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#Post#: 864--------------------------------------------------
New Noise
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 29, 2025, 7:28 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
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save bad paintings[/center]
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[BR]
And so, they were on a schedule. Having a firm start date meant
Regina went back to her own job. It's best not to ask what
happens there, nothing that she's proud of. But where many of
her fellow black suits have day jobs, positions in the
government or at least law enforcement, she's never been given
that much leash. She stays in mirrorshades even past when
everyone else punches out, which, incidentally, is what gives
her the window to excuse herself. She's meeting a deep-cover
asset to get intel for their next big operation. He's odious
enough that she's on her own.[BR][BR]And she's not even going
there. She's never coming back here either.[BR][BR]They check
their phone for the hundredth time, tracking the location of
Lena's Subaru. Nothing so rude as a surreptitiously-planted GPS
tracker, why would she need that when she can hack weather
satellites? Those see the ground just fine. She's on the way,
fine, hopefully she comes straight home because it's COLD. The
agent is wearing a puffy jacket over their white shirt, a week
or two past its last scheduled press. Black jeans are marginally
more appropriate to for the weather, and tucked into 1460s that
are more appropriate still.[BR][BR]She takes a drag off her
cowboy-killer and holds it in, leaning back against a white Jeep
Wrangler with a hard top and rental plates, waiting for her one
and only ally to show up.
#Post#: 867--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Noise
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 29, 2025, 8:40 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
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Lena had taken just a little time to consider whether she was
crazy enough to go ahead with Regina's plan, a few hours really,
mostly in the time space it had taken her to track down the
unfamiliar pattern signature in her vehicle. Very cheeky of the
woman to plant a GPS tracker and she had thought about simply
crushing it to send a message.
But that would have been too blunt a move, and so she had let it
remained, let the mirrorshade have their moment of control. They
likely had very little of it in their existence.
She wasn't entirely certain when the technocrat would re-enter
her life, so she had simply done the most prudent thing, she'd
scheduled a month of time off, spread her workload between her
co-workers, and took her leave. There had been some grumblings
of course, but she took it unpaid...so who could stop her?
She'd been out getting food when she comes home, its a pleasant
little split level in a quiet part of town, out of the way,
unassuming, perfect for someone who didn't want to be found.
When she spies the slim stick of a woman and her white Jeep she
rolls slowly up next to her and rolls down the window, her eyes
searching the womans face.
"I suppose its time then?" She inquires as she looked briefly in
the back seat. "Well you can help me bring in my groceries at
the very least before we get down to business." She'd do up the
window then and roll forward into her driveway, the garage
dutifully opening up to allow it to enter, before she would get
out and open the trunk, to reveal several bags of groceries.
#Post#: 870--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Noise
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 29, 2025, 9:15 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]Great words won't cover ugly actions, good frames won't
save bad paintings[/center]
[center]Fed | Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
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[BR]
"If you're still game." Their brown eyes are wide and earnest.
They kind of know Lena won't back out after having committed to
helping, but it's important to communicate that the door's still
open. That she's stepping into all of this of her own free will.
They drop their cigarette into the little metal tube with the
snap-on lid that smothers it immediately, locks in the scent,
and then they shove off of the jeep with their elbows, snow
dusting the sleeves of their out-of-towner puffer
coat.[BR][BR]She follows Lena on foot as she pulls into the
driveway, keeping a few lazy steps back in wait for the door to
pop so they can help with groceries. "Did that one guy ever show
up again? Uh, one with the knife?" Casual, conversational, like
they're coworkers. Like she isn't going to ruin this nice lady's
life, potentially. Not the intent, never the intent, but it's a
possible price. They'll have to figure it out at the
register.[BR][BR]"Figured we'd take my car. It's a long way to
Vegas and I'd just as soon spare your tires." They don't mention
why they're not just taking a plane. It's really too obvious to
bother with. "And we'll need to make a detour anyway. Just a
quick... y'know, week or two road trip. I brought you a gun too,
in case you don't have your own."
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Re: New Noise
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 29, 2025, 9:30 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
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Lena waited for Regina to step inside of the garage before she
pressed a button on her keychain that brought the door down,
ceiling them off from the cold temporarily. She'd sigh then, her
breath chilling inside the garage despite its protection. She'd
heft two bags and quickly dumb them off on her new 'friend'
before grabbing the last two for herself.
"Who Phillip?" She asks as if there was really any question as
to whom she was referring and nodding. "Oh I had our regularly
scheduled meeting the next morning, poor man, he didn't know
what to say." She shook her head as she started towards the
inner doorway, intent on getting her supplies at least stored in
the fridge before they left for what was apparently Vegas.
"I haven't had need of a gun for sometime." She said as she
looked back at her shadow as she made her way into the kitchen.
It was a tastefully appointed space, closed off from the rest of
the house. With an island in the center and stainless steel
appliances. The space was made brighter and more lifelike with
the presence of a great many plants, some of them hanging above,
while others were pressed up against a large glass sliding door
that led out to a snow filled back yard.
"I suppose it depends on the model you brought me." She offers
with that quickly smile. "I have my preferences after all." She
tilts her head as she opened up the double door fridge and
tossed two of the bags into the bottom of the fridge.
"Do you anticipate we will need any other supplies?" She asks,
as she would gesture for Regina to put the bags onto the kitchen
island.
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Re: New Noise
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 30, 2025, 9:42 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]Great words won't cover ugly actions, good frames won't
save bad paintings[/center]
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[BR]
The agent makes a theatrical 'oof' sound as Lena foists the
groceries upon them, but they've got enough meat on their bones
to manage. Hauling the bags inside, they set them on the island
counter then lean on it, both hands, far enough that they have
to stand on their tiptoes as they watch Lena put everything
away. They do not help, because they don't know where everything
goes. And because Lena didn't ask.[BR][BR]"M9, babby's first
nine mil. Everyone loves a Beretta." She grins, bouncing on the
toes of her Docs. "I have a little G42 backup if that's more
your style, but I sweat all over it all day so I guess that
could be pretty gross." The trials and tribulations of deep
carry. Neither of these guns are produced, either because
they're not on her person or because she thinks that however
cordial they had become, whipping out a pistol in Lena's kitchen
might get her at the very least a dirty look.[BR][BR]They shove
off of the edge of the counter and turn around to check out the
home with an idle-at-best interest. "Well, if you have an icebox
we can take some of the perishables, would suck to have half the
stuff you just bought go bad. Extra undies, a towel, toothbrush,
the usual. It's a roadtrip, honey!" They sound entirely too
mawkish about that.
#Post#: 887--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Noise
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 31, 2025, 7:46 am
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Lena sets to work, moving things into various places in the
fridge or pantry. Shes internally thanking herself for having
bought mostly canned goods or frozen stuff in the last week,
expecting this eventuality. She'd move around Regina, at home in
this space even if it was currently occupied with someone who
was, at best, an acquaintance.
"An M9 hmmm? Not precisely my preference, but close enough." She
muses with that goofy smile on her lips. "I always preferred a
colt myself." She offers that out, almost as if she's daring
Regina to have an opinion on that.
"As for a cooler..." She seems to consider that before snapping
her fingers and heading back towards the garage. After all it
wouldn't hurt to at least have some alternatives to gas station
food or highway side diners. She'd step out of the space for the
moment, leaving the agent free to snoop.
From her position in the kitchen Regina can't see a ton, unlike
alot of modern homes this one is older, and Lena seemed to have
preferred its original interior fittings to a more modern touch.
That means instead of one giant open plan space there is a
dividing wall between the kitchen and the space beyond.
That said, there is no door, and looking out the agent can spy a
dining table, in a dark wood, likely big enough for four, this
is currently covered in papers and books. The walls are covered
with bookshelves, lined with books and little chotskies. The
walls that are visible are painted in a soothing sea green. A
couch is visible as well, and just in the corner of what she can
see without moving forward the mirrorshade can spy what looks
like a drum kit.
Lena returns soon enough, carrying a one handed cooler and a
first aid kit, both of these she puts on the center island and
begins to move towards the opening to the rest of the house.
"Fill the cooler, theres some ice packs in the freezer on the
bottom, pick what you like, I'm going to go find some clothes,
after all...its a roadtrip babe." She smirks just a touch,
before heading out of view.
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Re: New Noise
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 31, 2025, 2:47 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]Great words won't cover ugly actions, good frames won't
save bad paintings[/center]
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[BR]
Regina's nose crinkles at that opinion, perhaps predictably. "A
revolver?" they guess. "If I'd known you were a desperado I
would've brought you a stage gun or something." They make a
motion like a quick-draw, but it's just a finger-gun, and they
'fire' it from the hip, off to the side, then blow 'smoke' off
the barrel and give it a spin before tucking it back into a
nonexistent holster.[BR][BR]After Lena departs to fetch the
cooler, they do not take the opportunity to snoop around,
remaining where they are and drumming their hands on the edge of
the counter in an anxious tattoo. But she does, of course,
notice the drum kit. And she sizes up the couch as best as she
can from her current position as well.[BR][BR]Once the mage
returns with the icebox, she sets about packing it up as
instructed, keeping the coldpacks for last because heat travels
upward you see. Mostly produce, whatever meats and cheeses and
breads are available, salad and sandwiches, classic road trip
picnic stuff that she tells herself they will definitely eat and
they definitely will not just stop for fast food whenever they
get hungry because she's deep into her thirties now and her
metabolism can't handle the grease. This is a lie they tell
theirself often.[BR][BR]"Pack something fancy too! I mean, just
in case we have to go somewhere nice," they call across the
house.
#Post#: 890--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Noise
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 31, 2025, 5:38 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Regina mistakes Lena's choice of handgun for a revolver, and
that actually draws a chuckle from the woman. "Colt makes other
weapons you know." She muses as she stepped out of the room and
disappeared for a few minutes.
When she returns, she is carrying a gym bag sized duffle, and it
is clearly weighed down with at least a few necessities and
clothing options. Lena wasn't particularly worried about
clothing though, there was always a shop along the way, or in
Vegas itself perhaps.
She'd set the duffle down and unzipped it part way. She'd pull
out a pistol then, this weapon set into a shoulder rig she'd
clearly not used in a while. "Colt 1911, rechambered to fire 38
super instead of the traditional 9mm." She said as she laid the
rig on the the counter, letting Reggie examine it if she wanted
too.
She'd take a moment to consider what lay within the ice box, and
move to add a few more things of her own, throwing in some trail
mix and a healthy sampling of what looks like home made jerky.
"Are we leaving immediately?" She inquires as she closes up the
cooler and sets it aside.
#Post#: 891--------------------------------------------------
Re: New Noise
DIR By: calliamity
Date: January 31, 2025, 5:57 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]Great words won't cover ugly actions, good frames won't
save bad paintings[/center]
[center]Fed | Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
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[BR]
They look at the weapon then back up to Lena, clarifying the
nonverbal invitation before they start playing with the iron.
Their first action is to drop the magazine and pull back the
slide to ensure there isn't anything in the chamber. Then they
work the action a couple times and reset the hammer with their
offhand, since the beavertail safety is too persnickety to use
her thumb. She slides the mag back in without racking it, then
she replaces the weapon in its holster.[BR][BR]"I'd let you play
with mine, but I guess it's nothing you haven't seen before."
The Protector, still concealed on her presumably - they hadn't
removed the puffer jacket after entering. And who could even
guess where the tiny Glock they'd mentioned earlier is? Who
would want to.[BR][BR]They let out a soft sigh at the question,
more because they're thinking it over than because they're
exasperated by it. "Prob'ly for the best if we do, but if you'd
prefer to wait for morning I think I could fit on your couch."
One last little tap-a-tap on the counter and they shove off to
step closer, looking down at Lena's face in search of eye
contact from their lofty six foot height. "If that's... cool
with you, I mean. They shouldn't miss me for another two or
three days anyways."
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Re: New Noise
DIR By: Mother_Hydra
Date: January 31, 2025, 6:24 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/19FhIldip6oG-KbhWMoUYUm5MrNLlintHuCuOrMJRWOc/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
[float=right
max=45%][img]
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Regina and her six feet of height come to stand before Lena, and
having to look up at the other woman Lena for once wished when
she'd left that she'd acquired a better body, sometimes being
average height was just plain annoying, like when she had to
look up like some child.
She didn't let this show of course, even if she did
subconsciously cross her arms and shake her head. "No, if you
only have seventy two hours at best we had best get as far from
your last known position as possible. "Are you aware of any
tracking devices on your person? Perhaps something a little more
subtle than what you'd placed in my vehicle?"
Theres a hint of that quirky smile that crosses her lips at
that.
"I could check, or at least attempt too, I might be able to
sense any disruption in your pattern that indicates
augmentations that you might be unaware of."
She tilts her head at that last bit, one brow raised as she
waited to see how the agent reacted.
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