‡2nd Treasure‡

[totallytrustworthy]

[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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[totallytrustworthy]

Says who? [The gold is taken, eagerly of course, but once it's tucked away inside her pack she makes herself a seat on top of his table and offers up one of the drinks.]

Here.

[deadelfwalking]

[he frowns, but takes the drink nevertheless.] Says I. You have what you wanted.

[and more besides--there's about 150 gold there, all told.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Listen, mate, I hate to rain on your parade, but I didn't make the trip out here for this. [Hey, she noticed, and she's grateful for it.]

[deadelfwalking]

No? What is it, then?

[he's pushing her away from her own good, at least in his mind. Flee, Chloe! Flee from this horrible elf-thing.]

[totallytrustworthy]

You sounded like you could use some decent company for a change, and I needed a break, myself.

So what's with all the gloom about the pirates?

[deadelfwalking]

[he cracks open the bottle; drinks deeply. Beer isn't his favorite thing--it's too weak, generally--but it'll do in a pinch, and his alcohol cabinet isn't finished yet.]

Chloe. Why do you care?

[totallytrustworthy]

[She shrugs, breaking the seal on her own before taking a sip.] Dunno. You seem like an all right guy.

Does it matter?

[deadelfwalking]

[scowling into his beer.] I do not feel remorse for killing the pirates. I feel remorse because I took such pleasure from the act.

[totallytrustworthy]

Yeah, love, we all did. I know that you have this code of honor thing going on, but the truth is that violence is what we do. Necessary evil and all that.

There are other ways to chip in a good deed or two without beating yourself bloody over this.