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As Vito reached out to lay his hand on the bar door, Caden reached out and placed his hand on Vito's shoulder. "That mask of yours ain't too friendly like. Why don't you hang back a bit, I'll see what I can fish out." Before entering the establishment Caden took one final look around him. At the bold building. At the filthy, filmy buildings around it, commercial enterprises which were not able to tap into the vice of its citizens as effectively as the building sanctioned to sell mind-bending drink and body-poisoning smoke to its citizens by legal mandate. He knew from reconnaissance that Norkotia allowed the use of morphine for medical reasons . . . and what a short leap it was from totally justifiable to completely illegitimate, when it came to highly addictive painkilling substances. If they struck out here, they would have to crack open some medical records and follow up on patients who received morphine and the like for their treatments. Thoughts for another time – Caden pushed the door open and shouldered his way through the crowds to the bar setup against the distant wall. From there, nursing a drink that he barely sipped, Caden let his eyes wander about, first becoming acclimated to the movements of the crowd and then picking out the anomalies and outliers. It took Caden a little less than an hour to find the information he was looking for – to target the person around which a certain class of people seemed to pivot. Once he targeted the individual Caden posted himself up in a seat nearby, ordering drink after drink after drink . . . whose alcoholic content he neutralized once inside of his body, to keep a clear head, and lower the guard of anyone watching him imbibe spirits as if they were water. Over time Caden insinuated himself closer, and began including 'the man' on his drink orders. At the top of the hour, Caden managed to sneak in a request for something a little harder than drink. The dealer was interested, had a good feeling about this one, nodded down the hall with the single word: 'bathroom'. On arriving in the bathroom the first thing Caden did was open the window and whistle; innocuous on its own, but the pattern was a signal to Vito and, if needed, Floki. Then he set himself up behind the door, so when the dealer entered, Caden had the door closed and locked before anything else could happen. "Oh yeah, I been meaning to ask you." Suddenly his words were crystal clear, and his balance supreme. "I still want to buy you out, but what I want the most is uh, to find out where you get your stuff to begin with. Maybe you can help a fella out?"

So just at the moment we're writing out the scenes we talked about skipping, since we basically already wrote out what would happen Do we want to skip with my post or stay the course?

Welcoming our newest addition to R&D - HERB, Caius! @SweetCyanide

It certainly is traditionally but at this point it’s been a week, and we’re only two days from the weekend which is a no-post zone for yourself. So maybe you can go up by / before Friday?

Murder Mystery - new Netflix OC staring Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston Having been turned off by Sandler IP for a while, after liking the first few ones initially, I put this on just to see what’s what and was surprised by how funny it was. The plot won’t blow you out of the water but the characters are believable (enough) and the casually delivered extemporaneous (seeming) jokes found their mark on me. I had several laugh out loud moments Personally, 7/10

Potential employers can come by to play some games and enjoy some live music while scoping out potential bloodthirsty mercenaries and surgical assassins to hire?

Dali has botanical expertise and has involvement in Qrill, Misral so are likely to be involved

This is more word play than pun (I think . . .) but I have a Metireal ("material") family and the first names of the members are all some kind of metal or alloy. I so far have Steel, Cadmium and Rhenium

It wasn't just a practical decision, or else she'd have gotten rid of the stage and moved everyone within speaking distance. In keeping the stage and placing the speakers atop it, Rozharon proves herself a fan of the dramatic. As that awesome fool who magicians worship might say, it appears comedy transcends the human; tis divine. The thoughts amused him, as they must. To a vulgar audience the extended metaphor and cultural references were vague shadows, but to a sophisticated mind his wit could be described as nothing short of effulgent. And was his not such a mind? So then, he was helpless but to be amused. When he sat, after bowing to Hildebrand and Mythal (accompanied by verbal recognition to account for the Lord's blindness), nodding to Karradeen and Uldwar, and smiling politely at Singlance, it was with a smile curling the ends of his lips. Ampelos undoes the clasp of his cloak. Removes his gloves, folding them and laying them flat on the table beside him. He leaves the supplied writing utensils alone and rests an envelope with a slim stack of papers squarely before him, not quite as thin as Milorian's but a mere adolescent compared to Singlance's fully matured ream. He spares a passing glance about him, taking individual note of the gathered audience, nodding to the various Dali members claiming their seat among the others, representatives for each of the various branches, including his own. Expertise promised depth but not breadth, so Dali baked the latter into the former by diversifying their panel; what a Moontraveler might glean from a sentence could differ wildly from a Titansinger, and each remain as valuable as the other. He is delighted to see that others are armed, as he was. A promise of security was no less and no more than just that, and while Rozharon was impressive and her children must equally be so, Merida was quietly spirited away right under their noses. These beings, he knew, had limits, and Ampelos refused to be one of Veluriyam's rounding errors. The papers were mostly legal documents. Sanitized memorandums and transactional documents, both repudiation and nonrepudiation disclaimers, non-disclosure agreements, things of that nature. The agenda for what Ampelos wished to convey on behalf of Dali was in a bulleted list and kept entirely in his head. Item one towered over the others and read simply: no more kings. "Music and no drink? What a somber affair this must be."

I'm perennially interested in the movies that my fellow roleplayers end up checking out and liking The premise of the thread is that the movie you'll drop here is one you've recently seen, not that it's a new movie or one of your favorites. If you saw Casablance years ago and it was your favorite, that doesn't go here. If you saw it last week, it does So what's on your screens?

It’s as Tyler says!

The plan as I understood it (not to say I’m inflexible to changes) is that you’d move south and punch from the inside

Dropping a reminder for @ElvenSeeker Also @The Rabbit Emperor can go now and Elven come in after

I know it was just the weekend but the spreadsheet wants what it wants @Dolor Aeternum

"I like your fire Vito." He nodded, in full agreement with both the man's work ethic and his proposed target. In addition to being a port city, a hub of commerce and a center of trade, a greasy cover for the flurry of vermin toiling underneath, Arkholm had a touch of the strange to it. As he understood it, closer to the Norkotia's bigger cities, magic struggled. Caden had abilities he intended to put into full use when it came to carving out their little handhold here, so that mattered. Moreover, the native's immersion in the occult necessitated abandoning the puritanical roots of traditional Norkotian culture – in this realm drugs were not merely for recreation, but a lens through which one could see wider and further than one could with the naked eyed. "For right now we can go together. Like I said we're partner. I want them to remember your, err . . . 'face', as much has mine. But if you want to stay in the shadows that's damn fine with me." The first thing they needed to do was find a street level dealer, so that they could bump him out of the way and hijack his connections. Caden's various lines of inquiry eventually led them to a combination nightclub and bar. Vices tended to run in herds; where there was drinking, there was bound to be smoking, and where there was smoking the chances of snorting powder and swallowing pills raised accordingly. "Just gotta make like a customer and get one of them alone."