Barfing forth apocalyptica:
It’s a Whensday. You see a person coming toward you. Can’t make out much of their face–they’re wearing one of those eye-doctor “lens-1-or-lens-2” things, wearing it like a mask. As they approach you, you can hear it click-click-clicking, as they search for the right magnification to view you with.
what do you do?
Nice. Also kind makes me want to play a Faceless with that as the mask.
For some reason I just can’t help picturing an apocalypse pirate wearing one of those. (Driver or chopper?)
I take my shitty pistol, the one Joe’s Girl calls the club and hold it at my side and watch him.
Read a Person…
I cover myself in shag carpeting, so I look fuzzy no matter what lens setting he uses.
Tapping the security noticed pedal to alert the station beyond the intervening vestibule, and make sure Records is active.
I casually say; “Hey Joe, rough night? The Colonel and Duke are already in Security & Strategy, when you’re ready. Annie hasn’t checked in yet. How’s your girl?”
From inside the booth I’m Set and Ready to Process and Protect, at the safe distance marks I’ll Read this Person, the Sitch and any offered identification, as protocol prefers.
Mondayne, Two’s Day, Whensday, Thirstday, Fryday?
Shatterday, Scumday.
That looks high tech and they are not armed. Better trash em before they do something weird. Fricken weirdies…