[Celtibero]

Looking at the man Caroline knew that something was off, this was just no ordinary conversation he wanted to have, and the reason still eluded her for the time being.

Who? kawaii little me? The throbbing pain in her head receding just a little bit I came to the arcades… of all the god forsaken places in the world… she finished mumbling and that’s the honest truth dreadlock-san , until some fragger closed the bridge and I got stranded here… her voice trailing down.

But I was doing nothing to your bar dreadlock-san, swear to GOD and hope to fry

[SlowDeck]

"You're running through my brain like a fire engine
Coming to cool down my day!
You leave me with indecision
On how I should sway!"

Trance blushed very, very deep and quickly hit the mute button on her commlink to silence the message ringtone. She quickly pulled up the menu and switched it to silent mode, then looked to the message.

>>To: @Slim, @Angel
>>I think I can convince him to give us money up-front. We might need equipment and such. I can let you know if you step out. Maybe we can get lucky on the intel? Not certain it's smart to pry too deep.

She nodded to Andy and frowned. A troublemaker? That doesn't sound good...

Then she waved hello to Cheshire. "Heya! Welcome to the party! I'm Trance. Are you here for the Bridge Fireworks Action Committee too?"

[Tenlaar]

Entering the room, Cheshire glances over those already inside and walks a few steps to the side of the chairs.  Abnormally short but with a muscular thickness, he is very pale and has the perpetual slight squint of somebody who has spent a lot of time reading faded text.  He has dark hair falling just past his shoulders and a bushy beard about five inches long.  He is wearing nondescript dark green cargo pants and a plain black long sleeve shirt with a faded black armor jacket reaching almost to his dark brown workboots.  He has no visible weapons on him and his only adornments are a beaded necklace peaking out from his shirt, some hair ties on his wrist, and a small pouch attached to his belt.

Huh, wasn't kidding about a team.  Almost like I'm turning pro.  Mother would have a fit.  But why is Andy the one taking charge here?  There's gotta be more to him than he lets on.

He nods in greeting to the Trance, then the others.  "Call me Cheshire."

Party?  Fireworks?  They don't have a clue what's happened.

"Look, chummers.  I don't know how you ended up in this room; I assume you can take care of yourselves.  Also don't know what interests Andy is workin' to protect.  What I do know is there's some seriously bad drek goin' down out there.

[kalarin]

@Kitty
"Looks like ya already a little fried, sweetheart" Andy pulls back a char, taking a seat opposite you. Pulling a silver case from inside his jacket, Andy takes a cigarette, motioning the case toward you. "Smoke? he offers before sparking up, feet resting on the table as he leans back. "Unfortunately little lady, we have a problem, see... my cameras show you enter the ladies. You be gone quite a while, a long time even. Then my friend see you lookin worse for wear, lyin on the floor. Jazzed up girl in the corner said you been locked in that stall tha whole time. Ya may not be doing nothin to my bar, but ya definitely be doin something inside my bar" his smile unsettles you slightly "Or I be mistaken?"

@Duckdown
Luckily it seems Deen is preoccupied, she hasn't noticed you enter. Drek, she could have been useful to organise meet with Andy, just not in that damn state. You watch the ork slide away from the table, his ego almost as bruised as his knuckles. Slumping off he heads to the bar, ordering another beer from the bartender.

You glance around. Strange, you'd have thought there'd be at least one of those troll's keeping watch. No sign of the big boss either. Seems the only staff is the bartender you spoke with briefly, at least he liked your music. He smiles as you approach "My man, ya back! Hope to hear ya play again soon, might be here a bit with that damn bridge eh? Beer? We still open a bit Andy likes to keep things running late."

Asking for Andy, he frowns slightly, feigning mopping down the bar, moving away from the ork slightly. "He quite busy man, shit of a night with this bridge, think he's busy out back. This urgent, man? I like ya, but I like not pissing him off more."

[Celtibero]

What you up to mister? the situation unfolding fast but still no solid information to correlate with the bridge happenings.

putting a sheepish look and looking at the man Kitty kept looking at the man no thanks dreadlock-san, smoke is bad for you... say that i virtually looking at bridge... i just wanting to get home....and i did nothing that might get you in trouble... the double entendre in the air and  the though in her head that sometimes it’s better to tell some of  the truth or at least not to tell a blatant lie.

[kalarin]

@Kitty
"Now we gettin somewhere. Mind sharin what ya found? Let's say I have an interest also..." Andy takes another draw from his cigarette, smoke filling the poorly ventilated room. "How ya be gettin that nose bleed?" Andy relaxes slightly, seeming to have broken the ice somewhat. "Can I get ya somethin?"

[Celtibero]

Yeah.... the pain is a bitch.... if you can get me a docwagon it should be peachy in one week other than that i would take a witchdoctor anytime now.... the tone evidently snarky but not unrespectfull so let me get this straight dreadlock-san, are we talking dinner here?

[kalarin]

@Kitty
"Even a doc-wagon stay away tonight"Drek, he might be right"You be in my bar, seeming ta cause trouble, I have ta see what's goin on. Witchdocter? Not sure they be a witch docter... someone that can help, ya. So ya be a matrix wiz?" Andy briefly glances at your bronze chrome datajack. "Definitely look the type. Maybe we talk ya? Tell me what ya find..virtually, I maybe give ya work? Nothing else ta do on dis island." Wondering how long you'll be stuck here you consider your options...

[Celtibero]

Well... you may be right dreadlock-san... nothing much to do on this island... what if i told that a small kitten told me that the bridge footage was looped? someone out to no good and not wanting people to find out about it shrugging just a tiny bit Caroline continues what is that worth to you? the pain a constant but maybe a way out of this stinking place was just what she needed and any work was always a plus.

say...you not running with any gangs are you?

time for you to answer some questions <ojiisan>...ouch... as soon as the pain settles a bit...

[Poindexter]

"Don't stress it, Omae. We never talked, wiz?" says duck with a grin as he walks away from the bar. Man, nothing sounds worse than metal when you're zenned. I gotta get outta here. Once he's back outside in the parking lot and the roaring music subsides to a tinny echo, he lets out a sigh of relief, feeling the raindrops on his face and loving it. I BELONG here, maaaaaaan. After taking a second to compose himself, he starts off around the corner, heading to the back of the club. He puffs out his chest, sets his jaw firm, and tries to put on the best "bad-ass" look he's got.

Is there a way to ask a trog i've never met for a gun and a gas mask on loan that won't make me sound like im scorched? Hope so.

[reyjinn]

<<@Trance; @Angel>>
<<Yes, getting something upfront would be very nice. We should see if he's ready to tell us where his info is from, wouldn't surprise me if it's bits and pieces from all over though. Andy seems to have his hands in a lot of pies.>>
<<@Trance>>
<<You want to take point on any negotiations? If so I'll be ready to back you up if needed.>>

Slim looks up from his commlink as Cheshire is ushered into the office and rolls his eyes as Trance decides to give the 'Fireworks Committee' another shot.

"Hey, Cheshire. Don't pay the kid too much attention, she's just trying to get maximum mileage out of that joke for some reason."

"We've seen the news footage, so we do have some idea of what has been happening out there. If you have any more details they would be appreciated, but we should wait for Andy so you don't have to go over everything twice."

"The job that has been offered is intel gathering, Andy wants info that could bring down the Mongrels and get them off his island. Terms have not been finalized yet and we have some other concerns that need to be addressed as well."

"I'm Slim, by the way, and will serve as your friendly neighborhood gun nut. Only without most of my guns because I was not planning on this extended stay on the island."

[kalarin]

@Duckdown
The thump of double kicks and fade slightly as you head out in to the night. Light rain drops fall, coating your jacket with small droplets of water. One of the trolls is taking a smoke break, leaning near the back entrance to the bar. He looks up, eyeing you suspiciously. You consider heading straight to your room forgetting the whole thing. Drek zen's wearing off, could use another hit about now. You glance toward the stairs, then back at the troll, thinking about Zipwire and the kids. Damn woman owes you one after this.

Wiping some of the water from your jacket you walk over, racking your brain for what to say. Seems it's now or never…

The troll straightens to full height, an intimidating scowl on his face "What? You lost Chummer? Entrance out front"

[Poindexter]

Walking toward the imposing figure with a determined stride, he turns his empty palms to face him. Duckdown is counting on his obvious lack of weapons, chrome, or a shirt to convey how harmless he really is. If this troll wants a piece of me, he's only gotta go through a crappy armor vest and a pair of blue jeans to get whatever piece he wants. With all of the "cocky ork" he can muster, he nods his head slightly upwards just before he speaks. "Hoi. I aint no trouble, captain. I just need to settle up with Andy, wiz?" Duck ain't stupid, and he knows the look he's being given.
Shit, this guy doesn't recognize me.
"Y'know, drums?" he says as he pantomimes a half assed drumming motion with this hands.

cha+etiquette to assure this troll i'm no threat.: 4d6t5 0

[kalarin]

@Duckdown
You see the troll relax, dropping his finished cigarette butt, stomping it out on the pavement with a large leather boot. "Sheeet, didn't recognise you without the kit, first time I seen ya play." He nods approvingly, the scowl on his face vanishing "Andy be with some other chummers, looks like some drek gone down tonight." the troll sparks another cigarette offering you the pack "Smoke? Names Axle, I keep folks in line with my partner Crash he extends a hand "You may be waitin a while to get paid, priorities and all ya know? Andy not too happy about that damn bridge"

[Poindexter]

"Fraggin bridge." he says as he takes the smoke from Axles pack. "Duckdown." He grits the word between his teeth, along with the cigarette as he lights it. "I got some people that mighta' got caught up in all that bullshit though. S'kinda what i needed to settle up with Andy about, chip truth. It'd be a real wiz move if you could hook me up with him. Clock may be tickin on some real close friends of mine."
As he talks, he slips his gunmetal grey Erika from his front pocket and mentally calls up the picture of Lenny, Zipline, and the girls, then flips it around to show his new companion what he's talking about; Two little orkish cherubs, in their best dresses with cowboy boots and covered in dirt and motor oil. They each have one arm through an opposite sleeve of Lenny's gang colored armor jacket and are grinning from ear to ear. Melinda and Pharos, blonde and a redhead. Pharos, the older, is just starting to get her baby tusks in. They're fraggin adorable.