Martin picked the Interface up off the table and attached it to his wrist.
After a second or two of admiring his new gadget, he tapped the power button…
And nothing happened.
He tapped it again, and was rewarded with the same result.
“Well, hate to break it to ya, JimmyBob (seein’ as you’ve been such a gracious host and all), but this thing seems to be a bit…well…”
Martin took the device off his arm and put it back on the table.
“Broken.”
“Wha? Hmm, I guess my stock is a little old. Lemme take a quick look.”
JimmyBob takes the device and tinkers with it for a moment.
“Hmm… come on back with me, I’ll see if I can’t find another working one.”
“I might have business with them.”
The man turns to Normek and says “Alright, then I’ll be sure to take you to the back once you’re all finished with JimmyBob. Are you all ready to conduct more… official business?”
“Sure thing.” Martin said as he got up off the bar-stool and followed JimmyBob into the back room.
“I’m all done…for now.”
OOC: Were you going for Sirtay or Dezmek? I asked about the tactical visor.
OOC: I was asking you, Sirtay.
OOC: Awesome, no problem.
IC: I’m fine with that; I stay silent, but nod. Turning to face the other customers, I ask a pointed question. “Would somebody like to inform me if they have a job for me?”
The dead silence in the room is interrupted by a man in khakis, a workcoat, and makeshift armor rushing through the doors.
“Sorry I’m late.” The new arrival says. “Where’s Sirtay Almay?”
I don’t usually like to waste any time, and this situation is no exception. I turn immediately, though I take a moment to eye the new arrival, looking at his dusty work coat and overall mangy appearance.
“Come, friend”, I say with no small amount of derision, “Would you like to sit down and chat logistics with me? And yes, I’m Sirtay. Glad that you somehow found me out here.”
I motion toward the far end of the bar.
The new arrival hastily sits down.
“Oh, good. I was worried you’d have gotten tired of waiting and left. We should discuss this at resistance HQ, there isn’t much time if we’re gonna succeed.”
“Well then” I say, slowly and with great emphasis. "I can’t hide that I’m… very curious. Is there any need to waste any more time in this dump. I gesture toward all of the other customers.
OOC: Are we staying in the bar? What’s the plan?
“Good, let’s head out. Follow me.”
The young soldier quickly gets up and leaves with Sirtay.
OOC: Conversations that the other players don’t get to see are handled via PM.
As I leave the bar, I whisper a terse message to the bartender. “Good luck getting out of here someday. And thanks for the drink.”
OOC: Ah, thanks. Did I end up getting the tactical visor from Jimmy? Not sure if we were clear on that or not.
OOC: Yep, be sure to update your character sheet. Technically, the bartender is in the back room right now, so I’m pretending that this happened just before he went back with Martin.
Speaking of that, JimmyBob now exits the back room with Martin.
“There ya go, I hope that’s satisfactory enough for ya.”
OOC: Sorry about that. I’m still figuring this out.
OOC: No worries, mate.
Daruth followed the man into the.
“So what’s up?”
After hearing the man mention Relic Hunters, Dezmek gets up and says “You’re with the Relic Hunters? Mind if I come along?”