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Post by Deals with dragons on May 8, 2018 19:15:18 GMT
The walk is agonizingly uncomfortable, Tag trying multiple times to strike up conversation but is met with silence. It doesn't help that the cold and damp weather is less than pleasant this evening. With the way Hija is acting, Tag is worried about her continued cooperation. She figures that the best way to keep Hija from walking away would be to make sure the clothes that they purchase work out. Having given up on conversation, Tag pulls out her commlink and begins searching current fashion trends. The comm's display explodes with millions of images, articles, ads, ads, ads, more ads, click bait, even more ads, and a few more ads for good measure. Tag sighs, realizing her mistake. Regardless, she scans a couple results [Ew, gross, nope, ugh, uh no, is that even "clothing", that's not too bad... ¥2,000? Ha! not a chance. Well this isn't helpful] Scrolling a bit more, her thoughts cycle through her previous reactions without change. Tag sighs again, closing the search and wiping her history, hoping to keep future fashion ads to a minimum. Racking her brain for what to do, Tag decides that it's time to call a lifeline. Tag types out a quick message to Snitch Tag: "Hey Snitch, you're good at blending in, yeah? Well long story short, it's been a long time since I've been immersed in high society, and a longer time since I cared about the culture. So, mind doing me a favor and helping out with clothing suggestions?" With the message sent, Tag puts the comm away. A few seconds later, Hija suddenly speaks. In response, Tag: "Well, just be sure nothing goes wrong I guess. I'll try to negotiate as best I can, but just try to keep the playing field tipped in our favor as best you can."
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Quhzk
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Post by Quhzk on May 8, 2018 21:27:32 GMT
Tag: "Hey Snitch, you're good at blending in, yeah? Well long story short, it's been a long time since I've been immersed in high society, and a longer time since I cared about the culture. So, mind doing me a favor and helping out with clothing suggestions?"
Snitch: "Tough call, it's a bit easier for fellas but my go to method is to look at a crowd in the neighborhood you're heading to and just look for someone who doesn't catch your attention and copy that - I'll walk over to the restaurant and send a feed of the crowd, meet you guys here."
Finishing his beer and leaving a generous tip, Alex walks towards his destination with his eyes set to stream to Tag's comm. Making an effort to appreciate any well dressed women walking past, he eventually reaches the doorman of the restaurant.
Doorman: "Good evening, do you have a reservation?"
Snitch: "Yeah, it should be under the name Felix, I'm a bit early"
Checking his list, the doorman nods and states "You're on the list, room #3 - I'll need to check your bag before you enter as our clientele appreciate a level of security, I'm sure you understand."
Replying "Of course", Snitch sets his thumbprint to the key-configuration to open the top compartment of the case, his pistol and dissassembled rifle hidden in the lower compartment.
Stealth Roll - D7atmwYZ10d6 Doorman - 6d6
Although the doormans eyes seem to notice the extra thickness of the case under the opened compartment, he appears satisfied with the search and says "Thank you for your time sir, as you are early please make yourself comfortable at the bar until the room is free for your party."
Walking into the mood-lit entrance, Snitch sees a familiar face at the bar and sits at the stool to Cochise's right and orders an Irish Coffee.
"Good to see you made it, I trust you brought some merchandise for the meeting? Quite the unusual circumstances, but looks like we'll get a nice meal out of this at the very least."10d6·6d6
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 9, 2018 3:47:29 GMT
Tags attention is drawn to her comm once again, a feed of Snitches Pov fills the screen. [ugh, seems that not even weather can stop fashion in its tracks] Skirts, light shirts, and what might be considered jackets are what seem to be the women drone apparel. [Skirt, no thanks. Light shirt, nah I'm wearing ballistic-weave and not switching. Jacket or coat, not a bad idea... As much as I hate putting aside my synth leather jacket, I'll do it for the sake of blending in.] Just as she's thinking this, they arrive at Prosperity Apparel. Tag pushes open the door and an automated bell tone plays. The store itself is not incredibly large, but it is filled with all sorts of clothing. The cashier, a female beta likely in her 30s, looks to the door and greets Tag and Hija. Cashier: "Good evening ladies, what can I help you with?" Tag: "We're looking to buy some clothing for a formal dinner." Cashier: "Ah, well you'll likely find what you need here. Feel free to ask if you have questions." Tag nods politely before setting off to find something suitable. [Black pants, black duffle coat. That'll work. I'm pretty sure enough people had been wearing something similar] The total cost is steep, but fits Tags budget just fine. She makes a quick stop to the changing room to make sure the clothes fit and don't look awful on her. Tag then waits for Hija to pick out some clothes.
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Post by Random Task on May 9, 2018 7:20:08 GMT
“Yes, I managed to get a little sumtin’, sumtin’ in here for our little rendezvous. Not exactly what I’m used to bringing. Slick as you are I know you can handle yourself in here.”
Cochise continues, after recognizing his new bar mate, Snitch.
“So, seems like you knew quite a few of the people involved in that last business underground. Any take home messages a chummer should know?”
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2018 16:29:27 GMT
@prosperity Apparel: The nice thing about these clothing stores up in the AA zone is you get 3d scanned on the way in, and everyone's comlinks are piped AROs to guide you to all of the things in the store that will fit you. Yah, the clothes cost a lot more - but these trips can be short and to the point. Sigrid, the attendant, is polite, and assuages the fish-out-of-water feeling that tag, and more so Hija, feel. KwE724Lco47L playfully erases some of the AROs that Tag might see, whispering to Hija - "Not enough feathers." @franchise Wars: At the central bar a variety of people socialize, some cluster on one end near an AutoBar that precisely mixes cocktails via Bionic Bar, others on the other end where a handsome male / female duo mix drinks as a team and are capable of conversation. Surrounding the bar area are passages that lead off to the ten rooms / mini restaurants. #3, your place, currently has a marque reading "Gwynett Street". AR feeds indicate you order one ingredient from a list, and you get between 3-6 different dishes featuring that ingrediant, arranged in a flight, like you might get at a wine tasting. Some of the passages that lead off into the dinning rooms are dimly lit, a couple have yellow, and one is lit red. Your passage is dimly lit.
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Post by Admin on May 9, 2018 17:14:28 GMT
A quick review of the restaurant's policies indicates that the person who makes the reservation can opt to activate far more sophisticated weapon scanners in the hall that leads to the dinning room than the bouncer at the door uses. The bouncer makes sure no one gets in with an assault rifle or bandolier of grenades.
Since y'all made the reservation, will you activate the detectors? They won't sound an alarm, but the color indicates the potential lethality of the weapons already in the room when you arrive.
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Quhzk
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on May 9, 2018 20:44:50 GMT
Snitch: "Well I read that Tag can take care of herself in a melee for a little thing, but she's got a hot temper at times, and this Felix guy doesn't have the best reputation so we may have to keep things nice and cool. From her file Hija seems like she'll be great to have around but I'm not sure how a kid will handle a scuffle if things get messy. No clue who that Rhys fella was last time or if he'll be swinging by."
Sipping his drink, he looks towards the dining room and notes the unlit weapon detection indicator, and the AR description for the system appears below it.
Snitch: "How you feel about the scanners? I'm not much good with my fists these days so I'm not a fan of keeping that light nice and happy, so perhaps a little professional courtesy is in order and just leaving the whole thing off. Not like our benefactors won't be bringing their own merch to a business meeting anyway."
Finishing his drink Snitch leans towards the room from his stool, showing a readyness to head to the room once Cochise is ready.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 10, 2018 1:21:45 GMT
Hija: “Mhmm, nothing goes wrong and every advantage.”
Hija found Tag’s answer to be not to her liking, though in her current state any answer would get the same response. This one however was broad and vague, which turn meant there would be plenty for Hija to do once they got to the meeting. She returned to silence while her companion busied herself with her commlink. Hija did manage to catch a glance of what captivated Tag, no doubt the latest fashions demonstrated by the London AA crowd.
Following behind Tag into Prosperity Apparel Hija looked around bemusedly at the selection on offer. While it appeared light and breezy there was a certain heaviness and darkness to each item. With a glance to Sigrid, who returned with a pleasant smile, Hija continued after Tag who quickly pulled together something suitable and disappeared into the changing rooms. Hija picked up a smaller version of Tag’s dark duffle coat and rubbed the fabric between her fingers.
This was the first time Hija had stepped into AA clothing store let alone a British one. She had seen more than a couple in Atzlan but most of those stocked brands associated with Aztechnology to some degree. The clothes she wound up with were either cheap bulk clothing from discount stores or finely sewn garments made in the ‘old ways.’ Loose, flamboyant and patterned with a healthy mix of paint across the body and animalistic trophies to accent the styles. She missed her old robes, they were comfy and cool, made especially for her and adjusted as she grew. Most of all they made her feel special and important. Here she was now, considering how best to copy someone else to blend in.
QU37Z41C0471: “Not enough feathers.”
Hija stifled a giggle.
Hija: “I know right, does their colour choice have to match the weather by law or something? Everything is so dark, drab and serious. Its almost depressing, where are the patterns? the colours? It all looks like it weighs a tonne too. I mean look at this!”
Hija picked up a pale black and white dress and held it aloft so that the fabric covered her front.
Hija: “What’s all this and this, far too much. Are they afraid of their legs and arms or something? No wonder everyone’s pale and miserable all the time. And look at that 100% synthetic material, nothing natural about it, probably pumped out of a design by some poor overworked machine too.”
QU37Z41C0471: “I do not think you can blame for covering up little one, consider the weather tonight is all too common, cold and wet. You yourself have taken refuge in your hoodie at most times ever since you arrived. But my point, Tag as opted to blend in, to conform. This may or may not help her, it seems after all she does not care too much for all this and would rather it were done with. Is this what you want to do, Hija of Dawn?”
Hija lowered the dress, studying its simple lined pattern as if it had some great meaning, before placing it back on its rack. She looked to the AROs guiding her around to some supposed suitable clothes other than finding out she had grown since last time she had measured she found their guidance less than useful. Taking matters into her own hands she scattered them, sending them on voyages of discovery into the seas of the off season deposit, the discontinued storage and the discounted damaged goods aisle to find what she was looking for. Entering the sectioned cubicle with a small haul of mismatched items Hija emerged from the changing rooms a few moments later with her ensemble, a simple short sleeved crimson t-shirt with delicate crochet work lining along the shoulders, all save the crochet flowers were hidden beneath a sapphire blue cold shoulder dress with thin mesh running up the neck and down the arms. The dress was designed for someone a fair bit shorter than the lanky teen leaving the hem to be several inches higher along her thighs than what was originally intended. A simple pair of dark shorts peeked from beneath the dress leaving nothing until below Hija’s knees where a pair of black fabric flat boots took over. Above it all Hija had pulled an overly large shawl into a makeshift poncho and hood to defend against the icy damp of London's climate.
Hija found herself admiring the winter attire she had manage to put together, twirling in the mirror to she how everything flowed when she moved. She appeared quite pleased with herself until she caught Tag’s reflection. Hija turned and shrugged, voicelessly asking Tag for her opinion.
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 10, 2018 18:49:50 GMT
Tag watches as Hija steps out of the changing room, it's hard not to notice her as she walks to a mirror. Somewhere in the back of Tags mind, a place she rarely listens to, she notes that the outfit is a bit too colorful all things considered. The design is a bit... odd, but overall it doesn't look so bad to Tag. And the fact that Hija looks happy makes Tag feel much more hopeful about her cooperation. But that nagging thought spreads through her mind, deflating her confidence. She doesnt want to, but she might have to suggest a change. As Hija notices she's being watched, her smile sinks to a neutral expression. The transformation is infectious, further dragging Tag down. She manages to put on a confident face, trying to figure out what to say. Tag: "Not bad, but I'm a little concerned about how a bird of paradise will fit in with the Pigeons and Crows, if you catch my meaning. Perhaps you should get something to wear over it?" It pains Tag to say it, but she knows that it's likely for the best. Though whether Hija sees it that way is another issue. Tag: "I don't want to attract unwanted attention is all. But I guess if that's alright with you, I won't stop you." Tags rational mind is kicking herself for completely flopping on the issue, but it just didn't feel right to tell Hija no.
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 10, 2018 21:34:43 GMT
Hija: "Bird of paradise? I've never known one to be so dull... This is more a robin than anything, if were still using bird metaphors. As we are going into an double 'A' area would a comparison to something more elegant like a swan or raven, I suppose, be more apt for the lower echelons of high society? Not really common pigeons or crows. Pedantry aside I get your point, you 'don't want to attract unwanted attention.'"
The robin glared around at her paltry collection of untouched coats and jackets and tried to pick out which would be best and hiding away her bright plumage and appear just like all the other birds. Pulling on the sleeves with a look of clear disdain for the garment she gazed back to Tag as a lingering thought reared its head.
Hija: "Earlier you said I did not need to be at the meeting if I was worried, I said I did need to be there irregardless of my worry. That is not strictly true, it would just be easier. As I've said before it is your show and if you don't want to draw attention then consider this. Going to this meeting will be you, two men, either one of whom could easily be your father, and Seo Silva. Of what we know none of the above look remotely like me. Further without any familial connection in appearance or behavior, I doubt Conchise is going to pull off a decent father figure nor me actually behaving like his daughter on the fly, an unrelated child is going to be odd, stand out, draw attention."
Hija shrugged off the long, dark garment and adjusted her original attire once again.
Hija: "Make a choice, I will either go as this and possibly draw attention but be on hand or I will remain at your home and the only attention will be from yourselves, expect some travel time on your Matrix requests however."
She turned to look up at Tag, in the eyes for a change, and simply stood. A dutiful drone awaiting for orders from above.
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Post by Random Task on May 10, 2018 23:08:00 GMT
"Well, Snitch old boy, as the saying goes, smoke'em if ya got'em. I hope ya got some good ones. Hopefully this kinda over the top place doesn't attract the double crossin' kinda Johnson."
"Lead on."
Cochise follows Snitch into their dining area. Indonesion, is it? Can't say it's something Cochise is familiar with....
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Post by Deals with dragons on May 11, 2018 17:09:49 GMT
Tag is silent for a moment. Her eyes never leaving Hijas. Tag: "... I don't want to make a big deal about this. You should come to the meeting. I think that it would just cause unnecessary problems if we request payment for someone who isn't in the meeting. And we don't know what kind of security this place has, if some place like the Croc's cove has a faraday cage, who knows what kind of matrix countermeasures this place could have." Tag breaks the eye contact to turn around and walk to the counter. Apearantly the items they selected have been tracked in the matrix, so the checkout is quick and doesn't require scanning. Tag pays for both of them despite Hija saying she would use the money Tag had already payed her. Tag thanks Sigrid and turns to Hija, who's staring at her back. Tag: "Come on, we'll be late if we don't hurry." Tag walks out the door, and waits for Hija to catch up before they continue to Franchise Wars tag hadn't borough any weapon besides her stun baton, an easily concealed device that could easily be mistaken for a small flashlight. As expected, the bouncer at the door wasn't able to find anything on Tag, perhaps a bit afraid to mess around with an alpha. stealth for concealment _AkUKmZm1-61-61-61-61-61-61-61-6 Hits:3
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Post by prissyprincesscyan on May 11, 2018 18:49:57 GMT
Hija: “A very logical series of points. As you wish I will go, and be the ‘who’ who does know what Franchise Wars has for Matrix security” Muttering gratitude to the unexpected payment of her garments Hija follows Tag in somewhat better spirits than when she had left the house as they make their way over to a subway terminal. The map of the lines was laid out in a pleasingly simple way and, with a little hurried platform hopping, the pair found themselves a short walk away from the restaurant with minutes to spare. The London subway was nothing if not efficient after two hundred and seven years of service. Just as Snitch had said the building was a sheer facade of concrete and black glass along with an imposing yet tastefully chromed bouncer managing the door. Letting Tag pass along their reservation under Felix Hija tried to enter only to stopped by the sudden metal hand blocking her path. His training along with notably pocketless design of her new outfit draw his metalic eyes over to the square bulge around her hip.
Hija: "Uhh, its a tranq gun. For self defense?"
For telling the truth, as she produced the holstered weapon from her short's waistband, Hija earned a very quick pat down before being allowed into the bar area with Tag. It was a rather new and discomforting experience for Hija but she did note that the bouncer managed to miss any sign of her knife along the side of her shin. Neither weapon were particularly dangerous in her hands but it was better to have something and not need it rather than need something and not have it. In any case the weapon was returned after the bouncer sent a message on his commlink, most likely to some security database that kept track of the patrons and their armaments.
Hija slowly strode over to their booth, taking in the lively atmosphere from the bar. Her eyes naturally were drawn to the two overworked bionic barman mixing drinks at a rapid pace without even a word of thanks from the people around them. Unlike the there two human colleagues who seemed to be drawing a lot of the attention from the patrons. Sending the injustice to the back of her mind Hija peered into the room and saw Snitch and Conchise were already making themselves comfortable.
Hija: "Hola, you two. Are you both umm good for tonight?"
She joined them in the mini restaurant and looked between the pair, despite Snitch's comment it seemed both them had done their own version of 'playing dress up.' They were admittedly rather smart in their suits, though Conchise maintained his signature hat. At the very least they cleaned up well enough to blend in. While two of her eyes were on them Hija's others were hard at work. The dragonfly brooch that held her poncho together looked over each of the cameras, sensors and the odd terminal that dotted the room, the bulbous ring on her finger was squarely fixed on the as of yet non functioning weapon scanner and last of all her completely non-physical eyes started to collate reams and reams of data on the building, its security contracts, past incidents, its reputation both as a business and among criminal ties.
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Alex "Snitch" Putnam
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Post by Quhzk on May 11, 2018 20:47:25 GMT
OOC: Posted this about 2 minutes before the admin post, and as its contradictory consider this scrapped - keeping it up for now if you'd like, feel free to delete it.
Snitch: "Glad you could join us, we were actually just about to head in. Thats a fun outfit you have there, glad you brought the brooch - and yeah, us old fellas know to never come to a dinner party without bringing something nice for our hosts."
Getting off of his barstool Snitch led the way towards the door leading to the private dining area. A deceptively heavy sliding door opened to reveal a long dark wooden table, with seating area for 12. A fashionably styled pair of track lights ran the length of the table, illuminating each place and seat. Beyond the table was an open kitchen area, fully stocked with the essentials and a laundry list of un-nameable gadgets to anyone but a skilled cook. The chef and hosting party had not yet arrived however the sound of running water that came from the en suite washroom implied that, perhaps the chef, was preparing himself for the evening to come. Walking towards the table showed that four spots towards the door had been set, with a full range of cutlery, glassware, and napkins awaiting the group. On the other side of the table every seat had been set, as though either a large group were on their way, or the organizer had not RSVP'd the size of his entourage. The middle-most seat on the kitchen side has a small thick paper card with the word "Reserved" elegantly hand written on it.
Taking the right-most seat of the door-side of the table, Snitch settles in. As the room is currently filled with only his allies, he takes the opportunity to open his case, pull out his revolver, and stick it into the inside breast-pocket of his jacket: not as concealed nor as handy as his usually holster, however much handier then the inside of a briefcase.
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Post by Admin on May 11, 2018 21:00:38 GMT
@the Entrance to Franchise Wars The bouncers ejects the clip of the dart gun and briefly inspects the ammo, and seems to believe the coding on the clip that it's a simple paralytic. He returns it to Hija without incident. @inside at the bar. A few moments after you meet up inside and say your hellos, a man strides into the room from the entrances, pauses briefly surveying the room, and stops when he sees Tag. Tag - This guy looks like an older version of your dad - so much so that you are either being trolled or he is likely related to you. The circle of alphas isn't that big. His faces eases a small amount, and he nods at your group from across the room, then turns and walks into #3 without looking back. Your comlinks all blip, it's a message from Felix: "Heyahya. The employer said I wouldn't be required, he went in already - y'all want me there or wouldya like to keep it private. Your call chummers."
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