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I shout to Gates over my shoulder, "Aye, sir! Tell Needle and Grunge I said to lend a hand!" then descend into the hold, smelling its patina of sweat and ardour. At least the master masks it with incense and the odd lonely-looking flower. They are r…
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Satisfied that Gates will see to Vignette, I nod and go back to smile number four. "Time marches ever forward, sir." I look hither and yon. "Lead on, if you will." My faded blue baseball duffel is empty, not that I'm expecting buckets of jingle, but…
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Hmm, he's providing his clients the service they paid for, which I can respect. But he's also willing to weather out this storm, which I don't fully understand. Peering out through the stippled glass porthole, I consider my own position. To honor th…
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I crack a thumb knuckle, once. "We all needs must go, Harbormaster. Who of your people are left? What other necessary sundries must you take? What can you leave?" If there is a nearby window, I will look at the clouds and judge our time. If I sound …
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[OOC: rolling to help Gates. Roll+Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 8)
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I meet Gates' eye and somehow manage to look sly, surprised, and include a tint of a blush at the implied praise. Who hasn't thought about running SafeCo? Admiral won't live forever. The space of two long breaths pass as we walk. "This place is no…
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A wry grin with little amusement. "If you've got a funny feeling, sir, then that's no laughing matter for our Vignette." I take Gates' intuition seriously. The boats, the muck, the shaky bridges, the huddled masses. I peer at it all. "This move is …
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I raise a hand to Latte. I should speak with her, to see how I can best help this move, perhaps to discern why Harbormaster wants me here, in this rotting place. "Friend Gates, you're a swwet sight for sore eyes. But we've just arrived and I haven'…
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"Everyone has plans," I murmur, loud enough for Pine to catch. I'll check on the others and do a quick headcount out of reflex. I will pull my scarf over my lips and mouth as we march.
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I clamber down from the cart, resting a hand on Pine's shoulder in an attempt to placate, or foster camaraderie, or acknowledge him as a person instead of a flesh. My boots squlech familiarly in the muck. "It will be better when ye lot don't have t…
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"I don't like the looks of that storm." I purse my lips, looking at the boat. How long will we find ourselves staying there? If I've got my druthers, and it comes to that, I'm staying with Bon. Nodding at the weather, I ask, "Pine, how bad does it …
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[OOC: On a miss, ask 1 anyway, but they hear about your interest in them.] Who do they know, like and/or trust?
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[OOC: Everybody eats, even that guy. Thinking about Latte. Roll+hot, marking XP] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 4)
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> "Simply fantastic, Pine. You're too good to me." A choice nugget of inside information is worth its weight in coldclear. I pause to recall what I've heard about Latte, what will be useful in the upcoming interaction. "How is it between you two…
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As the Maestro D', my lifestyle is taken care of by the income from my establishment, the Yacht Club. Have you been lately?
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There's a bead of sweat that trickles down his neck and moves further down. I watch it, imagining how far down it might go. I let him catch me looking and give him a little wink and smile number three. "Who gets left in charge when he's away, Pine? …
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Gates, I am delighted to reciprocate with your highlight. Show me Hard. I think you'll need it out in the world, and I want you to come back.
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I like to travel. Living inside limits one's vision. Also, I'm getting paid to travel, which is a nice bonus. I admit to being curious what Harbormaster could offer me as his "extra something" that's not inside his pants. I'm grateful for Needle's c…
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Bon, love, be Hot. I want you to know how I see you. August, dear, be Sharp. Sometimes it's better to look than to be seen. Gates, sir, would you highlight me? Your eyes regard as Mssr. Eckleburg's.
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I tip my hat when Gates agrees to the job. "I confess to looking forward to seeing more of you around, sir." I stop short of giving him a lazy wink, he might get ideas I wouldn't mind he have... but I daren't make him uncomfortable. Does he imply my…
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When Gates mentions how he feels about "H.M.", I quirk my mouth and twitch an eyebrow just so to indicate my feelings are in the same neighborhood. But bringing in new faces, giving those souls a fresh port in SafeCo, plus the opportunity... still. …
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Cigarette Girl gets a pat on her forearm and a tiny stroke of approval for her promptness. I consider taking a cigarillo, but I know Gates dislikes the smell, and Bon would present a homily about the drawbacks. I refrain. Gates' mug has the follow…
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I handsign to Ivar at the bar, ::Fine coffee for this one::, meaning Bon, of course. Gates might take coldclear water with lemon, possibly with some sugar, but he's surprised me in the past.
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"The labor is straightforward, Gates, and pays two jingles plus a coffee for each of your family. There are a goodly number of suites that need to be cleared and ready for habitation. I can let you know the specifics once I and Harbormaster have dec…
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[OOC: Helping Gates. roll+Hx.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 6, 2. Total: 10)
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I note how many tomatoes Harbormaster has eaten. Somewhere, down the line, I expect he'll pay for eating them. Very likely not in jingle nor in anything sinister, but a seemingly innocent kindness often pays dividends. I will clasp hands with Gates…
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"What providence," I say to Uni without a trace of irony. I would like to see Gates again... He has a way about him. "Harbormaster, let me escort you back to the Club lest Admiral get jealous or overthink us talking. I must attend to some strong bac…
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I raise an eyebrow. "Seven suites? My, my. The space is not an issue; there are a wide variety of booths or suites to make use of. But Safeco is a large sprawl and we should look at a map to ascertain the final, preferred locations. I would suggest …
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Smile number three and a wave of a hand. "Flatterer. I'm glad you're here, too. As long as we keep Admiral satisfied we are no threat, we all three will be fat, dumb, and happy. I speak figuratively, of course. I'm perfectly content for he to run th…
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[Spending hold 1/3: Is he telling me the truth?]