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(Setting) The Alabaster Mongoose.
| The gold is always precious.
| >A man walks in, with his slightly charred suit, taking a seat at the bar.
"Hey 'tender, a double please."
| >>210634
"Of course, coming right up."
>The tender says after a setting his overly cleaned glass down. He takes a quick few seconds to set it up and places it with a light clink on the counter.
"Anything else I can get for ya, mate?"
| "Some painkillers and a pack of smokes. I can smoke in here, right?"
>The guy places down a cred stick, on it, marked in masking tape, '1000z'.
"This is for the night."
| >>210641
"Yeah, patrons are free to smoke."
>The Bartender steps away, reaching under the counter for the additional items before bringing them back over and setting them by the glass he'd set. Pack of smokes, white/gold colored matchbook then painkillers on top.
>He bows his head a little accepting the cred stick.
"Thank you for your patronage, Sir. If there is anything else I can do for you, please let me know."
| "Thanks."
>He takes the painkillers, swallowing them and chasing them with some of his drink.
"Breakfast of champions."
>He takes the matchbook and smokes, and lights himself one.
| >>210659
"It's a common one at that, in this city. Amongst the augments, mercenaries, etc. Everyone seems to need one of the three at some point in a day, y'know?"
>He takes a look at the man's suit, before going back to his glass polishing, at this point.
"What brings you into our den today, Sir?"
>He asks, looking to begin some conversation.
| "Yeah? Well, I need all three at once."
>The guy sighs, drinking some of his drink to prove his point.
"I just came off a shift at the La Lune. I just needed a break from all the cheeriness. I probably need to grab a fresh suit before my next shift..."
| >>210666
>"I get you, mate. Hell, to be honest maybe I need to visit and try and perk up my spirits a bit there."
>He looks the suit over again, nodding in thought.
"Yeah, a new suit would probably be a good idea."
| >>210934
"Yeah. You know anyone reliable? I also need to grab some gloves."
>The guy rolls up one sleeve, and begins to roll the other one, before stopping and unrolling both.
| >A woman wearing a black zip-up hoodie and some black jeans, as well as a peculiar Fuschia colored Fedora walks into the bar. She is also wearing her hood, covering her clearly power-armored head. She looked small but thick, as if she could have been wearing a whole suit of power armor under the hoodie.
>She began to observe the place, and found a place to sit at the bar. She opened a slot of her helmet revealing a metallic Lilim mouth.
"Could a girl get a drink?"
>She smiled.
| >A fellow wearing a very recognizable mask with three red glowing stripes enters the bar, clunking is heard beneath their mantle
>Sitting at the bar, a very loud and boisterous modified voice can be heard
"Can a man get somethin' to drink?"
| >Fuschia Fedora turned to Falschen.
"I guess this bar supports equal rights then, since they're refusing to serve us both, equally!"
>She spoke in a different sort of manner than the last time they met, but she quickly mouthed silently to him: 'I'm investigating, on a mission'.
| "EY 'tender, Imma step outside for some fresher air. This place got me choked."
>The guy downs the rest of his painkillers, chasing it with the rest of his drink, he gets up from the stool, and begins heading towards the exit while smoking.
| >>210935
"I'd recommend Gigolo's. It's in Uptown, but it's a real classy joint. Might be able to get a fire proof one too."
>The tender smiled lightly.
| (Fuck i'm so sorry guys i'm pretty busy for a Sunday Q_Q)
| >>211257 >>211298
"Sorry about that. Welcome to the Alabaster Mongoose. What can I get for you both. I'll have it up in a jiffy."
>The bartender forced a smile as he puts down the glass he was cleaning, welcoming the new patrons.
| >>211317
"Its okay, I wasn't trying to be too rude. I'll take a Gut Punch, if you don't mind."
>She smiled through the mouth gap in her helmet.
"What's your name, Bartender?"
| >>211322
"I get ya. Just lost in thought today. Pretty busy week for me, you could say."
>He looked away as he set up the settings for the machine.
"I go by Jackson. It's my last name. I don't like my first name at all so yeah."
>He smirked as he spoke before setting the glass down in front of her.
"And what can I call you, miss...?"
| "F. Call me F."
>She grabbed her drink and took a sip. She then looked up at the man.
"So, Jackson, how's being a bartender? I bet you have some pretty crazy stories huh?"
| >>211309
>The guy comes back from his fresh air break, taking g a seat at the bar, as further as possible from the 2 new arrivals.
| >>211335
"F. Nice and mysterious. I like it."
>He smirks, brushing some of his hair back. He almost looked more like he belonged in a host club instead of bartending.
"Crazy stories huh... Well, about 2 weeks ago we had a patron trying to fight The Mongoose Statue, thinking it was shit talking his blown out augments. Had to get my fri-... Err, our bouncer of sorts to get him outta here."
| >Falschen laughs and slaps his knee
"Fightin' a statue, what a riot fella! Can ya give me a whisky?"
>He says to the tender before turning to FF
"Funny meetin' ya here F, how's life going?"
| >>211353
>Jackson chuckled a little before he nodded, getting the straight drink ready and set in front of the other man.
"I was surprised at how personal tilt must have sounded to the patron."
| >>211352
>F laughed and smiled as she drank the rest of her Gut Punch.
"Man, your friends must have had a handful to deal with. I gotta see this Mongoose Statue! Where is it at, if I can ask?"
| >She looked at Falschen out of the corner of her eye while laughing.
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
>She said as she smiled, and looked at her Datajack in her right vambrace on her armor, before quickly opening up a private message line to Falschen and typing him a message:
'I'm on a mission. Don't blow this for me.'
| >>211387
"Your mask must be clouding your vision, F. It's the center piece of the entire room."
>He gestured over to it, the polished, shining Mongoose sitting proud, despite the awkward room arrangement that had to be established for it. The statue itself seemed similar to the build of a real Mongoose.
"The owner tells us all it's true, 100% Ivory too. I gotta say it's an interesting piece regardless."
| >>211393
"Ivory? Where can Ivory even be found anymore, that's crazy!"
>She got up out of her chair and walked over to the statue, smiling as she observed the thing.
"Dude, this thing is beautiful. Why did the guy want to fight it again? Something was going on with his augments, is that what you said?"
>She turned back to Jackson.
| >>211390
>Falschen just smiles beneath his mask and goes back to his drink
"Ivory eh? I carved some mighty fine Ivory back in my old days, when I was an apprentice"
| >>211394
"The owner is an odd guy. Currently out on business at the moment. The kind of person you could actually expect finding something as crazy as this item."
>He looked over, resting his chin in a hand.
"And yeah, he blew some circuitry in his arm. He's an electrician by trade. Guess he got some wires crossed while testing voltages and shorted himself. Gotta get repairs for it now. Things almost useless though."
| >>211395
>Taking a quick glance at Fal, he looked surprised.
"That so, huh? Never really looked into it too much myself."
| >>211404
>Fal laughs
"Yeah, its pretty easy to carve, if you have the right tools of course, here"
>He picks up a small box from his mantle, opening it and revealing a small ivory blade, in the form of a teeth, it seems a bit crude and old but otherwise its a beatiful piece.
"I keep it on me, as a momento, and to show-off"
>You can feel the smugness in their voice
| >>211338
>The guy holds out his hand to try and get the bartender's attention, not mentioning a word.
>"I better get the hell out of dodge, but not before I get my drink on..."
| >>211771
>A hand slams into your arm, and in front of your face Fal is looking straight at you, you know the expression beneath that mask is a vicious smile, evident from her way of talking.
"Yaa, I didnt get to hear your name now did I fella! C'mon mate lets have a few drinks thats what bars are for amirite!"
| >>211778
"It's Johnson, and I have to get going soon. Can't spend my money here, when I need to buy work clothes."
>Johnson gives you the cold shoulder, but all the well knows that his bar tab is already payed well ahead.
| >>211793
>Fal does a small 'HoHo' sound
"Well that's a shame mister Johnson, what happened to yer old clothes? No wait, dont answer that. "
>The lines on the mask grow dimmer
"And remember this: I despise liars"
>They let go of your arms, the mask returning to normal and their voice booming again
"Sorry about that, you reminded me of someone, and I thought you were avoiding me, just a streak of bad luck for ol' Fal"
>They laugh before going back to their drink
| "I won't lie now. I am avoiding you because you annoy me. Now stay away."
>The guy finished his second drink, swallowing the pain that come with those words, for it hurt him to say them. He begins heading for the exit.
| >>211771
>Jackson walks over, taking note of the situation, but disregards it for the time being, preferring to do his job than question anything.
"Another double, I take it, or do you wanna spice it up?"
| (Ope, just forget my post then >_>)
| >Falschen smiles underneath the mask
"Liar, ehehe"
>She mumbles
"Tender, give me more whisky, this stuff is good"
| (No, I Can make this work.)
>>211810
>Jackson came too late, as Johnson waves at him.
"I'll come back later. Keep the money for a later tab, take it for yourself, I don't care."
| >>211816
>Jackson shoots a finger gun out as Johnson leaves.
"You got it, buddy. Thanks for coming in!"
>>211815
"You got it, my man. Whiskey is a solid classic drink that can be enjoyed in so many ways."
>Jackson brings up a new glass, filling it on up and setting it down.
"You're pretty reliable though, what's got you paying visit to the Mongoose, stranger?"
>He says to Falschen.
| >>211823
>Fal chuckles
"Dunno, I was bored, and I spent the last few nights drinking shitty beer, so I thought I would come in and get skme good old spirits"
>He start to drink, the mask opening up to allow mouth access
"Plus I heard quite a few good rumors"
| >>211828
"I get ya."
>He nods thoughtfully.
"Beer is nice every once in a while but there's just something comforting about classic spirits, truly.
>His gaze focuses at the mention of rumours.
"If you're willing to tell, go for it. Bartenders thrive on this kind of thing. Almost a secondhand business, heh."
| >Fal smiles under the mask, not that you can see it
"Nothin' much, my old man liked the place, thought I'd give it a look see"
| >>211402
>F turned back to the Bartender.
"You ever find out what happened to the guy? Sounds like a problem I may be able to help, I know an augment surgeon that ths guy could go to."
>She walks back over to the bar.
"Another Gut Punch as well, please."
| >>212090
"If you're wanting to bring up rumours and not talk about them, then that's fine, I guess."
>>212275
>He prepped the Gut Punch before answering. You notice this one is now a Large.
"The cute ones get extra on me."
>He winked as he slid it forward. Jackson steps back a little, leaning on the back counter.
"Hell, who knows. Probably broke paying for his repairs, is hiding from his tab here, or his Loan Sharks got to him. It's a three-way toss up, or it's all three options."
| >Loud car engine revving sound grows outside. It keeps going for about a minute and then stops.
>Another couple minutes later, a tall, blond boy in a yellow business suit enters the bar. Lit cigarette in his mouth somehow makes smug expression on his face even more unbearable, than it already is.
>He starts walking towards the counter, in a deliberately slow manner.
| >Loud car engine revving sound grows outside. It keeps going for about a minute and then stops.
>Another couple minutes later, a tall, blond boy in a yellow business suit enters the bar. Lit cigarette in his mouth somehow makes smug expression on his face even more unbearable, than it already is.
>He starts walking towards the counter, in a deliberately slow manner.
| >>212313
>Taking a quick but seemingly passing glance at the new person entering the bar, F looks back at Jackson.
"If the cute ones get extra, why aren't you pouring yourself some, handsome?"
>She smiles and takes a big gulp of the drink, taking a second to take it in.
"Mmm...You make good drinks. Did you know that? I refuse to drink any more and spend any more money until you make yourself a drink Jackson!"
>She is behaving as if she is somewhat intoxicated.
| >>212483
>Behind the blond boi, shows up a man in full military kit, giving a light tap on the blond's shoulder.
"Mr. King?"
| >>212598
>King stopped and turned his head to look at the man.
"Mmyeh?" >He asked, cigarette still in his mouth.
| "I'm Tale. I'm a employee of the former John Doe. He wasn't a man to leave lose ends. I came here to personally deliver blueprints for a project he was doing for you."
>Tale holds out a Data drive out. On it. Are multiple designs of various railgun based weapons to be used from fighters to prototype designs for planet sized ships.
| >>212624
>King took his cigarette out of his mouth as air temperature around him suddenly dropped significantly.
"I see. — >He said in a flat voice.
— Unfortunately, I don't have any means to secure such an asset properly right now."
>He spread his hands, making a point that he is alone.
"If you were to deliver the drive to our HQ, I would be really grateful."
>Boy looked over Tale's equipment.
"You are clearly better equipped for that than I am."
| "I see. But I can't wrong a dead man, I was told to hand deliver only to you, so I will wait in your office in the HQ."
>Tale salutes King and begins walking towards the door.
| "You would be better off just coming tomorrow. Around 2 p.m., thats when I have dinner break."
>King put his cigarette back, and air temperature returned to normal.
"I'll tell Albert to get some tea ready by that time."
>He waved back to the man, parodying Tale's salute in a way, and finally walked up to the counter.
>>212313
"Big Sugar Rush, if you would be so kind. On the rocks."
| >Tale hears none of it, as he is already running to the HQ. All the VTOLs are occupied, and his team is dealing with the gang war.
| >>212648
>A fresh Sugar Rush, Large over Ice slid it's way to King. Jackson took a glance, taking note of the loud outfit, giving a small smirk before turning his attention back to F.
>>212578
"Y'know, I've not had my break at all yet. How about we talk out back while I smoke a bit."
>He stated while the mixer ran for a Marsblast, before he left to head in the back. A few moments later, Jacksom returned with a black-motif'd lilim wearing a similar outfit to relieve him.
| >The mixer stopped and he pulled his drink and grabbed a leather jacket from underneath the counter. Stepping around, he gestured to F for a side exit and extended his arm out, willing to escort her.
| >Falschen isnt there anymore, a credstick lies where they were before along with a note that says
'Thanks, my old man was right, I'll be back'
| >>212742
>F smiled and pounded the rest of her Gut Punch before following Jackson out the back, into the alleyway.
"Smoke break, eh? You have augmented lungs, or the money to cure lung cancer?"
>She chuckled as she observed her surroundings quickly.
| >>213425
>The back alley way looked about like any other. Dimly lit thanks to the overhead light for the back exit. Various fire escapes were around, garbage bins etc.
"It makes me look cool."
>He smirked as he took his first drink of his Marsblast. He proceeded to set his drink down and pull his pack. His thumb tip on his right hand flicked from his hand revealing a lighter function he used to light up with.
"How about you, F?"
>he asked, shaking the pack gently toward her.
| >>213432
>F waved her hand.
"Nope. I think the hat makes me look cool enough, thanks."
>She sat down on a stair near the door.
"How long have you worked here? Have you had guys like that one before come in and freak out?"
| >>213447
>He smiles and shrugs
"Good, they'll kill ya if you're not careful."
>He takes another drink and puts his pack away and takes a long drag, the red ember still lighting his face up more in the dim lighting.
"Been here for 5 years. I was originally in college playing guitar and majoring in some music degree. Load of good it did me when I lost my dominant arm in an accident."
| >He muses a little.
"It's kinda rare here. Typically no one wants to get too hammered out of respect for the statue, since everyone doesn't want the "100% Ivory" price tag to be real."
| >>213549
>F laughs a little and smiles.
"I'm a Lilim under this helmet honey, I can clean my air filters for much cheaper than you could clean your lungs."
>She then looked up at him.
"Alright, I have a question and I'm gonna be up front about it."
>She stood up and pulled up her right hoodie sleeve to reveal a fully power armoured glove and arm, with a compartment for a Datajack. She hit a few buttons and pulled up a hologram.
>It was the video Hakase sent. The man and the girls.
| >She played it for Jackson.
"This man was here a few nights ago. Is he the one that freaked out, and if so, have you seen those girls before?"
| >His right hand instinctively flexed, tightening into a fist upon seeing the video, his Marsblast shattering in his hand. He looks away after the first watch.
"Y'know... I was really hoping you were actually just here to have a nice chat with me."
>He took a drag of his cigarette, going all through the rest of it, discarding it and stamping it after.
"That ain't the drunkard who was yelling at our statue. That's my friend Scott. He worked here."
| >Jackson sighed deeply, shaking his head.
"And yeah, I saw them. The Black Bob cut girl, specifically. She was talking to me while the other was with Scott."
>He kept facing away, you could hear the anger in his voice.
"I overheard their conversation a little. The gasmask chick mentioned they were friends with his little sister. They wanted to buy her a gift because her birthday was coming up."
>His voice breaks a little at the mention.
"Fucking GCPD ain't doing nothing about it."
| >A little girl dressed in frilly pastels peeks in before walking in nervously, she keeps on looking around
| >She begins to speak
"Umm, I think, I might be lost."
| >>214585 >>214623
>The Lilim at the Bar Counter looked at the girl, cocking her head slightly before walking from behind the bar, approaching slowly.
"Hello, little girl. You say you are lost?"
>Just as she approaches, she stops a few places away, before crouching down, legs kept together, weight testing on her heels.
"My name is Genevieve. This is a bar called The Alabastor Mongoose."
| "Then, that means-
>She is pointing in various directions while she speaks
-I missed where I was sposed to go by-
>She counts with her hands
-seven blocks..."
>She tears up a bit
| >A Pink, tiny plush floats into the bar. it turns around a few times, before suddenly speaking
"Beer!"
| >The child watches the pink plush and slowly starts to follow it
| >The plush girl notices she's being followed and tries to *slowly* float away, eventually she gets tired and just rests herself on the child's head
"Beer!"
| >The child reaches up and tries to hold onto the plush
| >The plushdoll swirms helplessly, until eventually she accepts her fate
"Hug!"
| >A man in a thick dark brown trench coat with a high, fluffy collar walks in, brushing his short hair as he looks around the establishment. He drops a burnt out cigarette behind him as he closes the door and approaches the bar table, taking an open stool.
"A gut punch," >He says to the tender. His eyes stray to the pink fluffy thing and the small child for a moment- he grins discreetly, then turns back toward the tender themself.
| >The child holds the plush above her head, smiling
| >The plush girl turns her head and frozen expression at the bartender
"How many times do i gotta ask for a beer!"
>She looks back down at her captor
"Why aren't you a cutie~"
| >Johnson returns, and sees the child, the plush, and the dude in the trench coat.
"This all seems like a set up for a joke."
>He takes a stool next to the Trenchy boi
"'Tender, one double gut punch, and 3 bottles of Vodka to go. Please."
| >The child looks up at the plush
"And you are really fluffy."
>She smiles more and gives the plush a little squeeze
| "Ah! don't squeeze so hard, i-i'm ticklish!"
>The plush doll starts laughing uncontrollably
| >The child puts the plush back on her head then procedes to struggle to climb up a bar stool, once she is up, sitting on her knees, she places the plush onto the bar's counter
| >The plushdoll sits up, and bows to the child
"Thanks you for releasing me"
>She proceeds to brush off her dress and walk towards the nearest set of napkins
| >The girl watches the plush intently
| >She picks up the napkin and starts munching into it.... After a while she holds it up, revealing paper heart!
| >The child puts her hands together and shows an open mouth smile
| >The smol plush walks over to the child and places the heart down. She then leaps at her chest and tries to burrow her down her pastel and pop her head out cutely
| Asfvbjrs
| >The girl picks up the napkin heart and slips it in behind the plush, outlining it with the heart
| >>214289
>F put her hand on Jackson's shoulder.
"I know the GCPD isn't doing anything. That's why I'm here. I'm sorry that I wasn't honest with you up front, but we have reason to believe your friend is in danger and we are going to do everything we can to try and save him."
>She looked down to look into his eyes, before taking off her hood and revealing the fuschia-colored fedora she wears on top of a like-colored stolen White Knight helmet.
| "My name is Fuschia Fedora of the Justice Wardrobe. I'm here to help, but I need your help too. I need you to tell me every detail you remember from that night, and also about Scott, and anybody who might have had any grudges against him or any reason to bring him harm. Did he owe anybody money, or have a lot of enemies? Any and every detail you give me could help us track him down and find him. Please, Jackson, we need to act quickly. Time is of the essence."
| >>214678 >>214690
>Genevieve had taken her place back behind the bar with a silent poise and began setting up for two Gut Punches; one regular, one double while keeping an eye on the small girl.
"Welcome to the Alabaster Mongoose. I am Genevieve."
She spoke aloud to the counter as the two Gut Punches finished. Notable Lilim enthusiasts would point out her Current Gen Voice Module having a distinct refinement to it, like a proper maid. (1/2)
| >She stepped over to the two men with their alcohol, setting each one in front of the correct patron. She nodded to both of them. Before crouching down underneath the counter, procuring three bottles of Vodka for Johnson and set them forward by his drink.
"Please, let me know if I may get anything else for you both. I aim to please my patrons."
| >>214816 >>214845
>Genevieve then pulls her attention back to the plush and child, walking over. She set up a beer to run before speaking to them.
"Little Girl, do you have a name?"(2/2)
| >>214867
"You're already too late to save Scott. GCPD confirmed he was dead and I'm setting up to take his Little Sister into my care. But I know you'll also say I can save other lives if I tell you."
>Jackson leans against a wall, holding his right forearm, fighting himself over tears.
"I'll give you the info if you promise me one thing..."
| >The plushdoll speaks up
"An i'm Tsuya!"
| >>214879
>Fuschia Fedora sighed and punched the wall when she heard that Scott was already dead, but then she looked back up at Jackson.
"What do you need me to promise Jackson?"
| >>214930
"I come with you."
>He said, his face entirely serious at this point. He rubbed an eye for a moment before speaking again.
"I /need/ to see this through too in that case. Scott was a friend of mine, he was setting up for school, he was gonna do it big for him and his little sister as a prosecutor for the city."
>Jackson shakes his head
"I need to see those two actually pay for what they did."
| >>214897
"Alannah and Tsuya, hmm?"
>Genevieve smiled gently to them.
"Where were you heading, Alannah? This place sounds pretty far from here."
| >>214942
"E-excuse me?!"
>She looks up, flustered.
"B...but...Look, I can't just take any guy off the street with me to..."
>She stops for a moment, before sighing heavily.
"Do you have combat training? Hand to hand? I don't go around killing people, that isn't what a hero does. Injuring, sure, but no killing unless absolutely necessary. The goal is to apprehend them and make sure they are punished for what they do and that they can't do it again. I don't murder unless I have to."
| >>214960
"I have years of military CQC and firearms training thanks to my grandpa. He was in the military back in his day and had a solid record of 200 P.O.Ws recovered. I'm not his level as he told me not to pursue it due to the declining state of morality in the government. Also, I'm not even all flesh either."
>He pulled up his slacks a little after crouching down revealing his robotics.
"All three of my limbs have surprises of their own too."
| >He stood back up looking directly at F.
"I can help. Sure I'm not as crazy advanced, but you're still going against 2 murderers by yourself, and I can't let that happen; when it wasn't your problem to begin with."
| >>214995
"This is my job. I took up hero vigilanteism specifically to help people, not to get help. Besides, I can handle myself."
>She scoffed a little when he said that he 'couldn't let it happen', but she relaxed.
"Look, if you want to come along you can. But you have to give me your word that you won't kill anybody. A true CQC expert doesn't need to kill in order to disable."
>She smiled, somewhat devilishly.
"Just because I don't need help doesn't mean I won't gladly take it."
| "I just need to know you won't go AWOL and put a cap in these girls' heads the minute you see them. If wd can interrogate them we may be able to see who they work for, and possibly connect the dots to stop this business for good."
| >>215014
>Jackson stared for a few moments at her, he looked slightly relieved, but still seemed uneasy before he finally sighed.
"Fine. I won't kill them outright unless its necessary."
>He trailed off for a second, considering something
"I'll get into my personal details my robotics later. We can meet up here in the daytime before opening to discuss some stuff later on to continue then, alright partner?"
>Jackson's right arm lifted up, making a fist as he winke at her.
| (Winked*l
| >>215034
>Fuschia chuckled a little before pounding Jackson's fist.
"Yeah. Sure, 'Partner'."
>She couldn't help but laugh at that statement.
"I'm sorry, I just...I am going to be honest with you, the way you said that was just...heheh..."
>She smiled.
"Yeah, you can find me on danger/u/. I spoof my phone numbers so I don't have a solid, reliable way to contact me besides that. Reach out to me and I will reply."
>She then gave him a credstick.
"Thanks for the drinks, and the time."
| >Jackson kept his smile as he pulled away again, scratching the back of his head.
"Well, I mean.... it sounded alright in my head, but it's probably stupid outloud, y'know?"
>He nodded in mild embarrassment before confirming.
"Like I said, come by in the daytime. Ring the buzzer on the front door. I live upstairs. We can hash out the details then, about what I saw."
| >At the mention of getting ahold of F, he snapped his fingers, reaching into a pocket and giving a business card.
>Ashley F. Jackson
>Alabaster Bartender
>689-XXX-XXX
"Here. This is my contact info. So you can call me. Uhh, for this case or something obviously."
>Jackson looked away for a moment.
"Or you know, if you're not busy..."
>He mumbled under his breath, before turning back and accepting the credstick.
| "Yeah, I've spent more than enough time on break. I'd better make sure Genevieve is okay in there. She's still new."
| >>215095
"Do you remember the name of the place, little sweetie?"
>Genevieve bends over a little to make similar eye contact.
| >>215158
"No, they just gave me an address, they were nice, they also called me cute when they saw me."
>She smiles widely
| >>215160
"Then what's the Address, sweetie?"
>Genevieve returns the smile, not as wide but it is definitely heart-warming.
| >>215155
>Fuschia Fedora smirked widely and took the card.
"Well, thanks for the contact info, I appreciate it. That'll make it easier for me to contact you."
>She then turned around and started to walk away.
"And Jackson?"
>She turns around quickly.
"I wouldn't mind...chatting with you sometime either."
>She chuckled a little and clicked her faceplate back over her metallic mouth, before walking away from the back, and away from the bar.
(And FF leaves the scene. Good session :)
| >>215163
"Uhhhh."
>She checks the few pockets on her pastel clothes before tearing up again
"I-
>She sniffs
-I lost it."
| >>215174
>As FF leaves a figure observes from the rooftops
"Well, well aint that interesting"
>The large figure whispers, playing with an ivory knife
"Guess this trip wasnt worthless after-all, but I think I'll let the fedora gal deal with it"
>Falschen says, getting up and leaving
| >>215174
>Jackson watched her walk away, nearly speechless. He eventually smacked himself to come backto reality and shook his head.
"She's something else, surely. She didn't even bring up my first name!"
>He smiled softly before he finally walked back into the bar, ready for his shift to continue.
| (And yeah, it was good! ^_^)
| >>215175
"Ooooh, there there sweetie."
>Genevieve reached out and gave the small girl head pats.
"Do you have an I.D.? Any phone numbers you know?"
| >Genevieve frowned.
"Okay sweetie, it's okay. Just one more question for now, but how old are you?"
>She notices her coworker Jackson step inside from his break, but turns her attention back to Alannah.
| >Blond boy in yellow business suit kept silent all the while, sipping his drink and thinking something to himself.
>Finally the scene with the small girl, as well as the bartender coming back, catched his attention.
>He turned his head towards Jackson.
"'Keep, this ain't gonna work out, — >Teenager made a wide gesture in the direction of the Alannah and Genevieve,
— Can you make something sweet for the young lady? I'll pay."
| >Johnson puts all the bottles away in to his suit jacket, where they disappear into. He sips his drink, enjoying it.
| >>215231
>Jackson's attention went straight to it, nodding as well.
"I agree. Apologies for any disruption, Genevieve hasn't had a chance to deal with 'random children' entering.
>Jackson immediately went about setting some vanilla yogurt, milk, ice, strawberries, blueberries and a half of banana into a blender, a swift mix ran through before the fresh smoothie was ready.
| >He set it immediately between Genevieve and Allanah.
"Can you take her to the Manager's Office?" -Jackson
>Genevieve nods stepping around the counter and holding a hand out to Allanah.
"Here, let's hear somewhere more cozy and you can enjoy this smoothie in some peace" >Genevieve said to Allanah
| (Head*)
| >>215262
>Teenager just shrugged.
"This is a bar, not a nursing home, — >He replied, finishing his drink,
— at least this much disruption is only natural. And I need some anyway."
>He put his empty glass on the counter.
"Can I get a big Blue Fairy? On the rocks and strong, please."
| >>215312
>Blond boy raised his brow.
"Sure."
>He reached into his jacket's chest pocket, and took out a simple black pack of cigarettes, without any markings. He took one out and offered to the man.
"Here you go. They are rather girly though, might not suit your taste if you're into strong stuff."
| >Johnson takes the cigarette, and puts it in his breast pocket, patting it.
"As long as it keeps the nicotine withdraw at bay. Speaking of withdrawal, I got to go."
>Johnson finishes his drink, and leaves behind a cred stick, with a small tip, as he heads for the door.
| >>215308
>Jackson brought himself behind the counter again to take his spot.
"Well, I mean Nursing Homes are for the old. Semantics aside though, i'm not about to throw a long kid out that looks like she's about to start crying."
>He began running his mixer for a large Blue Fairy, going hard on the karmotrine and setting it on ice.
"So, Golden Child anything else bring you in besides a drink? Oh, by the way can I see some ID, you're pretty youthful."
| (A lost kid*)
| >Tsuya shouts
"Bad touch Bad touch!"
| >>216536
"Tsuya, please. If you're worried, go with them. ... Or are you wanting one?"
Jackson said, a small smirk on his lips.
>>216539
Genevieve grabbed hold of the Smoothie for Alannah, acting surprised.
"Wow, you're really brave for your age! Here, let's get away from these annoying boys, shall we girls?"
>She held her hand out for Alannah.
| >>216564
>Genevieve smiles warmly as she leads Alannah upstairs to the Manager's Office
>It's a decent sized room with a small red couch, table, television, desk, chairs, mini-fridge, a window to look out over the bar that had its blinds closed.
>She sat on the couch, holding out the smoothie for Alannah.
"Do you know what district you live in? Or your parents' names?"
>She asked with a soothing tone to her voice.
| "I don't know."
>She sniffs once more
| >>216508
>Teenager smirked
"You already served me a drink and *now* you are asking for an ID?"
>He took out an ID card from the same pocket on his chest and slid it across the counter.
"I'm just, well, having a day off. I had a rather bad day at work, and it looks like all the following days will be just as shitty as this one. You need some distraction once in a while, you know."
|
| >>216812
"Hey, power of boners and all that, not gonna lie."
>Jackson says, making sure to check the ID this time.
"I figured I was safe. Most kids coming in don't know what they want off the bat or stutter heavily."
>He hands it back, setting the Blue Fairy in front of King.
"I get ya. Week's been pretty interesting here and I'm due for a proper day off myself."
|
| >>216647
>The child goes over to the window overlooking the bar and peeks through it
(If the id is different, I changed devices.)
| >>214875
>It goes without saying that the trenchcoat man raised the gut punch in a salute to Genevieve before downing the drink. He also watched the smol child and sentient plush disappear with the maid up to the manager's office.
| >>217089
"Alannah, is something wrong?"
>Genevieve spoke to her, walking over and crouching to The Girl's height to look out of the same peek hole.
| >>217158
>She brings two of the nearby chairs near the window and opens the blinds a bit so you could see down into the Bar
"I agree."
>She sat the smoothie on the window sill for Alannah to have at her place and sat in one of the two chairs.
"What do you like about watching people?"
| >>217168
>She sips the smoothie then stands on the chair to get a better look
"People act different when they think different people watch them."
"Its not fun if they know I'm watching or they act like I am."
| >>217190
"Where did you learn that, little sweetie? It's surprised for someone your age to be taught that."
>Genevieve says, looking down over the bar herself from here.
| >>217525
"I was told not to tell anyone, but after someone told me about this everything else got boring."
| >>217616
"Someone? Was it someone you live with by chance?"
>Genevieve sighed a little. She'd not really been around kids.
"Look, Alannah, I need you to tell me everything you can about yourself so we can get you back to whoever must be missing you right now."
>She said, sitting forward a little when she asked, looking at Alannah.
| >>217754
>Genevieve was taken aback a little. She wasn't expecting that sort of answer.
"Do you think you can explain why, sweetie?"
>She cocked her head to the side as she asked, wanting to understand the small child.
| >She sighed in some relief at the answer.
"I see, Alannah. You may not think it now, but sometimes boring is better for you. Especially in this city."
>Genevieve spoke aloud to the child.
"Just so I'm aware of where you come from, do you remember what the place was called?"
| >>217795
"I don't think it has a name, its weird there anyways, atleast there was people who always stopped by to show me good places to watch people."
>Her eyes are back to the scene below
| >>217827
"I see. Tell me, Alannah, who seems the most interesting to watch down there?"
>Genevieve looked down herself.
"Also, your vocabulary is very good for a 5 year old. Who taught you to speak like this?"
| >>218491
"Everyone is fun to watch."
>She glances at the smoothie she barely touched but looked back to the scene below
"I would get in trouble if I didn't speak right."
| >>218603
"So I am correct to assume that you were taught by the people you lived with - The boring ones? Did your parents leave you there or have you always been there? I'd like to understand your situation better."
>Genevieve asked
| >Tsuya speaks up, still comfy
"What kind of fun things? Could we do some of them here?!"
| >>218903
"All the people watching stuff, sometimes they take me to their cool hideout and give me food and let me take naps, they are really nice."
| >>218937
>While Alannah and Tsuya spoke, Genevieve gave her a close look over, memorizing the girl's physical features and details.
| "Whoa really? you should totally take me te to visit them sometime!"
>tsuya beamed with excitement
| >>220687
"Would you like to stay with me tonight? I don't want to leave you on the street when Jackson and I leave tonight."
>Genevieve asked. She looked at the smoothie for a moment that had barely been touched.
"Was this not to your liking, Alannah?"
| >>225906
"Okay!"
>She smiles
>>228650
"Will you show me cool things if I come with you? The smoothie was alright, I was just more interested in this."
| >>228861
"Well. I don't know if I have or know any cool things, but I would at least like to give you a nice bed to sleep in."
>Genevieve smiled gently, taking a hand to give the small girl a headpat.
"And I see. I will tell Jackson his smoothies are only okay to tease him."
| >>228861
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| >The Alabaster Mongoose sits, a waiting its patrons with an interesting statue in the middle of the venue, quite frankly taking that name. An older faded white seems to be the main decor now, as a heavy air presses into the bar for regulars.
>The head bartender polishes a glass, his gaze unfocused as he just attempts to do something to occupy his mind in between orders.