Prologue: The Dog Days of Summer

[Ozgood13]

{Bone Biter}

Bone looks at Pandora and says, " If possible I would like the Ares Slivergun. I should be able to concile it under my left arm in a small holster." Then he waits to receive the pistol and adds, "My thanks for the loan, and I hope not to have to use it."

OOC: Bone takes the Metro to get to the Needle. The Metro station is about a block away from the Needle. Bone is trying to blend into the crowd and watching for Headstone. Bone is calm, his head on a slow swivel as he has observed trackers and hunters in vid shows.

[Charybdis Richelle]

{GM}

Pandora reaches around to the small of her back, undoes her holster, and slides the holstered weapon as far toward Bone Biter as she can reach, trusting that with his longer arms, he can reach the rest of the way.

“I hope you don’t need to either,” she says. “I’ve only ever had to draw it once, and I’ve never fired it outside of practice. It’s in pretty good shape, even if I did buy it used. And Headstone just fixed the sites. The holster should help hide it. At least that’s what the dealer said. And no one’s ever found it on me, so…” She shrugs. “Of course, it may not fit you right.”

As the decker speaks, she unzips a side compartment of her backpack and pulls out a spare clip. “That’s all the ammo I’ve got, but if you need 60 rounds, things are probably too fragged for this little toy.”

[shaidar]

{Revs}

Revs looks from Skye to Pandora to Headstone and back and forth.

"OK, that's clear, I think. No wetware. Nothing shady with kids, I wouldn't be comfortable with that myself. Should one of us inside be lead negotiator? Not me, though, not my primary skill set."

[archolewa]

Baby Blue
"I'll order a glass of apple juice, and a glass of milk if things go south," says Baby Blue. Her lips quirk. "I doubt our big, mysterious Mr. Johnson would order like a frazzled mother for a picky toddler. Though you all better not come charging into the Needle singing William Tell's Overture if we are in trouble. You'll just get shredded by security, and your bits tossed in a Lone Star cell. If they mean to kill us, we'll be dead before you can get there. If they mean to arrest us, you can wait until we're out of the Needle."

[Charybdis Richelle]

{GM}

Pandora nods. “That works for me,” the decker says about the signal. She winces at Baby Blue’s warning. “Yeah, you have a point… Frag… And I still really have no way to warn those of you inside if I notice anything shady in the restaurant or local area, except…” She trails off. She drums her fingers on the keyboard, not typing, just a rhythmic pattern on the plastic. She snaps her fingers.

“Okay, it’s crude,” Pandora says. “Even cruder than our outgoing signals. But if things outside become a total SNAFU, I’ll crash the ordering system. I don’t know whether or not that will be very noticeable if you're not currently ordering, but it’s the best I can think of. Better than nothing, though, neh? So, maybe check it now and again... Idly tap your fingers and bring it up? Like a nervous habit or fidgeting or something?” She shrugs.

[shaidar]

{Revs}

"Do they have piped background music, or some kind announcement system, or or are they too posh for that?"

[Charybdis Richelle]

{GM}

“I don’t know,” Pandora admits. “They don’t have anything like that connected into their primary system, nothing visible from the ’Trix. Their public site mentions that they occasionally have live music, usually a string quartet. Why? I can try to skate their financials to see if they pay out for anything like that, but…” She shrugs.

Looking at the time, though, the team realizes the time for talking has passed. They need to dress and get underway if they want to make the Space Needle by 7 PM.