xp_logs | Whistler: Yvette, Egg - Wednesday afternoon

Yvette finds herself assigned to work with one of the Beta Flight people - Egg. He's unlike anyone else she's encountered, and gets an accordingly unusual response.

It would have almost have been pretty, the blanket of white covering everything, if it hadn't been for the shattered tree trunks and pieces of buildings and overturned cars poking up out of it. Yvette shivered a little, more of an emotional reaction than anything, and pulled her Red X jacket tighter around herself as she waited for the Beta Flight person she was going to be working with. The people in charge had looked a little dubious when she'd told them her age and that she'd be fine doing this, but given the destruction, they weren't going to argue. Just pair her up with 'someone who knew what they were doing', although there'd been some eye rolling at that.

It wasn't home, but at least it wasn't the city. He didn't need another complete detox of his senses and that would have been exactly what he would have had to have done surrounded by so many. This was minimal. This was sufferable. Eagon stood in the snow, chewing thoughtfully on a hotdog while another man tried to explain, in more complicated terms than Eagon could handle, which area he would be scouting for suvivors. Nodding, he rolled his hand in a circle, motioned to get on with it, instead of standing here and wasting time. Finally, impatiently, he ripped the map from the man's hands and gave him a salute, walking backwards with a phone gesture. "all' all ew," he said with a mouthfull, translated to 'I'll call you'. There. Problem solved. He was on his way when he was stopped again by a bristly woman. "Oh! Eagon--"

"Egg," he said, swallowing.

"Did Mark tell you -- oh I guess not. She's over there. Her name is Yvette." She pointed in the general direction of where Yvette was standing. Brushing the back of his glove over his mouth, Eagon turned to see a short, squat red girl standing in the snow, waiting.

"Eh!" he laughed, turning around to protest. "Judy--"

"Sorry Egg, she's a volunteer," Judy shrugged before she was distracted elsewhere.

Shitty luck. Right then. Collecting his big bulking figure, he made his way towards her, jacket open, red scarf, red everything right down to the hat with a bobble on top and snatched up a radio on the way. He stopped short of three feet from her and the six foot student looked down at her with a queer expression and red nose. His nostrils flared, taking in her scent. "WOO! You stink! OH KAY," he laughed flicking on the radio and pointing at her. This was great. He was with red ten year old girl. He loved his job. "You're with me, Elmo." Eagon didn't wait for a greeting. He trudged along in the snow, turning around and gesturing to her. "Coming??"

Yvette started at the sudden appearance of the... person. Stink? Her? She'd showered that morning, and one side benefit of not being able to sweat was that she didn't get body odour, or at least, not the same sort. Glowing blue eyes narrowed at Eagon's back, before she remembered Kyle and Logan, and their particular issues with smell, given their feral senses, and Monet's remark about the person who smelled things. Besides, the Beta Flight people were professionals, paid to do this work. That meant he'd at least know what he was doing, however brash his personality. "Yes," she said, although she had to scramble a bit to catch up with him. "Please, what is your name?"

"Egg." Brushing the back of his gloved hand under his nose, he sniffed, stalking through the snow towards a snow mobile. The backpacks were all prepared for each and he took a seat before looking over his shoulder. "Holy hell, I'm growing roots here, hurry up. Get on." She was taking forever. Given, his strides were practically two to her one, almost three and she probably had difficult keeping up with him.

"Egg?" It was a very strange name. Gulping a little, Yette scrambled through the snow, taking a seat behind Egg on the snowmobile. "Um, where should I be holding?" she asked uncertainly, looking for some kind of handle or handgrip.

"King Egg if you want." He gave her a queer expression over his shoulder. "Me - what else?" Reaching around, he grabbed her jacket, pulling her right up against him. The mobile roared to life and off they went. It took them ten minutes to reach the town, passing other people working to dig to houses. Egg pulled up to what looked to be a roof and thoughtfully paused to pop some gum in his mouth, unfolding the map at the sametime. "Okay. This should be --" he pulled out a compass, turned the map over and looked behind him to how far they were from the others. "--3rd or 4th. So-- What are you waiting for? Here--" A shovel was tugged off the side of the mobile and he tossed it to the ground for her, grabbing one for himself. Hefting it over his shoulder, he turned around and folded the map. He had somewhat of a grasp of where he was, at least concerning the placement of the houses and walked around, sniffing the air. He walked a few paces and stumped his toe, almost tripping him up against the hidden roof of a house. It was there that he started digging.

Yvette had squeaked and tried to jerk back when he'd grabbed her jacket, but the grip had been a little too strong. So instead she had ten minutes to concentrate on staying calm so as not to slice into Egg's back with her face or hair. It had been marginally successful - no injuries, but there was a hole worn into the back of his jacket where her cheek had been pressed. Normally she would have been apologetic, but given he hadn't given her a chance to explain, and was so rude...

Now, looking at the shovel he had pulled out, she slowly and deliberately pulled off her socks and gloves, conjuring up various negative images and memories to make herself as hard and sharp as possible. With her fingers elongated to almost as long as they'd been during the coma, she walked up to Egg and cleared her throat. "Please to be excusing me," she said with supreme dignity. And when he seemed about to retort, she crouched at the edge of the roof that was poking out, and raked her hands as hard as she could against the tiles. Snow flew in all directions, as did fragments of shredded tile, and supporting wood beneath, and when she was done, there was a hole, about a metre in diameter, in the roof.

"Are there the people inside?" she asked, standing up and looking at him with just a hint of "so there!" She was fifteen, and an emotionally young fifteen at that. "That is what we are to do, yes? Get the people out?"

He hadn't noticed the hole in his back, not yet anyways as he was so wrapped up in finding a good position to dig. But there wasn't really any good position to be hand and stepped back when she said excuse me. Well that was polite. If he cared. And then she was doing what - he almost laughed if he wasn't being assaulted by snow, shingles and wood. Egg turned so his back got most of the debri.

Poking his head from his shoulder, hesitating to see if she finished, Egg turned around fully, looking down at the hole she made. Then he howled. "WOOOOO YAH! Elmo! You're a snowblowing machine!! A red one too! Everyman's dream. Batteries included right?" She was a bit of a show off, and he liked that. He leaned a hand on the edge of the hole and took a whiff. The smell of pine furniture filled his senses, but otherwise, the house was empty.

"Nothing. Next." Standing up, he heaved his shovel over his shoulder. Why work when she was so obviously willing to do it. He left the snowmobile where it was, stalking through the snow, pausing to smell now and then. About a sixty paces from where the house was, Egg stopped, dropping to a knee and taking a whiff. "Here, right here."

Yvette's eyes glowed a little with quiet pride as she followed him to the next spot. Egg might be a very strange man, but they made rather a good team.