The first response to Samson's offer came from a man who had not actually been introduced to Samson yet. Maybe, though, that was because he didn't speak. The man turned to Samson began to furiously type on his phone. Samson's augmented mind allowed him to pick up on everybody's reactions simultaneously and respond to all of them in turn. All of them, except for one. In fact, the man who had just typed the message to Samson on his phone seemed to keep a flat face no matter what he did. He was totally unreadable to the naked eye. Samson found it weird as the speed in which he typed made it seem like he was excited about it. Samson decided to disregard it and, instead focus on what the man had typed. Asking if he would be provided with a ride and some drinks, Samson laughed loudly before saying, "Of course I'll provide a ride. What kind of host would I be if I didn't?"
The next person to respond was the woman who went by the name of Pick. Samson noted that she was an average looking woman, nothing too special about her appearance. In fact, she reminded Sasmon of a girl he had a crush on back in College. Said woman would later turn him down, but Samson held no bad blood against her. She bowed, a formal gesture that Samson was not accustomed to, even in his industry and revealed her richly brown hair on the top of her head to him. He rolled back slightly, uncomfortable as he noticed that the woman before him was blushing at the offer. Feeling rather proud of himself, especially after she offered to pay and stated that it was a little early, Samson smiled broadly and said, "Oh, come now. I couldn't let that happen, especially with the place that I have in mind. After all, I need to get to know the people whose lives I'll be saving and I don't want that to get off to a rocky start. I'll let you pay, but only if you insist."
Samson didn't quite notice the following comment from the man whom Samson had not met as it was not directed towards him, but he did notice Earthbreaker's comment about not having a philosophical discussion and about the UFC. He laughed haughtily in response, before sighing deeply and beginning to speak, once again. "My, I haven't seen a UFC game in ages! I would love to join you in those front row seats. I've heard they're using Medical Nanites now to make sure that the fights last longer. That will be fun."
Sadly, though, Two Doves, the most attractive of the bunch in Samson's mind, did not want to do anything extreme with their night. WHile she accepted the dinner offer, a fact that made Samson smile broadly, she declined the offer to go to the UFC. She had a point. The group was going to be deployed tomorrow after all. It might not be the best. Though Samson had his Youth Nanites that made him get tired much slower, he knew that wouldn't be true for everybody else in the group. He spoke up after a few seconds of thinking, "Dove has a point, sadly. We've got a big day tomorrow. I can set up the dinner now and we can discuss the UFC later and see how we're feeling. Speaking of which..." Samson pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a beep could be heard followed by a familiarly British voice.
"How can I help you, sir?" Came the voice of Peter, Samson's AI companion.
"Peter..." Continued Samson, "Set up reservations for the group at the Four Gardens tonight and get the limo ready for transport from that warehouse." The Four Gardens was a renowned high class restaurant in Lynnhaven. It was known as a place where it was nearly impossible to get reservations unless you were famous or knew somebody famous. Truly, it was a place for the high class and their closest friends. It was also wildly expensive unless you, once again, had some amount of pull in the city. Being in the Four Gardens was definitely a status symbol more than anything in the city of Lynnhaven.
"Very well sir. If I may make an announcement..." Samson turned up the volume on his chair, allowing Peter's voice to resonate throughout the room, "Please dress to impress for this occasion. Nice clothes are recommended. Also, this will be in the city. If any of you have any troubles with law enforcement, let's just say Masquerade Ball is always in fashion for the eccentric man." Peter clicked off and Samson looked at the group, awaiting a response.
Suddenly everyone seemed to be engaged in the conversation, all of them ignoring Jonathan's previous statement. Jonathan snickered as the man in the skull mask suggested watching a UFC fight. "I will never see the appeal of watching sweaty dudes hitting each other," he said to himself. "It's quite barbaric," Muse commented. However, everyone except for the woman calling herself Two Doves seemed to like the idea, including Samson.
Jonathan sighed, "Well, beggars can't exactly be choosers." "Just remember," Muse told him, "I will never let you live this down." "That," Jonathan sighed once more, "I do not doubt."
Jonathan began to walk closer to the group of talking people as Samson turned some sort of speakers in his wheelchair. Through the speakers came an AI voice that announced that they should dress to impress, as they were going into the city.
Jonathan cringed and asked, "Do we have any nice clothes?" "I believe that we might have a tux in the van, for undercover missions," Muse replied. "It may be overdressing," Jonathan told him, "But at least it's something. By the way, remind me to get some speakers like that."
Laughing like an idiot as Pick showed her excitement at the thought of getting front row seats at tonight's UFC event and getting a free meal, James remarked. "Don't worry, the last time I tried that it just ruined the fight. It wasn't fun for anyone, especially not that one dude who's arm I broke." Upon hearing her mention that there was actually a carnival tonight a huge grin grew on his face "Sweet I love carnivals, where is it at? And if we go are you going to need a ride?" He asked as Two Dove's spoke up next.
She reminded the group that they were going to be going on an assignment tomorrow so they should probably take it easy tonight. "Damn you're right, didn't think about that." It honestly wasn't a problem for James. He was used to working after long nights which usually included a barfight and enough drinks to kill any normal person twice over. But some of these other people probably didn't have a lot of experience working on a few hours sleep, especially the sick looking girl. "Well I'll be going to the fight irregardless, but if you guys aren't up for it I understand. Not like I'm going out of my way to get these tickets or anything." It really wasn't that hard to get the tickets, but it would cost him a favor and he didn't feel like wasting it on himself.
Hearing doctor Samson mention that they would be dining at the Four Gardens he quickly expressed his amazement on dining at such a high class establishment "Whoa the Four Gardens? I've only heard stories about a place like that. I would be honored to dine at a high class place like that." However when the subject of clothing came up James was less excited to talk about that. "Uhh I actually do not own nice clothing that would be acceptable in a place like that. Don't really need it in my line of work." He said while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
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While I chucked slightly at Dr. Martin's insistence on paying, I could feel another feverish blush on my face come on when he said he enjoyed UFC too. God, I felt like some stupid schoolgirl that the moment her and her favorite teacher find something in common, she goes totally nuts. Then again, having such an influential member of the world enjoy the same thing as you, was pretty sweet, so it's not like it isn't understandable. I scratched my head a bit nervously and, again, darted my eyes to the left. Then the woman with the antenna coming out of her hair brought up a sadly good point. "I think we should take it easy, we do have a job tomorrow, whatever it may be...." she said. I bit my lips slightly. Dr. Martin seemed to have similar sentiments as well, though he did at least suggest we plan it later after dinner. Earthbreaker, at the least, seemed to still be willing to make the plan work. I turned over to him before letting out a sigh. "Well, I'm definitely still open to going. And worse case scenario, I'll happily take you up on that offer in the future. I haven't seen something from the UFC in some time so I'd definitely love to see a match again." I said with a tinge of hope.
I heard a voice bellow out from Dr. Martin's chair telling us to dress to impress and a joke that those of less....savory professions could always masquerade as an option. I let out a stifled laugh and glanced at the criminal man. Honestly, I felt a slight, bit bad considering how much I was antagonizing at this point.
Earthbreaker seemed amazed at the apparent place would be dining. Four Gardens....Oh yeah! I had seen that place while driving around a week or two ago. It definitely seemed highly professional.... Dress to impress indeed. I looked down at what I was wearing. Black sweatshirt that tried to cover my face and jeans. "So I'm sure as hell not wearing anything like this then..." I muttered. Though when that voice brought up the "dress to impress" part, he seemed to get a bit more shy, saying he didn't have anything really dressy. I shrugged. "You could always borrow a suit from a friend. I've borrowed plenty of dresses back when I was in high school."
I then remembered something. Earthbreaker's comment about the carnival. I bit my lip again. Old habits...The antenna girl might've had a point, but I didn't want to stay in today. "Oh yeah, about that carnival. I have my own way to get there and I'm definitely still willing to go, but I think you should try for the suit first." I said. Needed to have priorities after all. I leaned back on a table nearby me, almost to relax but at the same time to almost sorta think everything over. Man....today might be more busy than I already thought.
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Nice clothing? Well, I was screwed beyond belief. I was pretty sure the stuff I was wearing didn't count as nice. "Um, I don't have anything nice either." I admitted.
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I turned towards the sickly girl and shoved my hands into my pocket. "Well, all things considered, you can always borrow a dress of mine if you need to. I have a few that I don't mind lending out." I said, more curiously then anything. Weird...Why would a sickly girl like her not have at least something to wear? Was she poor too? I shrugged the thought off. Whatever reason it was, it'd probably be answered after I figured how and why they hired a girl in her health to an operation like this.
Before I knew it, I overheard the antenna girl announce her leave to the lift and say it was nice to meet everyone. Huh...She didn't seem to talk much. I didn't even know her name or "codename," which I already assumed half of us were using except for the more recognizable people. However, my attention soon went to the man in the trench coat who announced he didn't have any "nice clothes" either apparently. Man....Guy was tall too. Not as tall as Earthbreaker, but jesus. Back on topic-"Huh...Well, I guess that could work. *scratching my head* Okay, curious question. Why is it that none of you guys seem to have at least something somewhat formal? I don't mean to sound rude, but I just find it strange that you guys don't have something for it-just like a dress shirt, tie, and slacks or something." I asked.
I could understand that not everyone has luxuries, but it seemed a bit weird that they didn't at least have clothing that could pass as classy. Granted, I might just be underestimating the exact prestige of the restaurant, but still. A dress shirt and tie seemed commonplace...Especially for two men who seemed as old as they did.
"Well, all things considered, you can borrow a dress of mine if you need to. I have a few that I don't mind lending out."
I shrugged, considering it. Then something occured to me. "I don't think anything of yours would fit me." I remembered discussing dresses for the back-to-school dance in eighth grade with my friends. I'd originally planned to borrow something from someone, but nobody was as tall, skinny or flat as me, so that had been a bust. Then I'd wound up not going to the dance anyway, partially because nobody asked me and partially because everything clashed with my cybernetics. Then, of course, I'd found out that there were much bigger problems with my cybernetics than the fact that they didn't go with anything. Ugh, what was I even doing thinking about this? I snapped out of it.
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"Well at least I can count on you for some fun." Jame's said as Pick explained that she would be up to see a UFC match in the future if they decided to call it a night after dinner. Honestly he expected that more people would be open to living it up before they got sent off on this assignment. But noooo, they just had to be responsible and decide to take it easy tonight. "Yeah let me just ask my friend who just so happens to be my same height and build for a suit that's good enough to pass at Four Gardens, I'm sure he has exactly what I'm looking for." He said sarcastically as he addressed the obvious problem of finding a suit that would fit him at this hour. "And as for the carnival should we meet up before or after dinner? If we go after dinner we'd miss the event tonight."
Hearing Two Dove's speak up James turned just as she said that she was going to wait by the lift and that it was interesting to meet everyone. She was a strange one, he couldn't really figure out her deal yet. Oh well, at the very least he wasn't the only one who was without nice clothes if the sick girl and the man in a trench coat's words were anything to go by. As Pick asked both of them why they didn't own a dress shirt with a tie and some slacks for such an occasion James couldn't help but judge her. "Oh hi, I'm miss oversized hoodie and jeans, I'll be criticizing your fashion today." He thought as he said "My line of work calls for dressing practical, not fancy. And in case you didn't notice it's not exactly easy to find clothes when you're this big. Seriously I had to custom order my jacket because their largest size barely covered my elbows."
Throwing his duffel bag onto the ground he pulled out his jacket before pointing to the tag on the inside of the collar. "This is size XXXXXL, and it's not cheap. I had to call so many damn favors just to get the guy to make it for me, and even then I had to guard his son while he was on a gun run, which by the way descended into a firefight when the damn kid tried to stiff the dealers. So yeah I don't own nice clothes, because they would cost a fortune to be made and if they got torn then I'd be screwed."
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((Sorry for the late post. Also, I'm just gonna move my character along after any interactions with Block's characters, and she/he can respond once she/he gets back. And Zeke, when your character was talking about a criminal, I think you were trying to refer to ike's character.))
Kate watched Pick have a small laugh at her joke, and for some reason, that just made her smile a bit more. It'd been admittedly a while since she'd talked to humans with the intent of actually making friends with them; the last time she'd interacted with someone, it was to interrogate a member of a government funded think tank, and that didn't end very well for the person on the receiving end. So one would be able to tell why the woman felt more open to socialising than others, at least for now. Following this, Pick offered a handshake, which Kate accepted with a gentle hold, and commented on the number of well known people in the room, which Athena had already duly noted.
"Seems so, huh?", at the end of the day however, Kate supposed that it wasn't statistically improbable; if more famous people appeared though, then she would've started to get suspicious. Anyways, after Pick took a short gander at Samson, she'd asked how everyone's ride here was. Kate had no real comment, and simply shrugged; it was much less difficult than it would've been if the meeting had been scheduled at a more populated area, for sure. The sickly looking teenager replied, and at the time, Kate was curious as to why she was here. At the moment, Athena theorised her use as a potential spy that evoked sympathy from unsuspecting people, or as a hacker, engineer, and/or robot operator.
Later on, Pick questioned the man who'd been muttering to himself a lot as to what he was looking for, and since Athena had already picked up some shady snippets from his conversations with what the AI presumed to be either his Muse or a partner, Kate was also slightly curious of this. Communicating through talking when you already had a way to do so through your brain was in itself, strategically ridiculous and generally speaking, idiotic, but Greeves explaining himself seemed to have once again distracted everyone, except for Kate, from that matter.
Basically, the US government had apparently brought him back from the dead, after the Russians supposedly killed him, and experimented on him until he managed to escape. For a brief moment, she wondered exactly how the tests had affected him, but a better question would be whether or not this man himself had already been compromised. It was strangely odd that the government hadn't installed any command words into their unwilling super soldiers, so Kate made a mental note to keep an eye out for any dubious behaviour exhibited by the man. Not that she wasn't already doing so for everyone around her(as she always did), but she simply allocated slightly more attention to him as a precaution. Better safe than sorry.
Greeves proceeded to explain the gist of things, and while the woman already knew much of the things he was talking about(such as the group's main aim, the danger of the job, and etc.), the two things that she noted in particular were the possibility of requesting for a specific job within the group(which she might've done in the future), and the guideline that operations should be carried out 'humanely and ethically'. Putting aside the horrible subjectivity of those terms, as long as she was allowed clean kills, she was fine by adhering to them. Finally, he dismissed all of them, saying that they should return tomorrow for an operation and that they were free until then. Following this, everyone began to make some small talk, introducing themselves, joking around, bragging, the usual. In the midst of this, Kate walked up to the table, just to ask Greeves a question.
"So, what time will we meet up tomorrow? Oh, and I'm very sorry to hear about what happened to you; that must've sucked, to say the least.", Kate knew that offering her condolences didn't really do anything to help relieve any of the man's past as a practical guinea pig; it was just one of those social graces that most people did as a sign of being sincere. Honestly, if she had went through the same thing he did, betrayed by her own government and tested on, no number of apologies would've made her feel better. Then again, she supposed it was better than nothing.
After Greeves answered her question, she thanked him and moved back into the group conversation(which she never stopped listening to), finding the famous doctor offering everyone a nice dinner. Pick responded sheepishly to this and very clearly flushed, only afterwards reasoning that it was still too early for dinner. Before this spiraled into its own conversation, Kate got in some words.
"Sure, why not? Where do we plan to eat?", her calm and friendly voice was accompanied with some optimism, and after Athena ran some scenarios on the possible negative outcomes of going along, she found the threat to be relatively low. At least, that's what she predicted with the information that they'd already been provided with. Subsequently, Earthbreaker(as he'd introduced himself as) joked again, and many of them started to discuss about what they were going to do between now and dinner. They started to talk about a carnival and watching a UFC fight, but Kate was mostly disinterested in both, unless they happened to do something out of the ordinary. When it came to entertainment, she admittedly preferred things like a nice book or a movie, but she supposed that she had to make friends. They were going to be working together after all.
But the discussion was relatively short-lived, as Two Doves soon reasoned that they still had an assignment scheduled for tomorrow, which was definitely something to keep in mind. Kate often pulled late nights, but that usually had the consequence of her waking up superbly late at times(occasionally past noon). Anyways, Samson had managed to respond to everyone's questions(which Athena attributed to either experience or wetware), and requested that his AI reserve a dinner at the Four Gardens(answering her previous question). Quite a few people were clearly surprised, and Kate was a bit too, to be completely honest. While she hadn't been there before, she knew of its reputation through having scanned through multiple of her targets' schedules, so she could definitely understand that this was a generous move.
When told by the AI, who was named Peter, that everyone should dress to impress, a new conversation about not having good clothes started within the group. Kate, as opposed to many of the others, did have something nice to wear(it was common for her to, considering her occupation) and was more intrigued by the idea of going along with the pretense of a masquerade ball, but she was sure that she could've went without a mask and gone undetected if she wished to; in fact, coupling her practical status as a nonperson with some real-time video editing of the surveillance footage should've gotten the job done. Besides, she wasn't too sure if she could acquire another mask in time for the dinner, as using the one she wore now would've been an obvious red flag for anyone on the lookout for the Strix.
"Going along with a masquerade mask sounds pretty fun. But anyways, what time will the dinner take place?", her voice was still cheerful and carried a small air of politeness. At this point, Two Doves left the room, saying that she'd meet them again at the lift. Kate supposed she would follow soon enough, after Samson answered her question.
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"Oh...Alright." The sickly girl apparently didn't think my clothing would be the best for her. Looking at her now, she had a point. She was much taller and skinnier than me so the chances of it working were slim. Even if it did, it'd probably look too big and yet too small on her. "Well, how's about this? I can help you shop for something to wear instead. I mean, we have time." I decided to offer. I felt a bit bad that she didn't have something to wear after all. Besides, I needed to make sure I had allies or at least people to be on good terms with.
I then heard Earthbreaker complaining about how his size isn't exactly easy to come across and get, and some apparent background on guarding a man's son for a gun deal. He then took out one of these apparent custom made jackets to better illustrate it. I closed my eyes "Fine, fine. I get it. Look, it was a suggestion is all. Not a command. As for the carnival, before. No sense in going after if we want to see the match. However, looks like we're going to have to shop before that." I said, before sighing again. This was becoming more of a pain than it should be.
"Going along with the masquerade mask sounds pretty fun." I smiled again. Thanks Kate. You had a point and honestly, hearing someone be more positive about the event sure as hell made things go by smoother.
Everyone was talking about clothing sizes, masks, tuxedos, job, and more or less everything that Jonathan ignored. Two Doves ended up walking to the lift, to leave.
"That's it," Muse told Jonathan, "We need start talking in your mind." "Why?" Jonathan thought. "Because," Muse replied, "People are looking at you. It's basically common knowledge that you have an AI, although I don't think they would know that I can see them." "And why is that?" Jonathan asked. "Because every time you mention it, you start talking quieter," Muse replied, "Thanks for that by the way." "Well, as we've now settled that," Jonathan thought, "I think it's time I leave."
"Well," Jonathan said, "Since I will take you up on the dinner offer, but not on watching sweaty guys hit each other, I shall take my leave." He bowed, mocking Pick. He then turned around and began to walk toward the lift.
"That sounds great," I responded, "but just so you know, shopping for clothes with me is no walk in the park." Finding something that fit me and didn't clash with my cybernetics tended to take a while, which was why I tended to wear my old clothes until I couldn't get them on in the mornings.
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I shrugged once again. "Eh, so? Just means a bit of an adventure I suppose." I said over to the sickly girl. After answering, I noticed the man who was looking around before announce his leave and bow. It took a second for me to realize I did the same thing when I first met Dr. Martin...Irony I guess. Seems like everyone is finally starting to make their leaves. I walked over towards the door before turning over to the group. "Well, we should probably all get going, shouldn't we? Standing around isn't gonna get us much more progress." I said with a smile. These people....I don't know them quite yet, but I need to know a bit more. "Me: Jarvis, I want you to do a search of each of the people here judging by physical attributes. Focus attention mostly on those who's faces we can see. And let me know when each has a lead or a notable identity. Is that understood?" "Jarvis: Understood Ms. Winona."
None of them would try anything dangerous...I doubt that. But for all I know, anything could happen on a mission. Not to mention, if I'm to act covertly, I need to know things about each of these people. Cover stories, info to keep note of, etc. However...I can't identify all of them. If I did, my association with them would be too obvious. We might use PTP authorized networks, but I still don't know if mega-corporations can access them. My eyes sprung up as if a lightbulb went off in my head. In fact...better idea. "Me: Jarvis, change of plans. Only identify Earthbreaker and the antenna girl." "Jarvis: Particular reason madam?" "Me: Searching everyone is too risky....We need a direct resource."
Those two...They were the ones I could probably get some info on. The antenna girl didn't block her face and probably doesn't have too much info that'd be incriminating for me. Still info is info. As for Earthbreaker...worse case scenario, say I saw him walking on a street, got suspicious and looked him up. There's still suspicion in me saying that, but to the right people? They should stop asking. Everyone else brings up too many issues and Kate has the mask...there's no way I could figure something out on her at this moment. I walked around the group. "Oh one second before we head out."
I went up close to Wilson. About a few inches away. "Hey...is it fine if we talk later? There's something I really need to ask." I said quietly, with a slightly nervous smile. Before mouthing "Privately." I didn't need to be pushy...But I need to at least make it known that I needed info, in a sincere way. And Wilson, outside of maybe Greeves, is my best bet for getting that info without throwing myself into hot water.
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Paxit - A Nation-Building Forum Roleplay. Join us!Rest in peace, Paxit.The first response to Samson's offer came from a man who had not actually been introduced to Samson yet. Maybe, though, that was because he didn't speak. The man turned to Samson began to furiously type on his phone. Samson's augmented mind allowed him to pick up on everybody's reactions simultaneously and respond to all of them in turn. All of them, except for one. In fact, the man who had just typed the message to Samson on his phone seemed to keep a flat face no matter what he did. He was totally unreadable to the naked eye. Samson found it weird as the speed in which he typed made it seem like he was excited about it. Samson decided to disregard it and, instead focus on what the man had typed. Asking if he would be provided with a ride and some drinks, Samson laughed loudly before saying, "Of course I'll provide a ride. What kind of host would I be if I didn't?"
The next person to respond was the woman who went by the name of Pick. Samson noted that she was an average looking woman, nothing too special about her appearance. In fact, she reminded Sasmon of a girl he had a crush on back in College. Said woman would later turn him down, but Samson held no bad blood against her. She bowed, a formal gesture that Samson was not accustomed to, even in his industry and revealed her richly brown hair on the top of her head to him. He rolled back slightly, uncomfortable as he noticed that the woman before him was blushing at the offer. Feeling rather proud of himself, especially after she offered to pay and stated that it was a little early, Samson smiled broadly and said, "Oh, come now. I couldn't let that happen, especially with the place that I have in mind. After all, I need to get to know the people whose lives I'll be saving and I don't want that to get off to a rocky start. I'll let you pay, but only if you insist."
Samson didn't quite notice the following comment from the man whom Samson had not met as it was not directed towards him, but he did notice Earthbreaker's comment about not having a philosophical discussion and about the UFC. He laughed haughtily in response, before sighing deeply and beginning to speak, once again. "My, I haven't seen a UFC game in ages! I would love to join you in those front row seats. I've heard they're using Medical Nanites now to make sure that the fights last longer. That will be fun."
Sadly, though, Two Doves, the most attractive of the bunch in Samson's mind, did not want to do anything extreme with their night. WHile she accepted the dinner offer, a fact that made Samson smile broadly, she declined the offer to go to the UFC. She had a point. The group was going to be deployed tomorrow after all. It might not be the best. Though Samson had his Youth Nanites that made him get tired much slower, he knew that wouldn't be true for everybody else in the group. He spoke up after a few seconds of thinking, "Dove has a point, sadly. We've got a big day tomorrow. I can set up the dinner now and we can discuss the UFC later and see how we're feeling. Speaking of which..." Samson pressed a button on the arm of the chair and a beep could be heard followed by a familiarly British voice.
"How can I help you, sir?" Came the voice of Peter, Samson's AI companion.
"Peter..." Continued Samson, "Set up reservations for the group at the Four Gardens tonight and get the limo ready for transport from that warehouse." The Four Gardens was a renowned high class restaurant in Lynnhaven. It was known as a place where it was nearly impossible to get reservations unless you were famous or knew somebody famous. Truly, it was a place for the high class and their closest friends. It was also wildly expensive unless you, once again, had some amount of pull in the city. Being in the Four Gardens was definitely a status symbol more than anything in the city of Lynnhaven.
"Very well sir. If I may make an announcement..." Samson turned up the volume on his chair, allowing Peter's voice to resonate throughout the room, "Please dress to impress for this occasion. Nice clothes are recommended. Also, this will be in the city. If any of you have any troubles with law enforcement, let's just say Masquerade Ball is always in fashion for the eccentric man." Peter clicked off and Samson looked at the group, awaiting a response.
Suddenly everyone seemed to be engaged in the conversation, all of them ignoring Jonathan's previous statement. Jonathan snickered as the man in the skull mask suggested watching a UFC fight. "I will never see the appeal of watching sweaty dudes hitting each other," he said to himself. "It's quite barbaric," Muse commented. However, everyone except for the woman calling herself Two Doves seemed to like the idea, including Samson.
Jonathan sighed, "Well, beggars can't exactly be choosers." "Just remember," Muse told him, "I will never let you live this down." "That," Jonathan sighed once more, "I do not doubt."
Jonathan began to walk closer to the group of talking people as Samson turned some sort of speakers in his wheelchair. Through the speakers came an AI voice that announced that they should dress to impress, as they were going into the city.
Jonathan cringed and asked, "Do we have any nice clothes?" "I believe that we might have a tux in the van, for undercover missions," Muse replied. "It may be overdressing," Jonathan told him, "But at least it's something. By the way, remind me to get some speakers like that."
Laughing like an idiot as Pick showed her excitement at the thought of getting front row seats at tonight's UFC event and getting a free meal, James remarked. "Don't worry, the last time I tried that it just ruined the fight. It wasn't fun for anyone, especially not that one dude who's arm I broke." Upon hearing her mention that there was actually a carnival tonight a huge grin grew on his face "Sweet I love carnivals, where is it at? And if we go are you going to need a ride?" He asked as Two Dove's spoke up next.
She reminded the group that they were going to be going on an assignment tomorrow so they should probably take it easy tonight. "Damn you're right, didn't think about that." It honestly wasn't a problem for James. He was used to working after long nights which usually included a barfight and enough drinks to kill any normal person twice over. But some of these other people probably didn't have a lot of experience working on a few hours sleep, especially the sick looking girl. "Well I'll be going to the fight irregardless, but if you guys aren't up for it I understand. Not like I'm going out of my way to get these tickets or anything." It really wasn't that hard to get the tickets, but it would cost him a favor and he didn't feel like wasting it on himself.
Hearing doctor Samson mention that they would be dining at the Four Gardens he quickly expressed his amazement on dining at such a high class establishment "Whoa the Four Gardens? I've only heard stories about a place like that. I would be honored to dine at a high class place like that." However when the subject of clothing came up James was less excited to talk about that. "Uhh I actually do not own nice clothing that would be acceptable in a place like that. Don't really need it in my line of work." He said while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
While I chucked slightly at Dr. Martin's insistence on paying, I could feel another feverish blush on my face come on when he said he enjoyed UFC too. God, I felt like some stupid schoolgirl that the moment her and her favorite teacher find something in common, she goes totally nuts. Then again, having such an influential member of the world enjoy the same thing as you, was pretty sweet, so it's not like it isn't understandable. I scratched my head a bit nervously and, again, darted my eyes to the left. Then the woman with the antenna coming out of her hair brought up a sadly good point. "I think we should take it easy, we do have a job tomorrow, whatever it may be...." she said. I bit my lips slightly. Dr. Martin seemed to have similar sentiments as well, though he did at least suggest we plan it later after dinner. Earthbreaker, at the least, seemed to still be willing to make the plan work. I turned over to him before letting out a sigh. "Well, I'm definitely still open to going. And worse case scenario, I'll happily take you up on that offer in the future. I haven't seen something from the UFC in some time so I'd definitely love to see a match again." I said with a tinge of hope.
I heard a voice bellow out from Dr. Martin's chair telling us to dress to impress and a joke that those of less....savory professions could always masquerade as an option. I let out a stifled laugh and glanced at the criminal man. Honestly, I felt a slight, bit bad considering how much I was antagonizing at this point.
Earthbreaker seemed amazed at the apparent place would be dining. Four Gardens....Oh yeah! I had seen that place while driving around a week or two ago. It definitely seemed highly professional.... Dress to impress indeed. I looked down at what I was wearing. Black sweatshirt that tried to cover my face and jeans. "So I'm sure as hell not wearing anything like this then..." I muttered. Though when that voice brought up the "dress to impress" part, he seemed to get a bit more shy, saying he didn't have anything really dressy. I shrugged. "You could always borrow a suit from a friend. I've borrowed plenty of dresses back when I was in high school."
I then remembered something. Earthbreaker's comment about the carnival. I bit my lip again. Old habits...The antenna girl might've had a point, but I didn't want to stay in today. "Oh yeah, about that carnival. I have my own way to get there and I'm definitely still willing to go, but I think you should try for the suit first." I said. Needed to have priorities after all. I leaned back on a table nearby me, almost to relax but at the same time to almost sorta think everything over. Man....today might be more busy than I already thought.
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Nice clothing? Well, I was screwed beyond belief. I was pretty sure the stuff I was wearing didn't count as nice. "Um, I don't have anything nice either." I admitted.
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I turned towards the sickly girl and shoved my hands into my pocket. "Well, all things considered, you can always borrow a dress of mine if you need to. I have a few that I don't mind lending out." I said, more curiously then anything. Weird...Why would a sickly girl like her not have at least something to wear? Was she poor too? I shrugged the thought off. Whatever reason it was, it'd probably be answered after I figured how and why they hired a girl in her health to an operation like this.
Before I knew it, I overheard the antenna girl announce her leave to the lift and say it was nice to meet everyone. Huh...She didn't seem to talk much. I didn't even know her name or "codename," which I already assumed half of us were using except for the more recognizable people. However, my attention soon went to the man in the trench coat who announced he didn't have any "nice clothes" either apparently. Man....Guy was tall too. Not as tall as Earthbreaker, but jesus. Back on topic-"Huh...Well, I guess that could work. *scratching my head* Okay, curious question. Why is it that none of you guys seem to have at least something somewhat formal? I don't mean to sound rude, but I just find it strange that you guys don't have something for it-just like a dress shirt, tie, and slacks or something." I asked.
I could understand that not everyone has luxuries, but it seemed a bit weird that they didn't at least have clothing that could pass as classy. Granted, I might just be underestimating the exact prestige of the restaurant, but still. A dress shirt and tie seemed commonplace...Especially for two men who seemed as old as they did.
"Well, all things considered, you can borrow a dress of mine if you need to. I have a few that I don't mind lending out."
I shrugged, considering it. Then something occured to me. "I don't think anything of yours would fit me." I remembered discussing dresses for the back-to-school dance in eighth grade with my friends. I'd originally planned to borrow something from someone, but nobody was as tall, skinny or flat as me, so that had been a bust. Then I'd wound up not going to the dance anyway, partially because nobody asked me and partially because everything clashed with my cybernetics. Then, of course, I'd found out that there were much bigger problems with my cybernetics than the fact that they didn't go with anything. Ugh, what was I even doing thinking about this? I snapped out of it.
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"Well at least I can count on you for some fun." Jame's said as Pick explained that she would be up to see a UFC match in the future if they decided to call it a night after dinner. Honestly he expected that more people would be open to living it up before they got sent off on this assignment. But noooo, they just had to be responsible and decide to take it easy tonight. "Yeah let me just ask my friend who just so happens to be my same height and build for a suit that's good enough to pass at Four Gardens, I'm sure he has exactly what I'm looking for." He said sarcastically as he addressed the obvious problem of finding a suit that would fit him at this hour. "And as for the carnival should we meet up before or after dinner? If we go after dinner we'd miss the event tonight."
Hearing Two Dove's speak up James turned just as she said that she was going to wait by the lift and that it was interesting to meet everyone. She was a strange one, he couldn't really figure out her deal yet. Oh well, at the very least he wasn't the only one who was without nice clothes if the sick girl and the man in a trench coat's words were anything to go by. As Pick asked both of them why they didn't own a dress shirt with a tie and some slacks for such an occasion James couldn't help but judge her. "Oh hi, I'm miss oversized hoodie and jeans, I'll be criticizing your fashion today." He thought as he said "My line of work calls for dressing practical, not fancy. And in case you didn't notice it's not exactly easy to find clothes when you're this big. Seriously I had to custom order my jacket because their largest size barely covered my elbows."
Throwing his duffel bag onto the ground he pulled out his jacket before pointing to the tag on the inside of the collar. "This is size XXXXXL, and it's not cheap. I had to call so many damn favors just to get the guy to make it for me, and even then I had to guard his son while he was on a gun run, which by the way descended into a firefight when the damn kid tried to stiff the dealers. So yeah I don't own nice clothes, because they would cost a fortune to be made and if they got torn then I'd be screwed."
((Sorry for the late post. Also, I'm just gonna move my character along after any interactions with Block's characters, and she/he can respond once she/he gets back. And Zeke, when your character was talking about a criminal, I think you were trying to refer to ike's character.))
Kate watched Pick have a small laugh at her joke, and for some reason, that just made her smile a bit more. It'd been admittedly a while since she'd talked to humans with the intent of actually making friends with them; the last time she'd interacted with someone, it was to interrogate a member of a government funded think tank, and that didn't end very well for the person on the receiving end. So one would be able to tell why the woman felt more open to socialising than others, at least for now. Following this, Pick offered a handshake, which Kate accepted with a gentle hold, and commented on the number of well known people in the room, which Athena had already duly noted.
"Seems so, huh?", at the end of the day however, Kate supposed that it wasn't statistically improbable; if more famous people appeared though, then she would've started to get suspicious. Anyways, after Pick took a short gander at Samson, she'd asked how everyone's ride here was. Kate had no real comment, and simply shrugged; it was much less difficult than it would've been if the meeting had been scheduled at a more populated area, for sure. The sickly looking teenager replied, and at the time, Kate was curious as to why she was here. At the moment, Athena theorised her use as a potential spy that evoked sympathy from unsuspecting people, or as a hacker, engineer, and/or robot operator.
Later on, Pick questioned the man who'd been muttering to himself a lot as to what he was looking for, and since Athena had already picked up some shady snippets from his conversations with what the AI presumed to be either his Muse or a partner, Kate was also slightly curious of this. Communicating through talking when you already had a way to do so through your brain was in itself, strategically ridiculous and generally speaking, idiotic, but Greeves explaining himself seemed to have once again distracted everyone, except for Kate, from that matter.
Basically, the US government had apparently brought him back from the dead, after the Russians supposedly killed him, and experimented on him until he managed to escape. For a brief moment, she wondered exactly how the tests had affected him, but a better question would be whether or not this man himself had already been compromised. It was strangely odd that the government hadn't installed any command words into their unwilling super soldiers, so Kate made a mental note to keep an eye out for any dubious behaviour exhibited by the man. Not that she wasn't already doing so for everyone around her(as she always did), but she simply allocated slightly more attention to him as a precaution. Better safe than sorry.
Greeves proceeded to explain the gist of things, and while the woman already knew much of the things he was talking about(such as the group's main aim, the danger of the job, and etc.), the two things that she noted in particular were the possibility of requesting for a specific job within the group(which she might've done in the future), and the guideline that operations should be carried out 'humanely and ethically'. Putting aside the horrible subjectivity of those terms, as long as she was allowed clean kills, she was fine by adhering to them. Finally, he dismissed all of them, saying that they should return tomorrow for an operation and that they were free until then. Following this, everyone began to make some small talk, introducing themselves, joking around, bragging, the usual. In the midst of this, Kate walked up to the table, just to ask Greeves a question.
"So, what time will we meet up tomorrow? Oh, and I'm very sorry to hear about what happened to you; that must've sucked, to say the least.", Kate knew that offering her condolences didn't really do anything to help relieve any of the man's past as a practical guinea pig; it was just one of those social graces that most people did as a sign of being sincere. Honestly, if she had went through the same thing he did, betrayed by her own government and tested on, no number of apologies would've made her feel better. Then again, she supposed it was better than nothing.
After Greeves answered her question, she thanked him and moved back into the group conversation(which she never stopped listening to), finding the famous doctor offering everyone a nice dinner. Pick responded sheepishly to this and very clearly flushed, only afterwards reasoning that it was still too early for dinner. Before this spiraled into its own conversation, Kate got in some words.
"Sure, why not? Where do we plan to eat?", her calm and friendly voice was accompanied with some optimism, and after Athena ran some scenarios on the possible negative outcomes of going along, she found the threat to be relatively low. At least, that's what she predicted with the information that they'd already been provided with. Subsequently, Earthbreaker(as he'd introduced himself as) joked again, and many of them started to discuss about what they were going to do between now and dinner. They started to talk about a carnival and watching a UFC fight, but Kate was mostly disinterested in both, unless they happened to do something out of the ordinary. When it came to entertainment, she admittedly preferred things like a nice book or a movie, but she supposed that she had to make friends. They were going to be working together after all.
But the discussion was relatively short-lived, as Two Doves soon reasoned that they still had an assignment scheduled for tomorrow, which was definitely something to keep in mind. Kate often pulled late nights, but that usually had the consequence of her waking up superbly late at times(occasionally past noon). Anyways, Samson had managed to respond to everyone's questions(which Athena attributed to either experience or wetware), and requested that his AI reserve a dinner at the Four Gardens(answering her previous question). Quite a few people were clearly surprised, and Kate was a bit too, to be completely honest. While she hadn't been there before, she knew of its reputation through having scanned through multiple of her targets' schedules, so she could definitely understand that this was a generous move.
When told by the AI, who was named Peter, that everyone should dress to impress, a new conversation about not having good clothes started within the group. Kate, as opposed to many of the others, did have something nice to wear(it was common for her to, considering her occupation) and was more intrigued by the idea of going along with the pretense of a masquerade ball, but she was sure that she could've went without a mask and gone undetected if she wished to; in fact, coupling her practical status as a nonperson with some real-time video editing of the surveillance footage should've gotten the job done. Besides, she wasn't too sure if she could acquire another mask in time for the dinner, as using the one she wore now would've been an obvious red flag for anyone on the lookout for the Strix.
"Going along with a masquerade mask sounds pretty fun. But anyways, what time will the dinner take place?", her voice was still cheerful and carried a small air of politeness. At this point, Two Doves left the room, saying that she'd meet them again at the lift. Kate supposed she would follow soon enough, after Samson answered her question.
((Yeah, I noticed that too recently lol. I've actually been checking back seeing what else I missed.))
"Oh...Alright." The sickly girl apparently didn't think my clothing would be the best for her. Looking at her now, she had a point. She was much taller and skinnier than me so the chances of it working were slim. Even if it did, it'd probably look too big and yet too small on her. "Well, how's about this? I can help you shop for something to wear instead. I mean, we have time." I decided to offer. I felt a bit bad that she didn't have something to wear after all. Besides, I needed to make sure I had allies or at least people to be on good terms with.
I then heard Earthbreaker complaining about how his size isn't exactly easy to come across and get, and some apparent background on guarding a man's son for a gun deal. He then took out one of these apparent custom made jackets to better illustrate it. I closed my eyes "Fine, fine. I get it. Look, it was a suggestion is all. Not a command. As for the carnival, before. No sense in going after if we want to see the match. However, looks like we're going to have to shop before that." I said, before sighing again. This was becoming more of a pain than it should be.
"Going along with the masquerade mask sounds pretty fun." I smiled again. Thanks Kate. You had a point and honestly, hearing someone be more positive about the event sure as hell made things go by smoother.
Everyone was talking about clothing sizes, masks, tuxedos, job, and more or less everything that Jonathan ignored. Two Doves ended up walking to the lift, to leave.
"That's it," Muse told Jonathan, "We need start talking in your mind." "Why?" Jonathan thought. "Because," Muse replied, "People are looking at you. It's basically common knowledge that you have an AI, although I don't think they would know that I can see them." "And why is that?" Jonathan asked. "Because every time you mention it, you start talking quieter," Muse replied, "Thanks for that by the way." "Well, as we've now settled that," Jonathan thought, "I think it's time I leave."
"Well," Jonathan said, "Since I will take you up on the dinner offer, but not on watching sweaty guys hit each other, I shall take my leave." He bowed, mocking Pick. He then turned around and began to walk toward the lift.
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Paxit - A Nation-Building Forum Roleplay. Join us!Rest in peace, Paxit."That sounds great," I responded, "but just so you know, shopping for clothes with me is no walk in the park." Finding something that fit me and didn't clash with my cybernetics tended to take a while, which was why I tended to wear my old clothes until I couldn't get them on in the mornings.
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Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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(Wow, I didn't expect you guys to get into this so much. Thanks. Please give me time to read through this and come up with some more posts. A few things I forgot to mention about Denzel: He has a few scars on his face, and he was placed on a private government watchlist. He can't afford to be seen by any outsiders, even in Old Town.)
I apologize in advance if I don't post on an RP for a while; I'm still sorting things out.
I shrugged once again. "Eh, so? Just means a bit of an adventure I suppose." I said over to the sickly girl. After answering, I noticed the man who was looking around before announce his leave and bow. It took a second for me to realize I did the same thing when I first met Dr. Martin...Irony I guess. Seems like everyone is finally starting to make their leaves. I walked over towards the door before turning over to the group. "Well, we should probably all get going, shouldn't we? Standing around isn't gonna get us much more progress." I said with a smile. These people....I don't know them quite yet, but I need to know a bit more. "Me: Jarvis, I want you to do a search of each of the people here judging by physical attributes. Focus attention mostly on those who's faces we can see. And let me know when each has a lead or a notable identity. Is that understood?" "Jarvis: Understood Ms. Winona."
None of them would try anything dangerous...I doubt that. But for all I know, anything could happen on a mission. Not to mention, if I'm to act covertly, I need to know things about each of these people. Cover stories, info to keep note of, etc. However...I can't identify all of them. If I did, my association with them would be too obvious. We might use PTP authorized networks, but I still don't know if mega-corporations can access them. My eyes sprung up as if a lightbulb went off in my head. In fact...better idea. "Me: Jarvis, change of plans. Only identify Earthbreaker and the antenna girl." "Jarvis: Particular reason madam?" "Me: Searching everyone is too risky....We need a direct resource."
Those two...They were the ones I could probably get some info on. The antenna girl didn't block her face and probably doesn't have too much info that'd be incriminating for me. Still info is info. As for Earthbreaker...worse case scenario, say I saw him walking on a street, got suspicious and looked him up. There's still suspicion in me saying that, but to the right people? They should stop asking. Everyone else brings up too many issues and Kate has the mask...there's no way I could figure something out on her at this moment. I walked around the group. "Oh one second before we head out."
I went up close to Wilson. About a few inches away. "Hey...is it fine if we talk later? There's something I really need to ask." I said quietly, with a slightly nervous smile. Before mouthing "Privately." I didn't need to be pushy...But I need to at least make it known that I needed info, in a sincere way. And Wilson, outside of maybe Greeves, is my best bet for getting that info without throwing myself into hot water.
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