IC: Wartorn Aftermath, Dont cross the river! Wait, nevermind... Options

[Konsaki]

Low Places Club
Wednesday 26/3/70 17:24:35

She sat on a barstool, just nursing a soy-beer while tapping her feet to the jumping club beat. Her jet black lined coat contrasted with her hair, showing off how much it looked like gold threads pulled back into a ponytail. She would have had men almost hanging off her, with the tight denim jeans and black halter, but she kept turning them away saying she didn’t feel like dancing.
This went on for a while, though she did let some of the men buy her drinks before she turned them down. She was just thinking about going onto the dance floor after having enough drinks, when she received a call on her commlink. Her eyebrow raised a bit, cause not many people knew her number, but once she looked at who was calling, a wave of excitement washed over her. Cole...

When she answered the call, her ears were assaulted with a rich deep voice that practically dripped sophistication. “Good evening, Kerrigan. It has been a long time since we last talked. I send my deepest regret for the inconvenience. I do call with good news though. I have been able to make a couple of acquaintances in that region and one of them wishes to meet with you. The business arrangement is scheduled to happen at the Longhorn Saloon at 2200, with the host being a Mrs Victoria. Please do make a good impression, for both our sakes.”



Stuffer Shack
Wednesday 26/3/70 14:10:50

Stepping back out of the Stuffer Shack into the warm afternoon, the elf took a drink of his ice cold bottled water. He knew that he was going to have to wash his suit more often if the heat kept rising like it had been. It was already peaking at 85 degrees each day and it was only going to get higher as the days went by.
He mentally started up his van in the parking lot and started to walk off the sidewalk, but stopped as a bright yellow limo pulled up in front of him. Taken aback for a second, the man stepped back once as the back door opened by itself. Once he heard a voice from within, the man’s face showed a knowing grin. “Nice limo, yes? Take a ride?” It could only belong to Ibn.
Sitting in the back seat, he saw the turban wrapped head of a familiar dwarf. Beads hanging as a partition between the driver and passenger areas started swaying as the limo started moving down the street. The dwarf’s teeth flashed gold and white in the rearview mirror as he started talking.

“My good friend, Armani, fortune smiles upon us yet again! We have work to do, and by we, I mean you. A Mrs Victoria wishes to meet with you at the Longhorn Saloon this very night. At 2200 I know you will shine like the moon over the clear desert night skies! I see grand things, grand grand things! Ah, here we are. Your business was most pleasurable. Thank you, come again!”, the dwarf finished as the limo came to a stop and the door opened.
Stepping out of the limo, Armani was greeted with the sight of his small house. The sounds of the limo driving away were soon replaced with his own van pulling itself into the driveway.



Lobo’s Pad
Wednesday 26/3/70 15:41:25

There he was, just sitting in his favorite beanbag with a shit eating grin on his face. An outward observer would see a malnourished dwarf in a faded poncho and worn blue jeans. To him though, the world was a sweet place to be right now. He had just scored a sweet deal with one of the guys he knew, a ‘free sample’ of their latest blend, and was kicking back enjoying the waves of euphoria. They were slowly subsiding, and were almost gone when he saw a message that played across his AR vision.

<Lobo, you there amigo? I got you a good way to pay me back for the blunt you probably doping out on right now. Just get yourself to the Longhorn Saloon at ten o’clock tonight and ask for Victoria. Wear some decent cloths this time too, she sounds up there if you know what I mean. - Pancho>



Wild Jack’s Auto Shop
Wednesday 26/3/70 16:32:30

A pair of legs, wearing faded camouflage pants rolled up to the knee, stick out from under the big Bulldog van. The sounds of tinkering can be heard from underneath as someone keeps turning bolts until the sound of thick liquid hitting a metal pan fills the air. The sounds cover up the approach of a tall ork in coveralls as he steps up to the van. His white hat had long since seen better days, as it was almost covered with more oil and grease than hat material.
As he stepped up to the legs sticking out, he looked them over and let out a long whistle. “Them's some nice legs you got there, Danni. Wish you would show them off more.” the man says with a southern drawl. The woman underneath the van knew it was Wild Jack, so the only reply she gave was a rude gesture.

“Not right now, honey. I actually have some business to talk. Some lady named Victoria wants to meet up with you about some job. Said something about the Longhorn Saloon and ten o’clock. This might be the big one for you, so wear your good boots.” he finished with a smile and a laugh.