Red Sky at Morning Options

[Fortune]

Toby takes a couple of tentative steps towards the sparkling white shoreline, waving his arm dramatically to indicate the vista.

"Cloud here has suggested a nice, relaxing stroll on the beach."

[Lady Door]

Sam shrugs and slips her stilleto's off her feet before taking the stairs to the shore.
So, are you all coming or you going to stand there all day?

[Ol' Scratch]

Ol' Scratch saunters up to the stairs and flashes his trademarked smile. "Beauty before age, love," he replies, gesturing the Human chick towards the stairs.

[Trigger]

I should have left my fragging coat inside. At least I have armor on.....

Trigger nods and follows the others to the beach, the sun glistening off the sand, the water, and the tanned, sculpted, and bioengineered bodies of the Miami populace obviously enjoy the fine day outside. Already sweating under the layers of clothing and armor ardorning his body, Trigger adds a pair of cheap sunglasses to his outfit and starts to fan himself off with his hand. I didn't think anything could make me miss the weather in Seattle, but this is just hell compared to the rainy Northwest.

[toturi]

Ah, sea breeze and sunshine... Alright, you enjoyed the weather long enough, now concentrate on the job.

As Cloud exits the lobby and enters the bright Miami sunshine, the flare compensation on his contacts dims the glare long enough for his eyes to get used to the bright daylight. He briefly debates whether to turn his commlink off, afterall, few people bring their commlinks to the beach, he decides to change it to hidden mode.

[Lady Door]

Sam nods at the satyr and walks down the steps leading onto the beach. At the seawall she stops, waiting for the rest of the group to catch up.
The group seems largely pretty chill... with a few exceptions.

[Ol' Scratch]

Switching to full lech mode, Ol' Scratch takes a good look at Sammael as she heads down the stairs. "Mmm mmm MMM!" He pulls out his own pair of Oakley MadDogs on and follows suit, his hooves clickity-clacking the entire way down.

"So, where shall we begin, gents?" he asks simply, reaching into his pocket and pulling out some of the fly guts from earlier. He keeps jumbling it about in his hand as everyone meanders about trying to act casual (nevermind that a purple guy and a goat are going to stand out wherever they go). He seems to keep trying to find something in particular as he does so, but the look on his face makes it evident he's not having a bit of luck.

[Fortune]

Toby momentarily pulls his gaze from the sparkling ocean vista, tugs his shades down his nose dramatically, and lifts one eyebrow inquiringly.

"Transportation?"

[Grinder]

"That seems to be the logical first step, indeed. Charlie growls.

[toturi]

"While transportation is necessary, we still require a location to go to. The sea is a big place. Even if one of you can find a trail on the high seas, I think we should be trying to gather additional information first before heading out. Even if we do not find anything, news that we are looking might provoke a response. A recon by fire."

[Lady Door]

I think that transportation as a first step is the way to go. After all, we're most likely looking at a boat, right? I don't think any of us have the cred to go in for a submersible... at least not one large enough to do what we need it to do. So, we get a boat... we have a place of operations... a place we can secure. Think of it as a mobile safe house. I say we look into getting the boat and then... or concurrently... work on getting a route and a location.
Sam shrugs at the last part and eyes the small beverages stand down the beach. The beers stuck in a bucket of ice are looking pretty damn good right about now.

[toturi]

Does anyone know how to pilot a boat? Anyone knows how to navigate?Cloud scans his immediate surroundings for any would be eavesdroppers. If not, we'll need to hire an experienced captain. Cloud is deliberately holding his left hand to his mouth and moving his lips as little as possible to thwart lip reading.

[Ol' Scratch]

Largely oblivious to the majority of the conversation up to this point due to wandering eyes, Cloud's questions seems to temporary snap the satyr out of his oogling for a moment. "Hmm, what? Oh sure, I can pilot and navigate, no problem. Damn, check out the gams on th... erm, yes. Getting a boat shouldn't be hard. Getting a boat that no one will miss, a bit harder. I'd say heading down to a marina and see if we can grease a few palms, maybe find a houseboat or yacht that some rich asshole isn't going to be using for a few months. Definitely the best... way... to go..." And, as quickly it was gained, Ol' Scratch's attention flops back to his other head as a rather meaty ork chick throws a frisby a few meters away.

[Fortune]

Toby follows the direction of Sam's gaze and upon noticing the small drink stand he starts wandering slowly in that direction.

"I usually leave the driving to others, but I also know a little something about navigation."

[toturi]

"OK, so who's going shopping at the marina? I don't think we should all go. Just one or 2 persons should suffice. How strict is law enforcement on the seas around here? If we steal a rich guy's yacht, how much motivated is the local coast guard to locate it?"

[Trigger]

Fishing around in one of his pockets for the last few minutes trying to find his errant cigarettes, Trigger finally pulls a slightly crumpled cig from his box of AmerInd Spirits, expensive but highly worth it 100% natural organic tobacco cigarettes. Lighting it with a spark between his fingertips, Trigger takes a long drag, exhaling and reinhaling with a french inhale, enjoying the crisp mellow taste rolling across his tongue.

Turning to Cloud, Trigger nods his head in deference to the asian man, as well as the rest of the group, "I can do some minor data mining on local laws, but I don't think I will be of much help scouting out potential vessels, I am not nearly as Miami as the rest of you," he says while looking at everyone except Scratch. The satyr stands out nearly as much as his own purple tinted skin. "Also, walking around magically concealed, even with masking, is just asking for trouble, wouldn't you agree?"

[Ol' Scratch]

Scratch's attention seems to refocus as soon as the ork babe's troll boyfriend wandered onto the scene, glaring at him with his one good eye.

"Right, well, I think it's safe to say this meeting isn't really going anywhere productive so fuck the talk and let's get some drek going on." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the remains of the drone he slaughtered earlier, tossing it to Cloud. "You seem to have a bit of knowledge in that sort of thing. See if you can figure out who made it and who it was communicating with. Mr. J may not have wanted to tell us who we're working for, but it'll come in handy if we know what we're looking for. There's a few serial numbers or something etched into some of the circuit boards, so that should hopefully help you get started.

"Professor," he continues after turning to Trigger, his internal joke tickling him to no end, "I doubt finding these local laws will be of any real use. If you're any good at that Matrix shit, how about focusing on any news reports about recent pirate and voodoo-y activities in the area over the last couple of weeks. Might give us a lead as to who to start asking around about."

The satyr turns to Sam and Charlie, his eyes dancing up and down Sammiel's form before continuing on. "Hopefully at least one of you guys have some local guys you can hit up to see if we can score some diving gear, detailed sea charts of the region, and maybe even a little rumormongering that's been going on the black market. If these guys were just hitting the shipment to sell those drones, someone's gotta have heard something about it. And if you guys don't know anyone local, maybe you can try to slip into the local scene and find someone who does?"

"You," he concludes, nodding at Toby, "Feel like coming with me to look at a few marinas to see if we can find one that might work for our plans? No sense just wasting time here wondering if we can do it when we can actually be out doing it..."

And, with that, he reaches into his jacket -- how he's not sweating his ass off is anyone's guess -- and pulls out some freshly-printed cards listing his personal commlink number and radio frequency. "Let's stay in touch and get this shit rolling."

He cocks his brow and flashes a grin out of nowhere that could make a used car salesmen wince with envy.

[Fortune]

Caught short just before he reaches the drink stand, Toby pauses as the satyr seems to shift into 'serious mode'. He finds himself nodding along unconsciously as Scratch lays out his ideas.

"Sounds like a plan."

Pausing for a moment as if considering something, Toby then continues tentatively.

"I do know someone with connections right here in Miami. But ..."

He pauses once again to look around at the others.

"But she's the one that hooked me up with this job in the first place."

[toturi]

"I'm no tech guy, but I might know someone who is. I'll see what he can tell me about this. Meanwhile, I think I'd go shopping for gear."

[Grinder]

Charlie nods when he listens to Scratch's ideas. I know some people here, but I suspect that they are connected with the field of work we're in. On the other hand, you never know whom they might now. I'll see what I can find out and if I can get some diving gear and sea maps. When will we meet again, gentleman?

[Lady Door]

Sam smiles as the satyr finishes outlining the plan. The "man" with the plan, I see...
I have a few contacts that make the international waters their home. I'll see what they have to say... Sam pulls another cigarette from the pack and lights it, inhaling quickly before she continues So, are we playing it loose then? Get the intel and then regroup or should we stick with a timetable?
Without really meaning too, Sam directs the question to the satyr, acknowledging him as the leader of their little 'party'.

[Trigger]

I am indigo, not plum, you stupid fragging goat...

Trigger offers a friendly smile to the team 'leader' after his suggestion to check in news reports and such instead of laws. "I will see what I can find. I am not the best at codeslinging, but I can make due. If any of you need backup with anything give me a ping here," he says as he pings each of their comms with his comm number. "Also, are we keeping our rooms there," Trigger asks with a nod of his head towards the hotel they just departed, "Or are we finding more private quarters until we set sail?"

[Fortune]

Toby lifts his shades and cocks an eye at the purple elf.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I intend to stay here for now. I mean, no point finding new accommodation of we aren't going to be ashore all that long. Besides, I like it here."

He grins and winks at Trigger before letting his shades drop once again.

"Speaking of which, I wouldn't mind making a small stop inside before we head off to the marina."

[toturi]

Cloud takes out his sensors and goes over the bug. He messages Twinkle, Hey, little sister, I have something I need some help with. See if you can get any information as to who this belonged to. I do not appreciate being bugged.

It is 1400. I suggest we meet up for dinner. Say 1900?

[Fortune]

"Sounds like a plan. It's might be a good idea to meet up somewhere less obvious than the 'Towers' restaurant though. I know a nice little place near the corner of Dade and Washington called 'Le Papillon' that we could use. How's everyone feel about french cuisine?"