[Game Thread] The First - Finding Terrible Things

[Caput]

Mu says nothing, but he gives Rena a serious look. He falls back slightly, so he ends up between the two female party members.

I'm betting on some kind of personality complex, possibly caused by abusive organics, but maybe just some kind of brain-fault.

[Fragmaster01]

You return to the lift room. The bat eyes you curiously, decides you're not worth the effort, and flutters away.

OOC Your characters have happy free time until the next morning, to goof off, get thrown in jail, or possibly prepare. *gasp* "No... not that..." Go give happy descriptions of what your people do, and if/when you actually show up to do this thing that involves getting paid for diving into transit lines.

[copatt]

Standing in the lift room, Serena prods the ground with the broad toes of one of her front legs. So, what are you guys doing before we get started tomorrow? Know of any good bars or restaurants that serve, uh, critters? It obviously pains Serena greatly to think of herself as a critter.

[badhorse]

Ringo looks at Serena for what might as well be the first time. He hadn't really taken note of her up to this point - she wasn't really his type (loud). But he perks up at the mention of a bar.

"You asked the right dude, lady." He pauses for effect, and stands up a bit straighter. But not much. He examines his fingernails with fastidious carelessness as he continues. "I know a bar near here. Welcome to all and whatever. The chick who owns it, she's into me. I'm working on it. You'll see." He winks, clearly implying something. What, isn't clear. "I'm headed there now. Cheap drinks. Don't want to be sober when we meet our new gopher friends. They may take offense." He casually yanks the handle for the lift, activating it. "Whaddya say? Coming along?" He retrieves a bottle wrapped in brown paper from his coat, takes a swig, and quickly stows it again.

OOC I'm assuming everyone's on the lift? If not, Ringo doesn't activate it. Also I suppose I'm assuming there's a lever which activates the lift.

[Caput]

Mu stands in the lift again. "I don't really have any plans. I know a few places too if, uh, that one doesn't work out." He eyes Ringo suspiciously. By which I mean "when we get thrown out".

"Serena, you're from Centerdom, by the sound of your voice, right? Are you used to money?"

[Fragmaster01]

The lift activates. Sadly, some mysterious force helps Rena get on with you in a timely manner, thus ensuring you will never be safe from her 'company'.

[copatt]

Serena nods. I understand the concept of money, yes, but I don't have any-- which is why I took this job. I'm looking forward to earning some.

[badhorse]

Ringo peers at Serena intently at the mention of her Center-ish past. "You're from Centerdom? Man, what are you doing out here? I thought Center folk were too busy swapping pants to bother to leave their little gated soirée. Can you believe they won't let me in there? Me! Ringo! I'm not 'Centerish' enough, apparently. They don't get that I'm post-Center. Incredible. Philistines, the lot of 'em. Forget them. I can throw better parties on my own." He is no longer looking at Serena, but staring off into space as he relives past injustices.

Suddenly, he seems to snap out of his reverie, and returns his attention to the woolly lady. He adds, slightly apologetically: "You don't seem nearly as obnoxious as most of those nerds, anyway. And you have more hair."

[copatt]

Serena shoots Ringo a puzzled look about the time he snaps out of his rant. I guess you could say that I'm post-Center too. One of my professors-- a brilliant, but sick geneticist-transmuter-- thought he could just trade me some extra credit for the right to use my body in one of his experiments. She frowns and lifts one of her thick, front legs off the ground. Turns out he could. Anyway, I have no use for a society where anybody can get away with that. Anyway, I'm all for the proper exchange of currency now. Speaking of, could I get one of you guys to spot me for a drink or two?

[badhorse]

Ringo whistles sympathetically. "Well, someone owes you a drink, that's for sure. Guess I might as well be the one to introduce you to the world of filthy lucre." He grins and retrieves a gold coin from one of his many pockets, twirling it between his fingers. He starts to hand it to Serena, but hesitates when he realizes she can't hold it. "Err... got a pocket somewhere in there?"

[copatt]

Um, no. All I managed to escape with was this, Serena does a funny little, four-legged dance from side to side, trying to draw attention to the spelldisc hanging around her neck, my spelldisc. Maybe, uh, you should hold onto the money for now-- until I can buy some sort of pouch or... saddlebags. She looks kind of sad and pathetic at the prospect of wearing saddlebags.

[Caput]

Mu relaxes against the wall. "We'll get you one of those critter satchels, or maybe a have something made for you. I'll be happy to help you out where I can. I've swore off money for spiritual reasons and getting you set up sounds like a good cause."

[badhorse]

"A spelldisc, huh? You do magic?" Ringo apparently does not remember that Serena mentioned this earlier, or that she levitated a pen right in front of him several minutes ago. "I can do some, too, but I don't use one of those." He doesn't take his eyes off of the interesting disc, but addresses Mu: "If you don't want money, why are you working?"

[copatt]

Uh, yeah, Serena answered, confused as to how Ringo had missed her use of the mage hand spell just a few moments ago, and likely distracted by the thought of being fitted with a critter satchel. So maybe we should have a drink and some dinner, then go shopping. Despite her misgivings, Serena was somewhat excited at the prospect of her first shopping trip.

[Caput]

"I work because it's boring just sitting around and I still need to eat. That and it's not about not owning money so much as giving it away."

Mu nods to Serena. "I'm broke just now, but I'm sure we'll work something out. I usually do. I'll be more help to you after the job."