I have been doing this for almost thirty years.

[fathersfootsteps]

So? How can I even start if you keep sidelining me?

[ofafeather]

You don't get training in the field right away. [And Bobbi doesn't even like the idea, anyway.]

[fathersfootsteps]

I'm good enough, mom! And if something's going on, we have to help everyone. We can't just sit this out.

[ofafeather]

Fine. [She hands him her gun.] You remember everything I taught you about how to use this thing, right?

[fathersfootsteps]

Of course. [readies it without missing a beat, then tucks it into his belt for an impromptu holster] Prefer arrows, though.

[ofafeather]

Too bad I'm not your dad. [She gives him a wry smile.]

Just don't shoot me, okay, kiddo?

[fathersfootsteps]

[he just gives her a LOOK]

[ofafeather]

[And she gives him one right back.]

You have to do everything I tell you to. If I tell you to take cover, you do it.

[fathersfootsteps]

I know the procedure, mom. You're lead; you call the shots. Can we go now?

[ofafeather]

[....ugh she's not a fan she's not a fan.]

Fine. Let's go.

[fathersfootsteps]

Good. [AND OFF HE GOES]

[ofafeather]

[Ugh, Francis. Bobbi is too worried about watching you right now that sure, she's going to go ahead and get into a fight with the person who's setting the bombs, but she can't focus.

But she's still kicking major ass.]

[fathersfootsteps]

[and Francis is right there as backup, trying to get a good shot in to incapacitate the dude because Bobbi, your moves are sort of shit]