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Post by Nightvision on Jun 16, 2011 2:25:45 GMT -5
DR settles down on the rooftop he picked, the one that offers a good view of both of the bakery's entrances that he knows of. He knows he's in for a long wait, but he's also sure that he made the people inside nervous enough that they're going to do something.
The only question is what. But he'll know it when he sees it.
Until then, they're as good a lead as the other one, the knowledge that the weird car was connected to Pasty. He figures he can always follow up on that once these people have been eliminated, or not, from his list of suspects.
Because, a big mob attack right in front of a mob armorer's shop? (He feels that he has confirmed that rumor to his satisfaction.) Grandpa Caleb always said that there's no such thing as coincidence. There has to be a connection.
Just like the two customers. They were involved with the mess on the street, then they went into the bakery. Coincidence?
Grandpa Caleb always said...
... a lot of things, come to think of it.
Still, for now he'll wait and watch.
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Post by shiivster on Jun 16, 2011 11:04:35 GMT -5
*Yonette's eyes follow the conversation, even if she's slow to catch mist of it. she will step forward and lift the box from Rex's hand and step back. she will figure out what the conversation was about later.
. . . o 0 ( i am sure it was male in there. male she did not know. OH . . rat . . bad man. that is sad. i am pleased there are no rats in here )
<for future reference, Yonette thinks in chinese>
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Post by josephkerr on Jun 16, 2011 12:29:51 GMT -5
Avery walks up to the entrance of the speakeasy and scans the doormans mind when they make eye contact.
He'll give the password once he has it and will proceed into the speakeasy.
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Post by yendor on Jun 16, 2011 20:23:23 GMT -5
Opens his money clip, takes out $1.00, sets it on the counter. "Keep the change. Consider it a donation to aid in keeping this pleasant bakery rodent free."
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Post by doc on Jun 16, 2011 22:26:45 GMT -5
Avery, you glean the password is "pastrami" as you enter the speakeasy. the Bartender and several of the regulars have already gathered, despite the early hour, and you know full well that many of these men are going to eye you with suspicion depending on your next act.
Rex pays for the pastries and leaves with Yonette and leaves the shop. Lex realizes that the lock to the back loading door has been picked, just as his sister returns with the flour.
(I'm going to time-jump ahead when I get back from my weekend away, so the players should post how they are going to spend the remainder of the day).
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Post by dakota on Jun 17, 2011 4:53:23 GMT -5
Lex wasn't happy someone had broke in as he looked at the scratches on the lock. Relocking it, he went out front as he heard the customers leaving," Rats? Girl, what are you trying to do to, drive away business?" He shook his head, with the urge starting to come to him that he wanted a drink. " You can't talk to customers about stuff like that, even if they bring it up." He said in a soft, but firm tone, one he often slipped into when he was trying to teach vivian something after she had done something that was possibly dangerous. He turned to his sister, offering to take the flour," You missed all the excitement outside. Rolls are ready to bake and the sweet bread is setting up."
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Post by Mierin on Jun 17, 2011 9:56:38 GMT -5
Vivian cocks her head to the side as she recognized Lex's lecturing tone of voice, looking genuinely curious. It’s unclear if Vivian really doesn’t see Lex’s point or if she is deliberately ignoring it as she says, “It was just innocent conversation, but I apologize. I do not want to drive away business.”
Shooting Lex a look of ’I need to talk to you in private ASAP’ when Lex’s sister’s back is turned, Vivian keeps the polite smile on her face as she asks, “Is there something I can help with?”
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Post by josephkerr on Jun 17, 2011 16:41:32 GMT -5
Avery smiles, nods to the bartender, and straightens his tie, thinking 'Well then, let's make friends.'
The first person he hits is the bartender, instilling trust via Empathic Transmission. "Hey, how about a drink?"
He glances around the room, looking for individuals that have muscle surrounding them. People of importance. He hits these individuals similarly. Nodding to a few of them to try to establish a vague bond of respect with their new found feeling of trust.
He then walks up to an available seat at the bar to greet his drink.
(OOC: I just realized that I did not roll for Avery's finances. Sorry! I'll wait for you to get back from your weekend trip before I roll up some stuff I may be missing. Have fun!)
JIC Rolls:
[dice=20]
[dice=100][rand=490997056698976642710396453768566528530922014167668978661911499142]
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Post by dakota on Jun 18, 2011 6:27:52 GMT -5
Lex caught the look and nodded, then waited for his sister to go to the back room, then grabbed Vivian by the elbow to pull her as far away from the door as they could get," All right, what is going on? First you get caught kissing some guy I'm pretty sure broke in the back door, and then the whole rats in the back thing. What did I miss, kiddo?" he asked lowly.
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Post by shiivster on Jun 18, 2011 7:17:57 GMT -5
Yonette follows Rex quietly, and once back at the hotel and ensconsed in teh penthouse, will proceed to get the tea ready. once that's done, she will serve him with some of the things that were bought.
*she then settles in a corner after cleaning up, to make tiny stitches on some colored cloth from home. her eyes glance up a couple of times trying to see if and when he needs something. she'll work on the material until about 2pm.
'missa Clanston? Yonette need buy fresh foods from shops that know cooking. i am . . shop, yes?' *she struggles with her american, but seems content that she said it well enough. she just hopes he understands her need to get some foods similar to what was at home
[plans for hte rest of hte day . .
*shop and return and whip up am awesome stirfry and noodles and pork fried rice
*buy some chinese 'goodies' as well.
*work on the cloth[silk]. she's stitching the raw seems so it won't fray before cutting. after ward, she will enhance some of the print/weave
*wash and iron his clothes that need it.
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Post by Mierin on Jun 18, 2011 12:39:46 GMT -5
Vivian is surprised by Lex's grabbing her elbow and drags her away from the door. She opens her mouth to loudly protest such treatment, but realizes she doesn't want to attract any undue attention so stays quiet for now.
Vivian glares at Lex's questions and whispers in a sharp tone of voice, "The man who grabbed me and kissed me, against my will, I might add, is the Dark Rider fellow we've heard about roaming around the outskirts of town. He must have seen the accident or something because he was checking out the bakery and knows about your extra security!” Vivian looks around to make sure Lex’s sister isn’t within earshot as she continues, “He didn’t think the crash outside the bakery was a coincidence and that it might have something to do with the mob.” Vivian hesitates before asking, “Do you think it could have something to do with your old.. connections?”
Vivian waits to hear Lex’s answers to her questions before adding, “I think we need to be careful about going out on our late night outings. He might be watching us if he knows about your extra security.” Vivian then says, offhandedly, “He thought you were my husband and yet he kissed me twice. I don’t understand that.”
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Post by thorley on Jun 19, 2011 3:43:17 GMT -5
Caleb can understand the reception he's getting, and will remain gruff but polite. If he's certain about the car having been seen, he'll continue with his plan for the rest of the day, and see how the astral scouting pans out. Even if he winds up with a pretty large area, an astral form moves really, really quick so with multiple uses he should be able to cover a lot of ground looking for something that size.
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Post by Nightvision on Jun 19, 2011 10:01:05 GMT -5
Sitting on the roof and waiting, the Rider has a lot of time to think. He thinks about the chaos that occurred directly in front of the bakery/armory. He thinks about how the owner and his little helper were outside helping the people.
He wonders if they'd remembered to lock the doors while they were playing samaritans. He wonders if perhaps the entire affair was just supposed to be a distraction. A noisy and probably expensive one...
... but it would depend on what the people who staged that distraction hoped to gain by it.
The direct approach hadn't yielded any results yet, but...
Heck he was hungry. Maybe he should get himself something to eat. A nice sandwich or something.
Or, as Sammy Reynolds would say, "a sammich."
The Rider returns to his Indian Scout and takes a black dufflebag from its place under the seat. He retreats into an alley and changes...
... from the handsome, dashing and masked Dark Rider...
... into the age-bent, bearded septugenarian Sammy Reynolds. His favorite disguise. He has it down pat, to the point where it even fools Grandpa Caleb.
Leaning heavily on a cane, Sammy Reynolds hobbles into the bakery.
"H'lo? Anyone here?" Sammy calls out in the voice and accept of an aged cowhand who's been all over the country in his lifetime. With a slight emphasis on the Texas Twang.
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Post by Mierin on Jun 20, 2011 0:50:27 GMT -5
Vivian sighs as she hears an old man call out and moves over to where he is with a polite smile on his face as she asks in a friendly tone of voice, "How can I help you, sir?"
(ooc: once vivian's done talking to Lex/helped the old man, her plan is to go home for her lessons and conduct her daily routine before she sneaks out of the house after her parents are asleep, if she and Lex agree to meeting)
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Post by Nightvision on Jun 20, 2011 2:03:30 GMT -5
"Howdy, young miss," Sammy replies with a smile. "I needs me some sammich. None too hard bread, if you got it, my teeth may look good but they be all fake." He laughs a slightly cackling laugh.
"Say," he continues, "ain't I seen you out there helpin' out with that mess? That was a mighty decent thing you done there. But weren't you worried? I mean, runnin' out like that, I betcha you dinna lock the door. And times bein' what they are, I'd hate to think someone comes in and steals your day's take while you're out there helpin' people that need helpin'."
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