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"I'm in. I'll get you a list."

He doesn't have his irides set to externally light up. But Victoria just finished up with her client.

"I'll bring her...Victoria..."

SInce he can tell you want to ask.

"...by. Oh, and I have a design to run by you. But, go take care of Haven."

And he'll go meet Victoria.

"It'll wait."

Rehearsals
You can see the relief there, that he'd misunderstood. A grateful look as you clarify.

You're probably not surprised he relates to being tossed into trash cans. Otherwise, he might be embarrassed.

"I'm starving. I think I forgot to eat today. Which means Dee has definitely forgotten to eat today." A hand lifts, raking through his hair, before he reaches for his phone to invite her.

The buzz moments later is her responding, and it has his expression falling a little, the faint worry from earlier returning. "Yeah, Dee says she can't, but wishes she could." Even as he speaks, he's typing. "I'll bring something home for her."

It's not that he misses Brix doesn't want him there. It's that he hopes maybe he can repair some of the damage if he goes with you. "Maybe a swing by? I don't want to leave her hanging too long."

Brixton Walsh -

See, he's showing his own ignorance outside his sphere right now, too.

It doesn't seem to be the time to say he loves Miranda. So he doesn't.

But oof, you are not happy he was invited, and that has him looking questioningly at Holly Blanc - a silent 'should I make an excuse?' question on his face.

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"I look forward to it." Echo smiles. He's a people person. He loves meeting new arrivals to this dystopian hell hole city (that he oddly seems to have carved out a decent and happy living in).

"Una docena." Technically 13 with Kurtz included, but he doesn't count. They can't blow him up or the mission is scrubbed.

Just like Dylan Cadd rarely smiles, Echo rarely looks sad. He's usually friendly. Outgoing. Cheerful. A slight frown at the mention of his departed compadre...

"Si. Maul. He was from Brazil. I'm pretty sure he would've dove into this one iron boots first." Might've had some history with Kurtz, but Echo never got that story. But he'll dedicate this mission to Jaoquim anyway.

The smile that follows is more cocky and devious than all the ones preceding it. Slowly nodding his head at your suggestion...see, this is the kind of merc expertise he truly needs and savors...

"Nobu can rig up anything. I'll start draining the stipend budget on whatever you need, just let me know."

His eyes flash blue for a few seconds. Haven was awake.

"I need to close up. Check on my girl and give her a meds dose. But you're in?" Just a formality at this point. Before he starts ordering from the Summer War Crimes section of the 2082 Militech Catalog.

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He tilts his head sideways, slightly.

"I mean dude is doin' his thing, top of the musical theatre world for several years. Got all them white folks dancin' and goin' to see his play. Gave Daveed Diggs a job, so I can't hate, It's just..."

You ask about the Trash-can and humor, and he pauses for a second...

"I mean th—"Holly's word race over his on the way to set a Verstappen lap-time. He turns to look at her, and then back to you.

"Yeah, Like Drake & Kendrick without all the PDF-file references."

And then Holly is inviting you out with them to eat and he turns his head from the two of you to look out one of the doors here. He didn't want to outright place his stare on Holly or You, and instead went to look at some of the Stage-craft in progress. Finally looking back to catch Holly's apologetic eyes and his face was blank in return...

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He tilts his head sideways.

"I mean dude is doin' his thing, top of the musical theatre world for several years. Got all them white folks dancin' and goin' to see his play. Gave Daveed Diggs a job, so I can't hate, It's just..."

You ask about the Trash-can and humor, and he pauses for a second...

"I mean th—"Holly's word race over his on the way to set a Verstappen lap-time. He turns to look at her, and then back to you.

"Yeah, Like Drake & Kendrick without all the PDF-file references."

And then Holly is inviting you out with them to eat and he turns his head from the two of you to look out one of the doors here. He didn't want to outright place his stare on Holly or You, and instead went to look at some of the Stage-craft in progress. Finally looking back to catch Holly's apologetic eyes and his face was blank in return...

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'The trash can dumping is the funny bit?' Leo asked you.

"No it's not — i-it's like Drake and Kendrick only far less serious!" Holly answered with the reflexes of an F1 driver diving the apex of a corner to nose her answer in before Brix's.

"Hey Leo are you hungry? Do you wanna text Elodie, see if she wants to go out or meet us somewhere… or if she's busy if she wants us to box something up for her? I know a lotta sweet places around here that's open this late…"

It was a bit of classic Holly, honestly. The pivot to mentioning Elodie was meant to make it less confrontational but open things up for you to simply make up an excuse and hinge it on Elodie if you weren't comfortable sharing space with them yet, but also by indicating the possibility of simply swinging by somewhere ran it against the possibility of making it just a brief drive to talk, but also simply to see just where your comfort level stood.

Her eyes turned to Brix, and… far less confrontational than one may expect — like she wordlessly apologized since it was too late to ask permission.

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Dylan Cadd smiles.

Sometimes.

"I was actually going to bring her by, eventually. You've just been laying low, I wanted to make sure you didn't get zeroed or something."

He blows out all he breath with a concerned look on his face.

"12 borgs?"

That's a lot.

"And the giant chrome jock got zeroed."

So no Kane '98.

"Your netrunner buddy, not the naked girl we pulled out of the pyramid, but the other one, the gamer with the drones...can he outfit a drone or two with a laser target designator? And can you get your hands on a launcher or two and some HEAT loads?"

Because that's how they dealt with borgs in South America in the Raiders. High Explosive Anti Tank rounds.

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Echo no long has opinions on asses that aren't Haven's. At least not out loud (or visibly). Breasts on the other hand...

Echo blinks. Looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds trying to figure out the exact physics and biomechanical engineering of turning a penis into a windchime. Before giving up with a shake of his head.

"A scrubber? Huh." His vision so far was Eir handling the medical end. Perry handling the cyberware end. For the brain extraction. But Perry may be occupied with the netrunning load required to take on 13 cyborgs and maintain a slim chance of survival.

Dylan Cadd doesn't smile that often. So when it happens, it's like a 500K lumens beacon going off. Echo won't pry or get in to your personal business. Sounds like someone else is already there.

"I'd like to meet her. I'm trying to put together the crew for this op by the end of the week. Some of them you'll know from the Pyramid Mission. Others are new. But they're all just as capable. And trusted by me." Haven would roll her eyes at that. She thinks he trusts way too many people.

Echo pours himself another shot and shakes his head.

"Kurtz started a private merc outfit about five years ago. They call themselves The World Breakers." So very subtle. "They have a compound on the outskirts of North Town. High-end surveillance and security. And 12 heavily armed and expertly trained merc-borgs that serve as his private army."

Before that news can even run the risk of making you doubt him...

"I have a plan." He noticed a fatal flaw in the failed mission reports he's been reading all day in between work. "I just need to confer with Iridia first." So, half a plan, actually.

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He's only human, so yes, his eyes move to Holly with that splash, before just as quickly moving away. This is him, behaving. Hopefully.

And he was aiming more for impressing you than making you jealous - but well, we try, we fail.

As Holly's attention shifts back to Brixton Walsh, he moves to start packing up his things. There's no expectation that he's getting invited.

"Yeah, that makes sense. This one isn't going to try to be, though, if that helps? Like, different time period, they play with suddenly being on stage, then not, all sorts of kind of weird stuff."

You get an agreeable enough nod. Seems reasonable. "Not a fan of Lin Manuel Miranda?" The story, being bullied in high school, being dumped in trash cans - everything in his body language screams that was his high school experience, too.

"The... trash can dumping is the funny bit?" Please say that he's misunderstood.

When you look Leo's way, he is carefully packing up his things and pretending he isn't hearing the discussion of dinner. Making it easy to not invite him, if that's what you want.

Holding my hand out. i am voda

glances at my phone

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Peeks in to find I missed not only PleasureMistress but also that beauty suze Thinking about that fine body
going through a yoga routine and smiling.

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talks with the bartender a little

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Yeah, it's a "her." And it's not the cop with the nice ass.

It's the Millitech Princess with the nice ass.

Anyway.

"That could be helpful. At least I'll only have the black ops psychopaths who want to use my genitals for a wind chime hunting me down."

Clearing his "official" bounties would thin the herd.

"I don't know. She's smart, she's got an engineering degree, and she went through some shit a while back that made her learn to take care of herself. She's one hell of a scrubber."

Hell even HE isn't sure he didn't buy that '63 Hilux legitimately after she got done with it.

"I trust her."

Enough that she occasionally sleeps in the garage and steals his shirts.

Don't faint, for a split second there maight be a fraction of a smile when he talks about her.

Or it could be that he's talking about killing a rat bastard.

No, no, the "I'm about to kill bad men" smile is different. You've seen it.

"I don't suppose Kurtz is living a quiet life in a nursing home with a colostomy bag up by Bear Lake?"

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Yeah, it's a "her." And it's not the cop with the nice ass.

It's the Millitech Princess with the nice ass.

Anyway.

"That could be helpful. At least I'll only have the black ops psychopaths who want to use my genitals for a wind chime hunting me down."

Clearing his "official" bounties would thin the herd.

"I don't know. She's smart, she's got an engineering degree, and she went through some shit a while back that made her learn to take care of herself. She's one hell of a scrubber."

Hell even HE isn't sure he didn't buy that '63 Hilux legitimately after she got done with it.

"I trust her."

Enough that she occasionally sleeps in the garage and steals his shirts.

Don't faint, for a split second there maight be a fraction of a smile when he talks about her.

Or it could be that he's talking about killing a rat bastard.

No, no, the "I'm about to kill bad men" smile is different. You've seen it.

"I don't Kurtz is living a quiet life in a nursing home with a colostomy bag up by Bear Lake?"

Haciendas

Having
A
Cocky
Individualism
Excites
Nocturnal
Desires,
(Altogether
Stimulating)

STIMULATING

Haciendas

Having
A
Cocky
Individualism
Excites
Nocturnal
Desires,
(Altogether
Stimulating)

STIMULATING

A

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Holly, already pivoting to go get her other top from just off of the stage, answered back as you started an unfairly good rendition of that line from the song.

If it was anyone else singing that so well? Jealousy. She's already openly jealous of Brix and his musical talent, especially compared to the borderline-offensive inability of her own singing.

"Yeah exactly."

Her attention returned to Brixton Walsh, though… "So like what we wanna do? You hungry, babe?"

The subtext being, asking if you felt like inviting Leo out for food or something