Finally, a mission where Dan gets to do what he wants - and what he wants is to do a goddamn rescue effort. After so many missions fetching objects or making the Jorgmund money with no opportunity to peel off from the group, he's ecstatic at the side quest possibility of hustling some civilians to safety and redirecting some of Jorgmund's ridiculous amount of wealth towards the hungry mouths and open hands. Ecstatic at the ability to do something, and saddened when he sees the horrible situation too many to bring aboard are trapped in.
He's on his own right now, split from the other hires to go do something stupid, as he does, which is a little bit of a concern because he'd prefer at least a partner for dealing with this many people. It's certainly not enough to dissuade him from making sure no one gets a limb amputated, but it means firstly, watching and observing before acting, and secondly, opening his mind to less straightforward ways.
Unlike Jennifer, he has no context for fairy tales, so he has no idea what the import of cutting off toes and heels is, but he's appropriately unsettled by the wastelanders limping and crawling away to go back to work.
The instant he split from the group, he thought ahead, and pilfered a Disney staffer's landyard. The other thing he did in preparation was pay incredibly close attention to any conversations he could overhear between Disney staff were saying to each other, continue to pay attention to it between the soldiers now. It leaves him feeling appropriately armed to come in and do that thing he does where he talks complete bullshit and sounds confident enough that people buy it.
It works about half the time. Dan likes those odds.
"Stop! Stop, oh my God," he says, coming around the corner into the chamber, holding his lanyard up as if it signals seniority as much as place of employment. "Does nobody on this attraction read the memos? We need to halt trimming people's feet because they're canceling this line and redesigning for a new size. I swear, there were at least four emails out about it."
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He's on his own right now, split from the other hires to go do something stupid, as he does, which is a little bit of a concern because he'd prefer at least a partner for dealing with this many people. It's certainly not enough to dissuade him from making sure no one gets a limb amputated, but it means firstly, watching and observing before acting, and secondly, opening his mind to less straightforward ways.
Unlike Jennifer, he has no context for fairy tales, so he has no idea what the import of cutting off toes and heels is, but he's appropriately unsettled by the wastelanders limping and crawling away to go back to work.
The instant he split from the group, he thought ahead, and pilfered a Disney staffer's landyard. The other thing he did in preparation was pay incredibly close attention to any conversations he could overhear between Disney staff were saying to each other, continue to pay attention to it between the soldiers now. It leaves him feeling appropriately armed to come in and do that thing he does where he talks complete bullshit and sounds confident enough that people buy it.
It works about half the time. Dan likes those odds.
"Stop! Stop, oh my God," he says, coming around the corner into the chamber, holding his lanyard up as if it signals seniority as much as place of employment. "Does nobody on this attraction read the memos? We need to halt trimming people's feet because they're canceling this line and redesigning for a new size. I swear, there were at least four emails out about it."