That is mahogany!

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Who: OPEN
What: Some crates fell from the sky
Where: The Park, near the gazebo
When: Evening, day 42
Warnings: Injury, snakes, spiders, gore, violence, strong language, will update as needed
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The ropes tightly binding the metal crates together managed to keep the pyramid formation intact even as it impacted the ground. Each crate was about five feet by five feet and the entire pyramid stood at least two stories high. Some of them are empty, some aren't meant to be opened, but there are a few that contain something special.

If you can cut away the ropes and pry open the lids, you might find a real treasure! Or you might regret giving in to your curiosity. 

Don't forget to share, boys and girls.

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finch ♦ finding cigarettes/art supplies/spiders/etc

[rigging]

[ So Jesse is about ready to gnaw through the ropes with his teeth, here, when he comes across the crates. There are people around, of course, but Jesse's ignoring them because if there is any way he can find cigarettes in here before anybody else, he is going to. He needs them, it's been... a few days. And he knows Galen already is quitting but Jesse needs it or he's going to end up drinking, instead, and that is not an acceptable substitute!

Once he's gotten into the boxes that he's opened with his teeny army knife that he found in the house, he'll find some wonderful surprises.

Are these surprises A) cigarettes, B) art supplies, C) huge venomous soul eating spiders or D) something else? Because really, depending on what it is that's in this crate, he's going to have a different reaction. ]

u no wat

[magnets]

[ Jesse didn't trust this shit one bit. It was so simple, shit nearly quite literally falling out of the sky to potentially help them out? Hell. No. These were people with, like, fucking flesh-eating tigers in their forests and shit. Why would it be so easy and so quick like this? Too good of a hostage with too heightened instincts. ]

[ If his hand slaps down on the crate before Finch can get it open, it's a little out of paranoia, a little out of too many flashes of bad things and boxcutters and lessons gone terribly fucking wrong. ] Hang on- man. Shit just fell outta the fuckin' blue and we're gonna dive on in like it's Christmas.

hhehehehhehe

[rigging]

[ Jesse wrinkles his nose, but Pinkman's got a point. Maybe he shouldn't be so quick to open the damn thing, it's just - well, he wants to see what's inside. God dammit. Jesse peers at Pinkman for a second. ]

You wanna leave it and take the chance that it's food or cigarettes something? 'Cause I can sure as hell guarantee that if we don't get it first, someone else is gonna. [ And he really wants cigarettes. Like, more than food, it's kind of concerning. ] If it blows up, s'gonna blow up, man.

[magnets]

Watch it be a bomb now, alright?

[ Because bombs happen sometimes, Finch, they do. His hand's still on the crate, but the mention of cigarettes really is a lot more tempting than the food at this point, and maybe that's a touch of sad but he's not sure what he misses more: His Funyuns, or his nicotine. It's a tough toss up. ]

[ But he's taking blowing up a little in stride with the promise of smokes, and that's a new low that he's definitely sinking to at the time being. ]

I'm just sayin', I called it before we saw it. I ain't exactly a big fan of the whole, ya know, blowin' up thing. Or the razor blades shootin' outta crevices with ninja stars and into my neck thing. [ Which could happen. He's thought about this. A lot. But his hand's slipping off the crate a few inches. ] Ya sure about this?

[rigging]

[ Jesse raises his eyebrows at Pinkman, half in amusement, half in disbelief. Ninja stars. Well. After the fucking mechanical bears, he guesses they can expect just about anything, so Jesse shrugs. ] Yeah. M'sure. I got protection if anything super bad happens, yeah? [ Provided Anna is watching. ] And if you ain't, you can chill behind me. I'll take the damage, if there is any.

[ Not like he cares. He offers a grin, and nudges Pinkman's hand off the crate the rest of the way. ] Worst thing that can happen is I die and come back. [ Wow, that's not reassuring at all. Too late for replies, though TIME TO OPEN THE BOX. ]

[magnets]

Protection like what, like an extra t-shirt to protect your scrawny ass if somethin' blows up in there? [ Jesse sneers the line out, slapping his hand off the box with a clench of his teeth and his hands in the air, all submissive and placating. Fine. ]

[ He punches Finch's arm instead, mildly offended by the implication that he'd use the guy as some kind of meat shield. Come back? Whatever. If they're blowing up, they're blowing up together. ] Like hell. I ain't some little bitch. [ As he leans over Finch's shoulder to put his face first to the grindstone and maybe catch a glimpse of what's inside. ]

[rigging]

[ Like an angel! But that is beside the point. Jesse snorts, nudging Pinkman in return, and then proceeds to push the box open. But it's fine! Because the crate does not explode, and it does not have snakes or spiders in it, and they don't explode! There's just a lot of cans, and... what is that. Jesse squints, reluctant to put his hand in the crate just in case something bites him. ]

Ay, if you ain't a bitch, reach in there and grab whatever that is. In the like, bag, down there. [ Because this Jesse's not doing it. ]

[magnets]

[ Jesse hisses as soon as Finch pushes the box open, unlike his not a little bitch comment that he so eloquently happened to express before, but, hey, man, it doesn't explode, they don't explode, there are no explosions - and certainly no ninja stars - and that's probably a better thing at the end of the day. ]

[ What's inside is incredibly unexpected, and of all the first crates that they could have found their way into, it's the one meant for him. The fuck were they doing with his brain? ]

[ Jesse jostles Finch back for the reaching in line, but does it anyway, kind of hesitant, fingers slowly itching their way into the box. He paws apart the cans surrounding the bag like a halo - soup and some mixed vegetables, beans. He hefts up the bag with familiar fingers and tosses it between his hands, almost reverently. ]

[ Surprisingly, impossibly, and a little suspiciously, Jesse doesn't say a single damn word, just flashes the bag to Finch with his eyebrows raised. Do you know what this is? ]

[rigging]

[ Jesse makes a protesty sound when Pinkman jostles him, but it's whatever, it's not like he cares. Not until Pinkman pulls out the bag, at least, and Jesse's eyes go wide. Holy shit. Yeah. He knows what that is, he just hasn't seen it in a long time. ]

What the fuck is that doing in there? [ Jesse hisses, grabbing Pinkman's hand to yank it down. Don't just let it out in the open like that, jesus! ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Problem is, Jessebaby, that your Party Poison action figure comes with a real knife for big kids, and he's been out here about twenty minutes longer. Check it: he's seen some empty boxes, some webs (????), more cans jesusfuckingchrist--

[But victory comes to the determined, and that addict's nose should hone right in on the stink of cigarette from around a nearby crate. Bless.]

[rigging]

[ Wow RUDE, Party Poison, these cigarettes are not for you, you didn't even find them. Jesse definitely is ignoring Party as he gets the box open, and lo and behold, cigarettes! They're in this box! Joys of joys!

There are other things in the box but uh, Jesse is not paying attention, and he snatches the box the second he sees it. There are more, but! Those other things? Yeah, maybe he shrieks a little bit and falls back. Is this the best chance to jump him for his cigarettes? Probably! ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Jump him? What? No! Party is right behind Jesse to catch him when he stumbles back like a fairy fucking princess. And also to shyoink that pack in Jesse's hand, thank you, thank you. One hand around Jesse's waist from behind, the other holding his stolen goods too high in the air for Squats McGee, Party grins against Jesse's ear and greets:] Hey, there.

[rigging]

[ See, Jesse would totally be bitching about the cigarettes and the fact that this fucker is touching him, but he's too busy freaking the fuck out. Why? Because inside that crate was about a million fucking spiders, and they were living underneath the cigarette box that Jesse picked up. And they're all varying sizes, too, which means Jesse is just going to have a mild panic attack in Party's arms as he thrashes. How romantic. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Okay, spiders. Okay a lot of spiders.] Holy shfuckin--gross! [It's a giggle, because that's really fucking gross, but it's spiders! Maybe nasty spiders, fine. He's not a total asshole and he'd hear it from Kenzi if anything happened, so Party brings his other arm down to hold onto his panicked pal snugly, backing him quickly away from the swarm. Just come back, back up, it's okay.] Relax! C'mon, JJ, it's bugs, they more scared'a you than vice verse, you're okay. Jesse! J-hehe-Jesse, come on, you're fine.

[Maybe his fear is warranted, but neither of them knows that, not really--and Party's working to put real distance between them and the hoard.] Stop.

[rigging]

[ nononONONO nope wow, spiders are gross. Jesse will very much Not Appreciate Party laughing at him later, but he can feel them crawling on him and he's pretty sure he's being bitten all over and he's thisclose to screaming like a maniac. Instead, he makes panicked noises and tries to get out of his jacket so he can throw it on the ground and put as much distance between it and the spiders as possible.

Except Party's got that grip on him, so it makes it a little difficult, but... still. ]

[gloryisbullshit]

[Well, look, he's terribly obliging: Party lets him go when he starts struggling with his wardrobe, even does the little favor of shoving Jesse further away. he just likes shoving, sorry] Jesus, what's your damage? Papi, it's bugs. You step on'm. It's bugs.

[rigging]

Shut up -- [ Jesse snaps, finally, a little high pitched in his terror. There aren't any more spiders, they're just swarming all over the crate like crazy, and Jesse shudders full-bodied at the sight, looking himself over for bites. A beat, then his gaze snaps back up to Party. ] Hey, give 'em back, motherfucker, those are mine!

[ He just stuck his hand in a crate full of spiders for a pack of cigarettes, he earned that shit. ]

ert splies

[gleans]

[ And no way is Jesse going without backup, aka Galen. He's wary as hell, but if these things have food, he's taking the chance. Funny how they were just talking about this -- they're running out.

Galen looks to Jesse, looks to the box. ]

Ready?

[rigging]

[ Jesse shifts, glancing back at Galen with a little grin. And because he knows it invites trouble and he's feeling particularly like a brat today: ] Yeah, what's the worst thing that could happen?

[ And he'll push the box open. Inside, there are cans, and... holy shit, is that spray paint? Paintbrushes? hOLY SHIT ]

[gleans]

[ He's about to retort with something, but... holy shit. ] Dude! You hit the jackpot, man. Dig that out.

[rigging]

[ Yep, he's already going for it. Yay supplies! Only, when he pulls one of the cans out, there's this big, fat spider just chilling on the side of it, and maybe it hisses a little. To which Jesse promptly shrieks like a little girl and nearly falls off the pyramid.

God dammit. ]

[gleans]

Shhh--eeeit! [ Galen grabs for Jesse and leans back from the box a little, then tentatively looks back in. ] Fuck. Okay, I got this, hang on.

[ He carefully reaches for one of the paintbrushes - oh good, no spiders - and pulls it out, then uses the end to poke at the sides of the can and -- there it is. Sorry, spider, to the bottom of the box with you. He may not be screeching like Jesse, but he's grimacing the entire time. Gingerly, he pulls the can out of the box and hands it to Jesse. ] One down.

[rigging]

[ Nope, you couldn't pay Jesse to stick his hand back in that box, he's done. He's just about ready to climb back down and go home, he didn't sign up for spiders. The look on his face is probably enough for Galen to figure out where his mind is as he stares at the box. Uuughhhh. ]

[gleans]

It's okay, bee, I'll just pass them to you. This paintbrush looks like a pretty good spider impaler. [ He grins a little and taps it on the side of the box, then turns and gets to work getting some of the other supplies free. Look, he'll even start singing, because he's a dork. ] The ugly hairy spider tried to fuck with Jesse's paint --

[rigging]

[ Jesse shudders again, making a face, but then Galen starts singing and there's no way Jesse can't laugh at that. He relaxes a little too, and watches Galen get at the supplies. He keeps itching at the back of his neck and at everything, though - fuckin'... phantom spiders, he feels them even if they're not there. ]

My hero.