Forwarded for greg... >>>As Danny walks deeper into the dark alley, Woof glances back. He >>>sees a pair of men stop on the sidewalk at the entrance to the >>>alley. It looks like one is holding something up to the other's >>>mouth. He sees a small flame, and then a glow...and then the two >>>men start to walk down the sidewalk again away from the alley. >>> >>>Danny is now at the back of the alley where it ends at a 2 meter >>>high chain length fence. >>> >>>"Wanna take a cab outa here?" Woof asks. >>> >>>"What? Danny seems startled by Woof's statement and looks very >>>nervous, even jumpy, "No, look let's get this over with fast, okay?" >>> >>>"I've got a message for you from a certain sianna. She says it >>>would be best for you to stay out of this, but that she could use >>>your help." Danny whispers and hands Woof a folded piece of >>>paper, "I'm delivering this message to you, no charge, and then >>>I'm *out* of it." > >Woof palms it. "No charge, no connection," Woof agrees. > >>>"If you got any sense, you'll burn that note...unread." Danny >>>jams his hands into his pockets and adds, "Look, I'm going on a >>>vacation until this all blows over, so don't try to find me for >>>the next couple of weeks." > >"Never been accused of having much sense, Danny... And when you're back >from vacation, we need to really talk." > >>>Danny then starts down the alley back toward the sidewalk... > >"Buy you a drink at Mamma's?" Woof says, following, "or you beatin' feet >doubletime?" > >Presuming he declines the drink, go to a newsstand, pick up the latest >newsies, then hit a different watering hole than the Karlos' and read the >news, as well as the surreptitiously palmed and pocketed note. > >Woof
Suz wrote: > Forwarded for greg... OOC: What's wrong Greg? > >>> "I've got a message for you from a certain sianna. She says it > >>> would be best for you to stay out of this, but that she could > >>> use your help." Danny whispers and hands Woof a folded piece of > >>> paper, "I'm delivering this message to you, no charge, and > >>> then I'm *out* of it." > > > > Woof palms it. "No charge, no connection," Woof agrees. > > > >>> "If you got any sense, you'll burn that note...unread." Danny > >>> jams his hands into his pockets and adds, "Look, I'm going on a > >>> vacation until this all blows over, so don't try to find me > >>> for the next couple of weeks." > > > > "Never been accused of having much sense, Danny... And when you're > > back from vacation, we need to really talk." "Yeah, maybe." Danny says. > >>> Danny then starts down the alley back toward the sidewalk... > > > > "Buy you a drink at Mamma's?" Woof says, following, "or you beatin' > > feet doubletime?" "No." Danny turns back and says quickly, "Look Woof, this whole thing is more dangerous than drawing to an inside straight with an IOU that you can't cover in the pot and the guy across the table from you showing a pair of aces...and named Pickax. Anybody even *near* the table when the play is made is in danger of making a *permanate* fold. I'm taking it on the lam just as fast as my feet can take me. If I could do it, I'd get off the planet and our of the system." > > Presuming he declines the drink, go to a newsstand, pick up the > > latest newsies, then hit a different watering hole than the Karlos' > > and read the news, as well as the surreptitiously palmed and > > pocketed note. Woof doesn't see, or feel, anyone following him as he walks down the street. He picks up a printout at a corner newstand for a mark and crosses the street to a small bar called "The Prince's Arms." Stopping just inside the door he sees that about half the people in this bar are dressed in the uniforms of the Imperial Mark Marines. Looking around quickly he doesn't see any officer's uniforms, but there are several tables of NCO's here as well as a number of the enlisted from the lower ranks at tables and along the bar. Music from a jukebox is playing and there are several couples, both uniformed and in civilian clothing, slow dancing to the bluesy music. Woof sees an empty booth against the far wall and moves across to it, taking a seat. "What can I get ya?" a barmaid asks appearing at his booth almost as if by magic almost as soon as he sits down. She is a young blonde, a little on the plump side, but busty, with her hair pulled back from her face into a pony tail. Several strands of her hair has gotten loose and is hanging in stings down the side of her face. She smiles at Woof, "Don't think I've seen you in here before." Eris AKU
> > Forwarded for greg... > >OOC: What's wrong Greg? Nothing. I can't do websuz.com from work... > > > "Never been accused of having much sense, Danny... And when you're > > > back from vacation, we need to really talk," Woof says. > >"Yeah, maybe." Danny says. > > > >>> Danny then starts down the alley back toward the sidewalk... > > > > > > "Buy you a drink at Mamma's?" Woof says, following, "or you beatin' > > > feet doubletime?" > >"No." Danny turns back and says quickly, "Look Woof, this whole thing is >more dangerous than drawing to an inside straight with an IOU that you >can't cover in the pot and the guy across the table from you showing a >pair of aces...and named Pickax. Anybody even *near* the table when the >play is made is in danger of making a *permanate* fold. I'm taking it on >the lam just as fast as my feet can take me. If I could do it, I'd get >off the planet and our of the system." "Been there. Done that. You telling me Pickaxe is back in system? The /Foolya 4/ lit outa here just as we were lifting for Mark," Woof presses him for the info. > > > Presuming he declines the drink, go to a newsstand, pick up the > > > latest newsies, then hit a different watering hole than the Karlos' > > > and read the news, as well as the surreptitiously palmed and > > > pocketed note. > >Woof doesn't see, or feel, anyone following him as he walks down the >street. He picks up a printout at a corner newstand for a mark and >crosses the street to a small bar called "The Prince's Arms." > >Stopping just inside the door he sees that about half the people in this >bar are dressed in the uniforms of the Imperial Mark Marines. Looking >around quickly he doesn't see any officer's uniforms, but there are >several tables of NCO's here as well as a number of the enlisted from >the lower ranks at tables and along the bar. Music from a jukebox is >playing and there are several couples, both uniformed and in civilian >clothing, slow dancing to the bluesy music. Woof sees an empty booth >against the far wall and moves across to it, taking a seat. > >"What can I get ya?" a barmaid asks appearing at his booth almost as if >by magic almost as soon as he sits down. She is a young blonde, a little >on the plump side, but busty, with her hair pulled back from her face >into a pony tail. Several strands of her hair has gotten loose and is >hanging in stings down the side of her face. She smiles at Woof, "Don't >think I've seen you in here before." "I'm not sure I've been in here before either. I'd have remembered you~~," he says smoothly, waiting for her to give her name. "Give me [equivalent of Bud] on tap... And something to take the edge off my hunger..." Woof
Greg wrote: > >>> "Never been accused of having much sense, Danny... And when > >>> you're back from vacation, we need to really talk," Woof says. > > > > "Yeah, maybe." Danny says. > > > >>>>> Danny then starts down the alley back toward the > >>>>> sidewalk... > >>> > >>> "Buy you a drink at Mamma's?" Woof says, following, "or you > >>> beatin' feet doubletime?" > > > > "No." Danny turns back and says quickly, "Look Woof, this whole > > thing is more dangerous than drawing to an inside straight with an > > IOU that you can't cover in the pot and the guy across the table > > from you showing a pair of aces...and named Pickax. Anybody even > > *near* the table when the play is made is in danger of making a > > *permanate* fold. I'm taking it on the lam just as fast as my feet > > can take me. If I could do it, I'd get off the planet and our of > > the system." > > "Been there. Done that. You telling me Pickaxe is back in system? > The /Foolya 4/ lit outa here just as we were lifting for Mark," Woof > presses him for the info. "I don't know." Danny says making a cutting motion with his hand, "Maybe! I don't know, but somebody is and word on the streets is that this is an all in or fold'em hand, and if you go all in it's a dead man's hand." Danny shakes his head and with a scared look both ways hurries away from Woof. Eris AKU GM
