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Thematrian1: ahh, much better
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: Thanks
Thematrian1: The food is mostly delicious. The bill is 188Y; a pittance.
Vernjonal: (It's more difficult than it would seem to migrate seamlessly between three different computers)
Thematrian1: heh
Thematrian1: (No more difficult than it would seem)
MilesMk1: Of course, by this point, all the name colors that don't burn the retina have been used up. :-)
Vernjonal: (Especially when one is running XP and the other two OSX)
Thematrian1: (Memo to AOL: people are allowed to share colors. I swear)
Vernjonal: None of the versions of AIM I've ever had on a computer I owned have had colours.
Vernjonal: Well
Vernjonal: Most of them have me as red and everyone else as blue.
Vernjonal: But nothing more than that.
MilesMk1: You're bright yellow, Thematrian is... aqua.
Thematrian1: No, you're bright yellow!
CirclMastr: ...
Vernjonal: ...
CirclMastr: So, can we get back to the game?
Thematrian1: and Circl is Aqua. Sure.
Thematrian1: Bill=188Y
Vernjonal: I spoke too soon. Apparently this client does the colour-thing.
Vernjonal: (Dave=green, Miles=peach or so, Seiler=blue, for all no one who cares)
Vernjonal: Is Sam eating, or is he missing out on this fine meal?
CirclMastr: "I say we make Sam pay the bill"
MilesMk1: It's Matt, BTW.
Thematrian1: Sam is eating, I assume
Vernjonal: I remember that now and then, usually after I've called you Miles.
Thematrian1: (I'll do my very best to remember, Matt)
MilesMk1: Heh.
Vernjonal: Miles, Matt, Mark... maybe I'll just call you M-dude. ;-)
Vernjonal: *Back on topic*
MilesMk1: (Actually, Mark is one of my names, just not the first.)
CirclMastr: "I'm worried about Martha"
MilesMk1: "Why is that?"
Thematrian1: It's almost nine by the time you've finished your dinner, btw
CirclMastr: "She hasn't called or anything"
MilesMk1: "Was she supposed to?"
Vernjonal: Hey, I'm taking my time.
CirclMastr: "I would think she'd call about what happened with Viktor..."
Vernjonal: "Maybe she likes Viktor or something."
MilesMk1: "It is pretty early. You know those college kids."
CirclMastr: "No, she doesn't"
MilesMk1: "Probably doesn't get up before noon."
Thematrian1: (You've been driving for over a day)
CirclMastr: "Think it's too early to call?"
MilesMk1: "I think we should refrain from anything before I talk to our employer..."
Vernjonal: "Could she identify you?"
CirclMastr: "What do you mean?"
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Vernjonal: (Oop)
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: (There we go)
Vernjonal: (Any response to the question of identification?)
Thematrian1: CirclMastr: "What do you mean?"
Vernjonal has left the room.
Thematrian1: ...
Vernjonal has entered the room.
Vernjonal: "How good a look did Martha get of you?"
CirclMastr: "Good enough"
Vernjonal: *Pensive look*
CirclMastr: "What's wrong?"
Vernjonal: "...Nothing."
CirclMastr: "Tell me" *puts a hand on hers*
Vernjonal: "It's nothing. Just paranoia."
CirclMastr: "It's okay hon, she wouldn't betray us"
Vernjonal: "Maybe not of her own free will..."
CirclMastr: "..."
CirclMastr: (What time is it now?)
Thematrian1: 9:10
CirclMastr: *sighs aloud and calls up Martha*
Thematrian1: In the restaurant?
CirclMastr: (If she answers Shojo'll step outside)
Vernjonal: (What day is it?) (Make an etiquette roll to stop from using a phone in the restaurant ;-) )
Thematrian1: Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring ring. "H'lo?" Very groggy, but it sounds like Martha.
CirclMastr: *gets up and heads out*
Vernjonal: "So how long've you been in Chi-town, if you don't mind my asking?"
MilesMk1: (Me?)
MilesMk1: (Sorry, drifted off.)
MilesMk1: "Grew up around here, actually."
Umbrafer: "Me too. Only came back about two years ago, though."
Umbrafer: "I lived in Seattle for a while, and Denver, but Chicago's the place to be right now, I think."
Umbrafer: "Just big enough for lots of opportunities, just small enough that you aren't outclassed everywhere you turn..."
Umbrafer: "The place is going to be big within a year, two at the most."
MilesMk1: "I've been around a bit myself. Spent a few years working in Germany, but in the long run, Europe doesn't do it for me."
MilesMk1: "That was my first time in LA, and if that's a fair sample, I'm glad to be away from the West Coast."
Umbrafer: "LA's a hellhole. My first time there too, but I've known people from there."
Umbrafer: "Seattle's not so bad; same with Vancouver. My father always said California was no great shakes back before it seceded, either."
MilesMk1: "Well, things are going well enough here... I suppose the big time might be elsewhere, but I'm pretty comfortable."
Umbrafer: "I spent some time in Europe once. Roads are too small, though."
Umbrafer: "And the SOX..." *Shudders*
MilesMk1: (Make that "pretty damn well comfortable, just so I can fit one more 'well' into that sentence."
MilesMk1: )
MilesMk1: (OOC - SOX? I have no clue what that is, should my character, since he claimed to spend time in Europe?)
Umbrafer: (SOX is a large, irradiated, toxic wasteland between Germany and France.)
Umbrafer: (The Saar Special Legislative Zone)
Umbrafer: (A good place for corp black facilities, natch)
MilesMk1: (He'd probably have spent some time around there, then. ;-))
MilesMk1: "Lots of work opportunities, though... If you have the health for it."
Umbrafer: "Even with nearly an inch of armor, that geiger counter was still clicking. Not much, but it was clicking. I think I can still feel the radiation in my bones."
MilesMk1: "Well, no chance of having to deal with anything like that around here."
Umbrafer: *Raises her water glass to that*
MilesMk1: *follows suit*
Umbrafer: "Have you ever been to Seattle?"
MilesMk1: "Nah. After coming back here, I decided to stay local while my dad was still around."
Umbrafer: "Funny... I left Chicago after my father died."
MilesMk1: *grins* Used to work for Lone Star, if you can believe it.
Umbrafer: *Laughs* "Really?"
Umbrafer: "Well, I guess it's not that strange. I test-drove some of Ares' stuff for a year, maybe a bit more. I guess a lot of us probably have had other lives..."
MilesMk1: "Worked on drone maintenance and weapons, not street."
MilesMk1: "That's how I know Ng..."
Umbrafer: "I wouldn't have pegged you as the mechanic type..."
MilesMk1: "My father, I mean."
MilesMk1: "The talent must skip a generation, or something."
Umbrafer: "Oh." *sheepish look* "I see."
CirclMastr: *heads back inside and sits down* "What'd I miss?"
MilesMk1: "They have real blackberry pie for dessert."
MilesMk1: "So, how's Martha?"
CirclMastr: "The class was cancelled, but just for a day..."
Umbrafer: "My dad was a mechanic. Well, engineer by trade, but he loved the hands-on work. Worked with some car company in Detroit before they got bought out by Ares, then they transferred him to aerospace."
Umbrafer: *Looks back up as Shojo enters*
MilesMk1: "And then...?"
Umbrafer: *Looks at Shojo expectantly*
CirclMastr: "And then... I don't know. There are rumors going around but I don't know if there will be any repercussions"
CirclMastr: (Didn't know that was directed at me, sorry)
MilesMk1: "Rumors about his sexual procivities, or rumors about someone from out of town fucking him over?"
CirclMastr: "She didn't tell me any of them"
MilesMk1: *sigh* "Time to call Natasha, I suppose."
MilesMk1: (It should be close to 10:00 by now, no?)
Thematrian1: Yep
MilesMk1: "I'll be back."
MilesMk1: *Goes out and calls Natasha*
CirclMastr: "So..."
Umbrafer: "Let's forget about this mess. What're you planning on doing for the next few days?"
CirclMastr: "Make sure Martha is okay, and spend some quality time with my girlfriend..."
Umbrafer: *Smiles* That'd be nice. Want to see if we can find a public park and have a picnic? I need to get more work soon, but we should have a few days."
CirclMastr: *grins* "Sounds great, love"
MilesMk1: *comes back*
MilesMk1: *sits*
MilesMk1: "We seem to be fine, or at least, she has indicated no misgivings."
MilesMk1: "She seemed to be more interested in Victor's great reluctance to assist us, if anything."
CirclMastr: *mutters something about pervert*
Umbrafer: "Any indication of why last time wasn't good?"
MilesMk1: "Why last time wasn't good?"
MilesMk1: "Ah, the phone call. No, none."
Umbrafer: *Nods, visibly reassured*
MilesMk1: "She did ask after Viktor..."
Umbrafer: "Any specific questions?"
MilesMk1: "But as I said, seemed to be more concerned with his antics than anything else."
MilesMk1: "How is Viktor?"
CirclMastr: "Did you tell him she shouldn't be dealing with an unstable perv like him?"
Umbrafer: "On the contrary."
MilesMk1: "Was the only one."
Umbrafer: "His value to her is much higher because he's an unstable perv."
CirclMastr: "Her choice, I guess"
MilesMk1: "I merely said he was twitchy and somewhat uncooperative, to which she responded by saying he was 'never a well man' and that she will have to 'speak' to him because this unreliability won't do."
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MilesMk1: "Unless she's stringing us along for some reason, I think we have dodged a bullet on this one."
CirclMastr: "Well, I've still got to find a more permanent solution, it seems"
MilesMk1: "She seems to give the impression of caring about the delivery a good deal more than Viktor's personal problems."
Umbrafer: "Just in case, swap the credstick he gave us when you can. It might have a locator."
MilesMk1: "I think it'd be good if you let some time pass before you try anything..."
MilesMk1: "If you absolutely have to..."
CirclMastr: "Yes, I do"
MilesMk1: "I'd suggest that if it's this Martha you care about, that you look into getting her away from his influence, rather than trying to destroy the shmuck in conspicuous ways..."
Umbrafer: "If he's desperate, there's no telling what he'll do."
CirclMastr: "She has a chance to live a good life, I don't want to drag her down into the shadows if I don't have to... but I will if I have to"
Umbrafer: "While he still has something to lose, he probably won't rape and murder her."
Umbrafer: "What's she majoring in, anyway?"
CirclMastr: "Some advanced math degree, heh. I'm not much of a college girl"
Umbrafer: "Theoretical math? Yeah, she wouldn't do too well in our profession."
Umbrafer: Emend "our" to read "the"
CirclMastr: "I would support her if I had to"
Umbrafer: "But it's better if we don't put a psychotic professor with nothing to lose on her tail to make her fall back on it."
CirclMastr: "I know"