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we_who_wanderOctober 22
The rest of Crane's workday passes unremarkably. Half his lab staff fails to show, which is becoming increasingly common. It's irritating when he's trying to work, but he doesn't really blame them. If he had family or somewhere to go, he'd be tempted to be there instead of work these days too. Before he knows it it's lunchtime. And of course, since he intends to actually stop and eat something, Wincott puts in an appearance. He makes an absolute pest of himself all through Crane's lunch break and then some. By the time he can get the idiot to leave, the cafeterias are long since closed. Jonathan supposes he could hunt down one of the vending machines, but why bother.
7:30 PM EST
Sometime in the early evening one of his colleagues shows up to try and shoo him out of the office. Matheson. Decently intelligent, nice enough. Crane was very quietly glad to hear that he and his family had gotten a Vault invite. He actually considers actually going home early for once. He doesn't, of course.
Instead he ducks out of the office to get sandwiches from the one half decent place to eat on base and drop by Nygma's office briefly. Crane can tell this is something else he'd lost track of in his week of worrying-- Edward is surprised to see him. He pretends not to notice.
10:00 PM EST
By the time Crane actually does go home, it's late enough for the protesters to be all but gone. And there's certainly very little traffic. He makes good time getting back to his blocky, sterile apartment. Just in time to hear the neighbors start up another of their screaming, door-slamming fights. He's starting to wonder if they're acting out some sort of fetish for all the building to hear.
October 23
Crane sleeps... well enough. He has uneasy dreams that fade as soon as he wakes. He's up and out of his apartment early, as usual. The protesters are back. Someone in the crowd has dredged up another anti-Rogue sign, he notes with some amusement. Those are his and Edward's favorite. He makes a mental note of the ridiculousness of the sign to share later.
8:00 AM EST
Crane overhears some nervous chatter from a couple of the floater assistants. Something about Chinese submarines or somesuch. He doesn't pay it much attention. There's always fleets or planes or unicycle riding bears on their way to destroy the country these days. He sticks his head out of the office long enough to send them on their way. No sense letting them upset anyone with their ramblings. Crane finds himself in the awkward position of comforting staff often enough without this kind of help.
9:20 AM EST
Jonathan is forced to eat his words. Matheson rushes into his office to alert him about an emergency broadcast. Missiles incoming, specific targets unknown. Crane feels the first stirrings of terror set in. His mouth goes dry, his pulse pounds in his ears, and his stomach tries to evacuate through his feet. As he follows Matheson out of the block of offices, he overhears the broadcast playing in several of them. It's... not as official as he would have expected. But neither he nor Matheson feel like taking chances today.
If he ends the day feeling foolish for having jumped the gun, so be it.
The closer they get to the main hallways, the thicker and more panicky the crowd gets. As Crane makes his way downstairs towards the front doors he overhears one of the high ranking idiots frantically bellowing. The damned blowhard can't be bothered to say who is launching missiles or where but he does loudly confirm that it's happening. That sends the crowd into even more of a tizzy, unsurprisingly. For military, they're... not very disciplined. Not at the moment anyway.
Most of the actual disciplined personnel seem to be out front at the moment threatening the protes-- firing into the crowd of protesters. Crane sighs to himself as he pushes his way down the front steps. Matheson appears in front of him again suddenly and makes a quiet sound of disgust. Time slows for a long moment as Crane considers...
...And then snaps back to normal as he pulls Matheson aside with one hand and tosses a handful of small capsules at the MPs with the other. Matheson looks bewildered until the guards start screaming and dropping their weapons. His eyes widen and he takes a small step back from Crane when the first one falls over and goes still. But then he nods approvingly and pulls Crane along towards the gates.
They split up after that. Matheson goes to collect his family and Jonathan heads straight for the vault. It's difficult but perhaps not as difficult as it should be. Alarmingly few people react to the air raid sirens wailing to life. Unfortunately for them, it's not another drill.
9:40 AM EST
Crane sags in relief as he makes it to the line of people checking into Vault 111. There's a moment's hesitation as he debates whether to use his military credentials to cut in line. He's just about resolved to waiting impatiently in the back when he hears a lot of yelling in the front. Abruptly Jonathan realizes just who is being loudly indignant up at the gate and that makes the decision for him. He's pushing his way past people before he even realizes he's doing it, scanning the crowd for... there.
Edward is loudly arguing with several Vault-Tec security people, and the immense sense of relief Crane feels hits him like a physical blow. From the Batman. He actually feels a little breathless in that moment. He realizes belatedly that he stopped moving when someone elbows him out of their way. They snap something at him, but he doesn't hear it. Instead he makes his way over to Nygma, acutely aware suddenly of ridiculous things like the way the morning light is hitting his stupid red hair and goddamn it Jonathan Crane you would have this epiphany right now.
He'll... he'll deal with that later. If they don't all die. In the meantime, Crane steps up next to Edward and pins the nearest guard with an extremely unimpressed look. "Is there a problem here?"
The rest of Crane's workday passes unremarkably. Half his lab staff fails to show, which is becoming increasingly common. It's irritating when he's trying to work, but he doesn't really blame them. If he had family or somewhere to go, he'd be tempted to be there instead of work these days too. Before he knows it it's lunchtime. And of course, since he intends to actually stop and eat something, Wincott puts in an appearance. He makes an absolute pest of himself all through Crane's lunch break and then some. By the time he can get the idiot to leave, the cafeterias are long since closed. Jonathan supposes he could hunt down one of the vending machines, but why bother.
7:30 PM EST
Sometime in the early evening one of his colleagues shows up to try and shoo him out of the office. Matheson. Decently intelligent, nice enough. Crane was very quietly glad to hear that he and his family had gotten a Vault invite. He actually considers actually going home early for once. He doesn't, of course.
Instead he ducks out of the office to get sandwiches from the one half decent place to eat on base and drop by Nygma's office briefly. Crane can tell this is something else he'd lost track of in his week of worrying-- Edward is surprised to see him. He pretends not to notice.
10:00 PM EST
By the time Crane actually does go home, it's late enough for the protesters to be all but gone. And there's certainly very little traffic. He makes good time getting back to his blocky, sterile apartment. Just in time to hear the neighbors start up another of their screaming, door-slamming fights. He's starting to wonder if they're acting out some sort of fetish for all the building to hear.
October 23
Crane sleeps... well enough. He has uneasy dreams that fade as soon as he wakes. He's up and out of his apartment early, as usual. The protesters are back. Someone in the crowd has dredged up another anti-Rogue sign, he notes with some amusement. Those are his and Edward's favorite. He makes a mental note of the ridiculousness of the sign to share later.
8:00 AM EST
Crane overhears some nervous chatter from a couple of the floater assistants. Something about Chinese submarines or somesuch. He doesn't pay it much attention. There's always fleets or planes or unicycle riding bears on their way to destroy the country these days. He sticks his head out of the office long enough to send them on their way. No sense letting them upset anyone with their ramblings. Crane finds himself in the awkward position of comforting staff often enough without this kind of help.
9:20 AM EST
Jonathan is forced to eat his words. Matheson rushes into his office to alert him about an emergency broadcast. Missiles incoming, specific targets unknown. Crane feels the first stirrings of terror set in. His mouth goes dry, his pulse pounds in his ears, and his stomach tries to evacuate through his feet. As he follows Matheson out of the block of offices, he overhears the broadcast playing in several of them. It's... not as official as he would have expected. But neither he nor Matheson feel like taking chances today.
If he ends the day feeling foolish for having jumped the gun, so be it.
The closer they get to the main hallways, the thicker and more panicky the crowd gets. As Crane makes his way downstairs towards the front doors he overhears one of the high ranking idiots frantically bellowing. The damned blowhard can't be bothered to say who is launching missiles or where but he does loudly confirm that it's happening. That sends the crowd into even more of a tizzy, unsurprisingly. For military, they're... not very disciplined. Not at the moment anyway.
Most of the actual disciplined personnel seem to be out front at the moment threatening the protes-- firing into the crowd of protesters. Crane sighs to himself as he pushes his way down the front steps. Matheson appears in front of him again suddenly and makes a quiet sound of disgust. Time slows for a long moment as Crane considers...
...And then snaps back to normal as he pulls Matheson aside with one hand and tosses a handful of small capsules at the MPs with the other. Matheson looks bewildered until the guards start screaming and dropping their weapons. His eyes widen and he takes a small step back from Crane when the first one falls over and goes still. But then he nods approvingly and pulls Crane along towards the gates.
They split up after that. Matheson goes to collect his family and Jonathan heads straight for the vault. It's difficult but perhaps not as difficult as it should be. Alarmingly few people react to the air raid sirens wailing to life. Unfortunately for them, it's not another drill.
9:40 AM EST
Crane sags in relief as he makes it to the line of people checking into Vault 111. There's a moment's hesitation as he debates whether to use his military credentials to cut in line. He's just about resolved to waiting impatiently in the back when he hears a lot of yelling in the front. Abruptly Jonathan realizes just who is being loudly indignant up at the gate and that makes the decision for him. He's pushing his way past people before he even realizes he's doing it, scanning the crowd for... there.
Edward is loudly arguing with several Vault-Tec security people, and the immense sense of relief Crane feels hits him like a physical blow. From the Batman. He actually feels a little breathless in that moment. He realizes belatedly that he stopped moving when someone elbows him out of their way. They snap something at him, but he doesn't hear it. Instead he makes his way over to Nygma, acutely aware suddenly of ridiculous things like the way the morning light is hitting his stupid red hair and goddamn it Jonathan Crane you would have this epiphany right now.
He'll... he'll deal with that later. If they don't all die. In the meantime, Crane steps up next to Edward and pins the nearest guard with an extremely unimpressed look. "Is there a problem here?"