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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
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Post by Ferris Felwinter on Mar 30, 2024 22:17:21 GMT -5
[open to Sector members]
Ferris sat at his desk and eyed the stack of papers that had accrued there while he was gone. Most of it was files he had requested himself, for this or that case. Some were new cases that had come in and were often assigned to him for initial investigation. Being one of the few non-Gifted employees of Federal Sector of Investigating Special Occurrences, he saw a lot more deskwork than anything else. Which was fine. He'd signed up for this job, in a way, even if being in the office wasn't always his favorite. It at least allowed him to do the detective work his enjoyed, some of the time. And made it much easier to explain to his wife that he was working for a private firm, rather than a secret government organization.
Ferris sorted through the files, most of them just in initial stages, strange happens around certain people or places while they were trying to determine if there was a Gift involved somewhere. Sometimes there was, sometimes there was nothing, sometimes it wasn't the person they were looking at who had the Gift but someone they knew. Therefore, he often his cases and so did many of the other detectives. Presently he had a vast array:
The Bottomless Dumpster The one about the woman w/ the pink hair Unseen arsonist No. 3 Zachary Conners? The Disappearing Chase Chaise Lounge Aurora Apartmentalis Some were more creative than others, but these were unofficial names. Each file had details about a person, place, events, times, in more or less detail that he was left to look into. The best ones had some amount of video footage over strange events or an audio file or transcript of an interview of a witness, some before having their memory wiped it was clearly Gifted activity. He sifted through police flock camera footage, made some calls, looked up people through records and online, and worked on write ups for what might be something for them to look into. More often than note, he recommended observation follow up or to leave something alone, as events were either coincidence or it was clear the Gifted individual wasn't presently causing problems.
Other times, as with the potential arson and other crimes, be they mundane or superhuman in nature, required further investigation and action. Some of which, hopefully, he'd get to take part in.
But for now, he had finished with most of the stack, sending a few off for oversight while the others he would keep looking into. But after lunch. He headed downstairs to the cafeteria, loosening the collar on the hated dress shirt and glad he wasn't required to wear a tie. He'd much preferred flannels and jeans and boots to the pressed shirt and dress pants and black shoes but it wasn't a casual day for him.
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Learned to smile even when I was fallin' down
GROUP:Sector
AGE:27 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'5
SEXUALITY:bisexual
GIFT:omnilingual & telepathy
OCCUPATION:translator & negotiator
WRITTEN:34 posts
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Post by Bridget Lacey on Apr 6, 2024 11:10:52 GMT -5
[nospaces] It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,It's alright, it's alright, it's alright [break] [attr="class","BRID"]
[break] Over the last few weeks she had been having a hard time sleeping. Last night wasn't an exception. She’d had to put on a bit more makeup than normal, adding enough concealer to hide the dark circles under her eyes. By the time she had to head out the door, she was already feeling irritable and dog tired. She considered calling out sick for the day, but what good would that do? Then she’d just be tired and irritable at home, wasting her PTO on a day when she wasn’t doing anything enjoyable. No, PTO wasn’t the way to go. Pushing through was the better option. [break][break] As much as she wished she had a call out or something other than the mountain of backlogged paperwork to keep busy with, so far the day had other plans for her. She sat at her desk and stared at the pile of files, knowing that she needed to look over and finalize the reports, but not wanting to get started. At least if she got through her pile, the next time she was cornered by Josh he wouldn’t be able to lecture her about staying on top of her work, not letting it get so far behind. She bet that he’d been a teacher’s pet in school, probably the kid who was always asking what the homework was when the teacher hadn't assigned any yet, the guy who always went overboard, [break][break] With a heavy sigh, Bridget cracked open the first file from the top of the pile. The only way to get through it was to get started. [break][break] By lunch time, Bridget had made some progress but was beyond ready for a break from staring at documents and computer screens. [break][break] When she got to the break room Bridget went to the fridge and grabbed out her chickpea, avocado and feta salad. She looked around and didn’t see anyone she would normally eat lunch with, so she found a mostly empty table instead and walked over. “Mind if I sit?” She motioned to the empty seat across from Ferris. She didn’t know him well, but he wasn’t sitting with Josh so that was a plus for his table. She didn’t really wait for his answer before sitting down in the empty chair, figuring if he really had a problem with it he’d tell her. [break][break]
[break] [newclass=.BRID b]color: #097969;[/newclass] [newclass=.BRID img]float:left;border-radius:100px;border:2px solid #097969;padding:3px;margin-right:10px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Hurricane]
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:68 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 6, 2024 11:48:15 GMT -5
Ferris had opted for chicken fried rice from the cafeteria and rather than sit in the main space, he returned to the break room. It was quieter there, less people to stare at him and remind him he wasn't as useful as they were here, as if they needed to overcompensation for their job. Not that he blamed them too much. At least when he went home, he wasn't having to hide anything. He looked up from where he had stretched out at the table and was scrolling through his phone, straightening up to make space for the newcomer.
He'd seen the woman enough times, though he was pretty sure she worked a different department than he did. Something with a B probably? They'd talked about paperwork before. He caught a glance at her ID badge before she sat down. Bridget. Familiar, but it didn't help him with anything else. "Did Josh unchain you from your desk for good behavior?" Thankfully the man in question wasn't in the room. Ferris' tone was soft and serious, making it very clearly not a rhetorical question. But the detective had a weird way with humor.
"That looks pretty good," he noted of her salad. Not that he was a salad guy, but he was sure a toppings guy. Which could mean a lot of things. Nachos, tacos, rice bowls, omelets, sundaes, salads too... Which reminded him of his own food so he dug in.
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Learned to smile even when I was fallin' down
GROUP:Sector
AGE:27 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'5
SEXUALITY:bisexual
GIFT:omnilingual & telepathy
OCCUPATION:translator & negotiator
WRITTEN:34 posts
POINTS:
Post by Bridget Lacey on Apr 17, 2024 23:55:30 GMT -5
[nospaces] It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,It's alright, it's alright, it's alright [break] [attr="class","BRID"]
[break] Bridget smirked and choked back a laugh that would have come out a little too loud had she let it out. It seemed everyone was irritated by Josh today. For the life of her, Bridget didn’t know how Luck saw the best in the guy, but she figured there had to be some redeeming quality at least. She just had yet to experience a positive interaction with him. [break][break] “He’s so pushy about getting reports finished, right?” She gave a beaming smile and shook her head. “He’ll be thrilled when he finds out I’m only a month behind now instead of three months behind on my reports.” [break][break] She was well aware that her tendency to disregard finishing reports was an issue, but she couldn’t bring herself to care much about it. She was good at the other various aspects of her job, so the higher ups didn’t tend to bother her about it. They always got done. Eventually. If there was something pressing she could pick it out and finish it quickly, but honestly? She felt like most of their paperwork was just busy work, and she had better things to do with her time. [break][break] “It’s actually the first time I’ve made this.” Bridget scrunched her nose. “I’m usually more of a junk for lunch kinda person, but I’ve decided I should make an effort to be healthier.” She laughed. “We’ll see how long it lasts. Your lunch looks pretty good.” She stirred the contents of her container and took a bite. If she made this again, she’d add grilled chicken. That would definitely make it a bit better, not that it was bad now. It was good, but it was just missing something. [break][break] “So have you been stuck in paperwork hell today as well?” [break][break]
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:68 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 19, 2024 9:10:45 GMT -5
He was glad Bridget found it funny. The detective rarely had it in him to summon the passion required for the word 'hate.' But sometimes Josh rubbed him the wrong way. Still, Ferris wasn't usually on the man's bad side. Considering he got a lot less "additional duties" being one of the few unremarkable people in the office, he had a lot more time to finish reports. So much that he usually got reports from others to finish too. "Nothing happens without paperwork," Ferris noted with a shrug. And then he winced at hearing she was an entire month behind. But she was right, it was better. Sure, some if his investigates weren't that pressing, but she wasn't in investigations. She was in...he racked his brain for the last time they had discussed paperwork. She did language work but something else high stakes. "You're improving," he noted, instead opting for the positive. "Good behavior indeed," he added with a chuckle. He liked Bridget and would rather she not get penalized or canned just because of the government's filing system and demand for paper trails.
Ferris nodded. "Don't usually eat lunch," he said. "But it's been a long morning." He took a lunch break of course, but food and him had a checkered past. Usually, his mental illness and his meds didn't measure with him but he had found skipping lunch helped him actually feel hungry during the other two mealtimes of the day. "It's alright," he agreed. He could probably make better chicken fried rice at home. Maybe the kids would love that.
"Just worked my way out into purgatory this morning," he said vaguely with a nod. He had plenty to do, but it was more with research than filing. "Should get some camera logs to sift through and other database access to research soon. Work on anything big recently?" He asked. He knew she was Gifted (not just because it was indicated on her badge, Sector tracked their own, after all), but whether that was something she used in the field or not he couldn't recall.
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Learned to smile even when I was fallin' down
GROUP:Sector
AGE:27 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'5
SEXUALITY:bisexual
GIFT:omnilingual & telepathy
OCCUPATION:translator & negotiator
WRITTEN:34 posts
POINTS:
Post by Bridget Lacey on Apr 23, 2024 17:47:21 GMT -5
[nospaces] It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,It's alright, it's alright, it's alright [break] [attr="class","BRID"]
[break] As right as he was about paperwork, especially within the government agencies, it was still Bridget’s least favorite part of her job, so she just scrunched her face and shrugged. “Unfortunately, you’re right about that.” She agreed. “Yeah, I guess that’s an improvement.” [break][break] Ferris commented that he didn’t normally eat lunch, and Bridget couldn’t imagine. She always had to at least carry a snack in her work bag, because if she was out all day she would get too hangry if she didn’t stop and eat at least something. She didn’t know if it was a blood sugar dip or what caused it, but she wasn’t one of those people who could skip lunch and be okay. Probably because she didn’t tend to eat a substantial breakfast, usually sticking to a yogurt or sometimes a string cheese as she was rushing out the door in the morning. [break][break] He asked if she’d had anything big recently, and Bridget thought back to the teenager and his mother that she’d responded to. That wasn’t technically a Sector incident, so it didn’t really count anyway. “I’ve had a lot of translation callouts lately, and those are fun, sometimes. Always interesting, at the very least.” She smiled. “Better than being stuck at the desk, anyway.” [break][break] She was still trying to shake off the emotions that had been brought up with the mother and son, the way it made her remember Jordan and how their relationship came to an abrupt end. How Jordan thought she was born wrong, that she was an abomination. She hated the fact that people feared the things that they didn’t understand, that the knee jerk reaction was to believe it was evil or bad in some way. [break][break] She wasn’t evil. She wasn’t bad or born wrong. She was just a woman, trying to live her life and trying to do some good in the world. [break][break]
[break] [newclass=.BRID b]color: #097969;[/newclass] [newclass=.BRID img]float:left;border-radius:100px;border:2px solid #097969;padding:3px;margin-right:10px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Hurricane]
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:68 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 25, 2024 20:57:08 GMT -5
The way she looked at him about the food thing made it clear she wasn't a 'go hungry' type. He wasn't either, if he had a choice. But some things weren't really a voluntary choice. He only shrugged at her expression and continued to eat. Maybe the fried rice was better than just 'alright.' Though it could use a little more sauce and less salt, he wasn't so invested as to want to get up mid conversation. Plus, he didn't want to risk vacating one of the few breakroom chairs only to have someone take over.
Ferris leaned back as Bridget thought his question over, watching the way she grew a bit distant, that look in her eyes, how she sat in the chair, that her food seemed almost forgotten. He hummed as she settled for something non-specific. So maybe it wasn't anything 'big' or she just wasn't interested in sharing details one way or another. He knew that feeling sometimes around here. Talking about some of the things they saw could be...difficult. Which was why there was an in-house therapist. And why he avoided her. "Sounds a lot better than the usual at least."
"Well, you ever need a partner on anything, let me know," he said firmly. "Though not much for translation," he noted, once again sounding serious but maybe trying to be funny. It was always hard to tell if he was joking. He could speak French but knew very little else so he doubted he would be much help. "What languages do you speak?" They'd been through all the small talk often, but he'd never really asked Bridget what she did and there was a whole lunch to fill in.
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Learned to smile even when I was fallin' down
GROUP:Sector
AGE:27 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'5
SEXUALITY:bisexual
GIFT:omnilingual & telepathy
OCCUPATION:translator & negotiator
WRITTEN:34 posts
POINTS:
Post by Bridget Lacey on Apr 29, 2024 17:24:08 GMT -5
[nospaces] It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,It's alright, it's alright, it's alright [break] [attr="class","BRID"]
[break] “Definitely better than the usual paperwork and boring meetings.” Bridget gave a smile, only half forced. She’d take a pointless meeting today if there was one, it would be a good break from the monotony of finishing up reports. She’d even take one of those meetings that could have clearly (and should have) just been an email instead. Anything for a distraction. [break][break] At least she wouldn’t be stuck at her desk and she’d be around other people. Some of which weren’t annoying, though she couldn’t say that about all of them. [break][break] He offered up assistance, should the need ever arise. From what Bridget could remember, he did something with investigations, but she couldn’t remember if it was specific or just a general investigations sort of position. “I’ll let you know, for sure. You’re in investigations, right? There might be a couple cases I could use some assistance on, actually.’ She asked to confirm, just in case she was misremembering their previous conversations. [break][break] Bridget smirked at his comment on translation, then his follow up question about what languages she actually spoke. It was a common question she got, and one she had a couple standard answers to. But he knew she was Gifted, so there wasn’t much need to give a short list. “Most of the common ones I’ve got pretty much on demand at this point. Spanish, French, Portuguese, Italian and Russian. I’m pretty good with Mandarin and Cantonese too, but as long as I’m talking with someone who is fluent for a minute or two I can pick up just about anything quickly.” She shrugged. [break][break] “Maybe if it’s something I’ve never been exposed to before, or only a few times, it could take a little bit more than a couple minutes, but not much longer.” She sighed and shook her head. “If only reading and writing languages was as easy. If we’re talking about what I can fluently read, that’s limited to Spanish, Russian, and French. Some of the other languages I can sort of read, but it takes a lot of double checking myself.” [break][break]
[break] [newclass=.BRID b]color: #097969;[/newclass] [newclass=.BRID img]float:left;border-radius:100px;border:2px solid #097969;padding:3px;margin-right:10px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Hurricane]
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:68 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Apr 29, 2024 18:09:23 GMT -5
Even Bridget's casual, unofficial, and likely to never come up 'I'll let you know,' was more hopefully than anything he got from upstairs. She at least made him feel heard and that went a long way. He gave her a more honest, if just as brief, smile.
"Detective. General investigation grunt work. I've requested more specialization or to head larger cases, but the brass usually denies it. Something about 'non-Gifted liability'." As if all Gifted were better both socially and in a firefight. He found the implication frustrating. Bridgett was a translator and she got more active work than he did. Of course, that was likely the other side of her job. Her Gift had no affect on her ability to defend herself and the detective felt like everyone should find that implication by their bosses offensive. Ferris knew he could handle himself if it came down to it, but the point was for things not to come to violence or the need of someone like Bridget. "I'll even do the paperwork," he added. Of course, any agent that handle a case needed to file something with it, but he didn't mind taking the lead.
She began listing languages and once she hit the fourth one, he realized that had to be her Gift. He knew it was something social. Especially as she suggested she only needed a few minutes where it took most normal people at least a few years. He continued to eat while she continued to explain, and he did his best to commit her ever growing skill set to memory. Her mentioning reading being involved answered his initial technical question, of if her Gift was simply translating in her head or if it was a true 'learning' of a language. Sure, it might be doing the heavy lifting of memory, but provided she saw enough writing or heard enough words, she really only had to fill in her vocabulary and she was fluent. "Incredible," he said softly. "Pensez-vous en anglais, ou la langue que vous utilisez prend-elle le dessus?" he asked, shifting to the only other language he knew mostly as part of the thought experiment he posed.
"Anyway, seems like your Gift comes in handy around here." He knew Los Eurasia got a lot of outsiders, so it stood to reason why she was so busy.
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Learned to smile even when I was fallin' down
GROUP:Sector
AGE:27 yrs old
PRONOUNS:she/her
HEIGHT:5'5
SEXUALITY:bisexual
GIFT:omnilingual & telepathy
OCCUPATION:translator & negotiator
WRITTEN:34 posts
POINTS:
Post by Bridget Lacey on Apr 30, 2024 15:59:21 GMT -5
[nospaces] It's alright, it's alright, it's alright Yeah, sometimes ya gotta lose 'til ya win,It's alright, it's alright, it's alright [break] [attr="class","BRID"]
[break] He confirmed that he was a detective, working in investigations. It made Bridget a bit wary to talk with someone who was not Gifted and in charge of investigating Gifted. She’d chatted with Ferris a few times before though, and she didn’t get a bad feeling from him at all. Not that she was the best judge of that, given her history, but she tried to keep from overthinking any of that. Ferris was a coworker, and he’d been nice enough to her. [break][break] “Oh, I definitely know how they can be with that.” For Ferris it probably felt like he was being held back from the excitement. For Bridget and at least some of the others, it felt more like they were disposable to the agency, like they didn’t have as much value as non-gifted employees. She wasn’t about to whine about that though. Regardless of the reason, she was glad for the cases she got even if it was because they didn’t value her as much. [break][break] When he said he’d even do the paperwork, Bridget laughed. “I might hold you to that.” She stirred her chickpea salad and took a bite, thinking about the cases she had that she needed someone to follow up on. She did have a couple that were going to need to go to a detective, cases that ended well and needed to be followed up with. Like the guy who was trying to use his persuasion to start a cult. When it was time to go check up on him, she could absolutely ask Ferris along and fill him in about what happened when she’d gone out there. [break][break] He gave her the perfect chance to show off a bit. “Je pense généralement en anglais, sauf si j'utilise la télépathie avec un locuteur non anglais.” She wasn’t sure that he knew about that gift of hers, far less people knew about that one and her being omnilingual. “Quand as-tu appris le français ? Était-ce votre langue maternelle ou votre deuxième langue ? Parlez-vous d'autres langues?” [break][break] She was probably asking too many questions, but Bridget was fascinated with bilingual and multilingual non-gifted people. She always wondered how it worked for them, if it was hard to switch between languages or if it just happened as easily as for her when they were already fluent. “I love being able to communicate with just about anyone. It doesn’t work for things like sign language though. Just spoken languages.” [break][break]
[break] Ferris Felwinter [break] Let me know for any changes. [break] (Also, I only speak English fluently so Google translate was used for the French. I’ll put the translations below.) [break] --“I usually think in English, unless I'm using telepathy with a non-English speaker.”[break] --“When did you learn French? Was it your first language or your second? Do you speak any other languages?” [newclass=.BRID b]color: #097969;[/newclass] [newclass=.BRID img]float:left;border-radius:100px;border:2px solid #097969;padding:3px;margin-right:10px;margin-bottom:10px;[/newclass] [googlefont=Hurricane]
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It's okay not to be okay. It's just fine to be out of your mind.
GROUP:Sector
AGE:35 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:6' 1"
SEXUALITY:Closet Bisexual
OCCUPATION:Detective of Gifted Affairs
WRITTEN:68 posts
POINTS:
Post by Ferris Felwinter on May 1, 2024 23:21:01 GMT -5
Ferris considered this work the same as when he had done private detective work. Of course, he'd worked for himself in conjunction with the police and been a lot more directly involved. There wasn't someone else to pass a case up to if things got dangerous or weird. Sure, they got dangerous or weird more often now but he didn't see why that meant he couldn't be directly involved. Besides the fact that yes, some Gifted had been mistreated by those without and might not be so comfortable around him. But Ferris felt that treating everyone the same made sense. They were still people. Just people who had specialized skills.
He could tell something in her tone didn't identify his joke, but most people didn't get his humor. “I know I'm not that special but I know how to handle myself.” He wasn't going to start a fight or take out half a city block. Most of what he looked at was observation, after all. Criminal cases were fewer and far between. Usually. But that would be more up his alley.
He raised an eyebrow. Telepathy. He knew many Gifted had a suite of skills and not just one. He supposed it made sense that Bridget could read minds too. It fit with her language understanding in a way. If a lot more…active, than the other ability. “Ça a du sens.” He wasn't sure what to say about the telepathy but in all his conversations with Bridget, she had never given him a reason to be uncomfortable.
Bridget's barrage of questions earned a smile. “Quand j'étais petit. Je suppose que l'anglais est ma langue maternelle. Mais j'ai grandi en parlant français avec ma mère.” He shook his head. “Just two. Would like to pick up something else but…not much time for it.” He shrugged and then offered her a compliment. “Tu parles bien le français.” All she lacked was an accent. Though certain words she said she clearly had heard them said natively and mimicked that.
She brought up sign language by happenstance and it was amusing because that was what he really wanted to pick up as a third language, as it were.
“Interesting. Your Gift works from sound then? You think that's a limitation or something you can develop?” Ferris didn't understand Gifts that well, but if they were skills, passive or active, then it made sense they could be developed further. “Or maybe something your mind reading can help you learn to do?” Since people didn't always think in words. Some were more visual, after all.
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