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[This time Chloe's set up in her room instead of the chilly rooftop perch where she'd made her initial broadcast. One, it's cozier, and two-- well, two is that she's still busy enjoying the little collection of trinkets and coins that've been acquired over both the course of her stay in the city and their brief expedition into the past. (The most important of the bunch being Henry's Morgan dollars, currently being rolled over her fingertips as she addresses the net.)]

Well that was a wild ride, wasn't it? Here's hoping we get sent out on destination holidays a little more often. Shame about the mess here, though. Seems like everyone's had a hard time of things this week.

Just goes to show how much we all ought to be watching one another's backs, no matter what kind of a disaster it might be out there.

Speaking of which...[Chloe sets her coin collection down for a moment to hold up a slightly defunct looking digital tablet. Poor thing's seen much, much better days.] Anyone out there know a thing or two about computers? I'm trying to save this one from the scrap heap, but it's been giving me one hell of a time.

I also figured it was about time I put out the call again. If you need something found-- doesn't matter what-- my crew and I are willing to get it for you. Our rates are fair, and trust me, with as lovely a place as this is, you might as well have someone out managing the more tedious tasks for you.

And Koltira, you still owe me. Fifty for the last job, fifty as a down payment on this one. Try not to make me regret placing a little faith in you, yeah?

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[ WHATEVER ADAM CAN FIND/STEAL SHIT ON HIS OWN he just wanted to give you something to do. :'| ]

Yes, but I'm not paying an excessive sum of money to have someone find my keys or dig up a bit of info. The big stuff--I'm not interested in that.

[ if you know what I mean. ]

Sure, I'll settle for drinks, I guess.

[DON'T BE LIKE THAT, ADAM. :'c She likes doing things. Old habits die hard, etc etc.]

Yeah, I don't really do car keys or dry-cleaning runs. [Unless you're Koltira, who just so happens to pay her ridiculous sums of money to go clothes hunting.]

But we'll start with a lager or two and see where it goes from there. Maybe when you're not a stranger, we can talk business.

Right. [ provided there is any business, but you never know ... ]

I'm not picky or in a hurry. You choose when and where.

All right. Sometime this evening, say...eight o clock. [Have the name of a local place texted to you, buddy.]

Try not to be too late.

[ so soooon... he was planning to sit at home and mope. ]

Got it. I'll meet you outside.

[Ruining all your mopey plans.]

Can't wait.

I'll bet.

[ DAMN YOU ......... yeah well okay it's not like he has anything better to do during the evenings and when he's in company he at least doesn't drink that much because HELLOOO low alcohol tolerance.

So. Yes. He'll be there though maybe a bit fashionably late because men can keep women waiting, too. ]

[That they can, and fortunately for Chloe, she's not usually all that punctual unless the clock is running for a heist.(And even then it's a toss-up.)

So by the time he shows up, she hasn't been waiting all that long. She's never actually seen him, but it's not all that hard to take a guess that someone who stands out as much as he does from the regular crowd isn't a local.

...are those-- are those shades on his face? Bloody hell. He gets a stare for that alone.]

[ Yes. And don't you think he will retract those shades even once during this evening, because he won't.

And she might not have seen him before, but he's definitely caught her on video earlier. He also knows her name because he's a network creeper. So he's able to pick her out from the crowd and approach her right away. ~~and ignore that stare because he's used to it.~~ ]

Hi. I think you offered me a couple of drinks in exchange for this.

[ Hey and then he fishes in one of his coat's inside pockets for that tablet to hand it over to her, nonchalantly. He's still got the other device, and even that he rarely uses unless he wants to respond in text. Being able to hook your communication implants up to the network is pretty damn handy, after all. ]

That I did. [The stare is shrugged off in favor of a more grateful expression; though curiosity? That's sticking around regardless. ARE YOU A ROBOT, FUTURE-MAN?]

Thanks, mate. [The tablet's lifted from his hands quite carefully, and she tucks it under one arm before nodding towards the entrance just behind her. Chloe might not have a technological advantage, but with information being so vital to survival-- particularly when it comes to her profession back home-- she's been keeping an eye on him as well.

And while she hasn't got a clue as to what kind of place Adam favors, she's picked a far classier establishment than what she normally hides in to appeal to however much law enforcement is left in his blood.]

C'mon then. I'll keep up my end of the deal, yeah?

[ Pfft, like he's one to judge these days. He's already figured what she does isn't entirely on the legal side of things, but that's not something to discuss in public EVEN IF THERE'S NO LAW IN PLACE YET.... ]

Not a problem.

[ He trails after her, quietly wondering how long it'll take until the awkward questions are asked. About what the hell is up with his shades or hands or ... well, maybe someone's trying to be polite for once. ]

[The lounge isn't all that large, but the seating arrangements are surprisingly comfortable, and the music's hardly overpowering, even with the din of chattering patrons. Chloe settles down in a more secluded corner, beneath a section of turquoise paneling that's lit from within as a sort of futuristic-pseudo-lamp. (And more accurately was probably a section of dance floor, torn up and repurposed like just about everything else in this city.)

After flagging down a waitress and ordering a few beers to split, Chloe turns her attention back on Adam and drums her fingers against the plastic table between them.]

So...super glue? [Less than a minute, and she's gunning right for the awkward topics. Surprise.]

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[ Yeah okay. Adam's rarely polite why should anyone else be...

He'd be frowning at her if it weren't for said shades, though he still takes his time answering. Not really the talkative/smalltalk type, it seems--Chloe might not have any fun with him. ]

Excuse me?

[ Oh of course he knows exactly what she means, but come on, just SAY IT. ]

[She's known worse when it comes to the anti-conversationalists.

Chloe lifts her fingers, motioning to either side of her eyes and tapping at her temples with a grin.]

The shades, ace. Most people prefer them when they're, you know, detachable.

... Well, these aren't.

[ HE NEVER ASKED FOR THESE SHADES. ]

Does it matter?

[ He'd love to be able to take them off, actually, but alas--the rims also function as sort of a control panel to some of his cranial augmentations, so he supposes it was sort of necessary.

Also, look at all this fabulous info that's popping up on his HUD now. ]

[LIKE AN OPEN BOOK. Mostly. As much as anyone will ever see into her thoughts, at least. Congratulations on that trophy unlock.]

Uh, yeah, kind of does. [She snorts] It's a question about a pair of glasses, not a quiz on how airplane engines function. That's like saying 'pass' when someone asks about your favorite color.

[ ... That's not the same at all Chloe what.

Ugh. ]

They're implants. I didn't choose to get them, so I'd like to assume that my preferences don't matter.

[ As long as she'll stop asking at some point, he'll indulge her. It really must look odd to people, so whatever. ]

I can retract the lenses but that's it.

So someone just shoved those things on you without even bothering to give you a heads up? Jesus.

[Explains things a bit as to why someone isn't particularly cheery.] They didn't do that here, did they?

[ Digging right into the manpain issues, good job Chloe. A wonderful first date. ]

No, this place has nothing to do with it.

[ OH HEY is that their drinks arriving I think it is. Gives Adam an excuse not to say anything else on the matter, at least not right off the bat, even if reaching for his glass sort of puts his hands on display again oh my god this is just the worst evening already ]

[There's no hiding how obvious those augmentations are, but this time, having gotten at least a glimpse as to what caused all that, she doesn't bother giving them even a brief look over. There are, after all, some lines that need to be tread carefully. She just prefers to uncover them as quickly as possible.

After a few minutes of silence-- moments Adam is no doubt grateful for-- Chloe finishes sipping away at her drink and sparks up a little more conversation.]

Must've been difficult making the adjustment to life here. No law, no...[That stuff counts as tech, she supposes.] technology that's up to par with what you're used to, no doubt.

[ He is sort of grateful for that, yes. Getting dumb remarks thrown his way when people are familiar with augmentations is bad enough, but having to explain shit to people who don't know a thing about it is even worse. There are only so many ways one can say well I know it sounds horrible but we call it progress.

Anyway, Adam's definitely not going to be drinking much. One glass, two at tops, and he's going to take his time to make sure his system will be able to handle it. ]

I've had to adjust to worse. Is it difficult for you?

[ Yep redirecting the question. ]

Same. I've had worse. [And to that, in a makeshift salute to all things crappier than an apocalyptic future-prison, she raises her glass with a nod towards his .] Cheers, love.

[There goes the last of her first.] But then again, I have my work to keep me preoccupied. And you...well, you don't.

I manage.

[ Though he is sort of... how do you say... not really working to capacity. Working part time as an advisor is nice, but it's no field work. Who would've thought he'd miss having a pushy employer. ]

I was overdue for another vacation anyway. My last one was cut short.

[ He shrugs, weakly. Might as well be dead instead, but that's not something he says. ]

And this is the vacation you wound up with instead. [Another glass is dropped down in front of her. She doesn't immediately dig in, relocating it so that it sits neatly on a napkin instead for no reason in particular. Sort of like playing with your food, really.]

I'd say you have shit luck, but I don't need to tell you that. Hell, we all do, considering the kind of hand we've been dealt. [Not that Chloe isn't used to making do with the absolute worst.]

And I guess you do manage. Going around offering software updates and computers like it's no skin off your nose. Not exactly the norm.

[ So someone's been paying attention, even if she didn't respond, that's nice to know. ]

When I'm bored ...

[ Which isn't a lie. He also needs to get involved in other people's business when he's bored, so ... but at least he hasn't tampered with the tablet, Chloe. ]

And aren't we supposed to help each other out here? I'm just doing my part.

[ Meanwhile, Adam's maybe halfway done with his first glass. Chloe won't have to pay much for him, it seems. ]

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