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WHO: Vincent Smith and OPEN.
WHEN: Mid-December.
WHERE: Outside the hospital.
WHAT: Vincent sets up a surveillance camera.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Permission post. OOC post. I can't think of any but will update if anything comes up.

first step to setting up a surveillance camera, be yourself and have fun.

[ Rather than explain to anyone what he is doing, Vincent decides to take it upon himself to set a camera up to monitor the entrance of the hospital. Does anyone need to know he's doing this? Are they the boss of him? The answers in his mind are: no.

It also appears that the companion bots don't seem to be particularly bothered with what he's doing, so he takes that as approval.

Vincent does, however, wish he had come up with this idea when it was a little warmer. As it stands, it's snowy - and he's still drowning in knitwear. He's dragged along quite a few items to help him complete his task!

One is a wireless camera. Batteries. Laptop. Electric screwdriver. Mounting posts. And a ladder.

How did he bring all these items? He took a shopping cart, because whatever. Ask someone to help carry it? Please.

Anyway - that is how some find him, figuring out how to mount the camera and to keep it out of the way of weather (which seems pointless to him given Etraya but whatever!!) and standing on a ladder without anyone to hold it.

It's fine. ]

second step is making sure it fucking works.

[ Or he's sitting on the ladder, he is checking over the connection to make sure that it actually is going to transmit to the laptop or not. He occasionally violently shakes the laptop before crawling back up the ladder to try to figure out what is going on.

Does he intend to use the laptop for anything else other than to be where he can monitor the camera? Nope! ]

and now for something else! moving!

[ Guess who has moved?

Well, moved is a broad term - the term is that he told Barnabas that he's going to be his neighbor.

Vincent acquired himself a trolley so that he could start dragging items from point-a A back to his citadel. Rely on the companion bots to feed and worry about these things? Absolutely not! That's accruing a debt with them that could be called upon at any time.

(But Vincent - all items here are free, so-? So what! He's acquiring them and going through the trouble dragging them across the distance back home! He didn't ask any of them to help him so it's without cost, actually. It's actually at a deficit because of how much he hates physical labor.)

But yes --

-- people might see him using a trolley to drag along heavy items back to Stonhyrr that he feels the medieval fortress needs because it needs so much! Due to being minimal! Thankfully, it has a bed, but whatever! Whatever!

Of course, this is going as well as assumed; he's not that physically fit and trying to move items like a fridge or an oven by himself.

Oh, well. ]

wildcard;

[ I dunno, man. PM or DM @ marvelouscheers if you want to do something else and not sure about it. Or you can just throw something down, I'm game. ]

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[ Rosie isn't a licensed nurse or really a nurse by any means, but she can heal. That means she spends quite a bit of time at the hospital volunteering where she can. The companion bots are nice and capable, sure, but sometimes people seemed to appreciate a more human interaction whether first arriving or just injured. It's also a nice way to pass the time, gives her something to focus on besides how out of place she feels otherwise and- ]

Uh, [ comes the eloquent noise when she spots Vincent. Hm. As the queen of 'it's fine' herself, she can recognize when it might not actually be. ]

Didn't realize this place was getting extra security, [ she mentions, casually reaching out to grab one side of that ladder. Subtle enough he might not notice that she's trying to help since she figures he didn't ask for help for a reason. Again, she gets it, but also: ] Not the best day for an installation though.

[ Vincent is grumbling to himself about the cold. It's not actual words so much as noises under his breath until he hears the confused sound that is different from his. His gaze shifts from how he's setting the mounts up to glance down at the person calling out to him.

His knitwear is even more of a disaster up close - brightly colored and no piece matching the "theme" of the one before it. His sweater has Christmas lights and snowflake designs. His hat has stripes in multiple colors. The knitted gloves might match the hat save the bright colors of each finger doesn't match the bright colors of the striped hat. As for the scarf, it looks like it's designed with themes of reindeer. ]

Does it need security? [ He chimes back. ] I agree, but sadly, this idea came to me after the weather decided to be as it is, so -- [ He shrugs with power tool in hand. ]

[You know what's a weird sight? Vincent, the twiggy asshole, fussing with a camera and laptop and ladder outside of the hospital. Accelerator is on his way back from the Kwik Trip, a solitary grocery bag stuffed full of one brand of about a dozen cans of coffee, in his free hand. He slows down when he notices the new camera, eyes traveling from it down to Vincent.

Does he want to know? Not really, but with so few buildings around and only one hospital, he figures he should ask. So he comes to a stop in front of the guy, his scowl questioning.]

The hell are you doing?

What the hell am I doing?

[ He lifts his head to acknowledge the question by firing it back in the same tone. However, it may be obvious that he's just using those seconds to process what has been said to him.

His face immediately scrunches up in irritation. ]

What the hell are you doing? [ He gestures with a wave of his hand. ] Is that all you got for yourself? Do you know how to grocery shop, Accelerator? [ So he asks as he's back to looking at his laptop screen. ]

[Accelerator wrinkles his nose, looking down briefly at his grocery bag.]

I needed coffee.

[Which is to say he isn't all that great at grocery shopping beyond buying a lot of coffee, no. He isn't particularly bothered by that, his gaze traveling back to the laptop.]

You still haven't answered my question.

[ Gorgug doesn't know where Vincent is going with that fridge when he happens to come close to crossing paths with the man out in the open, as one happens to do on any normal day. Gorgug's dressed similarly to how he was in the library, with those goggles on his head, a comfy jacket on, and a backpack on his back that looks stuffed. He's got two to-go cups in his gloved hands, and upon seeing Vincent and his trolley, he...slows. Stops. Observes.

... ]

Is it broken? [ He calls out across their distance.

And then, a brilliant idea occurs that he adds a second after: ] Because it doesn't look like it's running to me.

[ Yes, he is smiling to himself after saying that because he is proud of himself. ]

So, you took out the whole store? [ He chimes in return. ] Don't you know how to make coffee?

[ Vincent may be muttering something about "espers these days" before gently pushing his glasses up with his mitten. And then getting snow on the bottom part of the lens -- and immediately grumbling about that seconds later. ]

Since we're both so close -- [ And he hasn't seen what's to become of Accelerator. ] -- my laptop isn't connecting to that -- [ And he points to the camera. ]

[ Vincent has that petty, nasty thought of saying that he is going to throw rocks at Gorgug, but holds back. He holds back because his lungs hurt too much from trying to push the fridge; he has to take a second to lean against it - breathing hard - and sort out his thoughts.

His teeth snap together.

Running his tongue over his chapped lips, he twists his head around to look properly at Gorgug. The smile that he's greeted with definitely makes him think he should look for a rock. His eyes drag along the sidewalk but there isn't a stone in sight. ]

Good one. [ He replies instead, tilting his head away with a slight smile. ] How are you today?

[ With no rocks thrown in his direction, Gorgug has no reason but to feel good about himself, and how he is definitely the smart boy that his parents tell him to be. Even if the guy (Vincent? Was it Vincent?) looks like he's in the throes of exhaustion right now. But his voice is welcome enough to an individual like Gorgug to walk closer, to feel comfortable, answering in a pleasant voice, ]

I'm okay. Is this new training? Or is it actually broken?

Why bother when this stuff is free?

[That's a rhetorical question, this is about as low effort as you can get and he knows it. Besides, his addiction is to canned coffee, and he doesn't see any point in trying to change it.

His eyes travel up to the camera, hanging on it suspiciously.]

.... Are you trying to stalk people or something?

No, it's not new training.

[ If it was, he might have a few words for Chu Wenshan, but because he's doing this to himself, it's fine. Vincent is nothing if not a person that is full of contradictions and double standards. ]

It's not broken -- it's unplugged and I'm attempting to move it. [ Patting the side of the fridge, he lets out a small sigh. ] I'm going to tell you something and you're not going to tell anyone else, all right?

[ Does he have any leeway? Anything he can hold over him?

He certainly can't trust people to just keep their word or agree to his stipulations. They don't know him; he doesn't know them. What reason do they have to agree to do anything the other person asks? Leverage and deals, of course. ]

Much like how I didn't tell anyone about the lightning. [ A veiled threat. ]

For self-reliance, Accelerator.

[ Rhetorical question or not, Vincent has to answer it. Certainly, there are times he sees no reason to answer a question, but when it vaguely relates to his own moralities or ideals; he feels that he has to say something. ]

No. [ He draws that word out. ] But if there is someone that you want me to keep an eye out for, let me know. I'm really only paying attention to folks when they arrive.

[ He taps angrily on the keyboard. ]

[Oh look, here's a new arrival! He actually arrived a couple weeks back, but he has to go back to the hospital for a follow-up on all of the medical care he needed upon arrival. As it turns out, being stabbed in the gut is a serious medical condition.

He walks up to the hospital, but pauses as he makes note of the equipment and man covered in knitwear. Hmm, interesting. But he has places to be, so he leaves it at that.

It's when he's walking out of the hospital an hour later, and he sees that same man standing on a ladder unassisted, that Fukuzawa finally gives up and goes over. He reaches out with one ungloved hand and grabs the ladder to steady it, all while looking up at Vincent.]

What are you doing?

[Listen, he can still be helpful while questioning someone's actions.]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[ He's going to sit down on the top of the ladder. It makes an unfortunate noise with his sudden sitting down, but he only gives it a look like that would be enough to stop it from tipping over. Thankfully, it only shudders a little without his balance being lost.

Lifting his hand, he dabs the bottom of his nose with his mitten. Unfortunately, the slight chill in the air has caused his nose to run a little. But whatever - he stares at the man looking up at him. ]

I think I saw you before, right? I hope you're feeling better.

[ He says with no hint of actually being sincere. ]

[ A veiled threat? It's very veiled, since Gorgug's expression doesn't change from the piqued curiosity of Vincent's lead-in. He's telling him something he wants kept secret, which is surprising when they don't really know each other. But also, putting it on the level of the lightning is... not that big of a deal? But hey. ]

Okay. What is it?

[ Whatever, Gorgug's interested. ]

[ Good. It seems like he gets it. ]

I've moved from those apartments somewhere else.

[ This is a big secret to him because he doesn't really like people knowing where he is. While that does make it seem like he's a cockroach popping up wherever he just doesn't want to be found unless it is on his terms. ]

That's where this fridge is going.

Oh.

[ That's-- that's it? He looks at the fridge, then back at Vincent. A visibly underwhelmed expression. ]

Did you piss people off?

[ Is that why he wants it kept secret? ]

No.

[ Vincent pauses as he tilts his head up. He has that thought only people with his personality can have which is: "Did I? Yes. But is that related to me moving? No."

His head tilts slightly in the other direction. ]

Anyway, yes, that is where this is going.

[ Gorgug hums, a small, accepting sound. Sometimes, you just move, and Gorgug isn't going to question or think otherwise about it. He looks towards the direction that he thinks Vincent is headed in, considers the path he might be taking and how long he's got to go... ]

... Well, good luck. You're gonna get a workout, anyway.

[ That's for sure! ]

[ His head drops as he thinks of how far he has to push this fridge - then will be the stove, but he supposes he can have that be smaller. Actually, why didn't he choose a smaller fridge? Is he stupid?

He lifts his head and shakes his head. No, he isn't stupid; he is preparing to feed a rather large creature that lives on his bridge and thus needs a larger space to house all the food that he's going to have to make.

He isn't stupid! ]

Right.

[ And stares at Gorgug. ]

Would you like to be the only person who knows where I live?

[ HELP ME MOVE THIS THING! ]

...It's appreciated.

[He's not going to talk about his injuries or how he got them, he's already been warned by Dazai. There are ears everywhere, and that's enough to motivate an already-private person like Fukuzawa. But he will still be polite about it.]

It looks like you're trusting a shaky ladder.

Yeah.

[ Pleasantries completed, he returns to looking at the wall where he's trying to screw in the mount for the camera. How he longs for the days of being a high-ranking member of a cult and could delegate these tasks to someone else. ]

It's better than trusting shaky people, no?

[ An awkward smile flashes. ] Unless you'd be so kind as to hold it, although, I'd wonder what you'd like in return.

[ Vincent, as the older guy he is compared to Gorgug (despite Gorgug's height and non-human appearance making it hard to estimate an age for most), receives the look from the half-orc that he naturally deserves. ]

No? [ No? Why would he? Why would anyone?? ] Don't you want to keep it a secret?

[ Why does he even want him to know in the first place? Gorgug cannot surely fathom a fridge-shaped reason for this! ]

[ Now he is in a pickle.

He could say that he only wants to keep it secret from strangers but friends are all right. But would Gorgug tell people that Vincent seems friendly with where he is? The lack of trust he has for others is astounding, but the desire to use others is necessary to live the comfortable life he wants.

To put it another way, if he says that he only wants him to know 'cause he feels they're good friends, sounds weird. It sounds unnatural even to him. If he could, he would have scrunched his face up and stuck his tongue out at the idea. Furthermore, it sounds wrong on a lot of other levels.

However, perhaps, he is complicating the situation. ]

Well, since you promised you wouldn't tell anyone, I don't mind letting you come see it.

[ At the very least, he hopes to help him get to the bridge and he'll shove the fridge across. Maybe, he could convince the Behemoth to push it with the promise that he'll give it food later. Maybe? Probably not. That muscle cat is not something that he'll be able to tame and he's only thought of as its personal chef, not someone to take orders from.

He clicks his tongue. ]

[In his mind, Fukuzawa thinks of several different retorts. "How do you know I'm not a shaky person?" "You never know, a shaky person could show up and cause trouble." "You look like a shaky person yourself."

In the end, he says none of these, and instead just sighs as he takes hold of the ladder.]

I don't do things with the expectation of something in return.

[That's probably the best thing to say anyway. Though it's still contradictory, as his services of a detective do come with the expectation of pay.]

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