text; where do we keep the lost and found around this place anyway? (forward dated to late 7/13)

[whatsupcroc]

Quick question, I know people are busy and there's shady stuff going down, but:

Is anyone really good at finding missing things? Or people? I'm losing a little of my mind over here, but that's not what I need found!

( With how Martin's still MIA she sort of suspects... not. )

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[controlledvariable]

what do you need?

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[whatsupcroc]

Dried coconut, and to figure out where Caesar's gone off to!

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[khajidont]

[The message is shown as being sent by Blue Beetle, not Jaime Reyes.]

What are you missing?

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[controlledvariable]

the first is gonna be the easiest.

want me to come over?

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[whatsupcroc]

A carrying case for my stop watch, for one!

[whatsupcroc]

Sure, you can try some of Bertie's cooking when you stop in. He really went all out! Though he seems to do that all the time. Make sure to compliment him, yeah?

[controlledvariable]

... what?

[Who is Bertie and why is he cooking????]

[whatsupcroc]

My roommate, Gilbert! He helped with dinner tonight. More like he made all of dinner, but that's beside the point. The door's not locked, and I'll yell at Break if he pops out of a shadow at you or anything loopy like usual. ;)

[charming_jerk]

I could help I guess, what's up

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[controlledvariable]

if anyone pops out of a shadow at me i'll break their nose

[It's not a threat so much as a warning because... reflexes.

But whatever she's just going to take a twenty minutes or so to acquire that dried coconut (hopefully Collette was actually being serious when she asked for that), before she's knocking on the door and letting herself in.]

Hey, Coll?

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[taggeda0]

What is it and how much can you pay

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[whatsupcroc]

I love people who speak clearly and make it obvious what they want. What do you deal in?

[whatsupcroc]

Thank you! I'm looking for a few things. What would you say you're best at finding, Johnny?

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[taggeda0]

Everything [Basically.]

action!!!

[whatsupcroc]

( Collette's sitting at the table, in such a way that her eyes are glued to the door as it is. She lifts a hand to splay her fingers out, a sort of minimalist wave, lips curling up at hte corner into a thankful, if still worried, grin. )

Hey, Steph!

( Says the girl at the table filled with food that looks far fancier than anything she herself can do, for all that it's still on the expected plateware given out hodge-podge by the Initiative to outfit the apartments. Gilbert was temporarily occupied elsewhere in the apartment, she thinks, but she admits that when responses started coming in on her tablet, she'd been paying more attention to that than to her roommate. )

See, didn't Bertie do an amazing job? He's talented, and worth every penny! Or marque.

( She laughs, placing one hand on her tablet where it sits in front of her on the table, displacing the dinner plate. )

I feel bad, it's starting to get cold!

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[whatsupcroc]

Time, favors, marques, goods, other services? I'll admit, I'm on the same budget for the first as most Transports, but in the rest I've got bargaining room. What's it worth to you to go looking for a palm sized carrying case versus, say, a person?

[controlledvariable]

[Well, that sure is a lot of fancy food, but Steph is more concerned with whatever's going on with Collette, sliding into the seat beside her. The packet of dried coconut is set down idly on the table.]

It looks like a hell of a meal.

[Part of her wants to ask about him being worth every penny; is Collette paying him to cook for her? But it can wait.]

What's going on?

[Activate concerned friend mode.]

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[taggeda0]

Dont do favors dont need things money best food ok

say what need done then give price

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[acemedium]

Is this a mission, Secret Agent Collette?

[BECAUSE SHE WILL ACCEPT]

[whatsupcroc]

Ah... ( She glances across the table, leaning back and pulling her hand off her tablet. Straightening up was a sort of mental exercise as well as a physical one. )

Not too much? Caesar's late, that's all. Oh, is that the coconut?

( She blinks, shakes her head and laughs lightly. That she's glossing over what worries her is partly because she just hasn't said anything about it when she hasn't needed to. Gilbert knew because Gilbert had been here, and she'd asked him to do the cooking, so... )

Man, you actually found some!

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[whatsupcroc]

It is, Secret Agent Fey! One of the most top secret, confidential, for our eyes only sort!

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[whatsupcroc]

One last question for you first: are you fastest at finding things, or finding people?

[controlledvariable]

[Steph isn't entirely sure she's buys that, watching Collette carefully.]

Yeah, I've got my sources.

[a smile, her tone light enough despite the concern, because she doesn't need to be 100% Batgirl all the time.]

Does he make a habit of being late?

[They can just treat this like a case. That'll go great.]

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[acemedium]

[Lowers voice..! Clearly this makes it private]

Should we meet up?

[whatsupcroc]

Where do they even grow these things? I don't think anyone has palms in their gardens around here. Gotta be an import.

( Or a distraction, which is really her momentary hesitation before coming back to what had her typing to the network in the first place. )

No, not really. There's always wiggle room, but if he says he'll be there, he'll be there.

( And the there was here and here was clearly not where he was and thus she's worried because he's also not listed as being the kind of gone that Jason was -- though not the real kind of gone Jason was (Al, still Al in her mind), because Caesar, presumably, had years more of living left to do back where he was from.

Pointless thoughts anyway, but ones she has as she looks back toward Steph, forcing her shoulders to relax and to smile like it was effortless. She's decently successful. )

You really should try some of this. I wasn't kidding, Gilbert's a genius once he got used to the updated technology!