According to her instructions, you were to gather her posters, her chemistry and calculus notes, her makeup kit, and some personal effects that have been scattered around the room. Thankfully, you managed to fit all of them into one big box. This was largely due to the fact that she was unable to fit into her old clothes, so she didn’t bother telling you to bring them. And it was a good thing, too, because you weren’t too keen on making multiple trips.
It’d be next to impossible to hold onto the box and the drone at the same time, so you would have to hand it off to another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent on your way out.
Reaffirming your grip on the box, you pushed the trash can aside with your foot and stepped out into the hallway, only to be greeted by an older man with wheat-colored hair, a big bushy mustache and an even larger pair of glasses.
The two of you had almost collided in your haste, and now you were just staring at each other, trying to take in the whole situation.
Any attempts made at an apology were ruined by the man’s incredible ability to talk over you whenever you started talking.
The man was now glancing between you, the box in your hands, and the door behind you. An indignant expression seemed to spread across his features, then.
<span class="mu-g">“Were you just in there?”</span> he asked, pointing at the door.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, yeah. I was just gathering up a few things.”</span> you said, hefting the box in your hands and pretending that it was heavy. Before adding, <span class="mu-r">“The, uh…door was stuck.”</span> when you noticed that he was gazing pointedly at the broken latch. <span class="mu-r">“It was actually like that when I got here.”</span>
The man nodded slowly. <span class="mu-g">“You’re a friend of Miss Stacy’s, then?”</span>
>”Yeah. She decided to go back and live with her Dad, and she asked me to pick up a few things.”>”Boyfriend, actually. We’re getting an apartment together, and I wanted to help her get a headstart on packing.”>”Something like that. She told me I could have all this stuff if I paid her, so I’m just here to pick it up.”>”Yeah, she’s not feeling too well. She’s got something super contagious, and she doesn't want anyone else to get it. I’m bringing this stuff to her place later.”>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 