Dr. Sonja Kabari: (here)

Ravyn: The location is the same warehouse in the Bronx that Jeremy, Xu, Sonja, and Travis met in early...located in a a relatively busy industrial area. Same narrow, mazelike passage through the stacked pallets of coffee products that reach about 20 ft high. The tall blonde, tanned Merc type is there, standing off to the side with the shotgun, watching some moitors showing the security cams hidden around the place.

Travis Kennedy: (Have we arrived already, or shall we enter?)

Ravyn: ((You two can be there already if you like)) Xu has arranged the logistics of the...err, mooing bomb getting transported over from the AATR, and it's been brought in, to be placed wherever it needs to be. It's standing off to the side in the free area at the moment, leashed to a crate so it can't wander off.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Sonja arrived with the bull, it has monitors and probes sticking out of its sides and she's keeping an eye on them, pda in hand.

Travis Kennedy: Travis will have drawn a circle with a 7 foot diameter in white chalk on the ground, using a string to make it an almost perfect circle. He is currently disecting the circle into 12 pie slices using a chalk line from the hardware store.

Jeremy Thomas: He slips into the warehouse, moving along through the passageway. He's got a backpack with him as he walks along, staying alert for ambushes.

Jeremy Thomas: 9,8,7,4,5,8,

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: Sonja reported the location of the place they're bombing, requesting a sweep team stand bye. You'll have to ask Travis if he told her real location. He might have lied to her.

Jeremy Thomas: Good, no ambushes. Ambushes are bad. He slips into the main area, giving the mercenary a nod, then looking to Sonja and Travis. "Evening."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Monitors the pressure in the bull's gut. Wouldn't want premature ecowulation to occur.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She's dressed in black, but still wearing her white lab coat and gloves. "Good evening, Mr. Thomas." Not looking up from her monitoring.

Travis Kennedy: "Hi." He mumurs this from the floor, concentrating on partitioning the circle exactly through the center.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Hopes the fluoridated muscle strands hold up. The animal is going to be in discomfort soon, from the building pressure. She checks its heart rate... good, the sedative is doing its job.

Jeremy Thomas: A raised eyebrow at Sonja's calling him by his last name. Xu didn't give it before. He glances to Travis, then back to Sonja with a nod, before setting the pack on the card table and opening it up. "I was told you'd need this..."

Travis Kennedy: "Good. That will make things easier. Is the bessy-bomb ready? I will be ready for the cow in 90 minutes."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Oh, my bad. Nix that, make it Mr. Jeremey))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Ninety minutes? Why so long?" Looking towards Travis.

Jeremy Thomas: He pulls out a human skin. It's slit open in the back, female...probably was damn fine-looking when it was on someone. It smells of old herbs and decay on the inside. He holds it out with a mite less distaste then one might imagine...maybe he's getting used to lugging the damn thing around.

Travis Kennedy: He grabs a piece of white chalk from a nearby box and starts to writing strange symbols in one of the pie slices. "Sorry if reworking reality itself doesn't fit in your schedule, but it's hard. Jer, keep that thing for a bit. I don't need it yet."

Travis Kennedy: 4,7,1,5,6,6,3,

Travis Kennedy: 2,3,6,

Trevor Dunne: He's tall (over 6.5 feet) broadshouldered, with wheat blonde hair that's a bit wild and hazel eyes. His skin is tanned and he carries himself with a self assured command that gives others pause.

Jeremy Thomas: "All right." He sets it down on the card table, pulling a cigarette. "Smoke's not gonna mess anything up, is it? I don't want the cow to blow up early, or the...err, teleporting to go off wrong.."

Travis Kennedy: The click-click-clicking of the chalk begins... (awareness if you really have to)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 6,6,7,5,

Travis Kennedy: "I'm fine."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "The bull is doing fine, a little smoke shouldn't bother it." Walking over to examine the skin. "This looks human. Where did you get it?"

Trevor Dunne: 6,7,3,9,7,3,10,

Trevor Dunne: He does a perimeter sweep of the warehouse, looking for anything that might indicate the enemy has gotten a tip off.

Trevor Dunne: 9,3,10,5,8,

Trevor Dunne: (That last was awareness)

Jeremy Thomas: "It is human. Picked it up off the street." He lights the cigarette, then sets to watching Travis with some interest.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Glances at Trevor then back down at the skin. "The street?" Arching a brow. "What's it for?"

Ravyn: Xu sees no ambushes lying in wait.

Jeremy Thomas: "Travis said he needed it." He shrugs. "I don't understand quite how the handwaving thing works, so I don't know."

Travis Kennedy: "We're going to sacrifice it to Ra." He quips from the floor. "Just kidding..."

Trevor Dunne: Having satisfied himself the perimiter is secure he makes the appropriate knock and enters the warehouse, moving quietly so as not to disturb the events in progres or startle the bull.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Flips out her pda to scan the skin.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 2,2,8,

Ravyn: The Merc glances at the monitors, then nods a little, remaining alert as Trevor enters.

Jeremy Thomas: 1,8,2,7,6,5,

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: life1/matter1

Jeremy Thomas: His ears perk up at the knock, looking back to the man with the shotgun, then over to the entrance to the area, waiting for who he assumes to be Xu to approach.

Travis Kennedy: "Sonia, could you not do that?" Asks Travis from the floor.

Ravyn -> Dr. Sonja Kabari: It's a dead skin, with certain herbal residue on the inside of it, probably anointed somehow.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Eyes Travis. She's having doubts about this deviant crap. Human hides?! No one mentioned this to her.

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: Makes notes of the herbs, she'll run a database check on it later.

Trevor Dunne: He enters and takes up a guard position, nodding to the Merc and to Jer and giving them an all-clear hand sign.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Looks to see who knocked a few minutes ago, and finds who she expected to.

Travis Kennedy: The tick-tick-ticking of caulk continues. He's almost done one of the pie slices.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Trevor, and blinks once, before nodding, then looking back to the work in progress.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Switches to the bull monitor. Looking good.

Travis Kennedy: He finishes one slice, and moves 5 over to the right and starts drawing again, "Sonia, when I'm done, I'll need you to bring the cow into the circle and hold it in the center for me while I enact the Seal of David."

Travis Kennedy: 4,2,8,

Trevor Dunne: ((Sonja....he doesn't look like Xu. At ~all~. He does however look like the photo of Subject SA56-003 SOL))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Excuse me?" Eyeing the circle with misgivings. She doesn't trust him not send her along with the bull.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Oh! Dlp the look, and make it a double take.))

Jeremy Thomas: A sigh. "I'll hold the cow there." He shakes his head. Someone's gotta get the work done.

Trevor Dunne: "No, Jeremy." He has a strange sort of aura of dangerousness and command. He's scarier than Xu ever was. "You will frighten the animal and blow us all up."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Nods to Jer. A much better plan in her eyes.

Trevor Dunne: He moves over to be able to look the animal in the eyes.

Jeremy Thomas: He glances to Trevor, and nods, conceding the point. Blowing us all up isn't in his plans. "All right, fair enough."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Checks the animal again, then settles her eyes once more on Subject SA56-003 SOL.

Travis Kennedy: He scrawls swirling symbols and hard rigged notches in the space on the floor, using the slices as outlines.

Trevor Dunne: "Travis, you know to drop the animal in about three feet above ground level?"

Travis Kennedy: "I do now." Click-click-scratch-click....

Trevor Dunne -> Ravyn: He's trying to talk to the animal, to let it know to stand in the center of the circle and not move.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Turns to observe Travis' apallingly third world preparations.

Travis Kennedy: 2,5,8,

Ravyn -> Trevor Dunne: ((Roll Cha+Animal Ken to command it...otherwise, you're just talkin', which may just work anyway. *G*))

Trevor Dunne: "Sonja, your job is to make sure the payload arrives in a proper state to detonate on target. Please refrain from criticizing or otherwise detracting from Travis' concentration. We...all of us...are trusting you not to blow us up, so please give Travis the courtesy of trusting him."

Trevor Dunne: 7,7,9,

Ravyn: The cow seems to pay attention to Xu, and lowers it's head in obediance.

Trevor Dunne: He moves in and takes the lead from Sonja, placing the bullock exactly where it needs to be, and then dropping the lead.

Jeremy Thomas: He leans back against the card table, watching. His gaze is drawn to Trevor, eyebrow quirking as he considers this odd turn of events. The gaze doesn't stay there long, though, before he moves back to Travis and his work, exhaling a drag of smoke as he observes.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Strolls slowly behind Travis and the bull, keeping an eye on the pda.

Travis Kennedy: "After I'm done this last bit, someone will have to hold the cow in the center for about 2 and a half hours." Scrawl-twirl-tittle-dash-slash-clickity-tick...

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "How long, Mr. Kennedy? I need to give the bull a stimulant just before you send it off. It'll take approximately 3 minutes to counter the sedative."

Travis Kennedy: "I'll let you know right before I complete the Seal, okay?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Scowls. How do these deviants get anything done?

Trevor Dunne: He gives Sonja a look that says "Be~have~."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Very well," she says, not letting her irritation creep into her voice.

Travis Kennedy: "One crawls, then one walks, then one runs." He finishes the last slice of caulk art and then stands up and leaves the circle to grab the skin. ((So... where is the cow now? Did Trevor move it to the center?))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Standing just outside the circle, vigilant in her monitoring of the bovine.

Trevor Dunne: ((Yes Trevor moved the bullock exactly where Travis indicated it needed to be.))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Glances at Trevor, but refrains from the retort to Travis that comes to mind. Obviously he plans to crawl along for several hours.

Jeremy Thomas: He's an observer now, if a highly interested observer, at least. The cigarette is stubbed out, and he folds his arms over his chest, keeping an eye on the proceedings.

Travis Kennedy: 6,7,4,

Travis Kennedy: He grabs the skin with his his hands, and with a bit of a face, sets it down just inside the circle. Then he folds his legs under him and says, "Okay, now for the real work." ((Does anyone have anything else to say, or should we skip ahead 2 and a half hours?))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Trev> "The valve nearest the bulls posterior end is for pressure relief. If I indicate so, you will need to depress the top of it."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: (Is good with fast forwarding)

Ravyn: ((Yeah, fast forward is good.))

Trevor Dunne: ((FF is good since I'm on bull pressure relief detail. *G*))

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: ((Sonja is wearing a gun, btw.))

Travis Kennedy: Travis chants for two and half hours, sitting there on the ground, not moving. His eyes are unfocused, and glances around at things that probably no one else can see. He doesn't move for two and a half hours as he chants the language of high astral spirits.

Travis Kennedy: 10,9,1,

Travis Kennedy: 5,9,7,

Trevor Dunne: ((Sorry about that. *stabs kb*))

Travis Kennedy: 7,10,5,

Travis Kennedy: 3,9,2,

Travis Kennedy: 2,5,4,

Ravyn: 1,2,6,10,

Travis Kennedy: "And stab it now."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Continues monitoring the bull throughout the two hours.

Jeremy Thomas: He remains there, watching quietly, as Travis chants. Damn, handwaving takes forever.

Travis Kennedy: ((Ah, the disadvantage of being a Hermetic...))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She draws a hypo from her pocket and pulls the cap off the needle, stepping into the circle, and injecting the bull in the neck. She's careful not step on any of the chalk lines.

Travis Kennedy: And he says with a wave of his hand, "Bessy, begone!"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Hurriedly moves back out of the circle.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: If Trevor vanishes with the bull...

Ravyn: A ripple of the air, and suddenly, the bull is just suddenly...not there. Trevor and Sonja, to their relief, are.

Travis Kennedy: He grins widely, then falls backward laughing, "I'm awesome!"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I would estimate detonation in about forty seconds. Can we verify?"

Trevor Dunne: He laughs, and nods. "You are!"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Raises an eyebrow at Travis. "Or would it take three hours?"

Trevor Dunne: He looks to Sonja. "I hope that it doesn't have to be coherent in order to detonate."

Jeremy Thomas: He blinks a little, and chuckles. "I'll be damned. Copperfield's got nothin' on you."

Travis Kennedy: He stands up stiffly and stretches his legs. Oh they were sore.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "If you dropped it a meter above the ground as specified, the stress should have triggered the animal to blow. Otherwise it would have blown regardless within a couple minutes of the injection."

Travis Kennedy -> Ravyn: (Corr 2, Force 1, to sense what is happening at the location. Enoch to lower diff then 3 arete rolls, as usual...)

Trevor Dunne: He looks to Sonja, then to Travis. "You are both awesome," he smiles. "Fuckin' Grade A beef bomb."

Travis Kennedy: He starts to draw little symbols in the air casually with his finger. "Let's take a look."

Jeremy Thomas: He chuckles at Trevor's comment. "Not something you see every day, that's for damn sure."

Travis Kennedy: 9,1,7,3,6,10,2,

Travis Kennedy: 9,7,4,

Travis Kennedy: 5,8,6,

Travis Kennedy: 1,6,6,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Let's see if it worked before we celebrate."

Ravyn -> Travis Kennedy: The place is demolished and caved in. Everything has been reduced to rubble.

Ravyn -> Travis Kennedy: Little tiny bits of flesh are scattered about, as well. Definitely worked.

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: (should I roll 14 dice for the damage?)

Travis Kennedy: He slashes the air with his finger innocently, like this is something that he does every day. His smile broadens again into a laugh, "Wow... It definitely worked."

Ravyn -> Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((No, successes equals LEVELS of damage done. *G*))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Not bad, Kennedy, not bad at all." Finally letting a smile creep through as she pulls a phone out of her coat pocket.

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: ((OOooooh, even bigger boom than I expected then. *L* Kewl!))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Punches in a number.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Move." That's all she says, flipping the phone closed.

Trevor Dunne: He issues a sigh of relief, and grins to the Merc who's guarding them. The Merc grins back.

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Ravyn: All clear for the sweep team.

Travis Kennedy: Travis' grin fades.

Jeremy Thomas: His eyes flick to Sonja, eyebrow raising.

Trevor Dunne: He frowns at Sonja and moves to the perimeter of the open area.

Trevor Dunne: "Sonja?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Drops the phone in her pocket. "Drinks anyone? I'm buying." Smiles sweetly.

Travis Kennedy: "Sonja?"

Jeremy Thomas: His eyes remain on Sonja, hands uncrossing and coming to rest on the table he's leaning on.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Trev> "Nothing to worry about. I did tell you I wanted samples."

Jeremy Thomas: "Ah, what the hell. Sonja?"

Travis Kennedy: "Yeah, but I did not get a chance to... I'm screwed now."

Trevor Dunne: "Oh." He nods to her. "Sonja's people are doing clean up at the blast sight. I warned them to come loaded for extra-dimensional attack."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "It's okay." Holding a hand up in a settling motion. "Just a failsafe."

Trevor Dunne: "What do you mean?" he asks TRavis

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Eyes Travis. "To what?"

Travis Kennedy: "They can look at the resonance from my effect, and know it was me. I'm screwed." He starts to walk toward the entrance of their little crated area.

Trevor Dunne: "Travis, I doubt they're going to be worried about somethign like that when there's a fucking Mummy ghost there to battle."

Jeremy Thomas: Okay, he's totally lost. He looks from one person to the other, to the other, brow furrowed and frowning.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Oh please. You are not that important."

Travis Kennedy: "I can hardly clean up my tracks now that they are there."

Trevor Dunne: "And frankly, if they wanted you they could have taken you and everyone else who knew Micheal Thompson when he was under their control."

Trevor Dunne: "If you'd have told me you wanted to clean up your tracks I would have made sure that you'd had a window, but frankly, I don't want you going to that location anyway it's too fucking dangerous."

Travis Kennedy: "I don't need to go there. I just needed one more damn minute." Is headed toward the door.

Jeremy Thomas: "Travis...they've got a point." He sighs, lighting himself a victory cigarette. One for every occasion, this one has. "I think they do, at least..."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Trev> "If anything, your cooperation in this extermination will sit well with..." glances at Jer. "My people."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: (Trav not Trev)

Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Sonja with a raised eyebrow. He seems to at least understand who her people are.

Travis Kennedy: He tosses a forces smile over his shoulder, "Aw hell, you guys are heroes. Go get drunk, hey? Now that they can connect me to this incident, I'm a threat. I handled that pattern, so I know what it's about. So imagine a Bessy bomb put right in their lab. I know they will. I'm not just me. I'm part of a group. I'm dangerous now." He stops at the door, waiting to see if they have anything else to say.

Travis Kennedy: (forced*)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Steps into the circle and picks up the monitoring devices that were left behind when the bull was sent off to its doom.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Oh please. They already knew about the bomb, and who developed it."

Trevor Dunne: "Travis, please please don't fucking fall into this paranioa again. This is ~your~ fault for not communicating ~your~ wishes. And ~nobody~ is fucking after you except for maybe Qetu and with any fucking luck she's going to get a new asshole ripped into her courtesy of Sonja's people."

Jeremy Thomas: He doesn't have anything to say. He's a Garou, and clueless to the way of handwavers, with a few exceptions.

Trevor Dunne: "Well..." he amends. "Qetu and the Setites..."

Travis Kennedy: "Yeah yeah, they knew everything. They are all powerful. Sonia, that's really annoying." He looks at Xu, or whoever he is now, "Maybe I'm being paranoid. Maybe Sonia's people don't have me by the balls, hey?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Rolls her eyes. "Quit being a dick or I'll have you by the balls. Literally."

Jeremy Thomas: A sigh. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'M going to go have a drink. Y'all are welcome to join me."

Trevor Dunne: "Sonja, don't threaten Travis, even jokingly, or I'll have to come to his defense. And I know you won't care much for that."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Eyes Trevor and just shakes her head. "I'd be happy to join you, Mr. Jeremy."

Trevor Dunne: He nods to Jeremy. "Now. This ~team~ has successfully managed to debilitate a three thousand year old, very powerful enemy. I think rather than bickering we should celebrate."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She can't believe Trevor just threatened her, over that deviant.

Travis Kennedy: He smiles a little, his eyes feeling relief that she was finally told to stop that. Finally... He starts to feel much better about himself and the situation all round.

Jeremy Thomas: "Hear, hear." He pushes off from the table and makes ready to head out.

Trevor Dunne: He looks to Sonja. "I care deeply about you but I'll not let you bully my friends."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "He's a big boy."

Travis Kennedy: He turns toward the door, looks down at the ground, takes off his glasses to wipe his eyes with his sleeve, then puts his glasses on again. He turns back around to face them, and leans against the doorframe.

Trevor Dunne: "He's not a boy, he's a man. Someone who helped save my life, so leave off with the insults, please." He moves over and takes her by the shoulder, ignoring the distaste on the face of the Merc, who apparently doesn't care much for interracial couples.

Jeremy Thomas: He listens to Trevor talk about Travis, something slightly odd passing though his eyes very quickly as he glances toward the mage. A shrug, and he waits for the man he's supposedly bodyguarding to leave before he follows.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Oh hell. She's not mad at him, really. And he just let the cat out of the bag with the cares deeply comment anyway, so she slips an arm around him.

Travis Kennedy: He pushes his way through the door, "I think I will join you guys for drinks."

Trevor Dunne: The Merc remains behind, guarding the warehouse.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Trevor is right, we should be high fiving, not bickering. You did a good job Mr. Kennedy."

Trevor Dunne: "I'll meet you all there." He nods and sends them ahead, turning to head back to talk to the Merc. "I have to settle some debts."

Trevor Dunne: And he rushes back inside and disappears.

Jeremy Thomas: "All right." He nods to Trevor, and moves to follow Sonja and Travis out.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Recommendations, Mr. Jeremy?"

Travis Kennedy: He heads toward Jer's car, waiting up a bit to walk beside Jeremy on the way.

Jeremy Thomas: "Just Jeremy is fine, Sonja, please." He smiles a little. "And it depends on what Decorum we're looking for. I know of a nice little Irish place near Battery..."

Trevor Dunne: ((Thanks for the scene, guys))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I don't go out drinking often, I'll leave the selection in your capable hands, Jeremy."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((You bet! You heading off?))

Jeremy Thomas: ((Thanks, Singha! Fun times. *G*))

Travis Kennedy: He walks beside Jer, reveling in the moment, a little smile on his face.

Travis Kennedy: ((Thanks, bya!))

Jeremy Thomas: "All right. Then it's down to the old pub, instead." He grins at that for some reason, then opens his car door, pulling the seat forward so one of the two can get in the back.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Climbs into the car.

Travis Kennedy: He gets in the passenger side and relaxes into the seat.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Phone call, gimme one sec. Off 2 DT Restaraunt?))

Travis Kennedy: ((Sure!))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Peels off her lab coat, which might be a little conspicuous in a bar.

 

IRISH PUB

Travis Kennedy: He enters the bar and heads straight to a corner table to sit down.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Strolls in leisurely after Travis, looking the place over.

Jeremy Thomas: He goes to find a good parking spot after letting the two out.

Travis Kennedy: He slides silently into a chair with his back to a wall, and watches the door for Jeremy.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Settles into a chair, not nearly so paranoid as Travis and his back to the wall business.

Travis Kennedy: He looks at Sonia, waiting to see if she is going to say anything insightful.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She examines the table, to make sure its clean.

Jeremy Thomas: Finally, he walks in, looking around.

Jeremy Thomas: 6,7,7,3,9,1,

Travis Kennedy: 3,3,4,

Travis Kennedy: He doesn't notice anyone walking in the door.

Jeremy Thomas: Ahh, there they are. His eyes fall on the duo and he grins a little, heading their way.

: ((Open?))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "We are indeed, what are we drinking?" Finding the celebratory experience novel.

Travis Kennedy: He looks up at Jer curiously.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Yes. Irish Pub near Battery))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Irish pub, was it Jer?))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "They probably have some good whiskey here. What do you recommend Jeremy?"

Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Sonja. "Irish pub...I was thinking a good, strong whiskey, Killian's, Guinness, or something appropriate. They've got everything, though, so what are you having? I'll play drink wench."

Travis Kennedy: Crooked grin, "I'll take Guinness, wench. No ice."

Jeremy Thomas: "One Guinness. Sonja?"

Jillian Wolfe: She wanders into the place, not her usualy place, but she was in the neighborhood and was pretty pleased with herself. She heads to the bar.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Will you?" Looking amused as she signals the waiter over. "I'm sure I could drink you under the table." She orders a bottle of Maker's Mark, single scotch. Letting the gentlemen order for themselves if they're not up for whiskey.

Jillian Wolfe: DD She is a very passed over woman at 5'8" inches tall, she is rounded in all of the right places, she has one of those hourglass figures, but on the rounder side. Her dishwater blond hair falls to just below her shoulders in curls but it is more often caught up in a ponytail or stuffed under a baseball cap. Her eyes, if you do manage to catch a look at her are a amber color. Wearing baggy jeans and oversized t-shirts, she goes more for her ability to blend in than looks. She might be beautiful if she wore make-up or actually cared about her appearance, but she is more comcerned with other things.

Travis Kennedy: 5,3,4,

Travis Kennedy: Once again, he doesn't notice anyone walking through the door.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 5,9,1,9,

Jeremy Thomas: He shrugs as Sonja summons the server. "Fine, my wenching skills are unappreciated." He orders a Killian's Red, starting a tab for himself, and takes a seat, pulling yet another cigarette.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Lots of people around, what's one more walking through the door.

Jeremy Thomas: 4,2,3,5,4,9,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Well, Jeremy. How long have you and our mutual friend been acquainted?"

Travis Kennedy: "Whiskey. Guiness, no ice." He leans back against the wall, tipping the chair back.

Jeremy Thomas: A half-glance goes to the door, but he gives it little thought, leaning back and taking a drag off the cigarette.

Trevor Dunne: 7,1,2,8,6,7,8,

Trevor Dunne: (color)

Jeremy Thomas: "About as long as I can remember, but my memory sucks." He grins a bit. "About a year and a half."

Trevor Dunne: He pulls up and parks on the street, checking the area for potential ambushes before getting out of the car.

Jillian Wolfe: She moves tothe bar and a wiskey and a Beer she needed to make her way home later on. She tskes a seat at the bar and takes off her baseball hat letting her blond hair fll down her back.

Travis Kennedy: He watches the server do her thing around the bar.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "How long have you been his body guard?"

Travis Kennedy: That gets a glance from Travis, but then he goes back to watching the server.

Jeremy Thomas: "Going on three months, on and off."

Trevor Dunne: He's tall (over 6'8") with wheat blonde hair and hazel eyes. There's an intensity to him that makes the weak willed shy away and an aura of control and competence that makes people listen to him when he speaks. He's wearing a midnite blue preacher cut leather coat, black turtle neck, black cargo pants.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Has it been very exciting?"

Jeremy Thomas -> Trevor Dunne: ((No ambushes threatening from my end. *S*))

Trevor Dunne: He exits the car and strides down the street, keeping to the shadows as best he can, moving into the bar smoothly.

Jeremy Thomas: "That's...an incredibly light way to put it, Sonja, yes." He smiles just a touch, a real mix of emotions passing through his eyes.

Travis Kennedy: He brings his eyes back to the table again, and glances between the two.

Trevor Dunne: 7,5,7,7,5,2,8,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 9,3,5,5,

Jillian Wolfe: She pouts the money on the bar when her drinks get placed in front of her. She pulls out a pack of smokes and lights up. Making a toast of sorts she downs the wisky andputs the glass on the bar, taking another drag off the cigarette.

Travis Kennedy: 5,2,7,

Trevor Dunne: He takes notice of who is where in the bar and what they're doing, heading over to the jukebox to put some money in and start some tunes up before stopping off at the bar.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Tall figure at the door, hardly noted. "I'll bet you've some tales to tell." *s*

Jeremy Thomas: 2,3,9,7,3,8,

Jeremy Thomas: Tall figure at the door, DEFINITELY noted. "Plenty of tales. Few I can tell."

Travis Kennedy: He notices someone walk through the door, but doesn't notice who it is.

Trevor Dunne: He grins to Jillian and speaks in gaelic to the bartender, waving a few hundred dollar bills at him. The bartender smiles and looks over the bills, moving to get Trevor a bottle of 80 year old scotch and a stack of shotglasses.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I can imagine." Tossing back a shot.

Trevor Dunne: "How are you?" he asks Jillian in a bit of a South African accent.

Jillian Wolfe: She glances over to Trevor and takes note of the money keeping to her cigarette and her beer in front of her.

Travis Kennedy: He looks around the room and smiles.

Jeremy Thomas: He takes a sip of the beer, and looks to Sonja. "What about you? How long have you known him?"

Jillian Wolfe: "Just fine, you?" definatly from New your Brooklyn to be precise.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Oooh, about a year." Refilling her shot glass.

Travis Kennedy: He flexes one of his hands on the table, watching the muscles move inside of it.

Trevor Dunne: He looks to be in his early 30's quite fit, very well muscled and well put together. "Bloody great, for the moment." He takes the bottle and shotglasses when the tender hands them over and gives Jill a bit of a nod before heading off to Jer, Sonja, and Travis' table. As he sits down, the jukebox starts playing the strains of Toby Keith's "Beer for my Horses."

Jeremy Thomas: A glances goes over to Travis. "You okay?"

Travis Kennedy: He glances up at Jer, "What?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Smiles up at Trevor as he arrives.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "You're awfully quiet, Travis."

Jillian Wolfe: She glances back to Trevor it looks like she is trying toplace him in her mind. She follows him with her eyes, maybe she was checking him out who knows.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks up at Trevor and nods, then back to Travis. "You're being all quiet and shit. Very uncelebratory." A grin goes Travis's way.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 8,2,1,5,

Travis Kennedy: He grins back, "I'm a quiet guy. I'm just thinking and junk."

Trevor Dunne: He sets the glasses around the table, popping the cork on the bottle and pouring a shot for each of them and nodding his head as the first two stanzas play, then singing along with the chorus: "'cause justice is the one thing you should always find, you gotta saddle up your boys you gotta draw a hard line..."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Misses Jil eyeing up Trev, probably just as well.

Travis Kennedy: 1,2,6,

Travis Kennedy: Once again, sees -nothing- of importance... He shrugs at the people looking at him, smiling.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Takes up the newly poured shot and raises it in a toast. "To a successful collaboration."

River Sevel: *A young woman that looks like she could barely pass for twenty one, enters the pub heading to the bar. Dark brown hair floats lose going just past her shoulders a few inchs, with a slightly mussed look. Light makeup highlights her dark brown eyes and full pouty lips She stands just under average height with a slim athletic build, wearing a black leather jacket over a black cut off see-through shirt allowing one to just make out the black bra underneath. A pair of black jeans, with a pair of black boots completing the ensemble. While one would not likely describe her as beautiful perhaps but she is attractive with a almost otherworldly enchanting allure about her.* ((Animal Magnetism - http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&meta=lastalb&cat=10547&pos=0 ))

Trevor Dunne: "And when the gunsmoke settles we'll sing a victory tune, and we'll all meet back at the local saloon..." He lifts his glass, indicating they should all join him. "We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing..."

Jeremy Thomas: "Ahh, okay." He takes the shot poured for him and raises it at Sonja's toast. "To bovine ingenuity, as well."

Travis Kennedy: He looks up at Trevor, and starts to murmur the words as well.

River Sevel: ((grabs a color, gah was naked for a moment))

Travis Kennedy: He picks up his shot, and raises it in the air.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "And a round of beer for my horses!" Clinks her shot glass with theirs.

Trevor Dunne: He clinks with them all. "Whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses" He downs the shot, grinning broadly, an almost manic glee in his eyes. "Whiskey for my mennnn, and beer for my horses..."

Trevor Dunne: ((sorry about that. *G* Thought i got it.))

Jillian Wolfe: She keeps glancing at the group an eyebrow raised at Trevor sining. She ashes in the ashtray and takes a drink of the beer.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: And tosses back the shot, laughing.

Travis Kennedy: He chuckles as he whispers the words to the song under their voices, and downs his shot like a pro.

Jeremy Thomas: He clinks away, then downs the shot, making the trademark alcohol face. He's not a scotch drinker as a general rule, though the appreciative look on his face shows he's not opposed to the stuff.

River Sevel: *having to show her ID, she orders a beer. Not overly caring what kind she gets served, droping a few bucks on the table*

Jeremy Thomas: ((S'all good. I gotcha covered. *G&))

Trevor Dunne: He laughs and pours more rounds for them all, raising his glass again while the next stanze plays. "To a crew who give a whole new meaning to the term 'cow punching.'"

Travis Kennedy: He laughs out loud dispite himself, "Awesome!" He lifts his glass to that!

Dr. Sonja Kabari: *Laughs and takes up the shot glass.* "That we did."

Jillian Wolfe: And Jillian looks over to River and about falls off the bar stool.

Jeremy Thomas: Oh, man. He's not driving home tonight. He takes the second shot and raises it up. "Very cute."

David Poe: * The geek strolls in from the street. *

David Poe: {{Color adjustment }}

David Poe: * Enters a tall young man with a lanky build. Dirty blond hair hangs just past his shoulders and the eyes are a briliant blue. He obviously does not get out much. The skin is near pale. He is dressed in a brown pair of cordaroy pants and a yellow t-shirt that says " Vote for Pedro" in black letters. *

Dr. Sonja Kabari: And tosses that one back too.

Travis Kennedy: He downs the second shot like a pro as well. He's no stranger to this game.

Jeremy Thomas: Shot goes down, grimace not nearly as bad the second time.

River Sevel: *doesn't seem aware of any reactions she might cause in others, taking a sip of her beer. Turns to lean back against the bar to looking over the rest of the pub.*

Jillian Wolfe: She puts out her cigarette and pulls out her cellphone, pushing a few buttons.

David Poe: * The boy glances around the place and sighs to himself before making his was to the bar. He rests his chin in his hands and waits for the tender to notice him. *

David Poe: {{ Grrr... there must be a color that is not in use here. }}

Jillian Wolfe: ((DLP))

Trevor Dunne: He pours another round just in time to start singing the second chorus, and clinks and elbows Travis to sing along since he obvoiusly knows the words.

Jeremy Thomas: 9,10,4,2,2,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Hooo. Three shots in a row. She can feel the burn.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks up, eyes falling over River first, then David. He appraises them quickly, then goes back to looking among the other three at his table.

Jillian Wolfe: She puts out her cigarette and looks back to Trevor then to River and then glances back to the TV.

Trevor Dunne: "And Justice is the one thing you should always find, you gotta saddle up your boys you gotta draw a hard line..."

Travis Kennedy: He laughs and sings a little louder, enough to fit in properly.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: What the hell? Lifts her shot glass for another round of clinking.

Trevor Dunne: He clinks and with the other two, seemingly oblivious to the glances thrown his way. "And when the gunsmoke settle we'll sing a victory tune, and we'll all meet back at the local saloon..."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 4,2,2,2,7,5,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Joins in the singing, rather terribly off key.

David Poe: * When the guy finaly notices him he orders a pint of Bud and starts sipping. Absently he traces some sort of design in the dust atop the bartop with his index finger. *

Jeremy Thomas: "You people and your Country music..." He grins, shaking his head, as he picks up his shot. Poor, ignored Killian's.

Travis Kennedy: He stops singing with an odd look on his face, then reaches down to pull a cellphone out of his pocket. He starts to read the message on it with a frown.

: (open?

River Sevel: *takes a moment to check out each of those present, small party of mismatched people at a table, young guy at the bar, some other girl down the bar and a few others but none look the type. Takes a sip of beer*

Jeremy Thomas: ((Yep!))

Jeremy Thomas: ((Irish Pub is the scene))

Trevor Dunne: "We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing, 'Whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses. Whiskey for my mennnnnn and beer for my horses!'" He laughs and slaps the table, shaking his head and setting his shotglass down.

Jillian Wolfe: She glances to David and winces at some of the off key singing by the obviously celebrating people at the one table. shaking ehr head she takes a sip of her beer and takes out another cigarette and lights up.

Jeremy Thomas: A curious look goes to Trevor after knocking back the third shot.

River Sevel: ((yep little irish pub))

Trevor Dunne: The song ends and he shakes his head at Jer. "I had to pay special for that one to be put into that jukebox full of Clancy Brothers and the Pogues."

Trevor Dunne: Meanwhile he leans over to read TRavis' msg, too.

Trevor Dunne: 10,5,5,4,8,10,3,

Trevor Dunne: (wit apt that's 6 sux. *G*))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Trev> "How much?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Looks to see what everyone is looking at.

David Poe: * He looks around when he hears the table slap. Couple of pretty girls and a table full of rednecks. Where in hell am I? *

Trevor Dunne: He's anything but a redneck, seeing as he has a South African accent.

River Sevel: *mostly tuned out the bad singing but glad it didn't last to long. A girl has her limits after all, takes another sip of beer.*

Trevor Dunne: ((*G* Night of the unclosed tags tonight. ))

Travis Kennedy: He slides the phone back into his pocket, and slides a twenty from his other pocket and lays it on the table. "Gotta go."

Trevor Dunne: He slaps Travis on the back. "Good job. Need a ride home?"

Jeremy Thomas: DD: Jeremy is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dressed in a red button-down shirt, black slacks, with a black leather trench coat over the whole thing. He is also never without his military- surplus backpack, an olive-colored thing that holds his belongings. (CoG PB 3)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Trav> "Problem?"

Jeremy Thomas: He looks over at Travis, eyebrow raised.

Travis Kennedy: "Thanks. I'm good." He stands up and slides out of his spot, "Good something to do. See you guys later."

Travis Kennedy: (Got*)

Trevor Dunne: "Take care." He smiles and raises his glass to Travis as he heads out.

Jillian Wolfe: Hell she needs a good celebrationparty, next good photo and she will. "Tender nother wiskey." she says pulling out money for it.

David Poe: * He takes another sip of his beer and then pulls out a PDA, messing with that now. *

Dr. Sonja Kabari: (Lemmings away!) Immaculate best describes the young African American. Every hair is in place, every long braid gleams equally. If you divided her face down the middle you would find it had perfect symmetry, one side the exact mirror image of the other. Her clothes speak of affluence, her bearing of power.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Good night, Mr. Kennedy."

Trevor Dunne: He's tall (over 6'8") with wheat blonde hair and hazel eyes. There's an intensity to him that makes the weak willed shy away and an aura of control and competence that makes people listen to him when he speaks. He's wearing a midnite blue preacher cut leather coat, black turtle neck, black cargo pants.

Trevor Dunne: He speaks with a South AFrican accent tempered by years of living in New York.

Jeremy Thomas: "See you, Travis."

Travis Kennedy: "Have fun." He walks away from the table and out the door, perhaps a little taller than the day before.

Trevor Dunne: "Awesome job, you all did," he nods and pours one more round for them all at the table. "Honor and a pleasure to work with you."

Jeremy Thomas: "Thank you..." He trails off, because right now, he has no idea what to call the man. So he just takes his shot and repeats himself. "Thanks."

Trevor Dunne: ((Anybody who doesn't know Trev but who paid alot of attention to the news over the past few years, particulary in NY may roll INT.))

Travis Kennedy: 9,10,6,8,

David Poe: * He takes a full swallow of the beer and then places the glass back on the bartop. As he is looking at his PDA a short, squirly looking blond student taps him on the shoulder and with a smile he starts chating with her. *

Jillian Wolfe: When the wisley is placed in front of her, she picks it up,sliding her hat in her back pocket of her jeans, she picks up her beer as well. Cigarette hangingout of her mouth. She heads for a dart board, hell let's see if she can try her lick at this.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Thank you." Lifting the shot glass.

River Sevel: *notes the small party partially breaking up, maybe they won't try to sing again with luck. Takes a slightly larger sip of beer, deciding to just take the night off*

Dr. Sonja Kabari: At this rate she's going to need someone to carry her home.

Jillian Wolfe: 5,8,10,

Jillian Wolfe: ((That was Intel))

David Poe: 1,5,6,3,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Tosses the shot and gives Trevor a rather lascivious look as she licks whiskey from her lips.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks between Sonja and Trevor. He's gonna be taking the subway home by his lonesome, it looks like. Which is fine by him.

David Poe: * After about five minutes of mindless BS the girl returns to her date and Dave returns to his PDA. *

Jillian Wolfe: She sets her glasses of drinks down on a table near by and picks up the darts, and walks away from the dart board. Taking a relaxes stances her aims the dart and then let's it fly.

Kieth Leery: a young man with dark burgundy hair some scruff. typical favors turtlenecks and scarves to cover it. the scar it self has been dyed a deep emerald green. Normally he wears a well beaten in black leather jacket which features raggedy andy committing suicide via a pop gun the cork tearing through the dolls head and showering the room in stuffing. typically Kieth wears black slacks or leather pants.(animal mag pb 2 app 4 sureal

Trevor Dunne: He grins and kisses Sonja, throwing an arm across her shoulder and whispering in her ear.

Jillian Wolfe: It hit the dart board with a resounding 'thunk' and raises up the next dart and it seems to click, and she looks over to Trevor then back to the dart board. a muttered. "Oh shit."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Mmmm..mmm.." sort of listening as she's kissed by the tall man.

David Poe: * Another large swalow and he finishes the beer. Standing he makes his was for the door after leaving some cash on top of the bar. *

River Sevel: *Notes the two love birds and the corner of her lips bow up into a slightly lopside smile at the affection*

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Murmurs something back to him.

Jeremy Thomas: He goes back to his beer, finishing it off fairly quickly. He recognizes being the odd man out.

Trevor Dunne: 8,8,6,1,5,6,5,

Kieth Leery: 1,8,9,6,

Trevor Dunne: He seems to notice the various looks they're getting and regards Jer. "Well. Probably time for me to head out. Can you get Sonja home?"

Jeremy Thomas: Out comes the phone, and he flips open the keyboard, punching something into it.

Kieth Leery: Glancing around as he moves for the bar. noting th e woman in leather and letting his gaze soak he rin.

Jillian Wolfe: She needs a picture of him to make sure.....she let's another dart go, and it was definatly not as good as the last one as she keeps glancing over to Trevor every time she takes a sip of her beer.

Trevor Dunne: He smirks to himself as Sojna's hand goes under the table.

Jeremy Thomas: He looks up to Trevor. "Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Not a problem."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Party over, already?"

Trevor Dunne: "Great." He rises and pats Jer on the back. "Steller work." He leaves a $100 tip on the table and heads toward the door.

Kieth Leery: "I'll have a pint" his voice thick and grated like ten miles of bad road that just gets worse and worse.

Jillian Wolfe: Jukkian takes and downs the wiskey and makes to head for the door herself.

Trevor Dunne: "I'm on a ticking clock, unfortunately," he pauses to look back and say to Sonja. "Otherwise I'd celebrate for a fucking weeek."

Jeremy Thomas: He small smile to Trevor, nodding a little. "Thanks." Yep. I can deliver a skin like no one's business. He watches the man go, then looks back to Sonja.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Blinks as he up and leaves suddenly, without even saying goodnight.

River Sevel: *turns back around to face the bar taking a slightly larger swig of beer.*

Trevor Dunne -> Jeremy Thomas: ((But who was smart enough to pick up the skin after you three killed the bitch? JEREMY))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I'll see you around. Let me know if there's anything I can do to slow down that clock."

Jeremy Thomas -> Trevor Dunne: ((Oh, I know. *G*))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Ew! Jer! That's just creepy!))

Trevor Dunne: He nods and blows her a kiss and walks out of the pub, singing to himself.

Kieth Leery: "glances to the woman not to far down fromhim."whatsa fine girl like you doing all alone at the bar?" same grated voice it sounds like a mix of tomwaits and dicky barret (sp)

Jillian Wolfe: She doesn't stop when Trevor does getting outside first means a better shot.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Looks at Jer. "Well, it's just you and I then."

Trevor Dunne: He pauses in the doorway to light up a Marlboro, glancing up and down the street, ever on the alert. (Rolling per+alert -2 to pool due to drinks))

Jeremy Thomas: ((*WEG*)) "Apparently so." He smiles a little, shrugging, as he folds the phone back together and puts it away.

Trevor Dunne: 5,2,3,9,10,

River Sevel: *takes a moment to realise she is being talked too or perhaps is just use to strange guys walking up and talking to her.* Just having beer, though not really my type of place.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Well, one for the road?"

Jillian Wolfe: Slidding a hand to her backpocket she pullsout a slim camers. This is what she uses for digital shots that needed to be verified. She looks over her shoulder as she slowely walk to see which direction Trevor is going to head.

Jeremy Thomas: "It's a plan." He nods, doing another chain-light before he pours a another shot for them both.

Kieth Leery: "Oh whats is your type of place." Just making polite conversation. he might be flirtign but who knows with kieth.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Victory!" Lifts her glass.

Jeremy Thomas: "Victory it was!" He chuckles a little and raises the glass, clinking it with Sonja's and downing it.

Trevor Dunne: He heads up the street, keeping to the shadows. (rolling Dex+Stealth)

River Sevel: *takes a drink of the beer and is silent a moment looking straight ahead to the bottle behind the bar and finally shrugs* Guess i don't really have one.

Kieth Leery: Taking a long drink from his pint.

Trevor Dunne: 8,10,6,5,

Trevor Dunne: ((That was with a -2 due to alcohol)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Tosses it back and then moves to rise.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 3,3,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: And falls off her chair.

Kieth Leery: "Forgive me if I'm bugging you I don't mean to I can always go away." Fammilair with the im not interested stare ahead at the bottle as he goes to slide back.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Maybe that last one wasn't such a good idea.

Jeremy Thomas: He stands up, taking a quick look around, bodyguard-style, as he moves to escort Sonja out of the pub.

Jillian Wolfe: ((Per+Alert to see that he spotted her the same -2 for alcohol))

Jillian Wolfe: 4,9,5,6,8,

Jeremy Thomas: Or doesn't, as she falls over. He grins, and leans over to help her up, swaying a little.

River Sevel: *glances to him and offers him a lopside smile* No just a lot on my mind is all. That and honestly don't really have a type of place really. *offered with a slight shrug*

Dr. Sonja Kabari: (wp) Ew! She's on the floor. Pulls herself up, using the chair for leverage.

Jeremy Thomas: 9,5,

Kieth Leery: He smiled easily to her he had a charming personality. "Hi A lot on my mind I'm Kieth."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: And Jeremy makes good leverage too. *L* "Wobbly chair."

Jeremy Thomas: "I bet." He winks to her, and NOW moves to help her out.

Jeremy Thomas: 3,3,2,10,

Jeremy Thomas: ((Per+Alert, alkyhawl penaties)) He notes the various people in the pub but pays them no mind.

River Sevel: *smirks a bit, knowing she is about to get his best stuff* Hello Kieth, my name is River. *takes the last swig of the beer*

Trevor Dunne: He fades into the shadows and moves up the street. (rolling per+alert to see if she's following again with -2 to pool due to alcohol)

Trevor Dunne: 7,1,5,1,4,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Walks out of the bar with Jer, an arm around him for support. "Stinkle stinkle little twink who in hell you are you tink, and I'm not under the alcafluence of inklhol like some people think." *giggling*

Jillian Wolfe: She follows or tries to headding in the directiion that he was headded in at least.

Jillian Wolfe: She is trying to be sneaky just in case.

Jeremy Thomas: "You're not, eh?" He laughs, guiding her along. "Yeah, could've fooled me. So where am I taking you?"

Jillian Wolfe: 7,10,3,3,6,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Home, James..Jeeves..uh..Jeremy."

Trevor Dunne: He does his best to disappear down an alley. (Another dex+stealth -2 to pool)

Trevor Dunne: 4,9,1,9,

Jeremy Thomas: "I...guessed that. Where's home?"

Kieth Leery: "River eh thats a nice name. Buy you another bottle of beer? " Still smilling he hasnt yet decided if he wants to try to take he rhome or just talk he rup. not that his homes anything special.

Jillian Wolfe: ((Another perception alert -2 to see if she can spot him))

Jillian Wolfe: 2,10,8,8,7,

Trevor Dunne: And he does a marginal job. He can't see if she's following him but he alway assumes in these cases.

Jillian Wolfe: A grin sliding to her face as she spots him and follows kifting the camera up. "Excuse me?" she calls out to Trevor.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Ssa secret." Heading out to the car with him.

River Sevel: *shakes her head slightly no, a lock of hair falls in her face* No thanks, but I appreate the offer. Need to still drive home. *Seems perfectly sober*

Kieth Leery: "All right, how about a coke or something than." taking another drink from his pint.

Trevor Dunne: 7,4,4,9,9,

Jeremy Thomas: "Ooookay..." He takes her over to the car, opening the door for her and helping her inside. He's not so drunk he can't drive yet, he guesses. Just really has to focus. "Then how'm I getting you there?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Gets in the car and frowns down at her skirt, smoothing it. "I'll whisper it to you so you won't hear it." Nods to the equitable solution to the delimma.

River Sevel: *glances to him, with her face slightly down cast. The single lock of hear still hanging across her face, lips bowing up into a slight smile* Water would be fine.

Kieth Leery: "Mind if I ask whats on your mind?" Sincere concerned hes decided to play the nice guy right now ...if onyl to catch he roff guard

Trevor Dunne: Well, know he knows exactly where she is. He doesn't turn to face her however, and just keeps moving as quickly as he can down the alley to the next cross street.

Jeremy Thomas: "Sounds like a...plan?" He makes sure nothing's hanging out of the car like, y'know, hair or legs or fingers, then shuts it, moving around to his side and sliding in. ((Dex+Drive, WP spent))

Jeremy Thomas: 3,

Trevor Dunne: 3,2,3,10,

Kieth Leery: "waters great." motions for the bartender as if sayying you heard the woman.

Trevor Dunne: At least he doesn't fall.

Jeremy Thomas: ((Yay WP!)) He gets it start and starts pulling out. He's driving and not crashing. That's what's important.

Jillian Wolfe: Narrowing her eyes she continues to follow,ususally they just turned to see her.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Slides against him, a hand on his arm, and whispers a downtown address in his ear.

Trevor Dunne: ((LMAO, Jer can't figure out how to turn on the car. *G*))

Jeremy Thomas: ((WP! I spent WP! *G*))

River Sevel: *shrugs a bit and finally pulls the stray lock out of her face and tucks it behind her ear to keep it in place* Work mostly. I take it your just out looking for a little fun.

Kieth Leery: (not with out a supreme force of will....damn i been that drunk before)

Trevor Dunne: He disappears around the corner and starts running.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Oh my god, we're going to die! *L*))

Trevor Dunne: 2,10,9,9,

Kieth Leery: "I'm just out. fun comes fun goes. what do you do, if you don't mind my asking?"

Jeremy Thomas: He leans into the whisper, and nods. "'kay." And off he heads. ((One more roll, for shits & grins. Yes, WP spent))

Jeremy Thomas: 6,

River Sevel: ((*L* thats pretty drunk))

Jeremy Thomas: Hey, he's moving the car. And not at 7 miles per hour. Off he heads, to the address given.

Jillian Wolfe: Camera in her hand at her side she follows him around the corner almost bracing to be hit or to get a picture not really expecting him to have started to run.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 4,7,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: To her credit she doesn't pass out, but she recites the table of the elements in binary to pass the time.

Dr. Sonja Kabari -> Jeremy Thomas: (move to vehicle?)

Jillian Wolfe: "Fuck." she knows she has had just a bit too much to keep yp with him. She slips the camera back into her pocket. Shaking her head she heads back the way she came to get to her car.

Trevor Dunne: He keeps running and cuts down another alley.

Trevor Dunne: 3,6,10,7,

Jeremy Thomas -> Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Sure))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((Yes, she is indeed a geek. *L*))

 

JEREMY'S CAR

Jeremy Thomas: He drives on, focusing on the road. He can cheat a blood alcohol test, but he doesn't wanna do what it's gonna take to do it in front of the good Doctor. Cops suck.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Blinks as they cross an intersection. "I think you just ran a light."

Jeremy Thomas: "Hmm?" He looks up, then quickly around, hoping there's no cops around. Thank the Goddess for late nights and empty streets.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Waits til they pass Liberty Street then flips out her pda.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Well... lessee."

Jeremy Thomas: "Whatcha doin'?" He stops at the first intersection after Liberty, long enough to light a cigarette.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Punches in some numbers on the keypad, and eyes Jer.

Jeremy Thomas: And even because it was a red light, to. He's so smart...

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "I think you're drunk." (wp)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 8,

Jeremy Thomas -> Dr. Sonja Kabari: Jeremy has an exceptionally vibrant life force, capable of high levels of regeneration. His genetics are very odd, too. He's also a ways drunk. ((Currently at -2 to die pools))

Jeremy Thomas: "No more then you. I'll be fine t' drive you home, don' worry." He starts moving again.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Blinks at the little screen. "I don't suppose you'd mind giving me a little... sample?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Sample o' what?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "You have really great genes, you know that?" Is she flirting with him?

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Eh? Blood would be good."

Jeremy Thomas: "Great genes...huh?" She's distracting him. ((Dex+Drive, another WP))

Jeremy Thomas: 10,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Pats her coat, which is rumpled in her lap. "Gotta hypo."

Jeremy Thomas: Still moving along okay. "Umm...no 'ffense, Sonja. I like ya fine. But I don' think I wanna give ya a blood sample."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Could be useful... I'll just... accellerate your dehydrogenase, okay? Won't feel a thing." Punching more keys and saving his genetic profile. It's so interesting.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: (wp)

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 7,

Jeremy Thomas: ((Int roll w/penalty))

Jeremy Thomas: 5,4,

Jeremy Thomas: And he blinks, as he feels the effects of drunkenness fade. "Umm...whoa." He shakes his head, then takes a drag off his cigarette. Damn. "This mean I won't have a hangover later?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Pats his shoulder. "Better?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Yeah, better. Thanks." He drives along, still surprised. That was...huh.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Negligently waves a hand as she brings his biolog back up. He really does have beautiful genes. "Course not. Doesn't take me three hours to do.. uhh.. anything really."

Jeremy Thomas: Along he drives, looking briefly over toward the PDA. "So what are you looking at?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "You have the biggest introns I've ever seen."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Lines of text are flowing over the screen in paired rows of colored A's, T's, C's and G's.

Jeremy Thomas: "Afraid I'm not sure what that means, Sonja. I'll take it as a compliment?" He grins a little, trying to turn it into a joke.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Giggles. "You just passed my house."

Jeremy Thomas: "Crap." He looks for a parking spot, pulling up to the curb about half a block in front of the house.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Introns... very mysterious. No one really knows why they're there really."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Are we there yet?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Ahhh. Any theories?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Yes, she noticed the car stopped moving.

Jeremy Thomas: "Well, pretty much. Just a tiny walk back." He kills the engine and opens his door, getting out and taking a quick look around as he shuts it and walks around to the other side.

Jeremy Thomas: 7,4,8,8,7,3,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Oh, yes, yes. Many. Some think they're left over dna. Deactivated genes. Others think they serve a function that simply has yet to determined. Those are the two most prevalent schools of thought." Using her lecture voice.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Flips the pda closed and slides it into her coat.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: He got out of the car. Is he listening to her?

Dr. Sonja Kabari: He should be flattered. Afterall, most people have to pay to attend a scientific conference to hear her talk about things like this.

Jeremy Thomas: He opens her door, seeming to have heard her, or gotten the gist at least. He reaches down to help her out of the car. "Which theory to you subscribe to?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: *Pulls her lab coat back on.*

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Takes his hand. "I took them all out of a rat once, an it died. Mus be doin' something."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 7,8,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She's remarkably steady, her coat falls down around her hips. It's not even on upside down.

Jeremy Thomas: "Obviously." He helps her out of the car, shutting it behind her, and goes to head down the block, toward her place.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Then I made stepwise deletions and found most could be removed. I think, both theories are nonexclusive and correct to some degree."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Yes, the nerd is coming out and shining bright in her, as they walk towards her house.

Jeremy Thomas: "That makes sense. Most theories tend to be partially right, at least...the ones that have enough supporters to be a school of thought, that is."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Turns to head up the walkway to an older looking house, and pats herself down for the keys.

Jeremy Thomas: He waits there for her to get inside, staying alert by her side.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: *A jingle and she fishes them out.* "Oh, you can't tell most scientist that. We like to take a stand."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Innersting thing is, bacteria don't have any introns at all. Why iz that?!" Fumbling with the lock.

Jeremy Thomas: "Can't tell you. I just found out what introns are." He chuckles a little bit. "You want help with the lock?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Blinks at the door like she can't figure out why it won't open and hands him the keys. "Iz evolution, my friend."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "But that just begs another question. Did they have them and loose them? Or never have them at all? What came first, the intron or the exon? Hmmm?"

Jeremy Thomas: He takes the keys and unlocks the door for her, opening it up. "Something only higher-level life forms have, then."

Jeremy Thomas: Oh. Oh, hello. "Umm...can I use your bathroom?"

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Higher?" Snorts. "More complex. No such thing as higher or lower life forms. Everything has been around as long as everything."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Sure, iz in the house."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Here she's teaching him the secrets to life, the universe, and everything, and he wants to go pee?

Jeremy Thomas: "More complex is what I meant." He helps her inside, then starts hunting for the bathroom.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: The interior belies the exterior. Ultra modern, in chrome, glass and synthetic silks. Everything is white and it feel like walking into a sterile clean room.

Jeremy Thomas: "Hold that thought for juuust a minute, Sonja." He seems impressed with the inside, as he hunts.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: While he tries to find the bathroom, she hangs her coat up on a chrome hanger by the door. The gloves come off next and she stuffs them in the coat pocket, fishing out her pda.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Glass doors open out into large back yard full of exotic looking plants. It's a three bedroom house with one bathroom off the master bedroom, but it also has a door that opens into the hall.

Jeremy Thomas: He goes to try the closest bathroom-looking door, first, before heading into the bedrooms.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: All the door are identical. The first door opens into the master bedroom. Same white decor. Chrome arch lamp, waterbed, white bureau. The place is immaculately clean. The floor covered in a thick white carpet.

Jeremy Thomas: Master bedroom...they always have a bathroom. He crosses through, to go relieve himself. Damn, that stuff went through him QUICK...

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She settles on the couch, yawwwning, and promptly passes out.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Her phone rings.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 4,2,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: It doesn't wake her though.

Jeremy Thomas: Out of the bathroom he comes, sighing in relief. He goes looking for her...and sighs as he sees her unconscious on the couch.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Phone rings again. It's in her coat pocket.

Jeremy Thomas: He frowns and leans over, shaking her gently. "Sonja. Sonja, your phone."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 5,2,

Dr. Sonja Kabari: She is passsssed out.

Jeremy Thomas: A sigh. It could be important...he takes it out, turning the volume all the way up, and holds it. Right next to her ear.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((*LOL*))

Dr. Sonja Kabari: 5,9,

Jeremy Thomas: If she doesn't wake up from this...ah, well. He's not answering a phone of someone belonging to the Union. That's just dumb.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Blinks slowly and reaches for the phone, hardly noticing Jer is holding it to her ear. "What?"

Jeremy Thomas: "Your phone." He puts it in her hand, backing up a step.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: It rings again and she frowns, pressing a button. "Kabari. Oh. No. False alarm. Everything is fine. I will, I will."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Pushes to her feet, and walks back to the door, opening a panel and pushing some buttons. Then closing it. Phone: "All clear. Thank you. I will. Bye."

Jeremy Thomas: He gives her her privacy, taking the time to look around interestedly.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Pockets the phone and walks back. "Larm. You want anything? Could nuke up something if you're hungry."

Jeremy Thomas: "No, I'm okay, thanks. Any need to soak up alcohol was taken care of." He grins a little. "Nice place."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Thanks. Don't really spend much time here."

Jeremy Thomas: "Too much time at work, I'm guessing?" She sounds like the lives-at-work type.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: There's a dining nook, with a computer on it, and an entertainment center covers one wall. Flat screen television and an expensive looking stereo, everything rigged for surround sound. No books are present but there's a shelf full of cd's.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Flops onto the couch, and nods. "Sleep there sometimes."

Jeremy Thomas: "I can understand that. Kinda did that too, from time to time." He takes a sideways lean against the wall, facing her.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "You have been a gentleman, Jeremy. Thank you for bringing me home." Taking off her sandals and slipping them under the couch.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Picks up a remote off a stand by the table and presses a button. Bach plays softly through the room.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Slooowly realizes he's looking at her and blinks back. God she's smashed.

Jeremy Thomas: "What can I say...I'm a nice guy." He smiles a little, shrugging.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Feels like she's forgotten something, which of course is ludicrous. Still it's an interesting sensation. "Would you like to use the guest room?"

Jeremy Thomas: "No...I'd better get home myself. Got someone who's probably fairly worried about where I am." A sigh, and then he smiles to her. "I'll see you later, Sonja. Thank you for being part of a most successful and interesting night."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Snaps off a very sloppy salute and gets up to walk him to the door. "Was my pleasure. Always available for bane mummy termination." Smiling.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: Hopes the sweep team picked her up some interesting samples.

Jeremy Thomas: A chuckle. "Good deal." He heads to the door with her, and walks outside, turning to look at her. "If you need anything, you can get ahold of me through Xu or Travis. Good night."

Dr. Sonja Kabari: "Good night, Jeremy." And she locks the door behind him, resetting the alarm.

Jeremy Thomas: Out he heads, shaking his head. He makes the most interesting acquaintances. He goes to his car and drives off, toward home.

Dr. Sonja Kabari: ((and kapoofs to bed))