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exsiliumlogs2014-01-27 10:33 am
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-27 10:33 am
[closed] a man inside a room is shaking hands with other men
Date & Time: Present, early evening
Location: A nondescript building at the heart of New Exsilium.
Characters: Caesar Silverberg, Wayne Malloy, Roslyn Small, Mike Ehrmantraut(?), Luke Skywalker, Munakata Reishi(?), Charlie Cutter, Cockroach Collette and the New Initiative
Summary: A group of Transports meets with the New Initiative to gather intel on the UE in the current timeline.
Warnings: Minor swearing, political intrigue
Notes: To encourage the resolution of this log, there's no posting order. Be considerate to your fellow players, but don't hesitate to tag around them!
Say what you will about this new version of the Initiative - they at least knew how to do the underground rebellion bit right. While Lowell had set up the meeting, Charlie (and presumably no one else) knew any of the details until the day of when a young woman came knocking on his door and rather curtly informed him that he was to follow her if he wanted to do business. Shrugging into his coat, Charlie followed. Any questions he asked along the way were politely, but firmly rebuffed.
Which is how he finds himself being smuggled through the bloody front door a nondescript building in a bustling (relatively speaking) neighborhood of the capitol and into a moderately furnished front room. The Initiative woman leads the way through to a comparatively barren side room, marked for its spartan furnishing of only a large table with a number of chairs. There's a fire crackling away in a fireplace with a bowing mantle, but it's all a bit grim.
The woman doesn't stay - allowing only a simple "Wait here," before sliding away and closing the door behind her. Charlie doesn't take a seat, but rather busies himself with anxiously stoking the fire with the poker laid across the mantle. He should've kept out of this, he thinks.
It isn't long before his associates (not, he reminds himself, partners in crime) arrive in intervals, escorted by similarly tight lipped men and women of various shapes, ages and sizes. Charlie greets the lot of them cheerfully enough - handshakes and easy grins - but once the last of the Transports arrives, he finds himself trying to keep from pacing as the minutes stretch out and no one else - certainly no representative of the New Initiative - enters the room. Finally, he stows the fire iron and takes a seat at the table.
"Well, hopefully they're not planning to make an example of us, eh?"
Location: A nondescript building at the heart of New Exsilium.
Characters: Caesar Silverberg, Wayne Malloy, Roslyn Small, Mike Ehrmantraut(?), Luke Skywalker, Munakata Reishi(?), Charlie Cutter, Cockroach Collette and the New Initiative
Summary: A group of Transports meets with the New Initiative to gather intel on the UE in the current timeline.
Warnings: Minor swearing, political intrigue
Notes: To encourage the resolution of this log, there's no posting order. Be considerate to your fellow players, but don't hesitate to tag around them!
Say what you will about this new version of the Initiative - they at least knew how to do the underground rebellion bit right. While Lowell had set up the meeting, Charlie (and presumably no one else) knew any of the details until the day of when a young woman came knocking on his door and rather curtly informed him that he was to follow her if he wanted to do business. Shrugging into his coat, Charlie followed. Any questions he asked along the way were politely, but firmly rebuffed.
Which is how he finds himself being smuggled through the bloody front door a nondescript building in a bustling (relatively speaking) neighborhood of the capitol and into a moderately furnished front room. The Initiative woman leads the way through to a comparatively barren side room, marked for its spartan furnishing of only a large table with a number of chairs. There's a fire crackling away in a fireplace with a bowing mantle, but it's all a bit grim.
The woman doesn't stay - allowing only a simple "Wait here," before sliding away and closing the door behind her. Charlie doesn't take a seat, but rather busies himself with anxiously stoking the fire with the poker laid across the mantle. He should've kept out of this, he thinks.
It isn't long before his associates (not, he reminds himself, partners in crime) arrive in intervals, escorted by similarly tight lipped men and women of various shapes, ages and sizes. Charlie greets the lot of them cheerfully enough - handshakes and easy grins - but once the last of the Transports arrives, he finds himself trying to keep from pacing as the minutes stretch out and no one else - certainly no representative of the New Initiative - enters the room. Finally, he stows the fire iron and takes a seat at the table.
"Well, hopefully they're not planning to make an example of us, eh?"