Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:31:04
Krait - Prepairing to meet Ms. Johnson
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The greenbearded elf gave the new arrival a look like guys on the prowl do, extending his shoulders and sitting more broadlegged, as he leaned back and took a long drag from his beer. His eyes where trained unwaveringly on her´s with a confident look, while he repeated a mantra in his mind, to keep him self from checking his agent more often then every few seconds. ... She has no Hacker! I´m her technical support. She has no Hacker! I´m her technical support. She has no Hacker! I´m her technical support... It made him only feel slightly less uneasy about his network, because that she didn´t bring one, didn´t mean there where NO hackers around.
His piercing gaze served a three-fold purpose. 1st for any observers, to keep up his show of a man out for a date, no matter if the one he´d waited for turned up or not - and this one looked much more anticing then the waitress he had just flirted with in any case. 2nd, to make her look away - he didn´t want it to look like she had come here to meet him. If she managed to pass by -all the better- he´d aproache her later, making it look like they just met coincidentaly and didn´t know each other.
Finally it would it would give him a good look at her and allow him to judge her by her reaction. Would she look away to play along - would she not get it, or not care and keep aproaching him directly - would she try to hold the gaze but fail? From the notion that she couldn´t affort to pay much, he assumed that Ms. Johnson was new to the Shadows, or at least to the side that he had been used to in his previous life.
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Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:31:04
Carla - Miss Johnson
Hermes Ikon - Passive
Carla stopped momentarily in her tracks when the elf looked directly at her. Reflexively, she looked away, as if she had been caught staring at him (well, she HAD been caught staring at him.)
Why was he looking at her? Did he recognize her? Had Mr. Chu given him a photo of her? Or perhaps he just didn't like people staring at him?
It occurred to Carla that she had no idea how to initiate this meeting. She thought back to all those espionage and detective stories, where the characters would offer a cigarette light or some other secret signal. But Carla hadn't arranged for any such signals. Her only option really was to mention something directly related to the case; if he wasn't the right guy, he'd be clueless and she'd simply walk away. And if he was the right guy...
Well, she couldn’t turn back now; he had already seen her. However, when she set her sights back on the elf, he seemed to be gesturing to an empty booth with his eyes. What was going on here? Did he know something that she didn’t? Whatever the case, he seemed to be in control of the situation, which Carla did exactly like, but at least someone had an idea of how this was supposed to go down.
Willing the oblige, she turned her head away once more and veered over to the indicated booth, trying to look as though she had been heading that way all along. She folded her coat across her lap as she sat down and drew out her commlink, pretending to be busy reading the menu.
Monday 08/04/70 21:31:04
Carla - Miss Johnson
Hermes Ikon - Passive
Carla stopped momentarily in her tracks when the elf looked directly at her. Reflexively, she looked away, as if she had been caught staring at him (well, she HAD been caught staring at him.)
Why was he looking at her? Did he recognize her? Had Mr. Chu given him a photo of her? Or perhaps he just didn't like people staring at him?
It occurred to Carla that she had no idea how to initiate this meeting. She thought back to all those espionage and detective stories, where the characters would offer a cigarette light or some other secret signal. But Carla hadn't arranged for any such signals. Her only option really was to mention something directly related to the case; if he wasn't the right guy, he'd be clueless and she'd simply walk away. And if he was the right guy...
Well, she couldn’t turn back now; he had already seen her. However, when she set her sights back on the elf, he seemed to be gesturing to an empty booth with his eyes. What was going on here? Did he know something that she didn’t? Whatever the case, he seemed to be in control of the situation, which Carla did exactly like, but at least someone had an idea of how this was supposed to go down.
Willing the oblige, she turned her head away once more and veered over to the indicated booth, trying to look as though she had been heading that way all along. She folded her coat across her lap as she sat down and drew out her commlink, pretending to be busy reading the menu.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:00
After a few moments, a waitress showed up at Carla's table - which struck the young woman as odd since she had guessed orders in a place like this were mostly made in AR. Maybe she had taken too long and they were worried she wasn't planning on buying anything...
But instead of asking her what she wanted, the middle-aged woman shrugged at her apologetically, and said in a low voice, "Sorry to bother ya, but the creep over there wants to buy you something - anything you want. What the hell, ya know, it's free eats. Me, I'd string him along, but if ya want me to get rid of him, I'll make sure he leaves you alone."
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:00
After a few moments, a waitress showed up at Carla's table - which struck the young woman as odd since she had guessed orders in a place like this were mostly made in AR. Maybe she had taken too long and they were worried she wasn't planning on buying anything...
But instead of asking her what she wanted, the middle-aged woman shrugged at her apologetically, and said in a low voice, "Sorry to bother ya, but the creep over there wants to buy you something - anything you want. What the hell, ya know, it's free eats. Me, I'd string him along, but if ya want me to get rid of him, I'll make sure he leaves you alone."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:20
Carla
Hermes Ikon - Passive
Carla hadn't been very impressed by the menu, and she wasn't planning on eating anyway.
"That's very generous of him," she replied, refraining from looking in his direction, "but unfortunately I can't quite decide what to order yet. Could I start with just some ice water, please?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:20
Carla
Hermes Ikon - Passive
Carla hadn't been very impressed by the menu, and she wasn't planning on eating anyway.
"That's very generous of him," she replied, refraining from looking in his direction, "but unfortunately I can't quite decide what to order yet. Could I start with just some ice water, please?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:30
The waitress winked - "You can have anything ya want, toots. I'm puttin' it on his tab."
Monday 08/04/70 21:33:30
The waitress winked - "You can have anything ya want, toots. I'm puttin' it on his tab."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:34:10
Krait - Prepairing to meet Ms. Johnson
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Green-beard just set ther and waited. For a look, a smile, any sign -or at least an excuse- that he could aproach. The excuse was promptly granted, when the rediculously low amount of 0.5
for a glass of ice water was deducted.
He took a last long draft from his beer and with a faked insecure smile aproached the lady he asumed to be his employer to be.
As he reached the booth, he delivered his well rehersed, cheap punchline.
Krait: "Hey, you look like an M.J.! I´m a friend of Charly´s, may I?"
Without stoping in his aproach for even one second, to wait for a reply, he slided into the boot.
Krait: "I had a blind-date with some Marry-Jane, but apearently, she didn´t turn HupH. GHotH Hanything Helse tHo do tonight?"
Virtually unstoppable, the machingun-mouth went on talking without pause, even as he cought his breath. His eyes -one of which looked pink as if infected- scanned her carefully, only momentarily flickering to one side or the other to get a look at the surrounding.
Krait: "Oh, I know, I may not entirely seem like what you are looking for," (Quiet the oposit propably) "but everything looks better in the right light. Do you mind?"
With that the elf with the black tie and the pink eye lighted the cigarrette he had just fished out of his pocket, and in deed in the flames orange-blue shine, the tie shimmered pinkish-red and his irises, theat had apeared to be dark brown, turned out to be solid black.
He leaned backwards, placing his extended arm on the backrest, to put as much space between the lit cigarrette and her, as possible and carefully blew the smoke down to the side, as to not anoy her.
Monday 08/04/70 21:34:10
Krait - Prepairing to meet Ms. Johnson
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Green-beard just set ther and waited. For a look, a smile, any sign -or at least an excuse- that he could aproach. The excuse was promptly granted, when the rediculously low amount of 0.5
for a glass of ice water was deducted.He took a last long draft from his beer and with a faked insecure smile aproached the lady he asumed to be his employer to be.
As he reached the booth, he delivered his well rehersed, cheap punchline.
Krait: "Hey, you look like an M.J.! I´m a friend of Charly´s, may I?"
Without stoping in his aproach for even one second, to wait for a reply, he slided into the boot.
Krait: "I had a blind-date with some Marry-Jane, but apearently, she didn´t turn HupH. GHotH Hanything Helse tHo do tonight?"
Virtually unstoppable, the machingun-mouth went on talking without pause, even as he cought his breath. His eyes -one of which looked pink as if infected- scanned her carefully, only momentarily flickering to one side or the other to get a look at the surrounding.
Krait: "Oh, I know, I may not entirely seem like what you are looking for," (Quiet the oposit propably) "but everything looks better in the right light. Do you mind?"
With that the elf with the black tie and the pink eye lighted the cigarrette he had just fished out of his pocket, and in deed in the flames orange-blue shine, the tie shimmered pinkish-red and his irises, theat had apeared to be dark brown, turned out to be solid black.
He leaned backwards, placing his extended arm on the backrest, to put as much space between the lit cigarrette and her, as possible and carefully blew the smoke down to the side, as to not anoy her.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:34:10
Carla
Ikon - Passive
Carla regarded the elf with a perplexed look. I paid 300 extra for Chu's personal discretion, waited weeks for a call, and this was the best he could do?
But just as she was putting on an act, or had intended to, perhaps the elf was putting on a show as well. She decided to play along with his game. Leaning forward, she placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands.
"Who set you up for this blind date?" she inquired.
Monday 08/04/70 21:34:10
Carla
Ikon - Passive
Carla regarded the elf with a perplexed look. I paid 300 extra for Chu's personal discretion, waited weeks for a call, and this was the best he could do?
But just as she was putting on an act, or had intended to, perhaps the elf was putting on a show as well. She decided to play along with his game. Leaning forward, she placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands.
"Who set you up for this blind date?" she inquired.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:20
Krait - Prepairing to meet Ms. Johnson
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The elf showed a broad smirk as the conversation started to become two-ways, looking around as if to say 'Look I´ve got her on the hook' to everyone who payed attention. While he did so, he sayed.
Krait: "Oh, met her in that chat, 'Jungle Room' on 'ApeScape' -you probably don´t know- anyway, she probably didn´t come because she didn´t like this place..."
When he turned his gaze back to the human woman in his booth, his facial expression went sober just for an instant as he replyed to her question.
Krait: "A friend recomanded this place to me, said it was good to meet interesting people. My friend Charly, asian businessman, serious, hard working, trustworthy, ..."
The smirk came back.
Krait: "charming, funny, good looking guy."
He looked around once more and puffed at his cigarette. Don´t look around that much!
Krait: "Well it looks like Marry won´t turn up anymore. But I sware you look just like an MJ. So, why are you here ... alone?"
He took a long deep drag from his cigarette.
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:20
Krait - Prepairing to meet Ms. Johnson
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The elf showed a broad smirk as the conversation started to become two-ways, looking around as if to say 'Look I´ve got her on the hook' to everyone who payed attention. While he did so, he sayed.
Krait: "Oh, met her in that chat, 'Jungle Room' on 'ApeScape' -you probably don´t know- anyway, she probably didn´t come because she didn´t like this place..."
When he turned his gaze back to the human woman in his booth, his facial expression went sober just for an instant as he replyed to her question.
Krait: "A friend recomanded this place to me, said it was good to meet interesting people. My friend Charly, asian businessman, serious, hard working, trustworthy, ..."
The smirk came back.
Krait: "charming, funny, good looking guy."
He looked around once more and puffed at his cigarette. Don´t look around that much!
Krait: "Well it looks like Marry won´t turn up anymore. But I sware you look just like an MJ. So, why are you here ... alone?"
He took a long deep drag from his cigarette.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:30
Carla
Ikon - Passive
Carla let a small smile escape her lips as she realized the elf had to be who she was looking for.
"Actually, I've been waiting for a very good friend of mine to show up." The waitress arrived with a glass of water. Carla thanked the woman and took a sip from the glass. "I'm beginning to worry, though; I might need some help finding her."
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:30
Carla
Ikon - Passive
Carla let a small smile escape her lips as she realized the elf had to be who she was looking for.
"Actually, I've been waiting for a very good friend of mine to show up." The waitress arrived with a glass of water. Carla thanked the woman and took a sip from the glass. "I'm beginning to worry, though; I might need some help finding her."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:40
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Damn idiot, you said too much! what if somebody ... He thought, and the confirmation, that this ... girl aperantly was his new Johnson, did little to ease his paranoia. He should have invested in a white-noise generator!
Krait: "Everyone needs a heping hand at times, don´t we? What kind of elf would I be to not help a lady in distress? So if I can be of any help, let me lend you a hand. However, as my friend Charly´s prown to say: 'Two hands are better then one!' So do you have anyone else to help out?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:40
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Damn idiot, you said too much! what if somebody ... He thought, and the confirmation, that this ... girl aperantly was his new Johnson, did little to ease his paranoia. He should have invested in a white-noise generator!
Krait: "Everyone needs a heping hand at times, don´t we? What kind of elf would I be to not help a lady in distress? So if I can be of any help, let me lend you a hand. However, as my friend Charly´s prown to say: 'Two hands are better then one!' So do you have anyone else to help out?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:50
Carla
Passive
"Possibly, but let's move one at a time for now. Tell me - this Mary Jane of yours - what kinds of things do you think she was told by your friend Charly? What kind of man should Mary Jane have expected to meet on her date?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:35:50
Carla
Passive
"Possibly, but let's move one at a time for now. Tell me - this Mary Jane of yours - what kinds of things do you think she was told by your friend Charly? What kind of man should Mary Jane have expected to meet on her date?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:33
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Krait: "So you want to know more about me? Fair enought I guess."
He fleshed another overconfident elf´s smile to anyone who happened to look in his direction, as he turned his head to the side, to exhale another cloud of smoke.
Krait: "I´m good with machines -electronics to be precise- but strictly legal stuff! I know my way around people..." he said and added in a whisper, "I could have twisted that waitress around my finger instead of anoying her, if I wanted to." Leaning more closely over the table, as he killed his cigarrette-stub between his fingers, he went on in a low voice. "I can tell you that the guy in the corner-booth is dealing longhaul for 20 a shot, but you´d get twice that quality for half that price over in Tukwila, a 20 minutes walk from here. I can tell you that fat pig over there is called Georgy Prowdfoot and cheats his wife with the whore waring that ugly red mop on her head instead of a hair-cut, every time he comes over here from Olympia and that she charges him double the normal price." He leaned backwards again, barely increasing the volume of his voice, so she had to listen hard to understand him. "I can tell you that you walked over here for at least 15 minutes, but no longer then 60." He started to twist his lighter around on the table, while he spoke, barely understandable, now. "I can tell that you are not used to ware make-up regularly - or a gun under your skirt." He suddenly claped his lighter on the table and left it lieing there. "I can tell you that you have no audio-enhancements to speake of - probably none in your eyes, either, though I guess you are no stranger to implants."
He gave her a comforting smile and raised his voice to a comfortable volume again.
Krait: "Either that or you earned my respect for putting up a really good show. I´m an expert of sorts on lost people as well, and I can tell you, make haste. Most people that vanish in this sprawl don´t turn up again - at least not whole and alife!"
He picked up his ligter again and sliped it back into his pocket, after lighting another cigarret. Don´t smoke that much!
Krait: "So, am I holding your interest, or are you wasting my time?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:33
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Krait: "So you want to know more about me? Fair enought I guess."
He fleshed another overconfident elf´s smile to anyone who happened to look in his direction, as he turned his head to the side, to exhale another cloud of smoke.
Krait: "I´m good with machines -electronics to be precise- but strictly legal stuff! I know my way around people..." he said and added in a whisper, "I could have twisted that waitress around my finger instead of anoying her, if I wanted to." Leaning more closely over the table, as he killed his cigarrette-stub between his fingers, he went on in a low voice. "I can tell you that the guy in the corner-booth is dealing longhaul for 20
a shot, but you´d get twice that quality for half that price over in Tukwila, a 20 minutes walk from here. I can tell you that fat pig over there is called Georgy Prowdfoot and cheats his wife with the whore waring that ugly red mop on her head instead of a hair-cut, every time he comes over here from Olympia and that she charges him double the normal price." He leaned backwards again, barely increasing the volume of his voice, so she had to listen hard to understand him. "I can tell you that you walked over here for at least 15 minutes, but no longer then 60." He started to twist his lighter around on the table, while he spoke, barely understandable, now. "I can tell that you are not used to ware make-up regularly - or a gun under your skirt." He suddenly claped his lighter on the table and left it lieing there. "I can tell you that you have no audio-enhancements to speake of - probably none in your eyes, either, though I guess you are no stranger to implants."He gave her a comforting smile and raised his voice to a comfortable volume again.
Krait: "Either that or you earned my respect for putting up a really good show. I´m an expert of sorts on lost people as well, and I can tell you, make haste. Most people that vanish in this sprawl don´t turn up again - at least not whole and alife!"
He picked up his ligter again and sliped it back into his pocket, after lighting another cigarret. Don´t smoke that much!
Krait: "So, am I holding your interest, or are you wasting my time?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:40
Carla
Passive
Carla listened quite attentively; the elf's insight was certainly impressive. She furrowed her brow slightly at the mention of cyberware, though; did he know specifically that her arm was synthetic, or did he just have a hunch?
"No, no, I'm quite interested. But what makes you think I know anything about implants?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:40
Carla
Passive
Carla listened quite attentively; the elf's insight was certainly impressive. She furrowed her brow slightly at the mention of cyberware, though; did he know specifically that her arm was synthetic, or did he just have a hunch?
"No, no, I'm quite interested. But what makes you think I know anything about implants?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:48
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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He could hit himself for having said that! All he had was a vague gut feeling, he didn´t even know why. Was it the way she moved or acted, the way she looked at other patrons with obvious modifications, like datajacks? He just couldn´t nail it down and as of yet he was unsure, whether her reaction was because she fealt cought in the act or bacause she was surprised about him saying something that fare off the trail.
Krait: "The way you looked at that ork."
He simply said, his eyes flashing to another patron with datajack and obvious cybereyes for an eyeblink.
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:48
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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He could hit himself for having said that! All he had was a vague gut feeling, he didn´t even know why. Was it the way she moved or acted, the way she looked at other patrons with obvious modifications, like datajacks? He just couldn´t nail it down and as of yet he was unsure, whether her reaction was because she fealt cought in the act or bacause she was surprised about him saying something that fare off the trail.
Krait: "The way you looked at that ork."
He simply said, his eyes flashing to another patron with datajack and obvious cybereyes for an eyeblink.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:50
Carla
Passive
"I see," said Carla, slightly relieved, though she wasn't quite sure whether he was feigning ignorance. If this guy was really so good at what he did, then why was he interested in working for her? Didn't' Chu tell him that she didn't have much money?
"With such a set of skills, I would think you could have any lady you want. So what are you doing on a blind-date in a seedy diner? Did you hear something about Mary Jane that particularly interested you?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:36:50
Carla
Passive
"I see," said Carla, slightly relieved, though she wasn't quite sure whether he was feigning ignorance. If this guy was really so good at what he did, then why was he interested in working for her? Didn't' Chu tell him that she didn't have much money?
"With such a set of skills, I would think you could have any lady you want. So what are you doing on a blind-date in a seedy diner? Did you hear something about Mary Jane that particularly interested you?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:01
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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He drained his beer as she spoke and while he answered, he casually whiped the rim with a tisue, as if just playing with the glass in thought, but something about it looked too meticulous for the medically skilled woman.
Krait: "Oh, well. Apearently, she knows a lot of people - or at least some interesting ones. I like to meet new people, different people from different walks of life. That´s what make life interesting, isn´t it? It´s not all about sex and money, you see."
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:01
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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He drained his beer as she spoke and while he answered, he casually whiped the rim with a tisue, as if just playing with the glass in thought, but something about it looked too meticulous for the medically skilled woman.
Krait: "Oh, well. Apearently, she knows a lot of people - or at least some interesting ones. I like to meet new people, different people from different walks of life. That´s what make life interesting, isn´t it? It´s not all about sex and money, you see."
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:05
Carla
Passive
"Indeed."
Again, Carla wasn't quite sure whether this "more to life than sex and money" sentiment was part of an act or not. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to carry on an effective working relationship with this guy if she was always second-guessing everything he said. Enough of the ruses; she needed to be frank. Leaning forward, she lowered her voice and asked,
"Are you not comfortable discussing business here?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:05
Carla
Passive
"Indeed."
Again, Carla wasn't quite sure whether this "more to life than sex and money" sentiment was part of an act or not. She realized that she wasn't going to be able to carry on an effective working relationship with this guy if she was always second-guessing everything he said. Enough of the ruses; she needed to be frank. Leaning forward, she lowered her voice and asked,
"Are you not comfortable discussing business here?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:11
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Taking a last short drag, he fliched the amber of his cigarrette-stub into his nigh-empty glass and let the filter vanish under the table, where the first one had goon as well. As she leaned forward, he did so as well and for a moment it apeared, as if he was moving in for a kiss, but when she started to talk, he stoped his aproach, his face no two hands brought away from her´s now. He also placed his left hand flat on the table, close to her´s, but not touching, perfecting the apearence that they where talking anything but business. His low voice also took the tone of someone discussing intimate subjects.
Krait: "Do you use skinlink?"
When he got no positive reply, he went on.
Krait: "It is better to meet new business-partners in a public place like this, then risk the chance to be cought in the rain. So you want to formally hire help for the search after your friend. What exactly are you looking for, what time-frame and magnitude do you have in mind for this endeavor and not entirely unimportant what are you willing and abled to provide in exchange?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:11
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Taking a last short drag, he fliched the amber of his cigarrette-stub into his nigh-empty glass and let the filter vanish under the table, where the first one had goon as well. As she leaned forward, he did so as well and for a moment it apeared, as if he was moving in for a kiss, but when she started to talk, he stoped his aproach, his face no two hands brought away from her´s now. He also placed his left hand flat on the table, close to her´s, but not touching, perfecting the apearence that they where talking anything but business. His low voice also took the tone of someone discussing intimate subjects.
Krait: "Do you use skinlink?"
When he got no positive reply, he went on.
Krait: "It is better to meet new business-partners in a public place like this, then risk the chance to be cought in the rain. So you want to formally hire help for the search after your friend. What exactly are you looking for, what time-frame and magnitude do you have in mind for this endeavor and not entirely unimportant what are you willing and abled to provide in exchange?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:15
Carla
Passive
"Let me be perfectly frank with you," Carla whispered. She tilted her face slightly towards the wall so her lips wouldn't be so visible to the rest of the diner. She still didn't know quite everything about this guy, but she couldn't make him tell her anything he didn't want to. The closest thing she had to a reliable background check on this elf was the fact that he had Mr. Chu's recommendation. That would have to be enough for now.
"Nearly one month ago, a devoted servant of the Sanctuary of St. Ignatius church disappeared. The community misses her dearly, and friends of the church are willing to reward anyone who can find her. The total prize for returning her alive is 25,000 nuyen. Returning her dead body will net 15,000 nuyen. I'm willing to share an even portion of the bounty with anyone who helps me find her. I will guarantee you a bare minimum of one quarter of the total prize, even if I end up hiring more than three hands. Naturally, you'll get a bigger share if I hire less than three, but I suggest that you expect the bare minimum. Of your share, I can give you 1000 up front just for signing on - it's yours regardless of what happens.
Now, I realize this isn't going to completely cover the bills...especially the maintenance on all that 'ware...so are you still interested?
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:15
Carla
Passive
"Let me be perfectly frank with you," Carla whispered. She tilted her face slightly towards the wall so her lips wouldn't be so visible to the rest of the diner. She still didn't know quite everything about this guy, but she couldn't make him tell her anything he didn't want to. The closest thing she had to a reliable background check on this elf was the fact that he had Mr. Chu's recommendation. That would have to be enough for now.
"Nearly one month ago, a devoted servant of the Sanctuary of St. Ignatius church disappeared. The community misses her dearly, and friends of the church are willing to reward anyone who can find her. The total prize for returning her alive is 25,000 nuyen. Returning her dead body will net 15,000 nuyen. I'm willing to share an even portion of the bounty with anyone who helps me find her. I will guarantee you a bare minimum of one quarter of the total prize, even if I end up hiring more than three hands. Naturally, you'll get a bigger share if I hire less than three, but I suggest that you expect the bare minimum. Of your share, I can give you 1000 up front just for signing on - it's yours regardless of what happens.
Now, I realize this isn't going to completely cover the bills...especially the maintenance on all that 'ware...so are you still interested?
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:20
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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The name St. Ignatius instantly sent another wave of paranoia through John´s body. Was this a hint at the sorce of this mission? If the Vatican was behind this, who could be those powerfull enemies Chu had warned him about? NIJ, Aztech, Black Lodge? He pushed aside these thoughts for a moment - but he´d have to give his homework extra care!
3,750-12,500, not that much, if this job really turned out to be dangerous! Still It´d alow him to buy some new toys and he´d gain access to Chu´s network. Usually, he´d try to get a better bargain -asuming that any Johnson´s first offer would be no more then 50% of his reall limit- but his impression was, that this woman was either so unexperiancer that she was honest about the deal, or putting up such a good show, that he wouldn´t get her to increase the fare by much, anyway. Also, he wanted to make contacts and thought it might give him an edge to apear generous. He reduced his eyes to narrow slits, judging her for one more moment and answered.
Krait: "From the picture you provided and some other parts of the puzzle I got, I´d have to be inclined to charge a much steeper price!"
His expression softened up again and he gave her a warm smile.
Krait: "However, as I told you, I´m interested in making friends. I have also been lead to belive that this task is going to be entirely legal, though potentially dangerous. So I´m going to accept the deal you proposed under two conditions. First - If this job turns ugly, any medical bills for me or any other team-member are not to reduce my pay - I don´t want to come out of this with less money then before, which hapens quickly without proper health insurance. Second - I am considering this a special favor and you can expect me to ask you to return it some day in the future. Can we agree on these terms?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:20
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden, Moai passive
The name St. Ignatius instantly sent another wave of paranoia through John´s body. Was this a hint at the sorce of this mission? If the Vatican was behind this, who could be those powerfull enemies Chu had warned him about? NIJ, Aztech, Black Lodge? He pushed aside these thoughts for a moment - but he´d have to give his homework extra care!
3,750-12,500
, not that much, if this job really turned out to be dangerous! Still It´d alow him to buy some new toys and he´d gain access to Chu´s network. Usually, he´d try to get a better bargain -asuming that any Johnson´s first offer would be no more then 50% of his reall limit- but his impression was, that this woman was either so unexperiancer that she was honest about the deal, or putting up such a good show, that he wouldn´t get her to increase the fare by much, anyway. Also, he wanted to make contacts and thought it might give him an edge to apear generous. He reduced his eyes to narrow slits, judging her for one more moment and answered.Krait: "From the picture you provided and some other parts of the puzzle I got, I´d have to be inclined to charge a much steeper price!"
His expression softened up again and he gave her a warm smile.
Krait: "However, as I told you, I´m interested in making friends. I have also been lead to belive that this task is going to be entirely legal, though potentially dangerous. So I´m going to accept the deal you proposed under two conditions. First - If this job turns ugly, any medical bills for me or any other team-member are not to reduce my pay - I don´t want to come out of this with less money then before, which hapens quickly without proper health insurance. Second - I am considering this a special favor and you can expect me to ask you to return it some day in the future. Can we agree on these terms?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:30
Carla
Passive
Carla rubbed her forehead and let out a sigh of frustration . She had intentionally been honest with him so that there would be no room for negotiation. She simply didn't have any more to offer.
She could, of course, double his pay by sacrificing her share of the prize. But then why the hell was she wasting her time with this search-and-rescue? She needed to make money - quickly! There was no telling when the next shedim attack would occur.
Perhaps she would have to sacrifice the profit on just this first run; if she proved her competence once, then Miguel might set her up for some bigger bounties in the future. And besides, she did want to make sure Esmeralda was alive.
She had already spent too much time and money trying to get some help on this job; if she turned this guy away, there was no telling how long it would take to get another contact from Chu.
"First of all, I can't promise that everything in this job will be legal, as I have no idea what it will take to get our poor friend back."
"As for money...I am not going to play favorites amongst my hires; I don't want to deal with any drama if someone suddenly finds out that he's taking a smaller share of the prize than you. So here's the deal: the prize money is to be split between you and your teammates as you all see fit. I don’t plan on hiring more than three heads, so that should give you at least a third of the money. If you think you deserve a bigger share, you’ll have to work that out with the others, not me.”
“On top of the prize money, I can get you free services from a reliable doctor, should you need them. I cannot, however, provide coverage for expensive parts like organs and cyberware; you’ll have to pay for that yourself.”
“And regarding future favors...I am very committed at the moment and in no position to make any guarantees. I’d rather not walk away from this job in debt, so I cannot agree to any unspecified future favors.
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:30
Carla
Passive
Carla rubbed her forehead and let out a sigh of frustration . She had intentionally been honest with him so that there would be no room for negotiation. She simply didn't have any more to offer.
She could, of course, double his pay by sacrificing her share of the prize. But then why the hell was she wasting her time with this search-and-rescue? She needed to make money - quickly! There was no telling when the next shedim attack would occur.
Perhaps she would have to sacrifice the profit on just this first run; if she proved her competence once, then Miguel might set her up for some bigger bounties in the future. And besides, she did want to make sure Esmeralda was alive.
She had already spent too much time and money trying to get some help on this job; if she turned this guy away, there was no telling how long it would take to get another contact from Chu.
"First of all, I can't promise that everything in this job will be legal, as I have no idea what it will take to get our poor friend back."
"As for money...I am not going to play favorites amongst my hires; I don't want to deal with any drama if someone suddenly finds out that he's taking a smaller share of the prize than you. So here's the deal: the prize money is to be split between you and your teammates as you all see fit. I don’t plan on hiring more than three heads, so that should give you at least a third of the money. If you think you deserve a bigger share, you’ll have to work that out with the others, not me.”
“On top of the prize money, I can get you free services from a reliable doctor, should you need them. I cannot, however, provide coverage for expensive parts like organs and cyberware; you’ll have to pay for that yourself.”
“And regarding future favors...I am very committed at the moment and in no position to make any guarantees. I’d rather not walk away from this job in debt, so I cannot agree to any unspecified future favors.
Downtown Seattle
Monday 08/04/70 02:05:33
After leaving Penumbra, Conall had literally gone around the block a few times... trying to get a good feel for the bike. The rush of the air around him, the defeating sound of the powerful racing engine. It was a new thrill. It hadn't taken more than a few minutes for him to feel totally confident, if not overconfident, about his abilities to push the vehicle further into the heart of Seattle. Speeding down an alley here, weaving between traffic at the next stop. For a moment, Conall forgot about his own exile. He forgot about everything. Well... almost everything. Etain was still in his mind. As he stood idling at a red light, looking at some elven model in a storefront... he just couldn't help but think of her. In a way, she was lucky. She would now be free to do what ever she wanted... without his own fear interfering with her life. Tomorrow would mark the longest time he had gone without seeing her.
It took a few honks and crude insults to draw him out.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:07
Conall
Commlink: Off
Kicking the leg-stand down, Conall gave a slightly worried look from behind the downed visor of his brand new helmet. The large parking lot of the dinner was mostly filled with haulers and semi of all shapes and colors. But that wasn't really what worried him: it was the ork taking a piss agaisnt a brick wall not 5 meters away from him... and the two trolls talking loudly as the walked out of the dinner.
What sort of trog infested den is this shite hole?
If he didn't have his helmet on, Conall would have spat his disgust on the pavement. Pulling the helmet of his head, the young elf ran a quick hand through his slightly sweat covered hair, making them stand right up like a buzz cut. In what could best be described as a hurried huddle, the young shaman made his way to the front door, trying not to throw up at all the sights.
Conall actually felt glad he had come to the meeting on an empty stomach. The inside of the place was filthier than the inside. It was even filthier than the room he was renting. The wolf shaman had one of those slight hiccup where one actually throws up in their mouths and swallows it back. That was how much he didn't like the place. It was down right repugnant... and on top of it all, filled with the scums and degenerate of humanity. Dwarves. Trolls. Orks. And their rotten smell. His helmet in one hand, Conall used his other to literally shield his nose and mouth for the filth for a few seconds.
Bumping shoulders with something he didn't care for and didn't even looked at, or even mumbled and excuse for, Conall made his way to the counter area. Pulling the sleeve of his jacket over his hand, he wiped the seat off as best as he could before sitting... which he did by touching the stool as little as he could. As he pulled his commlink out to order, spam started to assault his senses left and right. The things filters weren't on... and he had yet to upgrade it from the cheap knockoff he had gotten a hold of. Turning it off and dropping it back in his pocket, Conall simply resorted to flagging down something that looked like it worked in the place.
“Tea.” he simply said, in a tone of someone used to being served.
“We only got coffee honey.”
Conall shivered as what looked like a woman refered to him as “honey”.
“Coffee then.” and he literally waved her off, as if shooing a fly.
Monday 08/04/70 02:05:33
After leaving Penumbra, Conall had literally gone around the block a few times... trying to get a good feel for the bike. The rush of the air around him, the defeating sound of the powerful racing engine. It was a new thrill. It hadn't taken more than a few minutes for him to feel totally confident, if not overconfident, about his abilities to push the vehicle further into the heart of Seattle. Speeding down an alley here, weaving between traffic at the next stop. For a moment, Conall forgot about his own exile. He forgot about everything. Well... almost everything. Etain was still in his mind. As he stood idling at a red light, looking at some elven model in a storefront... he just couldn't help but think of her. In a way, she was lucky. She would now be free to do what ever she wanted... without his own fear interfering with her life. Tomorrow would mark the longest time he had gone without seeing her.
It took a few honks and crude insults to draw him out.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:07
Conall
Commlink: Off
Kicking the leg-stand down, Conall gave a slightly worried look from behind the downed visor of his brand new helmet. The large parking lot of the dinner was mostly filled with haulers and semi of all shapes and colors. But that wasn't really what worried him: it was the ork taking a piss agaisnt a brick wall not 5 meters away from him... and the two trolls talking loudly as the walked out of the dinner.
What sort of trog infested den is this shite hole?
If he didn't have his helmet on, Conall would have spat his disgust on the pavement. Pulling the helmet of his head, the young elf ran a quick hand through his slightly sweat covered hair, making them stand right up like a buzz cut. In what could best be described as a hurried huddle, the young shaman made his way to the front door, trying not to throw up at all the sights.
Conall actually felt glad he had come to the meeting on an empty stomach. The inside of the place was filthier than the inside. It was even filthier than the room he was renting. The wolf shaman had one of those slight hiccup where one actually throws up in their mouths and swallows it back. That was how much he didn't like the place. It was down right repugnant... and on top of it all, filled with the scums and degenerate of humanity. Dwarves. Trolls. Orks. And their rotten smell. His helmet in one hand, Conall used his other to literally shield his nose and mouth for the filth for a few seconds.
Bumping shoulders with something he didn't care for and didn't even looked at, or even mumbled and excuse for, Conall made his way to the counter area. Pulling the sleeve of his jacket over his hand, he wiped the seat off as best as he could before sitting... which he did by touching the stool as little as he could. As he pulled his commlink out to order, spam started to assault his senses left and right. The things filters weren't on... and he had yet to upgrade it from the cheap knockoff he had gotten a hold of. Turning it off and dropping it back in his pocket, Conall simply resorted to flagging down something that looked like it worked in the place.
“Tea.” he simply said, in a tone of someone used to being served.
“We only got coffee honey.”
Conall shivered as what looked like a woman refered to him as “honey”.
“Coffee then.” and he literally waved her off, as if shooing a fly.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:30
Carla
Passive
As Carla explained the situation, she noted the entrance of a particularly miserable looking elf. Carla immediately recognized his features from the mugshot Mr. Chu had sent her.
"Would you excuse me for a moment while you think it over?" Carla asked her companion.
She quietly removed herself from the booth and made her way to the bar, her coat folded over her arm in front of her. The elf had just waved off a waitress, apparently not impressed by her attempts to be personable.
Carla wasn't in any mood for being personable either. Enough with the bullshit - she was just going to be frank with this one. Taking a seat next to the elf, she rested her arms on the counter and looked directly at him.
"Have you seen any wandering nuns lately?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:30
Carla
Passive
As Carla explained the situation, she noted the entrance of a particularly miserable looking elf. Carla immediately recognized his features from the mugshot Mr. Chu had sent her.
"Would you excuse me for a moment while you think it over?" Carla asked her companion.
She quietly removed herself from the booth and made her way to the bar, her coat folded over her arm in front of her. The elf had just waved off a waitress, apparently not impressed by her attempts to be personable.
Carla wasn't in any mood for being personable either. Enough with the bullshit - she was just going to be frank with this one. Taking a seat next to the elf, she rested her arms on the counter and looked directly at him.
"Have you seen any wandering nuns lately?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:34
Conall
Commlink off
Busy doing his best to ignore everyone, it took a few seconds for Conall's mind to register that someone had talked to him... or at least it seemed so. Some human woman, who's appareance and odor were far from being in the same retched zone as everyone elses, was now sitting next to him. She didn't look half bad... well... for a human.
He twisted on the stool, turning to face her. As he spoke, his tone sounded detached... as if slightly annoyed.
"Haven't caught sight of one meself, but I hear some doc's be looking for one. I'd be much obliged to lend her me helpin' hand." he said in his heavy irish accent
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:34
Conall
Commlink off
Busy doing his best to ignore everyone, it took a few seconds for Conall's mind to register that someone had talked to him... or at least it seemed so. Some human woman, who's appareance and odor were far from being in the same retched zone as everyone elses, was now sitting next to him. She didn't look half bad... well... for a human.
He twisted on the stool, turning to face her. As he spoke, his tone sounded detached... as if slightly annoyed.
"Haven't caught sight of one meself, but I hear some doc's be looking for one. I'd be much obliged to lend her me helpin' hand." he said in his heavy irish accent
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:40
Carla
Passive
Carla was initially a bit taken aback by the elf's thick accent. But something else had caught her attention.
Doctor?
It seemed that Mr. Chu had mentioned a thing or two to this one. She would have preferred these people not know anything about her, but she would have to make due with that one detail.
"Would you care to join me and my companion in the booth right over there?" Carla asked, nodding her head in Krait's direction.
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:40
Carla
Passive
Carla was initially a bit taken aback by the elf's thick accent. But something else had caught her attention.
Doctor?
It seemed that Mr. Chu had mentioned a thing or two to this one. She would have preferred these people not know anything about her, but she would have to make due with that one detail.
"Would you care to join me and my companion in the booth right over there?" Carla asked, nodding her head in Krait's direction.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:47
Conall
Commlink Off
Conall simply stood there, staring at the woman for a few long seconds. He then gave a look over her own shoulder towards the booth, and then back to her. The man she had pointed out, her "companion" looked like an elf... but he looked like no elf Conall had ever seen. he was more like a bad parody cooked out of some novacoke induced hallucination. And that was, for Conall, being nice about it and none-judging.
"Fernuff." he simply said, leaving his coffee right where it was and sliding off the stool.
Taking his helmet with one hand, he gestured her to lead the way with the other.
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:47
Conall
Commlink Off
Conall simply stood there, staring at the woman for a few long seconds. He then gave a look over her own shoulder towards the booth, and then back to her. The man she had pointed out, her "companion" looked like an elf... but he looked like no elf Conall had ever seen. he was more like a bad parody cooked out of some novacoke induced hallucination. And that was, for Conall, being nice about it and none-judging.
"Fernuff." he simply said, leaving his coffee right where it was and sliding off the stool.
Taking his helmet with one hand, he gestured her to lead the way with the other.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:50
Carla
Passive
Carla stood and started heading back to the table. She stopped after a step, though, and she looked back at him to ask him not to mention anything about her profession. However, as she faced him, the elf's appearance of utter dejection was impossible to ignore. She didn't want to carry on a business conversation if this guy was going to be grumpy all night.
"Hey, what's got you so down?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:50
Carla
Passive
Carla stood and started heading back to the table. She stopped after a step, though, and she looked back at him to ask him not to mention anything about her profession. However, as she faced him, the elf's appearance of utter dejection was impossible to ignore. She didn't want to carry on a business conversation if this guy was going to be grumpy all night.
"Hey, what's got you so down?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:52
Conall
Commlink Off
Conall wasn't quite expecting the woman to stop in her track, and so, he bumped into her. Strangely enough, instead of excusing himself he simply sighed out in what sounded like annoyance.
"Tonastuff lady. For starters, if this place had been a farm, we'd be swimming with pig shite."
He shoved his free hand into his jacket's pocket.
"Me worries are me own, and don't feel no shame in asking of them. Lets get the figuring figured so we can beat this hole."
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:52
Conall
Commlink Off
Conall wasn't quite expecting the woman to stop in her track, and so, he bumped into her. Strangely enough, instead of excusing himself he simply sighed out in what sounded like annoyance.
"Tonastuff lady. For starters, if this place had been a farm, we'd be swimming with pig shite."
He shoved his free hand into his jacket's pocket.
"Me worries are me own, and don't feel no shame in asking of them. Lets get the figuring figured so we can beat this hole."
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:50
Carla
Passive
Well, he's Irish alright.
Carla wasn't pleased with the elf's language. Nor was she especially pleased with his attitude towards the location. Sure, she didn't find the place to be agreeable either, but she wasn't sulking about it. She opted not to respond and simply continued her way back to the booth, sliding in on the opposite side of Krait.
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:50
Carla
Passive
Well, he's Irish alright.
Carla wasn't pleased with the elf's language. Nor was she especially pleased with his attitude towards the location. Sure, she didn't find the place to be agreeable either, but she wasn't sulking about it. She opted not to respond and simply continued her way back to the booth, sliding in on the opposite side of Krait.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:53
Conall
Commlink Off
Letting Carla lead the way, Conall slid in the booth next to her... opting to sit next to her rather than in front with the "weirdo".
Both hands on his helmet, the young shaman simply threw his chin toward the other elf, saying a quick "Hoi mate" before turning his attention back to Carla.
Monday 08/04/70 21:37:53
Conall
Commlink Off
Letting Carla lead the way, Conall slid in the booth next to her... opting to sit next to her rather than in front with the "weirdo".
Both hands on his helmet, the young shaman simply threw his chin toward the other elf, saying a quick "Hoi mate" before turning his attention back to Carla.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:00
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Slightly anoyed that she wouldn´t wait for his reply, John cought himself fumbling another cigarrette out of his pocket.
He watched his Jhonson walk over to the other elf, that had just entered the diner and, putting back the smoke and lighter, gave him a through look, as they aproached.
Intimidation was not usually the week spot of guys hauling around this kind of body and the new-commer didn´t look like he apreciated smoothtalking much, so when the irish man addressed him, the green-bearded elf simply gave him a casual, but respectfull nod and turned his eyes -if not his full attention- to Ms. Johnson again, picking up the conversation right where they left it.
Krait: "Free medical services would be just fine - I didn´t expect you to cover for lost limbs. You don´t need to raise the pay, either, one quarter minimum seems fair enough. If unforseen legal problems arise, we´d have to talk about it again -naturally- but you might be surprised, what can be done legaly or quasi-legal, if done the right way," Don´t talk that much like a lawyer! "and the help of a decent Law Know-Soft!"
He had said that as much to make the point that he wouldn´t give her cart banche to force him into any illegal actions, as for the posibility, that someone was recording their conversation (as he did), to later use it against him. For a moment he fealt himself falling into his old rationalizing mindset again and for a splitsecond even belived to see the multi-facetted patern of an insect-eye shining through Ms. Johnson´s iris. He shook off the creepy feeling and kept his skin from ripling in goose-bumbs, speaking on, with but a slight dramatic pause.
Krait: "As for the favour - don´t think about it as a dept. Just consider any request I might have in the future favourably, as I considered your´s. You don´t have to feel obligued to anything!"
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:00
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
PAN Icon offline, Custom hidden, Moai passive
Slightly anoyed that she wouldn´t wait for his reply, John cought himself fumbling another cigarrette out of his pocket.
He watched his Jhonson walk over to the other elf, that had just entered the diner and, putting back the smoke and lighter, gave him a through look, as they aproached.
Intimidation was not usually the week spot of guys hauling around this kind of body and the new-commer didn´t look like he apreciated smoothtalking much, so when the irish man addressed him, the green-bearded elf simply gave him a casual, but respectfull nod and turned his eyes -if not his full attention- to Ms. Johnson again, picking up the conversation right where they left it.
Krait: "Free medical services would be just fine - I didn´t expect you to cover for lost limbs. You don´t need to raise the pay, either, one quarter minimum seems fair enough. If unforseen legal problems arise, we´d have to talk about it again -naturally- but you might be surprised, what can be done legaly or quasi-legal, if done the right way," Don´t talk that much like a lawyer! "and the help of a decent Law Know-Soft!"
He had said that as much to make the point that he wouldn´t give her cart banche to force him into any illegal actions, as for the posibility, that someone was recording their conversation (as he did), to later use it against him. For a moment he fealt himself falling into his old rationalizing mindset again and for a splitsecond even belived to see the multi-facetted patern of an insect-eye shining through Ms. Johnson´s iris. He shook off the creepy feeling and kept his skin from ripling in goose-bumbs, speaking on, with but a slight dramatic pause.
Krait: "As for the favour - don´t think about it as a dept. Just consider any request I might have in the future favourably, as I considered your´s. You don´t have to feel obligued to anything!"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:30
Carla
Passive
Carla let out a small smile, pleased with the elf's proposition.
"That sounds reasonable enough. I certainly wouldn't mind paying you back with future favors - I just want to be clear that I do not have very much to offer."
Carla glanced at the two elves surrounding her; they seemed to be the very antithesis of each other. In front of her sat a neon-haired, cyber-eyed, self-proclaimed person-expert who seemed a bit lacking in class, but at least he seemed to be flexible and cooperative. She wasn't sure exactly how experienced he was, but she was fairly certain that she wasn't paying him quite as much as he deserved. It was commendable that he was willing to help in spite of that fact.
On the other hand, beside her sat a clean, reserved, tastefully-dressed young man with a sourpuss on his face and a vulgar tongue. Carla had no problem with people being glum or keeping quiet - after all, she wasn't all flowers and sunshine herself. But what she did need to be clear about was that this new guy genuinely wanted this job and would be willing to cooperate.
"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. You may call me Miss Johnson," Carla said, remembering the name used by Black Cat. She waited for one of the two elves to chime in next.
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:30
Carla
Passive
Carla let out a small smile, pleased with the elf's proposition.
"That sounds reasonable enough. I certainly wouldn't mind paying you back with future favors - I just want to be clear that I do not have very much to offer."
Carla glanced at the two elves surrounding her; they seemed to be the very antithesis of each other. In front of her sat a neon-haired, cyber-eyed, self-proclaimed person-expert who seemed a bit lacking in class, but at least he seemed to be flexible and cooperative. She wasn't sure exactly how experienced he was, but she was fairly certain that she wasn't paying him quite as much as he deserved. It was commendable that he was willing to help in spite of that fact.
On the other hand, beside her sat a clean, reserved, tastefully-dressed young man with a sourpuss on his face and a vulgar tongue. Carla had no problem with people being glum or keeping quiet - after all, she wasn't all flowers and sunshine herself. But what she did need to be clear about was that this new guy genuinely wanted this job and would be willing to cooperate.
"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves. You may call me Miss Johnson," Carla said, remembering the name used by Black Cat. She waited for one of the two elves to chime in next.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:36
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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John wasn´t entirely happy to provide his handle in such a publick place, let alone to someone, of who´s commitment to the job he wasn´t entirely sure, yet. Eyeing his fellow elf for a moment, he opted for a temporary solution instead.
Krait: "Just call me Frank for now."
He suggered over his excessive secrecy by returning Ms. Johnson´s smile and offering her a hand to shake.
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:36
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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John wasn´t entirely happy to provide his handle in such a publick place, let alone to someone, of who´s commitment to the job he wasn´t entirely sure, yet. Eyeing his fellow elf for a moment, he opted for a temporary solution instead.
Krait: "Just call me Frank for now."
He suggered over his excessive secrecy by returning Ms. Johnson´s smile and offering her a hand to shake.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:38
Conall
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Conall did his best to keep track of the conversation... but he had the feeling he was coming in at more than halfway through it.
“I'm Padraig... but most geg just call me Paddy.”
He threw himself slightly backwards, trying to find a comfortable position in the small booth.
“I'm right aware what yer trying to accomplish, but I wouldn't gant at getting up to speed and on pair.” he said to the attention of Carla.
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:38
Conall
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Conall did his best to keep track of the conversation... but he had the feeling he was coming in at more than halfway through it.
“I'm Padraig... but most geg just call me Paddy.”
He threw himself slightly backwards, trying to find a comfortable position in the small booth.
“I'm right aware what yer trying to accomplish, but I wouldn't gant at getting up to speed and on pair.” he said to the attention of Carla.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:40:00
Carla
Passive
Carla gripped "Frank's" hand firmly for a shake, hoping to give the impression that she wasn't intimidated by him.
"Well, it's very nice to meet both of you," she spoke towards both elves. "Allow me to recap the situation: A nun disappeared from a nearby church about one month ago, and there is a 25,000 nuyen reward for anyone who can bring her back alive. The prize is 15,000 nuyen if she is returned dead. I have already done some investigating myself, but I need help to progress any further - that's why you gentlemen are here. I don't currently have plans to hire anybody else, but I am leaving open the possibility that we may need at least one more pair of hands in the future. That makes four of us max, and to avoid any controversy, I believe we are all entitled to a quarter of the final prize."
"Naturally, a quarter of 25,000 isn't very much money, especially if this problem takes multiple weeks to solve, so I promised Frank here that on top of the payment, I can get him the services of a reliable doctor free of charge. He will also remain in my good graces after the job is done, though I was warning him that my good graces do not have very much to offer."
She turned her attention to Paddy. "You are entitled the the same benefits, of course, should you want them."
Monday 08/04/70 21:40:00
Carla
Passive
Carla gripped "Frank's" hand firmly for a shake, hoping to give the impression that she wasn't intimidated by him.
"Well, it's very nice to meet both of you," she spoke towards both elves. "Allow me to recap the situation: A nun disappeared from a nearby church about one month ago, and there is a 25,000 nuyen reward for anyone who can bring her back alive. The prize is 15,000 nuyen if she is returned dead. I have already done some investigating myself, but I need help to progress any further - that's why you gentlemen are here. I don't currently have plans to hire anybody else, but I am leaving open the possibility that we may need at least one more pair of hands in the future. That makes four of us max, and to avoid any controversy, I believe we are all entitled to a quarter of the final prize."
"Naturally, a quarter of 25,000 isn't very much money, especially if this problem takes multiple weeks to solve, so I promised Frank here that on top of the payment, I can get him the services of a reliable doctor free of charge. He will also remain in my good graces after the job is done, though I was warning him that my good graces do not have very much to offer."
She turned her attention to Paddy. "You are entitled the the same benefits, of course, should you want them."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:50
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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After carefully judging Ms. Johnson´s handshake, John started to let his fingers glide over his headset-com, as if massaging his ear, then drew a credstick out of his breast-pocket and slotted it into the part of his com, that clung to the side of his jaw like an oversized, stone-gray earlobe and resumed the manipulation of his comlink.
The com went offline with the flip of a physical switch, before he conected the certified credstick and started to put a short text-file into it´s storage memory, while he listened to every word the woman infront of him spoke.
Monday 08/04/70 21:38:50
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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After carefully judging Ms. Johnson´s handshake, John started to let his fingers glide over his headset-com, as if massaging his ear, then drew a credstick out of his breast-pocket and slotted it into the part of his com, that clung to the side of his jaw like an oversized, stone-gray earlobe and resumed the manipulation of his comlink.
The com went offline with the flip of a physical switch, before he conected the certified credstick and started to put a short text-file into it´s storage memory, while he listened to every word the woman infront of him spoke.
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:09
Conall
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The young elf pushed down on one of his knuckles, making it crack.
"Matterofact is, if ya'd be inclined to provide some feed and a roof" he cracked another knuckle "I'll move meself as yer retainer for as long" he cracked another one "as yer business calls it"
He changed hands.
"But, if ya prefer cash down... I got no right bother with it."
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:09
Conall
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The young elf pushed down on one of his knuckles, making it crack.
"Matterofact is, if ya'd be inclined to provide some feed and a roof" he cracked another knuckle "I'll move meself as yer retainer for as long" he cracked another one "as yer business calls it"
He changed hands.
"But, if ya prefer cash down... I got no right bother with it."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:20
Carla
Commlink Passive
Carla tapped her chin with her finger, contemplating Paddy's offer. This was certainly an interesting proposition; if she could provide the elf with room and board rather than cash, then that meant there would be more money for both Krait and herself. The question was, could she provide him with room and board? Even if she found him a place to stay, she would still need to pay for food - and judging from his attitude, Carla doubted he would settle for the cheap stuff. Nevertheless, a couple of weeks worth of groceries certainly would amount to less than a quarter or third of the Miguel's reward.
"That is a very interesting offer," she started, "And I'm certainly willing to consider it; I will see if I can find anything available for you, and if not, we will have to settle for cash."
She took another sip of water.
"So is everyone clear about compensation?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:20
Carla
Commlink Passive
Carla tapped her chin with her finger, contemplating Paddy's offer. This was certainly an interesting proposition; if she could provide the elf with room and board rather than cash, then that meant there would be more money for both Krait and herself. The question was, could she provide him with room and board? Even if she found him a place to stay, she would still need to pay for food - and judging from his attitude, Carla doubted he would settle for the cheap stuff. Nevertheless, a couple of weeks worth of groceries certainly would amount to less than a quarter or third of the Miguel's reward.
"That is a very interesting offer," she started, "And I'm certainly willing to consider it; I will see if I can find anything available for you, and if not, we will have to settle for cash."
She took another sip of water.
"So is everyone clear about compensation?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:49
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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The bald guy noded to his new employer and placed the credstick from his comlink infront of her. With a relaxed but respectfull tone, he explained.
Krait: "You can put the up-front money on there, unless you prefer physical transaction. Slot it anyway, you´ll find my contact-data. Any information you allready hold and any starting-points might turn out usefull - you can store everything along with your comcode or means of contact on the stick."
When he turned to 'Paddy', his expression became more cheary, but just a bit and no less respectfull. He offered his hand for a shake and said.
Krait: "Good to have you on board, Paddy! And sorry mate, didn´t meen to cut you out of the conversation, just answer the question Ms Johnson left me with sitting here, so the three of us could move on.
Now since we are going to work together, it seems like a good idea to me, to know each other´s strong points - but maybe we should find some more private and comfortable place first."
He turned his face back to Ms Johnson.
Krait: "This includes your strong points, in case you are planing to work with us closle, instead of strictly supervising - however you prefere."
For a moment the thought that none of these two where actually the people he was meant to meet almost 20 minutes later, sprang up in his mind, but he pushed it into the back of his head - he´d check it later on.
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:49
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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The bald guy noded to his new employer and placed the credstick from his comlink infront of her. With a relaxed but respectfull tone, he explained.
Krait: "You can put the up-front money on there, unless you prefer physical transaction. Slot it anyway, you´ll find my contact-data. Any information you allready hold and any starting-points might turn out usefull - you can store everything along with your comcode or means of contact on the stick."
When he turned to 'Paddy', his expression became more cheary, but just a bit and no less respectfull. He offered his hand for a shake and said.
Krait: "Good to have you on board, Paddy! And sorry mate, didn´t meen to cut you out of the conversation, just answer the question Ms Johnson left me with sitting here, so the three of us could move on.
Now since we are going to work together, it seems like a good idea to me, to know each other´s strong points - but maybe we should find some more private and comfortable place first."
He turned his face back to Ms Johnson.
Krait: "This includes your strong points, in case you are planing to work with us closle, instead of strictly supervising - however you prefere."
For a moment the thought that none of these two where actually the people he was meant to meet almost 20 minutes later, sprang up in his mind, but he pushed it into the back of his head - he´d check it later on.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:30
Carla
Commlink Passive
Carla took Krait's advice and slotted the credstick, though only so she could download his contact info and give him her own.
"I did not bring any money or information with me," she explained, handing him back the commlink, "since I wasn't sure I would end up hiring you. But I like what I see, so I will bring your money for our next meeting."
"I don't want to get into too many details right now, but I can explain a very specific first task that needs to be taken care of - this is especially concerning you, Frank. I have a set of names and corresponding commcodes for individuals connected to our missing person, and I have a strong suspicion that at least one of these individuals is responsible for her disappearance. Naturally, if these are dangerous people, I do not want to simply call them up and ask them who they are: I need to find out who these people are without them knowing about it, and all I have to work with is a name and commcode."
"Now, I don't know much about hacking, but I imagine that there is some way you can access a commlink without leaving any traces of your intrusion. Does that sound like it might be within your abilities, Frank?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:30
Carla
Commlink Passive
Carla took Krait's advice and slotted the credstick, though only so she could download his contact info and give him her own.
"I did not bring any money or information with me," she explained, handing him back the commlink, "since I wasn't sure I would end up hiring you. But I like what I see, so I will bring your money for our next meeting."
"I don't want to get into too many details right now, but I can explain a very specific first task that needs to be taken care of - this is especially concerning you, Frank. I have a set of names and corresponding commcodes for individuals connected to our missing person, and I have a strong suspicion that at least one of these individuals is responsible for her disappearance. Naturally, if these are dangerous people, I do not want to simply call them up and ask them who they are: I need to find out who these people are without them knowing about it, and all I have to work with is a name and commcode."
"Now, I don't know much about hacking, but I imagine that there is some way you can access a commlink without leaving any traces of your intrusion. Does that sound like it might be within your abilities, Frank?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:49
Conall
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Conall popped one last knuckle.
“Chimes all fernuff to me. I got no bother with whatever ye decide lady”
The young elf turned around in his seat, trying to throw a look out the dinner's window and into the parking lot. The neighborhood wasn't half as bad as the one where he was staying, a few blocks away... but he was starting to grow a little nervous about leaving his brand new bike outside in the rain. Seeing the dark gray night clouds in the sky, Conall couldn't help but think of the grand rainy days they'd be getting back home. The first few words coming out of Frank's mouth didn't reach him. He distantly heard his new name being called, but he actually had to think about it to realized he “was” Paddy.
As Frank apologized, Conall simply waved his hand in the air, gesturing him to forget about it. He then started to slowly drum his fingers, once in a while, on the table's edge, and threw in a yawn here and there. He finally reached over for the small napkin dispenser next to where he was, grabbed one and took out a pen from inside his jacket, and wrote something down. As Frank and Miss Johnson kept their conversation going, Conall took care in folding the little thing a few times over itself and simply slid it to Carla.
It was voicemail number. His voicemail number.
Monday 08/04/70 21:41:49
Conall
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Conall popped one last knuckle.
“Chimes all fernuff to me. I got no bother with whatever ye decide lady”
The young elf turned around in his seat, trying to throw a look out the dinner's window and into the parking lot. The neighborhood wasn't half as bad as the one where he was staying, a few blocks away... but he was starting to grow a little nervous about leaving his brand new bike outside in the rain. Seeing the dark gray night clouds in the sky, Conall couldn't help but think of the grand rainy days they'd be getting back home. The first few words coming out of Frank's mouth didn't reach him. He distantly heard his new name being called, but he actually had to think about it to realized he “was” Paddy.
As Frank apologized, Conall simply waved his hand in the air, gesturing him to forget about it. He then started to slowly drum his fingers, once in a while, on the table's edge, and threw in a yawn here and there. He finally reached over for the small napkin dispenser next to where he was, grabbed one and took out a pen from inside his jacket, and wrote something down. As Frank and Miss Johnson kept their conversation going, Conall took care in folding the little thing a few times over itself and simply slid it to Carla.
It was voicemail number. His voicemail number.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:00
Carla
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"I was told," Carla addressed Paddy, "that computers were not your area of specialty, but any information you know about such technical matters would certainly be appreciated."
"The nature of this operation will be highly dependent on the results we get from the commcodes. If we find some small-time thug has kidnapped our missing person, then we may be able to get her back quite quickly and easily. Until we complete that first task, however, I cannot specify what kind of work this job will entail."
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:00
Carla
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"I was told," Carla addressed Paddy, "that computers were not your area of specialty, but any information you know about such technical matters would certainly be appreciated."
"The nature of this operation will be highly dependent on the results we get from the commcodes. If we find some small-time thug has kidnapped our missing person, then we may be able to get her back quite quickly and easily. Until we complete that first task, however, I cannot specify what kind of work this job will entail."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:27
Conall
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"Right on lady; blinks and chrome isn't me fort. But whatever ye call for, I will do me best to bring."
He jammed both of his hands into his coat pockets, as if he was cold.
"If ye get any adresses off those codes" he said to Frank "I can payem a visit."
He leaned his head slightly to the side, droping his voice in a conspirational whisper, with some predatory grin dacing on his face.
"Which can be nice, or nasty" he said to Carla "yer call."
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:27
Conall
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"Right on lady; blinks and chrome isn't me fort. But whatever ye call for, I will do me best to bring."
He jammed both of his hands into his coat pockets, as if he was cold.
"If ye get any adresses off those codes" he said to Frank "I can payem a visit."
He leaned his head slightly to the side, droping his voice in a conspirational whisper, with some predatory grin dacing on his face.
"Which can be nice, or nasty" he said to Carla "yer call."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:00
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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It seemed like Chu hadn´t told Johnson that much about him - or else she knew less about hacking then the next person. Either way suited him fine, he just hoped his contact-data was save on her com at least to some degree. He re-initiated his Moai´s wifi conection with the previous IP, to not make anybody suspicious.
Krait: "This touches our discussion about legality, of course, but I´ll see what I can do, once you give me the file - put the location and time for the hand-off on the credstick, please. Untill then, anything you can provide from the top of your head -especially the name of the person- will get me starting."
He noticed his new co-worker getting bored or at least it looked like it.
Krait: "If that is all for now, Miss, how about you and me having a beer -or tea- and a talk in some more decent location, Paddy?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:00
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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It seemed like Chu hadn´t told Johnson that much about him - or else she knew less about hacking then the next person. Either way suited him fine, he just hoped his contact-data was save on her com at least to some degree. He re-initiated his Moai´s wifi conection with the previous IP, to not make anybody suspicious.
Krait: "This touches our discussion about legality, of course, but I´ll see what I can do, once you give me the file - put the location and time for the hand-off on the credstick, please. Untill then, anything you can provide from the top of your head -especially the name of the person- will get me starting."
He noticed his new co-worker getting bored or at least it looked like it.
Krait: "If that is all for now, Miss, how about you and me having a beer -or tea- and a talk in some more decent location, Paddy?"
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:38
Conall
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As he was writing down his number on the napkin, Conall felt that someone was looking at him. Lifting his head back up, he crossed eyes with the elf sitting in front of him. Usually, Conall wouldn't have minded at all. But tonight, he was feeling particularly cranky. Even more so than usual.
Sliding the napkin over to his new employer, without looking at her, he got both of his arms on the table and leaned slightly forward... still looking straight at John.
"Watcha looking at mate? Got a bloody problem ye want me to straighten out? Or maybe ya'd like me picture to hang on yer wall and stare at? I don't have no quarrels with ya lad, but don't look at me like ya want to rub off or I'll bloody bash yer head in. We clear?"
Monday 08/04/70 21:42:38
Conall
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As he was writing down his number on the napkin, Conall felt that someone was looking at him. Lifting his head back up, he crossed eyes with the elf sitting in front of him. Usually, Conall wouldn't have minded at all. But tonight, he was feeling particularly cranky. Even more so than usual.
Sliding the napkin over to his new employer, without looking at her, he got both of his arms on the table and leaned slightly forward... still looking straight at John.
"Watcha looking at mate? Got a bloody problem ye want me to straighten out? Or maybe ya'd like me picture to hang on yer wall and stare at? I don't have no quarrels with ya lad, but don't look at me like ya want to rub off or I'll bloody bash yer head in. We clear?"
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:10
Carla
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Carla wasn't comfortable handing out any more specific information, either verbally or electronically, in such a public environment. She also wasn't comfortable sticking around for a possible fist-fight.
"I don't have any more information for either of you tonight, so you don't have to get to work quite yet. It would probably be best that you got to see the nieghborhood where this whole thing started, so I will arrange for a drop-off at the Sanctuary of St. Ignatius at twelve noon tomorrow. Wait at the bottom of the front steps of the church, and I will send you a messenger with all the information I have. The messenger will know who you are if you say, 'Johnson.'"
Carla drew a napkin out of the dispenser and drew a big "J" on it. "Give this to the messenger after you get the package so I know you have it. That's really all I have to offer tonight; you two can get to know each other better if you like, but there's little use in me staying around."
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:10
Carla
Commlink Passive
Carla wasn't comfortable handing out any more specific information, either verbally or electronically, in such a public environment. She also wasn't comfortable sticking around for a possible fist-fight.
"I don't have any more information for either of you tonight, so you don't have to get to work quite yet. It would probably be best that you got to see the nieghborhood where this whole thing started, so I will arrange for a drop-off at the Sanctuary of St. Ignatius at twelve noon tomorrow. Wait at the bottom of the front steps of the church, and I will send you a messenger with all the information I have. The messenger will know who you are if you say, 'Johnson.'"
Carla drew a napkin out of the dispenser and drew a big "J" on it. "Give this to the messenger after you get the package so I know you have it. That's really all I have to offer tonight; you two can get to know each other better if you like, but there's little use in me staying around."
Mag´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:20
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Krait: "It´s your money, boss, and your friend´s time, so, how ever you like it. Looking forward to see you again!"
He shook her hand once more. Something fealt strange about her handshake, he couldn´t quiet pinpoint, probably just the gloves.
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:20
Krait - Meeting Ms. Johnson
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Krait: "It´s your money, boss, and your friend´s time, so, how ever you like it. Looking forward to see you again!"
He shook her hand once more. Something fealt strange about her handshake, he couldn´t quiet pinpoint, probably just the gloves.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:30
Carla
Passive
Carla stood, waiting for Paddy to move so she could exit the booth. As she looked at him, she recalled his requested form of payment.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" she asked.
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:30
Carla
Passive
Carla stood, waiting for Paddy to move so she could exit the booth. As she looked at him, she recalled his requested form of payment.
"Do you have a place to stay tonight?" she asked.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:30
Conall
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Krait: "So, are you going to hit my face or are we going to get a beer? Both? Neither?"
Conall felt his new employer get up next to him, but he didn't move and inch.
"I'm just warning ye lad. Keep yer snooping to yerself and be glad about it."
The young shaman pushed himself out of the booth, stepping aside to let Carla pass.
"If yed be referring to the cockroach infested den I'm lodging in, yes, I've got a place to stay tonight. he said in a slight chuckle.
Not giving Frank a second look, or even a little goodbye, Conall simply walked through the dinner and to the door, pushing it open with his elbow... and keeping it open. After a few seconds passed, he threw a glance toward Carla, as if expecting her to follow.
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:30
Conall
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Krait: "So, are you going to hit my face or are we going to get a beer? Both? Neither?"
Conall felt his new employer get up next to him, but he didn't move and inch.
"I'm just warning ye lad. Keep yer snooping to yerself and be glad about it."
The young shaman pushed himself out of the booth, stepping aside to let Carla pass.
"If yed be referring to the cockroach infested den I'm lodging in, yes, I've got a place to stay tonight. he said in a slight chuckle.
Not giving Frank a second look, or even a little goodbye, Conall simply walked through the dinner and to the door, pushing it open with his elbow... and keeping it open. After a few seconds passed, he threw a glance toward Carla, as if expecting her to follow.
Meg´s Place, near Sea-Tac International Airport, Perimeter Road, Seattle, Sea-Tac
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:450
Conall
Commlink Passive
Carla turned around to face Krait after exiting the booth.
"Thanks for being patient," Carla muttered to him, hoping he wouldn't let the other elf's behavior bother him. At a regular volume, she continued, "Remember: tomorrow, front steps, twelve o'clock sharp."
With that, she donned her coat and headed out the door Paddy was holding open.
Monday 08/04/70 21:43:450
Conall
Commlink Passive
Carla turned around to face Krait after exiting the booth.
"Thanks for being patient," Carla muttered to him, hoping he wouldn't let the other elf's behavior bother him. At a regular volume, she continued, "Remember: tomorrow, front steps, twelve o'clock sharp."
With that, she donned her coat and headed out the door Paddy was holding open.
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