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Post by Braddoc on Apr 12, 2006 23:23:19 GMT -5
The parking lot outside the restaurant was full. The time being what is was, it was a natural thing as most of the suits and wageslaves were in their half day "exercise" period, lucky you you took a cab..'could be because you don';t have wheels yet..
[whisper=boombaby] Turning around the seemingly full parking lot, you spot an empty place right near the dumpster. Letting sight of relief, you parked your vehicle and get out. As you do, the dumpster's side door open, showing off an old man, well over 50, missing a few teeth, his body wearing rags of all sorts. "Hey Tommy, you came bac..hey, you're not Tommy, get out of my lawn you hippie!" his slammed the side door, crazed mumbling can be heard coming form the inside of the dumpster. Wondering what happened, you shook that situation out of your head, and proceeded to the front door[/whisper]
Opening the first set of double glassed-doors, you cross path with 2 young boys, trying their best to get the vintage chained-down bubble gum machine to work. "Where's the credstick reader? I can't see it." "Maybe it's in the back somewhere." Leaving them in their clueless search, you passed the second set of double doors entering in the dining area of the restaurant, greeted by the cacophonous sound of 50 conversation happening at once and a small sign resting atop a pole "Please wait here, our staff will guide you to your table. Thank you." The restaurant seems to be at full capacity, suits and skirts talking, drinking, eating, the waiters, waitresses and buzz-boys, white shirts and tie at the ready, going about their job. The staff itself was mixed: you could see a few metas, mostly orks and elves. Even the noise itself seems less loud than when you first came in, there was no screaming, loud music or horrible lighting, short of the few easily noticeable laughs, the patrons were all talking in a normal tone, but their numbers only made it overwhelming for the ear until they became accustomed to it.
A well-dressed man in his thirties, wearing a light red jacket, perfectly ironed black pants and matching bow tie, approached you. "Good day" He smiled at you, but his eyes seems to be somewhat hiding something "I'm terribly sorry, but we must ask you to wait for a while, all of our tables are currently being used, it will not take more than 15 minutes, I guarantee it." Explaining that you are being waited on, he seems more cheerful, his smile getting a little more larger and more honest. "Ah Excellent, Mr. Jackson's party. Please follow me" He guides you a bit in the back of the restaurant, zigzagging around the tables. Some patrons gives you a quick look, a few long stares, but most ignore you, busy with their conversation or eating. Not alot of soyfood was seen, all of the dishes seems filled with the real thing. Arriving in front of 2 wooden doors, the well-dressed man opened them and invited you to enter, before closing them behind you.
You landed in a rather large room, about 125'x75'. Tables fill the sides while in the center lies a wooden floor, perfect for dances. 3 square tables made out of wood were in the middle of the dance floor, an ork sitting a the far end of them, eating something out of a bowl, 5 chairs were around them, but only surrounding the 2 remaining tables with a giant chair fit for a King, or something large, facing the ork.
The ork, looking around 25. wearing a rather clean and well ironed black suit with red tie, sporting short dark hair and a small, but very noticeable scar which starts from his temple , following his lower jaw bone, stopping a few inches from his chin. He stood up waving at the chairs "Good day , goodday...take a seat, make yourself comfortable, it'll start shortly" He remained standing up until you got a seat, then he sat down and kept eating his meal, a delicious-smelling stew of some sort with his wooden spoon-for-a-hand.
[whisper=brute]As you go drinking your salt less hot cold soy-coffee tea, you are suddenly hit with a moment of lucidity. Why were you here agin?..something about someguy named Jack..or what is the son of Jack....no wait..Jackson! Walking to a well-dressed man wearing a light red jacket, you tell him about your rendez-vous with Jackson. The man gave you a weird look, looking at your clothings with disgust and guides you to a pair of wooden doors a bit in the back of the restaurant., opening them, he motion for you to get inside, seemingly relived to see you out of the other customer's view and quickly closed the doors. (OOC: I know you had a thing going with what you wrote in the recruiting thread, but I must admit I forgot to the you a couple of things, like who to meet and such, so my bad..you can use the paragraph to get in, or continue with your line of action from the recruiting thread.)[/whisper]
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 13, 2006 0:30:07 GMT -5
((Description=Human Male around 5'10" and 195 lbs. Short cropped black hair, obvious cybereyes. Kinda looks like he could be everyones best friend. Is currently dressed in Tres Chic Clothing and a Mortimer "Ulysses" Coat which does nothing to hide the Cybernetic tail twitching out the back.))
I will stand behind a random chair. "Is there anything to drink? My throat is kinda dry."
[whisper=Braddoc]I want to cycle through my perception cyberware to check out the room and the Ork sitting at the table. Also I am wearing my Form Fitting Full Body Suit (Armor) Conceal 12 B/I 4/1, and carrying my extendable baton Conceal 11[/whisper]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2006 2:38:20 GMT -5
Gunther's contact had told him to dress nice, but with falling asleep on the couch and then having to finish the latest batch for Brutus and the gang, he'd been up most of the night. He'd fell asleep early in the morning and slept late. No time to get some new clothes, so he'd had to settle for wetting down his hair, and brushing down his clothing with a corn broom. No one had deemed themselves brave enough on the way over, to tell Gunther that there was some stray straws still attached to the back of his leg.
The Maitre de gave a raised eyebrow look at Gunther when he arrived, but didnt say anything, being the professional that he was. Several of the patrons gave Gunther disgusted looks and were obviously complaining about the degeneration of the standards of dress codes and clientelle, but all were careful not to say it distinctly enough for Gunther to hear. Gunther let the others do the talking until they were in the back room. The room looked like it doubled as a dance hall. Perhaps it is after dark... Gunther mused to himself.
After Mr. Jackson said his piece, Gunther took advantage of the extra large chair and flopped himself into it heavily, after checking it circumspectly to see if it would hold him.
"Yah, what he said. I could use me a drink too. This hot part of the day always make a man thirsty..." Gunther glances around when a small silence falls. "Err, makes a troll thirsty??" he looks in askance.
"Well, Mr. Jackson. I assume since you asked for us, you know who we are, but I believe in being friendly, so lemme introduce myself. In fact, why dont we all introduce ourselves. My name is Gunther, but people in my neighbor hood call me Doc Boom, or da Bomb. You guys can call me whichever you like..." Gunther pauses as everyone else goes around the table introducing themselves.
"My contact mentioned that there might be something to eat in this deal? Any truth to that claim there Mr. Jackson?"
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Gunther is a huge hulk of a troll, standing several inches over 7' and weighing in at around 539 pounds. Most of the time Gunther dresses in tattered clothes and has the rough appearance of someone down on his luck. A troll down on his luck. What's so different about that??
Two large tusks curl back down around his ears split by a tuft of what used to be blonde hair. The hair has grown out somewhat and puffs up whistfully and is kind of wild most of the time but looks like it has recently been scrunched down. His clothes look like something has brushed across them recently and there appears to be some light blue power of some sort attached to assorted parts of both his arms, like he was leaning on a table with his forearms dragging thru something on the table. There is a mild and mildly offensive odor emminating from the large meta, but he seems oblivious. An obviously new and top of the line datajack is installed in his right temple just below his horn.
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 13, 2006 18:10:12 GMT -5
"So Mr. Gunther, we meet again." A smile breaks out over Simons face as he says this. "Man I love the old vids. For those who don't know me, and this includes myself. I answer to Xenomarch." The smile fades as he gets to that last part.
[whisper=Braddoc]Just checking to see if you got my last Whisper.[/whisper]
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Post by brute on Apr 13, 2006 19:42:34 GMT -5
(no problem mate... I can play it out "Hiya, is this where Jacks son is? I'm supposed to be meeting him here for something. I wish I had known this was going to be a formal meeting, I would've worn my best lab coat. ((ignore my original intro)) *A man about early thirtees stands just inside the doorway with a pleasant smelling drink in his hand. In the other hand he holds a metallic briefcase. You can determine his brown hair would be a little less than shoulder length if it wasn't in the ponytail. Nicely polished shoes however.* "Ok then... I see a chair over there and you all seem preoccupied by the picture of the hippo behind me to speak so I'm going to just sit down. I'm Cody... I mean Matt Rix, which is really ridiculous because I don't hack computers, but a friend of mine said it'd be a good name. He still laughs about it when he calls me."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2006 22:30:18 GMT -5
Gunther nods his head at Xenomarch. "Greetings again chummer. But its just Gunther. No 'Mr.' at all. I see Mr. Jackson is bringin in some talent. That's a plus." Gunther gives the chair beside him a nudge with his foot pushing the chair out slightly, giving the strange human an opportunity to sit beside him...
When Matt Rix speaks, Gunther looks him over trying to determine what sort of role the stranger would play in the group. He had never met the man before, but the man reminded him of a student Gunther knew at university. The man was a total book worm. Brilliant, but completely out to lunch...
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 13, 2006 22:33:55 GMT -5
(OOC: yeah Xeno, I got your last whisper thingy)
The ork nodded while swallowing a spoonful of his stew. He turned his head facing the right side wall
"Hey Henry.....HENRY! 2 PITCHERS OF WATER, 5 GLASSES AND 2 STEW! MAKE ONE TROLL-SIZED!" He turned back to you, grabbing a spoonful of his meal "'It won't be long, they good fast service here" As he swallowed his portion, an Ork wearing white cook clothing came in the room from a hidden door, it's lineout now noticeable from the tables you were gathered around. Carrying 2 pitchers, 5 glasses, 2 bowls, one largely bigger than the other and 2 spoons, again one bigger than the other. He walked fast, keeping all items in perfect balance, putting the large bowl and spoon in front of Gunther, alongside a pitcher of water. He distributed the glasses around the places, filling up Xenomarch and the Ork's glasses with iced-water, before putting down the remaining bowl in front of Xeno, alongside the last spoon, without saying nothing, he returned to the not-hidden-anymore door, and disappeared behind it.
The Stew seems to be a mix of meat, potatoes and carrots, there's a few pieces of green vegetables here and there, but like you care, it smelled good, looked even better and it was Real food.
"Eat up, it's the chef's specialty, it's so good it's worst than BTL, I'll tell you that."
==== The ork seems a little confused with Matt Rix's introduction. He seems to look behind him a couple of times, scratching his scar with a questioned look. After Everyone was seated, he sat down again, getting a drink of water, looking at it, then at Matt's drink.
"Say, nice smelling drink you got there Mr. Rix. Would you also care for some food? The stew's the best thing around here...."
[whisper=Xenomarch] ok for the gear. The room itself seems to be well isolated, you cannot hear nothing outside from it, except from the far out right wall, where metallic obejct and people talking can be heard...The ork seems to have no cyberware, but his thermal signature shows no heat starting half-way from his right forearm to his wooden-spoon-for-a-hand. He's also seems to be carring something under his right arm, could be a weapon (Just something quick: Is that vision mag electronics 3 used to spot electronics devices?) you can clearly heard the sound of double doors opening, and some one (Brute's char Matt Rix) entering, before the door closed you also catch words of a conversation "Clark doesn't know shit about my work, why doesn't he get his hands dirty instead of going back home at 2?" "Yeah, well I did hear.." The door is closed, blocking you from knowing what was the deal with that Clark person[/whisper]
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Post by Porter on Apr 13, 2006 22:56:47 GMT -5
The instructions Erick had received about the meet were plain and simple. Though it was his first visit to the Manhattan Grill, during his days in Louisiana, he had been to his share of similar places. But this time it would not be for the enjoyment of the food. Erick briefly surveyed the clientele mix when he was escorted back to the rear, not really interested in the meals being ingested, but rather for those who spend too much time observing him.
Upon entering the room, his emerald orbs sparkle with an energy when he focuses on those present. Moving with deceptive grace, Erick's 6'1" frame carrying a solid 225 pounds, he maneuvers to one of the open chairs at the table. A courtesy nod is given to the Ork when it becomes evident he is the one who gathered the group together, before he offers the same to the others. The off the rack linen jacket is unbuttoned, revealing more of the wardrobe beneath. As Erick's thumb toys with the hermatite ring on his index finger, the ivory bead wrap encasing his wrist peeks out from the cuff of his shirt.
"Missin' someone?" Erick asks when he notices the empty chair.
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Post by jblack on Apr 14, 2006 2:11:40 GMT -5
Jorinda arrives at the Manhattan Grill, wearing a green halter dress and heels that added a couple inches to her height of 5'9. As she rides in the cab to the restaurant, she studies her hair and makeup. They were perfect, just as they had been when she'd had the interview with Dom. She noted that she was going to be fashionably late. Well, that was going to cut into the cabbie's tip.
The Maitre D's eyes light up as Jorinda walks into the restaurant. She smiles at him, "I'm with Mr. Jackson's party." She offers, and watches the disappointment appear on his face. Even so, he leads her to the back room. Jorinda looks around as she walks through the restaurant. Real food, it seemed, was the order of the day. She is aware that people are staring at her as she passes by, but she ignores them.
The man holds the door open for Jorinda, and she mutters a word of thanks. There was one empty chair, and Jorinda goes to take it, moving her hair back behind her pointed ears. A subtle sign to the wait staff that she was an elf...and a vegetarian.
With the others watching, Jorinda settles into the seat gracefully, and crosses her legs. "Sorry I'm late." She offers. "Traffic was a bitch."
(Sorry for the late reply guys...West Coast + Game + Browser Problems)
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Post by brute on Apr 14, 2006 7:50:55 GMT -5
"I'd love to have some lunch. I assume the stew is ph'd to 7.35 otherwise we may all have some gastrointestinal difficulties. If so, I have a special serum I have developed. Not only will it restore your gastric juices to their premium balance, but it will also coat the smooth in you small intestines for an easier time discarding the remnants of the foreign substance as well. I call it: goodtummymakemepoo. I'm afraid Renraku won't allow me to distribute it anymore... remember that incident a few months ago when all their personnel crapped themselves at roughly the same time? *looks down sheepishly*
looks over to the emerging "human?" (Erick) and watches him sit down. Right in front of everyone Matt loudly whispers to him "Pssst... wanna get your hands on some Buxus Magisemperviren? I've got 2 fruits... only 350¥ each, thats 150 off the regular price... well I don't have them with me, but I can get them...((ooc:Buxus Magisemperviren is also named demonseed. Game speaking, the effects are: DUration 1d6+essense hours. When Demonseed is inhaled all spirits have a +2 modifier to TN against the user. They also suffer -2 to all power levels also against the user. It's primary attraction though is a magician under the influence who has summoned a spirit has a much greater chance of not being attacked by the spirit should it go free. If the free spirit atacks the summoning mage, even after the effects have worn off, the spirits ratings are all halved. Thats the good side. Bad side... gotta resist 3s damage... hey, we all got problems...))
"HEYYYYYY I know you!!!! It's Becky, right? no? Lisa? Michelle? Diane? Well I remember you were at my suprise birthday party! And I remember we were on a romantic cruise together... either that or it was a speedboat and we were getting shot at... I know it's one of the two. Hey, I remembered the password... it was bananafruggen. Just thought you'd like to know that... Hows your cat?"
Matt makes a gesture suggesting his cup is empty and he'd like a refill.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2006 17:04:21 GMT -5
Gunther notes the slightly late arrival of the Human who plunks himself down across the table, as he hungrily shovels the delicious stew into his mouth. It seemed that ever since he turned into a troll, he could never eat enough, and since this was a free meal, he was making big inroad into the opportunity. Near the end of the first bowl, Gunther gently, well gently for a troll anyways, nudges Xenomarch who had been observing the troll devour the large bowl of steaming goop, and talking quietly to himself. Xenomarch emerged from his reverie as Gunther pushed his chair back and took a couple quick steps to the door to sweep Jorinda up off her feet in a big, but gentle hug, twirling her around once before putting her down again, slightly ruffled.
"Jorinda, chummer. Good ta see you. I didn't know you were invited on this little shindig? It'll be nice to have a friend or two covering my back again..." At this point, Gunther throws a finger over his shoulder towards the strange man with the tail they had gotten to know a little bit during the Ripper business. Xemomarch had pretty much kept to himself, and the rest of the group had left him be, mostly cause he seemed to be talking to himself most of the time. The cybered up human had proved himself in a fight more than once however, and Gunther thought he could trust him.
"Come, come, Jorinda, meet Mr. Jackson...Mr. Jackson, this is...well, I guess you know who this is. After all, you called us." Gunther pulls up the empty chair closer to his big throne like monstrosity, indicating that Jorinda should take a seat beside him, then he plunked himself down in his own chair started cleaning the rest of his bowl of stew with a large finger, sucking off the gravy noisily. After a couple minutes he puts the bowl back down mornfully, and looks around hopefully for the chef...Seeing no immediate sign of the Ork cook, Gunther pushes the bowl away from himself slightly and looks around at the others gathered around staring at him. Jorinda and Xenomarch had seen the troll eat before, but to the others, his table manners had seemed atrocious...
"What?" Gunther asks as Erick turns his attention back to Mr. Jackson who was also near to finishing his dinner and making ready to speak. The man known a Matt, may or may not have notice the troll eating, and Gunther wasnt even sure the man knew he was there which was kind of surprising. Gunther was not big for a troll, but he was still a Troll.
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 14, 2006 18:16:13 GMT -5
The ork raised an eyebrow at Matt's answer "Huh..yeah, the ph's good, I'm still alive.." He turned to the right sided wall "HEY HENRY! GET ANOTHER STEW" as the ork finished his phrase, the ork cook came from the 'hidden' door, carrying a bowl with a spoon, still walking as fast as he did, he put the bowl and spoon in front of Matt, seeing him signaling that his cup was empty. "Von't ve log chir." He did not try to block the few drops of spit flying out of his mouth, he simply took the cup and when back though the 'hidden' door.
=== The ork nodded at the newly arrived human while swallowing another spoonful of his meal "Yes, a woman..you know are women are, they always like to make a noticeable entry., harharhar.. Say are you hungry?" Before Erick can response, the ork yelled out the order "HENRY! BRING ANOTHER BOWL!" Henry came beck from the 'hidden' door, carrying the meal and a cup on a small plater. He served the bowl to Erick and the cup to Matt, before disappearing again.
=== As Jorinda made her way to the table, the Ork was doing his usual routine, except his smile was far beyond polite, more of a "Damn lady you're looking fine today!" smile. "Yes Mr. Gunther, I know who she is. miss Blake, I'm very glad that you manage to get here in reasonable time. HENRY!" Henry came back into the room, carrying a bowl of salad, full of salad, tomatoes, grind carrots, cucumber, some olive, and some feta cheese. Putting the bowl on the table, he put his hand in front of his mouth "I'mch chorry, we don'tch have alotch of vegetarianchs here, I hope thach you will enchoy da meal."He headed back to his entry, closing the door behind him. He sat down, and began eating rapidly the rest of his bowl, not bothered by Gunther's evident lack of manners at table. He pushed his bowl up front, stood up and when to a near-by table, pulling out a black briefcase from under it. "Well, everyone seems to have arrived. " He opened the briefcase, pulled out a handkerchief and began cleaning his wooden-spoon for a hand. "Like Mr. Gunther said I am Mr. Jackson, of course, I"m sure that you all came to that conclusion when you came in the door." KRAK!..With a rapid twist, Mr. Jackson's wooden-spoon-for-a-hand made a 180 degrees turn, he put it inside the briefcase, pulling out a black hand, and putting it in his place on the edge of his right hand...KRAK! "Now, you have been called here for a job that I have. A simple thing really, 4 days, not one more, you will be protecting a store within Seattle's city limits, and act as security for an event on the forth day. The pay is low, about 2000 nuyen each for the 4 days, with possibilities of extra pay if you do well and demarcate yourself. If you are interested, please say so, and more details will be given out. If not, I would please ask you to leave and forget about ever being here, for obvious reasons of course.
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Post by Xenomarch on Apr 14, 2006 21:32:27 GMT -5
Xenomarch will lean over and say something to Gunther. [whisper=boombaby]I'm still flush from that Ripper assignment. If you take this assignment I'll follow your lead. With Jorinda and you I have worked with before, but these other two... I say it's your call, I have your six. [/whisper]
To the Ork: Gunther speaks for me in this matter.
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Post by Porter on Apr 14, 2006 22:23:35 GMT -5
One never to turn down free food, Erick's eagerly took hold of the bowl and dove right in after he made his brief introduction. "You can call me Seer." Erick replied as the spoon scooped up a healthy serving into his awaiting mouth. The warmth of the stew was soon felt through every limb of his body and continued to increase after each spoonful he took.
Despite the good eats, the Shaman still looked over the assembled group curiously. The troll was smaller than the few he had acquaintances in the past but Erick was sure Gunther could match any of them pound for pound. Especially when it came to eating. The man with the tail did captured his interest for a moment. Erick had heard or such things being done but he had not seen it done to this extent yet. There was Matt who he remembered from the California trip, though the two had little contact during that time except for some off the wall talk. Jorinda strolled into the room, answering Erick's question of the missing person.
Erick finished off the remaining stew as the others continued with their welcomes. When Jorinda was done being accosted by Gunther, Erick offered the elven woman a hint of a smile when he nodded in her direction.
Something could be said that each person had a prior experience with at least one other person in the room. Erick knew this would sometime elevate the level of trust within the circle. Of course, if things had turned sour, then it could only provide fuel to the fire.
While Mr. Jackson spoke, Erick leaned back into the contours of the chair. As he listened to the detail of the job, Erick already knew the answer. Prior to his arrival, he had consulted the stones with the hope of some insight into the job given to him by Sirah. He did have reservations about future assignments from her based on recent events. By the time he had finished drawing the three stones, Erick felt there was no deceptive intentions on Sirah's part and the nuyen would help with Chon's training.
Erick waited patiently while the question was posed to the group. "No issues here, count me in." Erick replied before the others spoke, his emerald gaze scanned the others to see who would remain in.
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Post by jblack on Apr 14, 2006 23:39:03 GMT -5
"HEYYYYYY I know you!!!! It's Becky, right? no? Lisa? Michelle? Diane? Well I remember you were at my suprise birthday party! And I remember we were on a romantic cruise together... either that or it was a speedboat and we were getting shot at... I know it's one of the two. Hey, I remembered the password... it was bananafruggen. Just thought you'd like to know that... Hows your cat?"
Jorinda looks at at man that greets her first. "Jorinda, actually, and we were being shot at." She replies. Even though she doesn't have a cat, she decides to humor him. "My cat's fine, thanks for asking."
and took a couple quick steps to the door to sweep Jorinda up off her feet in a big, but gentle hug, twirling her around once before putting her down again, slightly ruffled.
"Jorinda, chummer. Good ta see you. I didn't know you were invited on this little shindig? It'll be nice to have a friend or two covering my back again..." At this point, Gunther throws a finger over his shoulder towards the strange man with the tail they had gotten to know a little bit during the Ripper business.
Jorinda is more than a bit startled by Gunther grabbing her, but she does a good job hiding it, and when her feet again touch the ground, she returns the gesture. "Yeah, it will." She replies. She looks to Xenomarch. She recalled seeing him on the Ripper run, but hadn't spent a lot of time with him. She nods politely to the ork, who was smiling at her with a smile that was more lecherous than friendly. No matter. Seeing the Seer, she nods to him politely.
Henry came back into the room, carrying a bowl of salad, full of salad, tomatoes, grind carrots, cucumber, some olive, and some feta cheese. Putting the bowl on the table, he put his hand in front of his mouth "I'mch chorry, we don'tch have alotch of vegetarianchs here, I hope thach you will enchoy da meal."
Jorinda nods. There were a lot of restaurants that didn't, so she tried not to let it bother her. Fortunately, salad was usually on the menu, and this place was no exception. She smiles at Henry and offers a word of thanks. As she eats, she studies all the assembled runners and realizes that she has worked with every last one of them. Seattle, it seemed, was getting to be a very small town...at least for her.
Now, you have been called here for a job that I have. A simple thing really, 4 days, not one more, you will be protecting a store within Seattle's city limits, and act as security for an event on the forth day. The pay is low, about 2000 nuyen each for the 4 days, with possibilities of extra pay if you do well and demarcate yourself. If you are interested, please say so, and more details will be given out. If not, I would please ask you to leave and forget about ever being here, for obvious reasons of course."
So they were going to play rent-a-cop for this one. Well, it was in the city limits, and the pay, while low, was still worth her while. Plus, she knew all the people she'd be working with. "All right, count me in." She replies.
(OOC: Phew! That was a long post!)
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