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| >A light hangs from the ceiling, ancient, broken and hanging by a string, paying its occasional tribute to its brethren's task, to wash the Pitstop to Hell, with its poster-covered walls and littered main room, in a pale blue light. The building is populated, as always, but with an unusually small crowd. The crowd is gathered, as it always is, around two of the side rooms, talking and laughing. Occasionally, one walks away with a newly-acquired gun, or piece of equipment.

| >Then, enters a young woman. A Cat Boomer, evidently, with olive skin and brilliant red hair painted purple by the lights above. Behind her is a small pomeranian, perfectly spherical and made, save for the pink bow adorning its head, entirely of snow. She looks to the crowds, then moves to the other side of the large space that used to be the bar known as KR4K-3N.

| >There, in the second-largest room in the building, stands the old KR4K-3N, the bar that served those living in the Tellurium Hills area before the flood came along, has moved there. Aside from her and the pomeranian, there are four people in the bar.

| >First is the tender himself, a man in his late forties who, even fifteen years later, has not lost the San Fran spirit Tellurium Hills' techno-playboys were notorious for. He cleans the inside of a glass, watching the three other patrons- two men and a young woman with a fiery-red ponytail -argue over something.

| >Janeiro smiles at her fellow redhead, though the latter doesn't notice her, and strides over to a seat at the counter, far away from the Cordis Die team's squabble. Her pomeranian hops up on the stool next to her and sneezes, little snowflakes flying out of its mouth and nose to fill the air.

| >Soon after a tall, young man walks in, dressed in a winter long coat and carrying all sorts of technical equipment. He spots Janiero and walks up to her.
"Hey, whats up?"

| "Yo." >She turns around to face CN. Despite the chill outside, she's wearing a black jacket with yellow stripes on the sleeves, opened to reveal the tank top underneath, emblazoned with a stylized robin.

"Honestly, not much. I've just had a lot of free time and got bored."

| "Hmm...well alright then. At least we'll be able to relax with our vacation plans around the corner. I'm excited for the beach."

| "Oh, yeah, the beach! I'm pretty hyped for that... Gonna have to buy a new swimsuit though. Old one's a bit too small and I'm honestly kind of shocked." >She giggles.
"Anyway, you gonna take a seat or what?"

| "Oh right sure."
>CN seats down next to Janiero
"I think I have the opposite problem, all this running around lately probably has made me lose a little weight. But whatever, honestly I'm just excited about having a fun time with Jia."

| "Psht. Lucky son of a bitch."
>She bursts into laughter.
"I've been stuck at Lily's Place with my own thoughts for a while. Kind of, uh, taken to sleeping to while away the days, since I don't get that many chances to talk to Aster these days. You wanna switch?"

| "While that sounds appealing I think I'm gonna have to say no."
>He chuckles
"Things are too busy in the safe house to just leave it alone. Plus you know just cause you help out there doesn't mean you have to be that 24/7 you know."

| "Yeah, but... You know, someone like those kids..." >She sighs.

"Plus, I kinda like it there, when Aster's around. Actually, even when he isn't, but a little more when he's there."

| "Hmm... well maybe we can talk to some of the team in the IRC so we can do shifts. That way some of the time you can be with the kids but also be in the bar when you want to."

| "No, no, it's fine. I'm going to try and stop by the motel more often though. Gotta introduce the snow pomeranian to everyone. Get a name for it too."

| "You haven't picked a name yet? How about something like Snowball? Maybe thats a little be too on the nose."
>CN crosses his arms as he thinks

| "Snowball is pretty fucking generic too. I want this dog to have a name worthy of it. I mean, come on, talking snow pomeranian." >The snowpom, which had left its stool a little while ago, jumps up onto Janeiro's lap.

| >>51881
"I mean you know I'm not that good at games. I still call my experimental deck the 'Protodeck' cause I can't think of something good for it."

| (*names not games)

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| "...NERD." >She lightly punches CN on the shoulder.
"Seriously though, I'm not too concerned. If anything, someone in the IRC is going to give it some fucking stupid name and it'll just stick."

| >>51995
"Boy isn't that the truth... I'm not sure how people take us seriously with a name like the DynamoFucks... hell I don't know how *I* take it seriously."

| "I like the name, myself." >Janeiro shrugs, then produces a scrunchie from her pocket.
"Mostly because a stuck-up VeriaTech exec saying "Dynamofucks" never gets old."

| "Huh, that's actually a good point. I wonder if they have to write it in their reports and stuff too... I wonder if there's some middle management guy that works for them that's get a kick out of it."