Zed
Rogue Chimp
Denver - Various
PM August 14th 2072
@All
It�s another late afternoon in the sprawl, and it�s shaping up to be about as exciting as watching educational trid. Your commlink chimes in to let you know your rent is due, and you begin to wonder why you�re sitting
in your doss doing jack shit when there�s money to be made in the streets of Denver. You�ve been working your contacts for a solid week, asking them to keep an ear to the ground and find you some work before you get kicked out into the street. If you keep calling, they�re going to quit answering. There are limits after all. No one wants to be compared to a needy ex, and that�s what�s
going to happen if you ring your buddies one more time. But still, no dice?
As if in answer to your prayers, your commlink notifies you of an incoming call.
You almost connect before the first ring is finished, but discipline yourself to wait until at least the third. Then you put your game face on, and answer.
Your image link reveals the face of an attractive Asian woman, her skin like
porcelain and her eyes like ice. This definitely isn�t one of your contacts, but
neither does she look like your typical Johnson. Her shoulder length hair cascades in short, tight dreads. The collar of her leather jacket is upturned and raises high to her jaw, concealing the entire nape of her neck. Her voice, smooth as the silk of her hypercolor tank top, greets your ears.
�I hope I didn�t catch you at a bad time. My name is Ms. Johnson, and I have some business I�d like to discuss. Let�s meet for dinner, my treat.� She pauses just a moment, and then adds, �Do you like rattlesnake?"
After she rings off you puzzle for a while on her comment then realise the Rattlesnake is actually a Grill at 2455 W Dartmouth Ave (Denver). With a few hours to kill before you get there you have a chance to do some digging.
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PM August 14th 2072
@All
It�s another late afternoon in the sprawl, and it�s shaping up to be about as exciting as watching educational trid. Your commlink chimes in to let you know your rent is due, and you begin to wonder why you�re sitting
in your doss doing jack shit when there�s money to be made in the streets of Denver. You�ve been working your contacts for a solid week, asking them to keep an ear to the ground and find you some work before you get kicked out into the street. If you keep calling, they�re going to quit answering. There are limits after all. No one wants to be compared to a needy ex, and that�s what�s
going to happen if you ring your buddies one more time. But still, no dice?
As if in answer to your prayers, your commlink notifies you of an incoming call.
You almost connect before the first ring is finished, but discipline yourself to wait until at least the third. Then you put your game face on, and answer.
Your image link reveals the face of an attractive Asian woman, her skin like
porcelain and her eyes like ice. This definitely isn�t one of your contacts, but
neither does she look like your typical Johnson. Her shoulder length hair cascades in short, tight dreads. The collar of her leather jacket is upturned and raises high to her jaw, concealing the entire nape of her neck. Her voice, smooth as the silk of her hypercolor tank top, greets your ears.
�I hope I didn�t catch you at a bad time. My name is Ms. Johnson, and I have some business I�d like to discuss. Let�s meet for dinner, my treat.� She pauses just a moment, and then adds, �Do you like rattlesnake?"
After she rings off you puzzle for a while on her comment then realise the Rattlesnake is actually a Grill at 2455 W Dartmouth Ave (Denver). With a few hours to kill before you get there you have a chance to do some digging.
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