- hello - I am - Jacket -

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"That would be because it is confusing, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough."

Jacket makes a broken wheezing sound to showcase his annoyance at this situation

"Yeah, that about sums up my attitude to this shit as well."

He shrugs not really sure what else to say about it

"Well, I suppose I should probably get back to work, unless you've got any further questions you need answered?"

he shrugs and shakes his head

"I guess that's that, then." She tosses him a pack of cigarettes. "Maybe I'll see you around, probably not though."

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"That would be because it is confusing, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough."

Jacket makes a broken wheezing sound to showcase his annoyance at this situation

"Yeah, that about sums up my attitude to this shit as well."

He shrugs not really sure what else to say about it

"Well, I suppose I should probably get back to work, unless you've got any further questions you need answered?"

he shrugs and shakes his head

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"That would be because it is confusing, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough."

Jacket makes a broken wheezing sound to showcase his annoyance at this situation

"Yeah, that about sums up my attitude to this shit as well."

He shrugs not really sure what else to say about it

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"That would be because it is confusing, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it"

"I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough."

Jacket makes a broken wheezing sound to showcase his annoyance at this situation

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"That would be because it is confusing, but you get used to it."

"I'll take your word for it"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"Probably, yes. The next best option is taking the first exit you see and trying to navigate timelines without the help of a universal attractor, which is hardly a promising idea."

"sounds confusing"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"Generally, an exit finds you rather than the other way around. If you really want to get out sooner rather than later, your best chance is to find places that translocate frequently to other interdimensional sinks, though most of them have some magicks about them that prevent you from finding them unless you're meant to be there. The office I work at is one of those places that has ways out. Only problem is, unless you can find where you came in, you'll probably end up somewhere unfamiliar when you leave."

"well that sucks. Sounds like staying until I can find a sure way back to the safehouse is my best option"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"Then I'd say you stand a good chance of making it out okay."

"speaking of that, how do I get out?"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"Well, I suppose you'll probably be in for a crash course in the near future. I hope you're a practical learner, because you'll need to pick it up as you go and think on your feet."

"I don't know if I would call most of my methods practical but they work"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"

"True enough. I'd still recommend finding a way to aim those impulses away from the supernatural if you can manage it, though."

"I will do my best though I don't have much experience with the supernatural. At least I don't think I do? Maybe Richard counts"

"-Hello Jacket-" he points at himself. He tilts his head again at her tone it's reminding him of someonething. He rubs the bullet scar on his forehead and tries to ignore the thought.

"Right, Jacket." She pulls out a packet of cigarettes, offering him one. "Do you smoke?"

Jacket nods slightly and takes one after slipping his claw hammer into a pocket.

Anamalech takes one for themselves, lighting it up before offering Jacket the lighter.

Jacket takes the lighter and uses it before handing it back.

"Well, I guess I should have expected that. I don't think I've ever met anyone outside of the office who actually knows how they got here or what they're doing."

Jacket cocks his head and gets out his dictaphone again "-please proceed- -office supplies include-" he stares blankly waiting to see if he's been understood or not

"I'm sorry, but I don't get what you mean." They take a long drag of their cigarette, both before and after speaking.

"-information- -office-" he sighs softly in annoyance at not having his extra tapes with him. "-attention-" he puts the dictaphone away before signing at you "do you know ASL? What do you mean by office and people outside of it?"

Anamalech sighs in relief, signing back to Jacket. "I speak ASL, yes. And by office I mean the office I work at. The people outside of it are just anyone who isn't one of my colleagues."

Jacket watches carefully it's a bit hard for him to get his brain to focus enough to read your signing. "Do you know what this building is? I saw a cafeteria but it doesn't seem like a school or hospital"

Anamalech notices his difficulty reading her signing, so switches back to responding verbally. "It's the OSHA building. Officially, it's the headquarters of a government organisation. Unofficially, it's an interdimensional space with more bullshit going on than anyone could explain before the universe runs out of entropy."

Jacket just stares at you blankly as he processes this. He pulls out the dictaphone once again "-I don't think that's supposed to go there-"

"You'd think so, but ‘supposed to’ doesn't really mean anything here. Things just happen, regardless of what anyone believes should or should not be the case. Some of the more important or powerful people and entities seem to have things figured out, but people like me? We've just got to get used to the bullshit and try not to die because of it." She takes a very long drag of her cigarette after that.

Jacket shrugs slightly as he signs "I'm fairly used to trying not to die"

"You should do just fine, then. Stay alive for a while, and you should figure shit out pretty quick."

"though given that you are talking about supernatural stuff I imagine most threats can't be solved with a baseball bat"

"That would be correct, yeah. Supernatural problems often need supernatural solutions. Baseball bats do help surprisingly often, though."

"what about guns?"

"Guns work too, and they don't even need to be particularly high calibre in my experience."

Jacket nods slightly making sure to remember this for the future

"Just make sure you're keeping track of your ammunition stocks. While acquiring more can be a cake walk sometimes, other times you'll be in an ammo desert."

"I'm good with my hands as well if I run out"

"As long as you know what you're doing and don't actively go looking for trouble, that should be enough to get you through it all."

Jacket nods slightly though he's probably not going to heed the warning at least not completely

"If you really want trouble, no one's going to stop you, but you're more than likely going to run into someone or something you can't handle."

"impulse control issues aren't exactly good for staying out of trouble"