Session Start: Sat Mar 04 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Daylight
<+FreakLegion> Katie, still in her labcoat and PJs, makes her way down the sidewalks, jamming to her headphones while she plans her next move since the Lab is toast and she just flushed her job.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ walks down the street and pokes someone and they do a bro-hug and exchange things under the guise of being best pals. He then does a gangsta handshake with the person and meanders on down the street, pocketing something and pulling out a smoke as he continues on. He’d pull out a lighter and then notice Katie and give her a wave. “Hey there…Katie? Yeah, that’s your name, right?”
<+FreakLegion> Katie glances both ways and lowers her glases down her nose, looking over the top of them at him and takes off the headphones. “Huh? I told you last night. Tell Cory he can Suck It. Capital S, Capital I. He’s a douche nozzle of the first degree.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You mean..Cornel, I assume. I don’t work for that hombre, ok? I’m totally happy with telling him to suck it and fuck it and whatever else, but it’s not like I know where the hell he is.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie reaches up and runs a hand through her hair and pushes her glasses back up as she studies Ramirez a moment. “I don’t really know either. I haven’t been there in a month and was not privy to anything beyond my own projects. But with the Cleaning Crew arriving… there won’t be anything left down there. So it’s probably a good thing I made those backups before I left cause I might need them to start over somewhere.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well, I’m glad we went to check on things and found you at least. Maybe you wouldn’t mind answering some stuff over some coffee or some dinner?”
<+FreakLegion> Katie plays with the headphones dangled around her neck. “Sure, I guess. Kinda curious as to what’s going on myself.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Alright, well let’s trade info then. Fair? There’s a diner just down the street or we can go somewhere more fancy if you want, or if you got somewhere cool to go, that works.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie shrugs her shoulders and then walks over to him, gesturing for him to lead on. “Sounds fine to me. I could use a burger and a beer. So what exactly are you guys looking for?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ would walk on then to the diner and head inside, holding the door for her. It was an alright place with decent enough beer and easy prep meals..like burgers. It was greasy food but hearty food. Just don’t eat there every day and you won’t die of a heart attack.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sat down and ordered himself some burger and fries/soda combo meal. When the waitress wasn’t there, he’d start speaking. “We were looking for more info on Cornel and also Arthur’s dad, to find out how he’s involved in this, whether he’s being duped or what.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie orders herself a burger and a beer and then leans forward in her seat, listening to him talk. “Al? He’s…well, technically he is Arthur’s dad I guess. It was really sad and all what happened to him. Most of the reason I stayed when Cory started acting all weird.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Can you explain something more about them? If his dad isn’t his real biological dad..what is he to Arthur? Arthur says he’s the child of a Sidhe woman and he’s spent a lot of his life in the Dreaming or something.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “By the way, don’t get that kid drunk. It’s incredibly easy and he’s like one of those stupid drunks you have to babysit or you think they might go walk out in traffic.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie winces visibly and leans back in the seat a moment, rubbing her temples and then leaning forward again so she can speak quietly. “Alestair’s wife died like… I don’t know, before my time really. Anyway, he was heartbroken he never got to meet the son he was supposed to have. So he created one. Which I guess sounds kinda Frankensteinish now that I hear it out loud. Anyway, short version is that Cornel tampered with it for some project he was working on, and I hear he used faerie essence and something else he supposedly got from a demon… and it produced twins. Arthur and Hope.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ blinked, taking this Frankensteinish story mixed with some demonic spices in. “So Cornel basically stole Alestair’s work? Damn that’s got to suck. Was Alestair allowed to be involved in the children’s growth..and I wonder why we never heard that Arthur had a twin. He hasn’t mentioned her at all. All he talks about are the dragon he walks around with and his Fae world, dreaming stuff.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie down like half her beer before continuing. “Anyway, Arthur was always running around getting into shit. He could make his own reality too, like square on make you part of it too. He even made a ‘Mother’ that was some sort of faerie queen or something. He even found a picture so it looked like Al’s wife. Al… he started living more in Arthur’s living dream world than in the real word. I suspected Cornel had something to do with that but… not like I can prove anything. Hope never really came out and I wasn’t allowed in the restricted area so I know less about her situation.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods and frowns slightly in contemplation…and then munches on his food before continuing. “So Arthur is more derranged than I first thought. Could his father be in this Dreaming somehow? We could go check on his father’s lab he mentioned yesterday and maybe that will yield something as to his whereabouts, or if he’s being forced to go along with Cornel.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie takes a few bites of her food and looks thoughtful. “Maybe. Not my forte really. I don’t think there was another Lab… there’s another couple small Chantries. One is a bunch of voodoo guys and the other was at the university.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I know some stuff about voodoo. Maybe those are both places we should check then. At any point, what are you going to do now that you have no job?”
<+FreakLegion> Katie makes a face and then pulls her bangs out of her face a bit. “I don’t know. But I do know with the Technocracy moving in it’s bad news all around. Fuck those guys. With what they find down in that Lab, it’s more than a 90% chance they’ll stick around to see what the fuck is going on.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well, at least they won’t find certain stuff. A lot of things were ruined. I was hoping we’d get to go down in there again but eh..whatever. You gave us more info than we had before, so it wasn’t a total bust and now we know to watch out for some others who might interfere with this.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie nods and polishes off her food, then her beer. “Yeah, stay away from those guys. I don’t think some of your friends understand how dangerous they can be. The only good news is that if there were any errant experiments from the restricted sections… they will be cleared out and not pose a danger to the general populace.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I was told to avoid them by a mentor guy I met. What Tradition are you and can you tell me some about you? How’d you come to get in this?”
<+FreakLegion> Katie twirls her finger around the edge of the glass. “Son of Ether. I build robots in my spare time and explore the processes of converting matter to energy and back again as well as quantum mechanics.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie looks thoughtful. “Right now about 78% of my stuff is theoretical.. but I am working on putting it all into action. Building it from scratch.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie looks over the top of her glasses at him again. “What about you?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Euthanatos. I’m lucky if I can fix a car, though I am working on getting better at that. I can make some drugs though.” * he snickered.
<+FreakLegion> Katie grins, biting her tongue a little bit. “I have some plans drawn up for a car to run on water. Gonna piss so many people off, it’ll be great. So no offense about the voodoo guys thing, ya know? I don’t need to get cursed or some shit.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I don’t know why I’d be offended. Can you tell me about them and what they got to do with anything?”
<+FreakLegion> Katie purses her lips and looks at him. “We discussed a few thems and yaaaaaa lost me. So who did what where now? My peeps or yours?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I have no idea. You lost me.” He laughs.
<+FreakLegion> Katie laughs and takes out a piece of paper from her labcoat pocket and pulls a stub of a pencil from somewhere in her hair and jots down a phone number. “Here. If you guys need help with anything or just wanna chill or something, hit me up.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Sure thing.” He takes out his cell phone. “I’ll give you my number in case something comes up.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie smirks a bit and nods. “Fuck yeah. This’ll be fun. As for my job… meh. I got ways of making money. Literally, actually. So rent is not an issue. The rest I’ll figure out as I go. But you wanna warn your buddies to not draw undo attention with the MIB guys in town.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods “I will talk to them. I don’t know why they’d take these technobrats as a joke really. It makes sense that some of us went looney tunes earlier on and decided to hog all the stuff for themselves. I like stirring the kettle but not when it’s like the size of a fucking town or something.”
<+FreakLegion> Katie nods. “Yeah. Well, maybe they just haven’t dealt with them before?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I haven’t either but I was told by my the guy who acclimated me to my tradition that yeah, they weren’t to be fucked with unless you have to and then have an escape route.
<+FreakLegion> Katie nods and then gets up, putting some money on the table to covers her food and a good tip. “I gotta go get R2 and junk but I’ll see ya around.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yup, take care.” He gets up and pays the rest and some tip and then heads out to the theater.
<+MichaelM> Ramirez receives a text from Kara “Hey, I need to talk to you about something. Do you have a place we can talk?”
<+gruegirl> Ramirez also recieves a text from Ruth. “Bit bored, hasn’t been anything too exciting since that thing with the lab. Got anywhere to chat about ‘stuff’?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sends a text back: Ok, can meet at the theater or you can meet me at some coffee shop or restaurant. I’m hungry.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sends a text to Ruth: Let me get back to you in a moment.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ sends text to Kara: Is Ruth coming ok and if so, we can meet wherever.
<+MichaelM> “I’d prefer the coffee shop.” Kara texts back. “I don’t drink. Ruth can come.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ <txt Kara: Alright, see you there.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ txts Ruth: Ok, meet us at <blah> coffee shop.
<+gruegirl> Ruth replies by text: “Alright. I like <blah> coffee shop. Way better than <meh> coffee shop anyhow. Be there in 5.”
<+MichaelM> When Ramirez and Ruth arrive, Kara is already sitting in a booth near the back. Five empty coffee cups sit on the table before her, and she appears to be vibrating slightly as she stares out the window.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ heads to the coffee shop and meanders on in, ordering some espresso super shot kill me now coffee drink. He gets 3 of them and then goes and sits down at the table. “Hey Kara!”
<+MichaelM> “Huh?!” Kara snaps around at the sound of her name. “Oh. Hey Ramirez,” she greets, making an effort to keep her voice steady, “you got here quickly.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah, I was a few blocks away at the mechanic shop. I’m trying to learn to fix cars.” * he settles into a seat across from her. “How’s it going?”
<+MichaelM> “It’s going well,” Kara lies, “everything’s fine. Areyougoingtodrinkallthose?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Hang on.” * downs one straight right there and preps the other for drinking. “Yeah. I am. So yeah.. what’s really like going on?”
<+MichaelM> Kara sighs, lowers her head to the table, and slowly wraps her arms around it. “I need your help,” she mumbles, barely audible.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ blinks and then drinks the second one. “Okay..what do you need?” * he’d say that a bit more sincerely.
<+MichaelM> “‘m goin’ an eh der,” Ramirez hears, Kara’s voice almost completely muffled.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ tilts his head and leans toward her more. “Say that again..”
<+MichaelM> “‘m going on a date,” Kara whispers. She raises her head from her hands and looks pleadingly at Ramirez. “Help me, please.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Okay..that’s not so bad of a thing..unless the person is not cool. How would you like me to help you? Do you know where you are going?” He was having an interesting time debating why a woman like Kara would ask him for dating advice…but she really seemed to need it. How could he walk out? though his first instinct was to laugh..he held it down to take this seriously. mostly.
<+MichaelM> “Well, I either need advice, or for you to help me kill half of the 3rd precinct to ensure their silence,” Kara mutters, leaning into one propped-up hand. “I’ve never done this before. Either, as it happens.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Really? How old are you? You’re cute. I don’t see why you wouldn’t get any dates.”
<+MichaelM> Kara turns her gaze to Ramirez, raising a disbelieving eyebrow. “Really? I’m an abnormally-short, plain-looking, hyperactive, neurotic, borderline-schizophrenic, workaholic,” she brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. “Besides, I’ve always had too much work to do. I still do, but now I’m being blackmailed.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Is it by someone at your work?”
<+MichaelM> “It’s by half the 3rd precinct by this point,” Kara groans, “I keep getting text update on the betting pool.”
<+gruegirl> It’s at this point Ruth pulls up in her truck. She heads inside <blah> coffee shop and heads over to Ramierez and Kara. “Hi there kiddies.” She says having a seat.
<+MichaelM> “Hi, Ruth,” Kara murmurs as the other woman takes her seat at the table.
<+gruegirl> “Hey. Kara right?” Ruth asks smirking a bit. “Is it safe to talk about stuff here, or am I jus’ being paranoid?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You don’t know who it is? Well that is going to make it more interesting. I suppose then you should relax more really because it’s some weird betting pool thing.”
<+MichaelM> “Oh, no. I know exactly who’s behind it,” Kara mutters darkly, “they’ve just got everyone else in on it.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “So you know who you are going on the date with? if so, let’s get a description of him.”
<+MichaelM> “I don’t know who it is,” Kara admits. “I don’t even know if it’s a him. All I have is a reservation date and location.”
<+gruegirl> “Oooh mystery date.” Ruth says cutting in with a grin. “Bring wine. If he’s a pig, you can bash ’em over the head with the bottle.”
<+MichaelM> “That’s…helpful,” Kara responds diplomatically, “but I’d like to avoid having to resort to violence.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth laughs heartily “Yeah you really don’t want my advice on men and dating anyhow.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Okay, so where is it at?”
<+MichaelM> “That’s…okay, fair point,” Kara concedes. “Like I said, I have no idea who it is.” She turns to Ramirez at his question. “It’s at an Italian restaurant downtown. I’ve been told it’s supposed to be a nice place.”
<+gruegirl> “Well. That’s either going to be a good time or a trap. Either way, good luck.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Okay, so lets look up the place first and see how fancy it actually is so you know how to dress and stuff.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You don’t want to under dress but not over either.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth helpfully whips out her smartphone and pulls up the place’s yelp-page
<+MichaelM> “That’s a lot cause already, Ramirez,” Kara sighs. “I can guarantee I’ll be underdressed. My wardrobe isn’t exactly versatile. I just need to know what to *do* on this…date. I’ve never done anything like this before.”
<+gruegirl> “I’ve got some anti-anxiety chemicals… but you don’t seem the type.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth then looks up from her phone “Got four stars under new management. Prices havn’t gone up since then. I should check the place out at some point.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “So we go shopping, Kara. We got this. You asked my help, so we’re going to get this right. When is this date? Do we have like a few days so we can get a tailor?”
<+MichaelM> “It’s Monday,” Kara says, somewhat hysterically, “and I have to stay for three courses, or they’ll tell everyone that…” Kara stops herself, blushing heavily. “Sorry. Thank you,” she turns to look at Ruth, “both of you,” then back to Ramirez “for helping me.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth smirks “Hey no problem.” She says leaning back a bit “I’m always up for spreading my sunny disposition across this fair city.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Okay..not to be fresh, but you have time to go to a tailor for a dress or you can give me measurements and I’ll get you a dress. You just gotta get an appointment on monday for a hairdresser and make sure you tell them to do your makeup too and nails if you want.”
<+MichaelM> “A dress?” Kara looks scandalized. “I don’t know how to wear a dress? Nobody told me I’d have to wear a dress! And…did you say makeup?”
<+gruegirl> “Oh I havn’t worn a dress in years.” Ruth says with a sympathetic look. “I don’t look good in one without heels…”\
<+MichaelM> “I am not wearing heels,” Kara says insistently. “No. Nuh-uh. Not happening. End. Of. Discussion.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “It’s a four star restaurant so that means it’s decent enough that yeah, you have to dress up nice.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “and okay, no heels, but you still have to have some decent shoes that go with the dress. What’s your favorite color?”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ takes out his phone and takes a pic of Kara.
<+MichaelM> Kara mutters something under her breath in german. The only words that can be made out are “Scully,” “Byers,” and “Mörder.”
<+MichaelM> She starts slightly as Ramirez asks her her favourite colour, then stares at him blankly. “It’s white, if you hadn’t guessed,” she says, gesturing to her sweater with one hand and her equally shock-white hair with the other.
<+gruegirl> Ruth raises an eyebrow “What’s this about watching the X-files in Mordor?”
<+MichaelM> “She’s a detective,” Kara explains to Ruth, “her name is Dana, and she’s a cop so everyone calls her Scully.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ ‘Okay, what other character than white cuz you aren’t getting married so we need something else in that.”
<+MichaelM> “I…” Kara thinks for a moment. “Red, I guess.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Alright, good. Leave the rest to me but set that appointment with the hairdresser.”
<+MichaelM> “What’s wrong with my hair?” Kara asks defensively.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Nothing. You just might want it styled and to get some makeup and nails did or whatever women do that I never totally get.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth has to chuckle again. “I never thought I’d be the girliest person in any conversation. But yeah, for something like that, a new haircut can do wonders.”
<+MichaelM> “Then why are you having me do it?” Kara asks, incredulous, “I need to know what do to, not get dressed up for a runway shoot. I”m going to make a complete idiot of myself otherwise, and they’ll never let me live this down.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You are going to a nice restaurant. You want to be dressed for it. You gotta do this right, and then when you are dressed nice you have the power here. You aren’t sure who the guy is, but its a silly blind date. Maybe it will go somewhere but maybe it won’t and well, you should just try to have fun and think of some conversation things.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth thinks a bit “Ya know… Offer’s still valid on the anti-anxiety stuff.” Ruth says digging around in her bag and pulling out a pill bottle of Gabapentin.
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Like the person seems to be at your work place so maybe you can find out some stuff about the person and what they do. find out if he wants to talk about himself all the time or actually asks you anything. Enjoy the food. Don’t skimp out because food is a great way to distract yourself if he’s being an idiot or you need to think about your question. Get a bottle of wine -but- only drink what you know you can handle and still be mostly sober and…if something bad happens, have us on speed dial. If you are really worried about it, I’m sure I could rally some others up and we could try to get in there and get a table somewhere so if it goes bad you can ask us for advice there.”
<+MichaelM> “I happen to enjoy my anxiety, thanks,” Kara informs Ruth. “My childhood therapist thought that was unhealthy, so I stopped going to him.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “you know, when you live like we do…anxiety isn’t the worst thing to have. It’s a survival trait.”
<+gruegirl> Ruth shrugs “I can’t stand anxiety. Life can’t be worth surviving in if you can’t chill once in a while.” She shrugs. “Speaking of living like we do, you didn’t answer me Ramirez.”
<+MichaelM> She turns back to Ramirez as he speaks and shakes her head at his earlier comment. “No, I know the date’s not from work. Scully’s tried setting me up before. At one point, she’d had profiles of me up on twenty four different dating sites. Besides, everyone at the precinct knows me to well to waste their time trying to date me.” She shakes her head again as he advises wine. “No alcohol. Period. I’m done dealing with *that* personal demon.” Her expression softens when he talks about being on speed-dial or getting others to come to the restaurant too. “Oh, that would be amazing.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “What’d you ask that I wasn’t paying attention to? And gabapentin ain’t going to be so good for anxiety really. Zanex please.”
<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods to Kara. “Okay, no booze then. It’s up to you if you want us there or not. I don’t mind lurking around and yea, speed dial if there’s any problem.”
<+gruegirl> “I’ve got some Zanex back at my place. I carry Gabapentin in case I need to pull someone out of an Adderol high.”
Session Close: Sun Mar 05 00:00:00 2017