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Post by Ian Black on Feb 27, 2021 19:25:07 GMT -8
“That was crass. Even the radio is critiquing you.” Ian thinks. He was used to dealing with little old ladies and habitual gamblers, not the Lost. Maybe he’d been a bit too gung-ho about this whole collections business.
“Sorry, I’m clearly interrupting. Call or come by whenever you’re able.” Ian places a plain card with a phone number and address to a place called The Roost on the table. “No rush.”
The front door opening caught the Ian’s attention and he’d never been so happy to see uniformed men in his life. Taking advantage of the lull in conversation Ian excuses himself and makes his way to the front door of the diner.
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Post by Alecto on Feb 27, 2021 19:48:32 GMT -8
Bless your heart.
"Pull up a seat, Ian," the Furie said, smile wide as she gestured next to Firebringer.
He opened the door, he didn't get to scurry off after making her look like an idiot. Even if he didn't mean to.
"You don't just drop a bomb like that and leave me hanging. Do y'all know each other?" her eyes drifted from the group, and then briefly to the police. Spring wasn't her area of expertise, but she knew they had their fingers in all the pies, and could do some great things with that influence.
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Post by The Wyrd on Feb 27, 2021 19:54:22 GMT -8
Jen the Waitress came by and took the police officer's orders. The Breakfast Special and the Steak and Eggs, waters and coffee. They shifted topics from WandaVision to an intense debate about the Las Vegas Golden Knights penalty kill versus that of the Anaheim Ducks. They seemed to be paying the Lost no mind.
An old-looking Honda left the parking lot. The trucker called for his bill. The waitress popped her bubble gum as she went to grab it. A grey Crown Vic pulled up in the spot that it left behind.
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Post by Rowan on Feb 28, 2021 0:27:47 GMT -8
"Rowan," he offered, setting down his mug. "Please, join us. From one Low Season to another, I could use the back up."
It was a win-win-win: he had shown support to Megan, he was meeting someone from Winter and he was delaying the highly uncomfortable, but uncomfortable conversation with Dani. And while Megan's attention was on Mr. Black, he spotted a stray hair that clung to her cardigan.
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Post by The Wyrd on Feb 28, 2021 0:30:33 GMT -8
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Post by Alecto on Feb 28, 2021 1:02:35 GMT -8
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Post by Firebringer on Feb 28, 2021 11:03:58 GMT -8
Danica makes room for Ian to take a seat and then shakes her head a little bit at Alecto before turning a moment to look out the window. Sometimes she liked those moments of just watching the comings and goings of people living their lives.
She felt kind of weird in that moment, maybe it was something about work the other night that was getting to her. Little bitty nothing comments making her feel all meh. Part of why she wanted to go out tonight, just do something fun with her friend. Whom she still needs to badger into forming a motley with. And now they've got all this weirdness. Rowan seemed good and focused on it though, so that's good. Then a little paranoid thought goes off her her brain. Shouldn't she be more vigil?
We've got random lost we've never met approaching, one doing some kind of odd collections on this girl who just walked up to us. Is she using us to hide? Probably. And this dude Ian... No, I shouldn't be wasting glamour on something like this. Not right now. And what if they're being vigil themselves for the feeling of glamour spent? Best not. Probably. Right?
She takes one last gander out the window before looking back and focusing on the conversation between the others.
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Post by The Wyrd on Feb 28, 2021 22:27:03 GMT -8
Firebringer's idle peering out the window showed her two things. The first was details about the individuals in the Crown Vic. One, an athletic-looking Asian woman in her mid-forties sitting in the driver seat, was looking down at a light source below the dash. Perhaps a cell phone? The other appeared to be working a laptop that was attached to the dash. The other was a younger Caucasian male with short, stubbly hair like a Marine. They looked like they were wearing suits. Cheap, but functional.
In the reflection, she also noticed Rowan's clever snatch of Alecto's stray hair.
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Post by Ian Black on Feb 28, 2021 23:53:51 GMT -8
“If I’m not intruding.” Ian says, taking a spot at the table being careful not to impose on Dani’s personal space. Warm temperatures had never been his thing.
Signaling for the waitress he looks at the table, his concerned disposition replaced with something akin to relaxation. “Can I make up for my poor introduction? Pie is on me.”
The invitation tugged at the back of his mind though. Maybe it was his mantle getting the better of him, maybe not. If there was a game being played here he wasn’t going to go in blind.
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Post by Rowan on Mar 1, 2021 18:39:10 GMT -8
His face remained neutral, as it did most of the time. "I'll take the waffles, if that's alright," he answered the man. Megan's hair was twisted around his finger under the table for safekeeping. Rowan turned to its owner to answer the question. "No, we haven't met."
Pause. He didn't feel like small talk. "What did he mean by outstanding affairs?" he had asked her. Was that why she had approached them? To force whatever this was to become a more public issue? The presence of the police officers made him keenly aware to not cause a scene. Sure, he had some ID, just not the kind of ID people could look too hard at. He looked to Dani - sure, he was annoyed at her, but he still trusted her more than the two others. 'Everything good?' he tilted his head.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 1, 2021 20:20:55 GMT -8
"I'll take cherry and a coffee. That doesn't add to the tab, does it?" she said, winking to the Onyx agent. "Don't worry, honey, I only just started having investments pay back. It wasn't my intent to dishonour any well meaning business. I know what I agreed to when I signed the dotted line for a payday loan."
She looked to Rowan. "The economy. Sometimes one can't afford to wait for the sun to come up to get things rolling. Mr. Black is a third party working for bank, am I right?"
Getting assistance from the Spring Court wasn't anything new, she didn't see a reason to hide it. The language, however, was going to be specific. The police didn't need to think they were overhearing racketeering involving the soft spoken woman and get any ideas.
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Post by Ian Black on Mar 2, 2021 0:07:38 GMT -8
“That man either has a killer poker face or I’m getting paranoid in my old age.” Ian contemplates as he realizes he's being spoken to.
“Precisely Megan.” He smiles and thinks this collection might not be so difficult after all. ”And anything sweet off the menu is fine, coffee too. Some restrictions may apply.”
He turns to the now refocused Danica. “Anything for you?”
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Post by Firebringer on Mar 2, 2021 17:51:30 GMT -8
Danica had been distracted a moment by the outside and then the small moment of noticing Rowan stealing a wee hair of Megan's. She wondered what he planned to do with it. Go all scientisty on it? DNA stuff? It was a curiosity. It was also a distraction.
It wasn't until Ian directed his question at her that she was back to reality, "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Uh. Waffles too. And, uh. A coke."
Fire awkwardly rubbed the back of her head, then grimaced a little as she felt the ends of it. Trims never helped. It was what it was.
So, Megan has a debt thing and Ian is 'checking on her'. Kay. So, why did it feel sketchy too? New face. Twice. Ian was a known face in the Freehold. Ish. Megan was not. But, maybe she's overthinking it. Maybe Rowan's natural paranoia is getting to her.
Then the Fire pauses and looks back outside, "Aren't Crown Vic cars usually fed cars of a kind?" her voice is a little quieter when she asks.
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Post by Rowan on Mar 2, 2021 18:27:31 GMT -8
Rowan wanted to turn to check outside, but his instincts told him not to. He slowly nodded to Dani as he did what he did best. Paying the price, he picked at the scab that was his nature until he revealed the malleable core underneath, filled with possibility, and set to work.
The skin uncovered by his Iceman t-shirt began to split like old paper, revealing greyed out flesh underneath. The cracks went up his neck and into his face, blossoming in fungal growth that covered his eyes. Dead skin fell of him in large flakes that turned into dust before touching any surface.
"Sorry," he offered to the others, realizing too late that he had probably ruined their collective appetite. The air around him started to shimmer as he released innumerable spores to serve as an extension of his senses.
Rowan checked out from the immediate conversation as the spores scoured the zone for suspicious conversations.
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Post by The Wyrd on Mar 2, 2021 18:55:56 GMT -8
Whisperwisp. Gone was the chill of the Snowskin, dragging away the heat of life. The need to know lived deep in the breast of every Darkling, and wearing the skin of the Gentry's informants, Rowan felt the pull. He scanned around, his senses adjusting to the overwhelming number of conversations going on within a mile of them, the noise of Humanity needing to be sifted down.
The kitchen staff, chatting about inventory. The cops, talking about how much better the Ducks were when Teemu was Captain. The conversation lulled a moment as the discussion of the Crown Vic being a Fed car drew their attention briefly. They glanced out at the vehicle, and so did his senses. The cops couldn't hear what he could, though.
"What's she saying?" The passenger, sounding impatient.
"Just confirming... okay. Yeah, she's there." The driver paused. "Outside seat, closest to the wall. Let's get this done. I've got a plane to catch."
When Firebringer mentioned the Fed car, the two cops stopped talking and glanced out the window.
The pair in the Crown Vic got to exiting their vehicle, not moving too quickly or with any urgency. One produced a manila folder from the back seat.
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