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help me paint shit. if you have watercolors that's just icing on the cake.

sounds great, i'll be there with paints in hand. time and place, kid

how about tomorrow? i'll be around all day.

See ya then

[tomorrow is good, gives her time to finally stop putting it off and get some paint supplies]

[Bless you for getting your own paint, South. Jane sends her the Gallows' address, ready for her the next day.]

[She's been stalling and putting it off for months now, for lots of reasons, all pretty well dumb and she knows they're dumb but- hey, this is a nice push to stop being a child and get them!

South shows up about mid-morning, not wanting to be the inconvenient asshole who pops in at the asscrack of dawn, but not wanting to make the chick sit around waiting all day. She doesn't have anything fancy for her supplies, not yet anyways, just everything loose in a bag as she waltzes up.

And while she of course knows better than to wear anything she likes when playing with paint, she isn't going to go to meet and help a possibly, probably cute girl in anything grungy. She's opted for her usual tight jeans and military boots, black studded belt, and fitted purple tank top. No jacket or coat, it's not really chilly enough for her to layer up just yet, and she's not dumb enough to wear long sleeves to paint.]

[Jane, meanwhile, has set up shop in the Gallows. She's already stashed a sleeping bag in the place's back room just in case she needs it, and is awaiting her various helpers while she paints.

When South shows up Jane's a little surprised, since she expected everyone would show up late-afternoonish even though she never specified a time. At least they can get started early, she guesses.

The cute girl is unfortunately hookup-adverse, but she's going to be friendly to South unless given a reason not to be. She opens the door and gestures the other woman inside.]

Hey, helper. Which one are you?

[Hey, no one said anything about hookups, exactly! She just likes attention in general, and especially from cute girls. Getting to peep at a pretty lady and have some fun with paint? Fuck yeah.

Also, not her fault she's a surprise guest, no time given and she has silly reasons for the shit she does]

The one and only South Dakota

[Ah pride and ego, a big cocky smile]

[Probably a good thing, that's not Jane's forte. What Jane's good at is general chaos of a mostly-positive variety, along with a good amount of creative swearing, which can go right alongside South's attention and painting.]

First name South, last name Dakota? [Jane's also not great at admiration, generally just taking people as they are. She also leans more toward the skeptical side, but at the moment isn't about to turn down the help she can get.]

You're my wall-scaler, right? I'm the owner's proxy, Jane. [She holds out a hand, smiling.] Crazy Jane.

Actually it's- [A pause as she considers it before she just nods and shrugs] Yeah, South Dakota, first and last.

[It's her Freelancer codename, but, whatever. Her real name is for her. Fuck it.]

That's me, just point me where you need a wall scaled [She nods again, shaking the hand as her head tilts curiously] Crazy Jane? Sounds like you're going to be lots of fun, I love crazy.

[South's allowed her codename, and if she explained it Jane would understand. No one should share their real name unless they wanted to. Pseudonyms were fine for now, and Jane shakes South's hand.]

If you like crazy you'll love-slash-hate me. At least for awhile. [She flashes a smile at South and then points outward.] Do your best outside. It doesn't have to be perfect, and you can add anything you want.

I'm sure you'll be fine. Like you well enough so far! [She shrugs, glancing back out the way she's pointing]

You want anything specific, though? A general theme like, animals or skyscapes or anything?

[Jane smiles.] Just you wait. [Which could be ominous or promising, it all depends. Sooner or later someone else would take the wheel in Jane's head, and it was a crapshoot whether South would like them or not. Hammerhead might like her, Penny would be anxious, etc.; Jane has no idea how this will turn out, but then again, she never does.]

My plan was just "FUCK DUALIS" in huge letters so. No theme, you can write or draw anything you want.

[She just shrugs at that, girl arms fine so far so, plus South doesn’t feel any need to be a dick. She’s pretty much assuming it’ll stick about the same.]

Oh, snap! [she lets out a loud, overly and thoroughly amused laugh] not a fan of this place, huh?

[Jane arches an eyebrow. That didn't seem super subversive to her, but then again this woman said she guarded the mayor and Jane would've had no arguments against an assassination, so clearly their political views differed a little.]

Nah. I know anywhere you're trapped and forced to open up is bullshit. They're not even trying hard enough to let us pretend we're happy. I mean, are you?

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Not really, no. There's some alright parts, the bars have booze, restaurants have food, but other than that...

[She gives an 'eh' kind of noise and a wavy gesture with her free hand. It's not the worst place she's been, exactly, but the "how"s and "why"s of waking up here is fucking bullshit. As far as the body guard stuff, a job's a job. The lady hasn't given her the impression of trying to hurt anyone or let them get hurt, so, she's had to keep less amicable people alive before.]

...It's a fuckshow of people trying to profile and copy you? Yeah, I know.

[Jane's experiences with anything related to mandated stays or sharing set off alarm bells. In Dualis she's either extremely paranoid or a Cassandra reference.]

You don't have to curse the city out though. I get it if your job might be a factor. You can still paint what you want out there.

[Well, that has her pausing a second. But she's just...not going to address it. Not here, not now.]

Nah, if they wanna fire me over having my own thoughts or opinions, they can go fuck a cactus. [She shrugs, it's not like the job has what it promised- she hasn't gotten to fight a goddamn person or thing while on mayor-sitting duty. Off the clock, just once, but nothing as exciting as she believed while guarding someone who's supposed to be important.]

[That's a relief. She smiles, and gestures towards the paints she has -- mostly colorful spray paints and deeper pots of colors alongside buckets of white.]

That's what I like to hear. Fuck censorship. Take what you want.

I brought my own, but if I need anything extra I’ll keep it in mind [south grins again, more than happy to get started on this...project.

She doesn’t ask more questions, if Jane wants it in fancy calligraphy style or something like bubble letters, “classic” graffiti font- it’s an endless list of possibilities, she figures she’ll wing it and decide on something as she goes along]

You know where to find me if you need me [she adds before starting back outside in an unnecessary rush,, figuring the girl would probably come check up on her progress or whatever at some point before long and wanting to have something to show for it]

Fair enough. I'm going to work around here and maybe run out for awhile. I'll put the paint outside in case you need it.

[She is curious about what South will paint. When she said no limits she meant it, even THIS GALLERY FUCKING SUCKS would be fine by her.]

I do. And I might grab doughnuts. What kind do you like?

[yes, okay, the talk of food does completely stop her in place, a little half smile pulling across her lips as she glances back over her shoulder]

Dude. It’s donuts, you literally can’t pick something I won’t like. If you wanna throw free food at me, I sure as hell won’t complain.

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(would you rather continue here or want me to copy/paste this as a log starter? i'm good w either!)

(i don't have another log set up yet so here is good for now i think!)

(sounds perf <3)

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