drinks more, maybe drinking a little too much

Vittoria has started a new game with the following players:
Vittoria

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V

#r-ananama@bwr - Cadhla Rionach, Alastar@soi, Fergus Shaw - Major Domo

wandering mind thinks of being talked into a very bad movie for my career

BlackStone Manor
She watches Finn approach and looks from him to you. She knew it had been a while since you had been here but had you really brought us to the wrong place.

A single brow raises at your question to her you knew she had not been here before

"Well I told you not to go around the Drombeg Stone Circle so fast, now we are all mixed up. Wait we crossed a river?"

Her eyes lit up as she saw baby shadow zip out from between the other mans legs, and that beeline taken for the courtyard, aaahhh he is still adorable

drinks a little more as the empty bar stays that way

missyjo has started a new game with the following players:
missyjo

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looks in

Let it out. Don't let them censor you

BlackStone Manor
He catches a glimpse of motion a blur zipping into the courtyard

"You got some kind of pet Sir?"

OMG yes!

missyjo has started a new game with the following players:
missyjo

" S T A R T G A M E : t r u e "{ " g a m e I d " : " 1 7 1 6 0 9 8 8 4 4 " , " p l a y e r L i s t " : [ " m i s s y j o " ] , " r o l l N u m b e r " : 0 , " c u r r e n t P l a y e r " : 0 , " d i c e " : { " f a c e s " : [ 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 , 0 ] , " r e r o l l " : [ t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e , t r u e ] } , " s c o r e 0 " : { " 1 " : n u l l , " 2 " : n u l l , " 3 " : n u l l , " 4 " : n u l l , " 5 " : n u l l , " 6 " : n u l l , " p l a y e r " : n u l l , " u p _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " b o n u s " : n u l l , " 3 k " : n u l l , " 4 k " : n u l l , " s s " : n u l l , " l s " : n u l l , " f h " : n u l l , " y a h _ t o k e n " : n u l l , " y " : n u l l , " c " : n u l l , " y a h _ b o n u s " : 0 , " b o t _ t o t a l " : n u l l , " g _ t o t a l " : n u l l } , " o w n e r " : " m i s s y j o " , " s t a t u s " : " r e a d y " , " r o u n d " : 0 , " l a s t P o s t " : 1 7 1 6 0 9 8 8 4 4 }

BlackStone Manor
Once he reached you he stopped placing his hands on his hips looking from you to the woman beside you

"Yes Sir I do work here."

A small shake of his head. He looked at you as if you just crawled out from under a rock with that ooo fancy remark

"It is very fancy Sir and a private residence. I think you must have taken a wrong turn, Were you looking for maybe an abandoned place to look at?"

He looked to the woman beside you keeping his face void of emotion but it was getting hard to

"You come from across the river?....well that says it all then doesn't it."

yes!

NCPD
"Shit."

She tapped into the same data feed by which they were receiving updates about the elevator, and the next floor was down, which… is not what she wanted.

At the very least, however, it meant she wouldn't have to perform a switchback in order to avoid the pass of cars going up and down at the same time.

Nevertheless, the car permitted her to cross the gap and she briefly crouched to spring into a leap, her right hand snapping her fingers wide and deploying a set of dimly glowing, shallow claws that managed to bite into the porous, sound-absorbing material that lined the shaft.

Corresponding spikes emerged from her toes and secured her to the wall as she dangled for a harrowing second.

"…I'm okay. Freeclimbing to 11, please tell me there's a ceiling crawlspace over the lab, I need an access point and fast…"

watches for anybody to come along

NCPD
The muted, deep roll of Elevator 1 wooshing past and fluttering her hair was a chilling reminder of how she was about to shift from merely being detected, to pitching herself into far greater danger.

Thankfully, these weren't suspended on oldschool cables so much as on quadruple redundant rails on each of the corners of the cars, so the space above and below them weren't occupied by any free-floating hardware, making this kind of infiltration ironically far easier.

"I'm not equipped to wrangle with that hardware tonight, so if Mr. Rodriguez enters the arena I'm going to be counting on you…" It wasn't to say she was completely helpless, especially in the hypothetical situation where she had to race to the physical location of the man's chair, but… if she was pulling that kind of maneuver, they might well and truly be fucked.

Speaking of splitting her focus between the somatic and cerebral, that's where she began to practically dissociate, digesting your report on the relationship between the prison system's shifting status quo and the ongoing gangland conflict which was slowly consuming more and more of Southie's newsfeeds as prevalent and urgent as the weather of the day.

The overhanging potential for a shift in that war to claim names and faces of those one knew, cared about, or even the community that would be so unlucky as to become a location for an explosion of hostilities.

…and the NCPD who would eventually come by to cordon off a block, collect the pieces.

IRIDIA scanned the interior greebles of the elevator shaft for structural pieces protruding from the confines, carefully wedging the octohedral diode tipping her monowire against a gap and using that like a rappel line, swinging down under carefully controlled tension over Car #2…

"What, were you dissatisfied with my selection of underwear? I'll confess it wasn't bought with your skin tone in mind, I trend on warmer undertones, I think a chartreuse-black lace would better complement yours…"

She waited for the staff on Floor Nine to begin boarding the car in order for her to settle atop the roof of it, excusing the change in mass under the soft touch of split-toe tabis as she gave her wrist a flick, sending a flying wave over the monowire and dislodging the diode from its wedge and sending it racing back to her in a near-imperceptible whistle, caught in fingertips to avoid any further noise. The rest of what she said emitted to you in text-to-voice, as had this entire conversation so far.

"…I'm not gonna lie, Nobu: I'm a little scared. It's like when you fall asleep, you do so with the faith that you will wake later and automatically reconnect to your lived continuity. If you failed to do so, you don't even have the material with which to grieve for what you became untethered from…"

The woman who boarded the elevator hit the button:
 

BlackStone Manor
Xavier's brows furrowed in apparent confusion as he glanced at Finn approaching. He raised his hand in a gesture of innocence.

"Uh, excuse me?"

he said, his voice carrying a hint of bewilderment.

"Do you work here?..."

Looking around a little

"Oooo Fancy!...My apologies, we must have taken a wrong turn."

He turned to Jynx with a bemused expression, playing along with the joke.

"Honey, did we miss a turn somewhere? I could have sworn the the place we were seeking was on the other side of the river."

Xavier's playful act masked any hint of recognition of Finn, maintaining the charade for the sake of amusement.