[Date: 5 days after the last session. Time: 11:00 a.m. Location: Charles de Gualle Airport, France.] * Montana (ardweden@173-21-245-53.client.mchsi.com) has joined #mc5 * Ardweden (ardweden@173-21-245-53.client.mchsi.com) has left #mc5 ( I have no idea what session we're on, by the way. ) (Shrug. I don't have all the logs. ^^; ) (I like the * on Power Flux.) [You went to the fae realms of the unseele court in a serch for Herman's Hermi---- erm, Herman Jensen, who as it turns out has been busy keeping this world from colliding with the next. Alysha stayed behind so he can help her with the S-Type problem while the rest of you head on to Hong Kong. The bad news is that time passes differently there, and you discovered you lost a few days when you returned. You're supposed to fly to Hong Kong today, but a terrible thunderstorm is keeping anyone from lifting off. So in the meanting you're hanging out at S'barros. Which is somehow still in business in 2102.] [Start] ( I have no idea what session it is :| ) [Gordo went to see what he can do about getting permission for lift off, and Shiho went with him.] (Have we had time to get contacts or anything to make up for having clear eyes?) ( And in the event people want to talk about the other game, I'll be in #MCSS ) ( Sure. ) * Montana is there! He's seated at one of the metal tables on a metal chair with a plastic seating area. * Montana is trying to get a pair of colored contacts into his eyes, but he hasn't really done this before and keeps blinking before he manages to get it in. * Sonia is sitting there, idly watching Montana with a slight smile of amusement on her face. Look at the sure-fingered thief, he can't poke his eyes out. * Dreol is also there. He has a slice of stuffed pizza and some diet cola. He looks up at Montana, "You want to tip your head back and try to pull your eyelids open. It's kind of a pain. I used to wear contacts before I got my eyes fixed." * Dreol is now known as Nigel * Montana mutters, "Well thanks to you I gotta get my eyes fixed." He tilts his head back anyway, tries again, and scrunches his eye shut on reflex as the contact comes in. "God damnit," he mutters, trying to sort out the contact again. (Two muttering! Change the second one to "says". * Nigel shrugs. "It was the best way to solve the problem, and at least I bargained such that you could get your eyes fixed. I'm pretty sure she wanted it to be permanent." * Sonia just continues being idly amused. "Can't believe you got your eyes 'fixed' but not upgraded, Nigel," she side-comments. * Nigel shrugs. "Normal human vision has served me perfectly well..." He sips on his soda. * Sonia shrugs a little. "Lotta stuff works just fine, 'till it don't." * Nigel takes a bit of his pizza. "No complaints yet. So... when do you think we'll fly out of here?" * Montana tries again, and this time he manages to get it in. Mostly. The contact folds up and he pulls it from between his eyelids. Again! (Montana is just feeling all of the pain I have ever felt from foolishly wearing contacts. Glasses++ imo.) * Sonia looks over at Montana continuing to play fumblefingers and shakes her head. "Tired'f watching. Boy, I'll just hold your eye open." She stands up and snap-grips his wrist with her left hand, a smirk still on her face. She takes the opportunity to answer Nigel with, "Whenever they let us off the ground. I'm not the weather girl." * Montana sighs and gives in. Sonia probably isn't going to kill him. ( Buying lasers was the best money I ever spent. ) (I know right?) * Nigel nods. "We can create genemodded superheros, and cyborgs, and we have magic and yet... a storm still stops us." * Sonia lets go of his wrist, then reaches in and holds open one of Montana's eyes. "Go." (I have heard that. Someday. When we have money) (i will never buy lasers) (until lasers can make more eye cells) * Montana does go, and his aim is sure and true. The contact ends up in his eye without trouble, and he doesn't even poke it out. He pushes Sonia's hand away and blinks: one eye blue, the other clear. "Thanks, darlin'." He smiles at her. "Other one?" * Sonia looks down at him oddly a moment, then holds open the other one as well. "Go." A small beat, then, "Clear eyes. What'll they think of next." Most of 'em glow red nowadays. Could have been worse. * Montana manages to get the second contact in. He blinks again, then shakes his head. * Sonia nudges Montana and says, lowly, "Get in the booth seat." * Montana looks at Sonia curiously, but he complies, pulling his long forgotten soda with him. * Sonia follows Montana and pushes him over a little more, and then leans up against him and the booth back, head against his shoulder. She says, idly, and still lowly, "Shutting down. Wake me up when the blerrie weather clears up." * Nigel pulls out a very old looking book from one of his bags. Its cover is worn leather and the pages look yellow and faded. He starts to flip through it. * Montana looks at Sonia. "Sure?" He moves his arm around her back, trying to get a little more comfortable now that he's a pillow. * Nigel flips the page and sips on some soda, careful to keep the soda a good distance from the book. * Montana is silent for a while, fiddling with his soda and sometimes even drinking it. So... what's that?0 (-0) * Nigel looks up. "It's an old history book about Fae. Like a real one." And you happened to have it on you. * Nigel shakes his head. "Nah... I found it in an ancient japanese tea shop. The old man gave it to me with a cryptic warning about how it was cursed and would rework reality from the inside as soon as the first page was read." So... you believed it was a, uh, real history. But you didn't believe the cryptic warnin'? * Nigel stares for a bit and shakes his head. "Yes. I had it on me." * Sonia breathes in raspily and slowly. It's not a snore. But it is sleep-like. * Montana looks annoyed. "Maaan, you want me to believe that there are trolls and fae and zombies and shit that you can't even name, but for some reason you don't want me to believe your bullshit story about riddle telling Japanese dudes?" Why would I find a book in a tea shop? * Nigel shakes his head. "Anyway... I carry some books with me for travel. Fae are pretty common just about anywhere, so it's good to have some research on hand." * Nigel rethinks that. "Well... Not ANYWHERE. But it's not like they're strictly regional." Right. Okay. * Montana takes a breath and tries again: "So what's a history gonna even help with?" * Nigel shrugs. "Well if, for example, I had to deal with a particular court or a particular Fae, even, it is useful to know what to expect. In this case, I am wondering if there is some way to reverse your eye situation. But it is doubtful. I just thought I would give it a go." * Montana shrugs back, but he only uses the shoulder Sonia's not leaning on. "Ain't like this is the end of the world. I can get used to contacts again... fuck, maybe Alysha or whatever the fuck her name is now will give us enough of a bonus to get 'em modded." (-again) * Nigel nods. "Yeah. So... You never had any supernatural contact before?" Before this whole job? Nah. Least, not as far as I know. * Nigel nods. "Seems odd that you never ended up being hired to acquire some magical artifact. I suppose you may have without realizing it." Probably. There's that bracelet, right? Passed through my hands but didn't do nothin' magic at the time. * Nigel nods. "That's true, yeah." 'Sides, it ain't like that stuff's common knowledge. I find it pretty weird that we're gettin' hit with all of it right now. Well once you start to deal with the supernatural, it tends to pile on. Yeah? * Montana leans back with a huff. "Great." * Sonia stirs on Montana's shoulder, making a 'mrr' noise. * Nigel nods. "Well you often need to deal with the supernatural to fight the supernatural." ( Sonia should make a beep boop noise ) (boop beep) * Montana looks back at her and shifts a bit so she's comfortable again. "Ain't lookin' to fight nothin'." happens, though. * Montana frowns. "Yeah." * Nigel shrugs. "Hopefully my lessons helped. It was kind of nice teaching that stuff." Guess we'll see. For someone helping with gun running, I'm feeling pretty damn ill prepared. * Nigel shrugs. "I think everyone was ill prepared for what we are dealing with." * Montana shakes his head. "If it just means *getting* a thing, then I think that with this crew and a some preparation, we can get it." (Seriously, let's steal our way into the win. That's what this group is really made for. XD) ('It's time to steal the world.' ) * Nigel nods and smiles. "That's true. That does seem to be what we are best at." * Montana grins, and he brings his hand up to scratch at his stubble. "Just wish we had more info." [Suddenly an Asian woman in a tank top and short shorts takes a seat at the table, "About what?"] (who likes short shorts?) (She likes short shorts.) * Nigel nods. "I can try to get some more info when we get there. Using airport internet to gather that kind of intel is an exercise in frustration."] * Nigel looks up. "Hm? Can we help you?" * Montana blinks at the new girl. * Sonia remains asleep on Montana's shoulder. No sleeping here. Shoulder's taken. (Sonia is possessive.) [She grins. "You don't recognize me? Good, my disguise is working." She points at herself. "It's me, Natsuki. Remember? You tried to kill me?"] (Whossat?) (Is that a bikini ninja?) ( Yep. Session 55. ) * Nigel tilts his head. "You may have to be more specific, love. That's a long list." (*goes to refresh memory*) * Nigel sips his cola. * Montana rolls his eyes, then says to the girl, "Well, we ain't tryin' now. Somethin' we can do for ya, Natsuki?" ["She's with me," says Tilda, who's also there now. Apparently nobody noticed her sneak up to the table. But she takes a seat at the other end, grinning at Montana. "Been a while. Still got the ladies falling all over you, I see?"] * Montana laughs, more at ease than less now that Tilda's also there. "Afternoon." He tips his hat to her. "Shoulder's taken, I'm afraid." Didn't know you two were friends. [Tilda, for the record, is wearing a white trenchcoat and wide brimmed hat, and a black dress. In that outfit, she looks distrubingly like a blond Carmen Sandiago. * Nigel looks over at Tilda. "Where in the world did you come from?" (Sorry. Couldn't resist) [Tilda smirks. "Partners, more like." She looks at Nigel. "I've got a gig in Hong Kong. Interested? One of the Spanish princesses will be there."] [Natsuki leans back. "Well, I can't go back to the clan or Zukunft. I need something to do while staying under the radar, you know?" She sighs. "Life as a renegade shinobi is hard."] * Nigel chuckles. "Contrary to popular belief I do not have some sort of Princess bingo game going." [She laughs. "You should see what they're saying about you in the Danish papers. It's lucky you weren't identified, or they might track you down and hang you. Or force you into marriage. A grim fate either way."] * Montana says to Natsuki, "You've got a pretty good partner in Tilda if'n' you can keep her in line. It's a decent line of work." He looks at Tilda. "What's the gig?" [She shifts her smile to Montana. "You know I can't tell you that, unless you're on board. You're not still working for that little girl, are you?"] [Natsuki nods. "Of course! I am a ninja, after all..... A ninja's kind of like a thief, right?"] * Montana ehs at Tilda. "Depends on what you mean by 'working'. If you mean 'is she here, watchin' what we do', then the answer's no. And you need to introduce your new friend to euphamism." ["A whatphism?" Asks Natsuki.] * Nigel laughs. "No. I think she does perfectly fine without the euphamism. Honesty is a good quality. Hang onto that, Natsuki." * Montana shakes his head. Try to help somebody out... [Tilda stands up. "At any rate, we'd better get to our flight, in case the weather clears up. See you around, Monty." She starts away.] ["See ya!" Natsuki waves as she gets up, and follows Tilda. Then suddenly she turns around and skips back over. "Oh! Tell Shiho I said hi, and we don't have to have that fight if she doesn't want to. 'Kay? Bye bye!" Then she hurries after Tilda.] (Sorry, Dre and I needed to talk about something unrelated. Okay.) ( Does it involve ninjas? ) (No. It's unrelated!) ( lame ) * Montana sighs heavily, but he can't get up with Sonia on his shoulder. "Tilda!" [Tilda stops and turns around, waiting. So does Natsuki.] (*logsearches* ( :o ) Figure this'll end like the Milan or like Stockholm? (-the) [Tilda smiles. "We'll have to see." Then she turns around and continues off, Natsuki following.] (Okay... I think maybe ending is good. I am getting pretty sleepy.) * Montana groans once Tilda saunters out of earshot. "Women." * Nigel chuckles and nods opening the book again. "Yep." (I couldn't have Montana take her up on it! Nigel would be like NO because he's boring and everyone else isn't around to chime in!) ( It's fine, you weren't expected to :P ) (zzzz?) (Yeah, but Montana does enjoy borrowing things permanently.) (ANYWAY ending is good. People seem tired. ^^) ( ok ) [End]