Coffee from the cafeteria always sucked. Far too bitter, the machine sometimes refused to work, and when it did, the cup ended up having some weird black muck at the bottom. Still, you grab a cup. Might as well; you're not the young agent anymore, your only source of energy nowadays seems to be Foundation-issued cups of hot tar.
You head on down to the Internal Security Department offices. You clock in and sit down at a computer. Nicholas - your favourite colleague - is late for work again. He rushes towards the office and clocks in just in time to avoid the 15-minute pay deduction that comes with being a minute late.
After a few hours of checking arrest reports and dealing with petty crimes, lunch rolls around. You take a look in the fridge searching for your lunchbox filled with your attempt at a nice meal: a chicken burrito and a banana. Your doctor told you to eat healthier, after all.
While eating, Nicholas takes a seat next to you. He has a far less impressive meal, being something the chefs dug out of the freezer for today's free lunch, but seems to enjoy it anyways. He never was one to live lavishly.
You notice he's holding a folder under his arm. He tells you it's something secret he found deep in the archives and opens it up to show it to you.
The timing is almost comedic; just as he opens the folder, the disgusting coffee you took in the morning - and have microwaved 4 times since and were planning to drink just now - gets knocked over by Nicholas' elbow and spills all over the folder. Nicholas mumbles some combination of curse words under his breath and shakes any excess coffee off.
You take out the top-most file. The coffee seems to have badly stained it, but you can just barely make the text out.
You ask Nicholas who the guy is; you vaguely remember someone matching his description walking around the cafeteria this morning. Nicholas says that he's some researcher, some higher-up. He says he has a bit of a reputation for winning bets far too often.
You think you'll start watching the research wing a bit more closely now.
You head on down to the Internal Security Department offices. You clock in and sit down at a computer. Nicholas - your favourite colleague - is late for work again. He rushes towards the office and clocks in just in time to avoid the 15-minute pay deduction that comes with being a minute late.
After a few hours of checking arrest reports and dealing with petty crimes, lunch rolls around. You take a look in the fridge searching for your lunchbox filled with your attempt at a nice meal: a chicken burrito and a banana. Your doctor told you to eat healthier, after all.
While eating, Nicholas takes a seat next to you. He has a far less impressive meal, being something the chefs dug out of the freezer for today's free lunch, but seems to enjoy it anyways. He never was one to live lavishly.
You notice he's holding a folder under his arm. He tells you it's something secret he found deep in the archives and opens it up to show it to you.
The timing is almost comedic; just as he opens the folder, the disgusting coffee you took in the morning - and have microwaved 4 times since and were planning to drink just now - gets knocked over by Nicholas' elbow and spills all over the folder. Nicholas mumbles some combination of curse words under his breath and shakes any excess coffee off.
You take out the top-most file. The coffee seems to have badly stained it, but you can just barely make the text out.
You ask Nicholas who the guy is; you vaguely remember someone matching his description walking around the cafeteria this morning. Nicholas says that he's some researcher, some higher-up. He says he has a bit of a reputation for winning bets far too often.
You think you'll start watching the research wing a bit more closely now.
Hi there whoever's reading this. I'm posting this after I was told that in order to do some anomalous effect roleplay I should consider getting it actually approved...
Apologies if my writing is subpar. I've ran it past a few people and they said it was good enough, and I hope that my indirect storytelling is obvious enough.
For anyone who still wants a very in-your-face summary: Redmont is anomalous. He came in contact with a Reality Bender who possessed a luck-altering anomaly and, through unknown (
) means, now possesses said anomaly, although unconsciously. All Redmont knows is that he's very lucky, and this shows in his personality. He's cocky and doesn't think anything can go wrong for him, which is why losing his eye was such a big hit to his confidence.
I plan to flesh out this character further by diving deeper into the complexities that come with being unconsciously and unnoticeably anomalous.
If anyone has any writing tips, questions or feedback I'd be glad to hear it!
Apologies if my writing is subpar. I've ran it past a few people and they said it was good enough, and I hope that my indirect storytelling is obvious enough.
For anyone who still wants a very in-your-face summary: Redmont is anomalous. He came in contact with a Reality Bender who possessed a luck-altering anomaly and, through unknown (
) means, now possesses said anomaly, although unconsciously. All Redmont knows is that he's very lucky, and this shows in his personality. He's cocky and doesn't think anything can go wrong for him, which is why losing his eye was such a big hit to his confidence.I plan to flesh out this character further by diving deeper into the complexities that come with being unconsciously and unnoticeably anomalous.
If anyone has any writing tips, questions or feedback I'd be glad to hear it!
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