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Post by Rook on Jan 28, 2012 14:08:34 GMT -5
Ms. Pimenov seats herself at the end of the table, opposite the man in the blue suit. "Earl Grey, cream and sugar, thank you, darlink," she says.
Ideally, Rook would have real high tea with scones and clotted cream, but given the circumstances, he'll make do. Once again he suffers for his faction.
He listens intently to what he can hear of the conversation on the phone. In the unlikely event it's one of the Earth languages he doesn't speak yet, he can still memorize what was said and translate it later.
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Duskwing
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 28, 2012 15:08:50 GMT -5
Guido pulls up a chair and sits down gracelessly. "Coffee, black," he says offhandedly, eyes locked on the back of the man at the window. The dame is cute, but she's not the one calling the meeting.
"So what's the gig?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 29, 2012 17:26:20 GMT -5
"Of course! I will be right back with your orders!" The girl smiles brightly at the three, memorizing their orders before turning to the trolley behind her. She works quick, and in no time their drinks are set down and she is out of the door, leaving them alone with the man. Who cuts his phone call with perfect timing. Rook may have caught something about calling in favors with theater tickets.
Then, he turns around, a dazzling, if polite smile on his face, eyes bright and friendly. "Thank you all for coming. I hope that you do not object to having to share time. I am a busy, busy man, and there are special circumstances at play."
He slides the phone into a pocket and bends down to reach for his suitcase, picking it up and placing it down on the table. "So let's get right to business. All three of you are quite special in your own ways. We at SSSPR appreciate this, and I personally selected some based on your profiles that should be quite interesting. Mr. Guido, your former employer phoned ahead, so I am aware of your circumstances and adjusted it accordingly." He sorts through the suitcase and sorts through it, pulling out three separate files, and slides each one over to their corresponding owner. Rook's is just fluff. He knows who she is. But the other two are genuine, including several openings in security, documenting the hours and pay.
But on page four, there will be a Decepticon symbol, just a tiny one, on the upper right. Arthur feels certain that Bane remembers, but he wants to be certain. And Guido...He is the big mystery. He wants to see his reaction.
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jan 29, 2012 21:51:58 GMT -5
Bane takes his time drinking his soda before bothering to look through the file, oversized hands dwarfing the cup. Finally he begins leafing through it, expression as sour as ever. Security? That's like guarding the base. Bonecrusher hates guarding the base. He likes to out on the frontline smashing heads.
When he reaches the page with the Decepticon symbol he snorts. So, it's either not just him, or some stupid humans have decided to adopt the 'Con symbol for themselves. Glaring at the man, he demands, "Who are you?"
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Post by Rook on Jan 30, 2012 19:24:20 GMT -5
Rook conceals his glee when Onslaught passes him the file. This is an excellent way to pass him information! He couldn't have done it better himself. The woman cracks open the file and reads nonchalantly, thumbing through the pages. Maybe the confidential information is hidden in all the pig iron? Enciphered, perhaps? He'll decrypt it later.
When Bane speaks up, 'Ms. Pimenov' cuts off any answer from Onslaught with a pointed question of her own. "You first, darlink."
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Post by Duskwing on Jan 30, 2012 20:08:05 GMT -5
Guido drained half the coffee cup, then set it down. He shot a suspicious frown at Aldrin.
"That's former and future employer," he corrected as he reached for the file. "Don't youse guys know how to use computers?" Guido muttered as he opened the file containing job offers for one Guido Crepesculo Ala.
In spite of his complaint, he flipped rapidly through the papers, concentrating on the bottom line: pay rate, what, where. "Dr. Destructo's budget go up, or he'd figure out dat you get what ya pay for? He's almost payin' decent rates now. Might even be decent rates if it's a local job, and not on da other side a da planet in some tropical hellhole wit' a malfunctioning super-weapon, like it usually is." He pulls out page 2 and hands it back. "Ferget the Comic, though. He's too nutso. Blows guys away for havin' the wrong type of nostrils and slag."
When he comes to page 4, Guido stops and stares at the little purple logo, his mouth pursed up in the sort of frown one might have when trying to remember something that is elusively familiar, but can't quite pin it down.
Finally he puts the file down. "The rest of dese look pretty good. I can do any of 'em, but put those demon-cult weirdos at the bottom of the stack. Cult leaders 'xpect you to actually believe their slag, and get cranky if you don't take it seriously."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Jan 30, 2012 20:32:52 GMT -5
Arthur stares at Guido. Then, in a flat tone, he answers: "I was attempting to be vague in your favor, considering that we are not alone." He declines from calling him a moron. But just barely. "We have our reasons not to use digital mediums to handle such delicate information."
Rook might find some interesting things in there. It should not be hard for him to figure out the decryption.
Ah, now's the part where things get a bit more lively. First, he tackles Bane's question, a polite smile on his face. "Arthur Aldrin, agent of SSSPR. As the name tag says, mister Bone- Bane Crusher." A little slip of the tongue. Come on, Bonecrusher, you have a face now, let's see you emote as you react. As for the file he's reading through? It proves that 'security' is such a broad word that is so very open to interpretation. He will have no troubles finding work that will have him running 'security', which will likely extend to protecting the interests of his employers.
Rook, he quirks an eyebrow at, and he politely remarks "Not yet, miss Pimenov, not yet." Then he pointedly looks at Guido, while he idly slips a hand into his pocket. That brief look on the gangsters face tells him not everything he wants to know, but still quite a bit. "Yes, but cultists tend to operate more legally, due to the love our great nation has for free religious pursuit." Or the law rather. Not all parts of the US are as progressive as others. Accursed suicide-cults ruining public perception for all the others!
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Jan 31, 2012 20:56:46 GMT -5
Even as a human, Bonecrusher doesn't have many expressions. They generally range from 'sour and hateful' to 'more sour and hateful', and occasionally 'less sour and hateful'. And sometimes when nobody's looking and he's actually in a good mood, he might crack a smile. It's pretty terrifying.
When 'Arthur' answers his question, his blandly grumpy expression gets grumpier. "That's not what I meant."
He doesn't bother answering Ms. Piemenov. Mr. Aldrin beat him to it.
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Post by Rook on Feb 1, 2012 19:12:50 GMT -5
One of Rook's cellphones vibrates in his pocket. Given how few people have the number for the one that rang . . .
"You'll have to pardon me, but I'm beink paged. Terribly rude, I know, but it could be important," Ms. Pimenov says as she pulls the state-of the art phone from her purse. One new text message.
It reads simply: "B=Y G=?"
She replies with "I agree with your initial assessment. Mr. Ala's case bears further observation but appears promising. How secure is this room?" Rook has one of the cellphones with the little keyboards, because he is not about to use chatspeak.
Margaretta tucks the phone back in her purse. "Again, a thousand pardons."
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 1, 2012 19:39:10 GMT -5
The mafioso's eyes narrow at Aldrin's comment that they were not alone. So not everyone in the room was safe? He was right about the dame, then! Or was he worried about bugs? Guido shrugs. "Yeah, got a point there. But when cults go south, the feds get involved and things get crazy. And nobody gets paid."
He doesn't comment on the fact that no one gets paid if the Evil High Priest succeeds in summoning Ick-Sothothui, either, but that's never actually happened. That Guido's heard of. But nobody hears much about the incidents that leave no survivors and no witnesses, do they?
He frowns and says, "I said I'd take it if the other stuff doesn't pan out, but I'd rather work for Destructo than cultist weirdos. Even if he's in the Amazon jungles or somethin'."
Guido rolls his eyes at Bane. "Frag me wi' a broken turbine blade, are you really as thick as you look? Dude's a recruiter, gets a fat fee from crazy guys in funky costumes wit' lots of money to throw around. I'm all for that last bit. You wanna know his 'real' name? He ain't gonna tell it to you, and you prolly wouldn't know him from the Atom's housecat anyway."
He just stares at 'Ms. Pimenov'. Dames--geez, you don't let your cell phone ring when interviewing for a job!
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 2, 2012 20:31:15 GMT -5
Arthur just send you a simple, blind text, Rook. That is the extent of his abilities. He can't look at it right now, not without pulling out his phone! That would just be rude. And suspicious, but really, he cares more about proper manners. "That is why we always demand full down payments with cults, mister Ala. Here at SSSPR, we value our clients, and it would reflect poorly on us if we offered them jobs without pay. "
Guido's little outburst gets a smile out of Arthur. "Well said, mister Ala. A bit tactless, though. Now, if mister Bane Crusher has more queries about my identity, he is free to talk with me in private once we are done, where I will answer his questions to the best of my abilities."
"You are forgiven, miss Pimenov. Unless you'd prefer to be disciplined after a candle light dinner, in which case I would be quite happy to oblige." Wink. "Now, are there any further questions? If not, feel free to leave and fill out the forms in the secure room."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 3, 2012 19:03:10 GMT -5
"Shut up," Bane growls at Guido. "You don't know anything."
He grumbles in irritation at the whole business. He has no patience for people being all secretive and smug and whatever. That junk is for the Intelligence division or whatever. He's annoyed by the stupid job forms, too. What does he know about human jobs? He'll probably just pick which ever one pays the most and doesn't sound boring.
Carefully picking up his bundle of coat, and less carefully picking up his forms, Bane grunts dismissively and makes to leave for the secure room.
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Post by Rook on Feb 4, 2012 19:52:07 GMT -5
Ms. Pimenov isn't interviewing for a job. She's recruiting. She just never had a chance to make that clear before being ushered in to see the man in charge.
Rook gives Onslaught a Look across the table. "I would not object to a business dinner if you're treating, but don't delude yourself into thinking it would be anything more than a business dinner," he responds.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 4, 2012 20:13:23 GMT -5
Guido nods. "Yeah, I'll do that."
He picks up his forms and excuses himself, frowning slightly. What was all the special interview stuff about? Was he being vetted to work with these other clowns, or what? He didn't need a fancy introduction in the conference room to go fill out the usual listings. Guido decided to look at the five (now four) job listings he was given very carefully. These guys were up to something, and maybe there was an angle to it.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 5, 2012 17:54:25 GMT -5
"Of course, miss Pimenov. Apologies if I offended you." He can't help himself from smiling just a little though. But if it helps, Rook: Onslaught is horrified and feeling sick for the first time in his life. His real life. He will have to work on keeping his human persona's under control in the future.
He watches Guido and Bane shuffle out, but it's the latter that he snaps his fingers at. "Mister Crusher. Could you spare a moment, and be so kind to close the door behind you?" Then, he digs out his phone, looking at Rook's message and then accessing the controls for this conference room. He activates the sound proofing systems and one of his own design, deactivating the bugs in the room. He does not want anyone to hear his discussion with Bane and Pimenov.
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