Geometric Archipelago:Gangs of Octagon Island/Chapter 05

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Note: This log is still in IRC format, and may be awkward to read as a result.

Chapter Five: Getting info in a... SQUIRREL!

<Interstate-5> ---BEGIN SESSION---

<Interstate-5> Our heroes find themselves in the amazingly desirable position of a completely split party, with Brellius on the ground, Ascii on the roof, and Kanzel still somewhere in the building!

Kanzel, just inside the first floor stairwell entrance, hears the conversation in the lobby and ducks back into the stairs.

Kanzel peers into the lobby for anyone suspisious.

<Interstate-5> No one suspicious here. Everyone's busy at work.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii lounges on the roof for a few minutes, enjoying the rare moment of solitude.

Kanzel strolls out of the building like a boss.

<Interstate-5> Kanzel: You find yourself outside on the street with Brellius.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii then barges down the stairs, his armor clattering like an epeleptic mariachi's maracas as he descends to the bottom floor.

<Interstate-5> Everyone stares at Ascii barges onto the bottom floor. The same man who kicked Brellius out gapes slightly.

<Interstate-5> "Uh... you aren't allowed in here, I don't think..."

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii, clad in scary-looking full-body platemail and toting a mace and shield, tries not to look *too* intimidating. "Sorry, just passing through. Nice place you got here." He tromps outside.

<Interstate-5> You are all soon reunited out on the street.

<Capn_Ascii> "Well, that was a bust. I don't suppose either of you found anything?"

<Brellius> "Nope."

<Kanzel> "I've found out that the security guard doesn't stop you if you walk like you run the place.. Other than that, no."

<Capn_Ascii> "What guard?"

<Kanzel> "the one that stopped both of you."

<Kanzel> "Or, tried to"

<Capn_Ascii> "Oh, that guy? Hell, he looked like he was afraid I was going to stomp on him."

<Capn_Ascii> "So...uh. What now?" He idly scratches between his shoulder-plates with his mace.

<Brellius> "To the bar?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Dunno. How late is it?

<Interstate-5> It's still in the mid-afternoon, though you imagine it'll get late soon, or that it's likely close enough to move the plot along.

<Capn_Ascii> "Good enough for me. Let's head back to the square; we'll pick up any stuff you guys think you need, then hit the bar. For, uh, you know. Clues."

Kanzel shrugs.

<Brellius> "More ice cream, perhaps?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Anywho. To the square!" Ascii points the way and leads on again.

Brellius tags along

Kanzel follows

<Interstate-5> You find yourselves in the teeming Commercial Square.

<Capn_Ascii> "Man, I'm starving. I wonder if the bar serves any dinner that's worth a damn?"

<Brellius> "We've got the money for it, so I'm sure they do."

<Capn_Ascii> "It's not a question of money, it's a question of food that doesn't taste like jerky."

<Capn_Ascii> He blinks, then checks his coinpurse. "Oh, right. I guess it's both, in my case."

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii sighs forlornly. "Maybe I can at least afford a beer. Anybody need anything before we go get hammered?"

<Kanzel> "A hammer?"

<Brellius> "I've got some coins to spare for our drinks."

<Capn_Ascii> "Do you really need a hammer? Or are you just being faecetious?"

<Kanzel> "Both, I guess."

<Capn_Ascii> "Okay, fine. Go pick one up at a vedor and we'll go to the bar when you're done."

Kanzel wanders off

<Interstate-5> Kanzel: You find yourself in front of Adam's Hardware Store.

<Kanzel> "Well, at least now I know where it is."

Kanzel goes back to find the bar Ascii and Bre went into

<Interstate-5> Kanzel: Ascii and Brellius are standing in front of the Rainbow Squirrel Tavern, right where you left them. You realize you were only actually gone about two minutes, and only went across the street and over a couple of fronts.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii glares at Kanzel. " hammer, huh?"

<Kanzel> "Meh."

<Capn_Ascii> "Alright, let's go." He leads the way into the building, giving both the outside and the inside a good looking-over.

<Interstate-5> The Rainbow Squirrel Tavern seems to be much your traditional tavern: Bar back and center, another door in the back left corner, dartboard in the back right corner, a few eating tables scattered around, as well as what appear to be a handful of gaming tables. Pretty much everything is moderately crowded, there are people of every type and wearing every color, including the staff, who seem to

<Interstate-5> be wearing silvery coats or dresses that reflect all of the colors.

<Interstate-5> There is ample space for you to take a seat at a table, or at the bar, however.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii makes for a table that's relatively near some green-types - near enough to eavesdrop, not quite close enough to draw attention.

<Interstate-5> Ascii decides to play it super-cautiously and choose a table about 3 tables away -- you can *just* barely hear them if you listen hard enough. Maybe.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii facepalms. "Why did I choose this one?" His armor rattles as he does this. "...oh, yeah."

<Interstate-5> One of the waitresses walks up to you. "What's your pleasure?" she asks, in a slightly bored tone.

<Capn_Ascii> "What have you got that's relatively easy on the wallet?"

<Capn_Ascii> "Er. Food, I mean."

<Brellius> "Relax, I can pay for it this time."

<Interstate-5> "Well, tonight's rib special night. 3 gold for a heaping stack. And of course, the Rainbow Squirrel exclusive, for 12 silver, as always."

<Kanzel> "I'll take an order of ribs with a straight virgin aftershock on the rocks with a twist."

<Interstate-5> The waitress blinks and writes it down, frowning a bit. She looks at the other two members of the group expectantly.

<Capn_Ascii> "Uh...what's the exclusive?"

<Interstate-5> "It's a Rainbow Squirrel. Trapped fresh this morning. Or the day before."

<Capn_Ascii> "Wait, there's actual rainbow squirrels?"

<Interstate-5> "If neither of those interest you, the menu's posted in the back."

<Interstate-5> "And... yes, certainly."

<Interstate-5> "Chances are that whatever you want, if it's some sort of meat-like thing, we have it."

<Capn_Ascii> "Well, hell, I'm all for new things. I'll try a squirrel."

<Interstate-5> The waitress nods. "And you?" she asks Brellius.

<Brellius> "I'll have an order of ribs AND one of those squirrels. And a glass of water, please."

<Interstate-5> "Can do," she nodded, scribbling on her pad a bit, then notices something. "Anything to drink for you?" she asks Ascii.

<Capn_Ascii> "Ale."

<Interstate-5> She nods and scribbles. "Got it. Back soon with your drinks," she informs the group, wandering off.

<Interstate-5> A minute or so later, the drinks arrive. "Here you go," she says, handing them out. "Careful with that," she informs Kanzel, winking at her.

Kanzel sips at it. "Thanks."

<Interstate-5> She smiles and walks off, swinging her hips as she goes.

<Interstate-5> The lemonade is super-sour, Kanzel, but otherwise tastes fine.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii watches the waitress leave with great interest. Then he takes a swig of the ale. Good for what ales you, heh heh.

<Interstate-5> You find there are people milling all about. You can probably try to do pretty much anything while waiting for food. Or, you can just wait.

Brellius drinks some water. Exciting!

Kanzel attempts to eavestrop on the conversations surrounding her.

<Interstate-5> Kanzel: The most interesting conversation seems to be between a couple of people wearing Yellow:

<Interstate-5> "So, did you see 46th street?"

<Interstate-5> "Yeah... that was tough, man. I heard Jimmy switched over to Green."

<Interstate-5> "That *bleep*!"

<Interstate-5> "No wonder we lost that whole road, right?"

<Interstate-5> "Oh, they'll wish they hadn't gotten it. Trust me, Rico... we had some stuff set up for just such an occasion. Heh heh."

<Interstate-5> "Okay, Mort. You'd better be right, though. Here's to the Union," Rico raises his glass. Mort nods, they clink glasses, and the conversation loses interest.

Kanzel keeps her ears open listening for more details of use.

<Interstate-5> You hear a gray-haired lady dressed in green talking to a man dressed in black. "Look, Eric, we can't keep having these delays. You know better."

<Interstate-5> "I know, but... security at the office is tight, ma'am, it's not as simple as you organized people seem to think it is."

<Interstate-5> "We're getting tired of your excuses. If you want the money, you'd better produce. I want them in my facility by midnight, Eric."

<Interstate-5> "You realize I'm already off-shift, right?"

<Interstate-5> "I don't care. Do it. You know what will happen if you don't."

<Interstate-5> Eric sighs. "Right, right, I'll be there, somehow. Just don't complain if the office alarms go off."

<Interstate-5> "That's not my problem, Eric."

<Interstate-5> "Yeah... I know... you'll have the material. You should probably leave before you're seen with me and people get suspicious."

<Interstate-5> The woman nods and gets up, walking over to the next table, which is full of people in green.

Kanzel listens for others.

<Interstate-5> Kanzel turns her ears to a group in the corner: a pair of girls in purple. One of them is crying a bit. "I didn't think it would be like this. I don't want to..."

<Interstate-5> The other girl shakes her head. "What's done is done. Just deal. Besides... tomorrow will be fun."

<Interstate-5> "But... I don't want 'fun'... not that way."

<Interstate-5> The other girl frowns. "Eh, first bite is always a bit scary. You'll get used to it. Eventually."

<Interstate-5> "I... I doubt it."

<Interstate-5> "Look, don't worry, okay? I'll be here the whole time, sis. You'll learn. Eventually."

<Interstate-5> At this point, the conversation drops to below audible levels (at least, from your location)

<Interstate-5> Also at this point, your food arrives!

<Interstate-5> The ribs are indeed heaping platters, that the waitress drops in front of Brellius and Kanzel. She drops small plates with a few lumps of meat in front of Ascii and Brellius.

Kanzel nibbles

Brellius starts in on his plate of squirrel meat

<Interstate-5> It looks yummy... SQUIRREL!

<Capn_Ascii> "Hmm...I'm going to need more than this. Waitress! Get me some ribs, if you would please."

<Capn_Ascii> In the meantime, he forks down the squirrel bits.

<Interstate-5> The waitress laughs. "Okay, coming up."

<Interstate-5> A few minutes later, the ribs appear.

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii licks his lips, puts on a rib bib, and proceeds to chow down.

<Interstate-5> Kanzel: Yum, yum, yum. That meal went down really nice.

<Interstate-5> Ascii: You're not entirely sure the squirrel was a smart choice, but overall, when you finish, you feel pretty good.

<Capn_Ascii> "Buuuuuurp."

Brellius devours his ribs after finishing off the squirrel, and then gulps down the rest of his glass of water.

<Interstate-5> Brellius: YUM!

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii guzzles his ale while he lets this fine repast digest. "So, anyone see or hear anything interesting so far?"

<Brellius> "Not really, but I tasted some good stuff."

Kanzel relays what she heard, finishing with "..But I'm not sure what to make of any of it. Except for that last one."

<Capn_Ascii> "What's the last one mean?"

<Kanzel> "The werewolves. That one was fairly obvious."

<Capn_Ascii> "I'm sure it was, for those of us who heard it." Ascii grumbles. "That second one...Eric made mention of an office. Sounds like he might work for Circle Industries. We might want to check their records for someone by that name, especially since he seems to be colluding with Green."

<Kanzel> "Well, I told you what they said, so it's kinda like you heard it."

<Capn_Ascii> "I know that, I'm just postulating."

<Capn_Ascii> "I wonder what happened on 46th street?"

<Capn_Ascii> "That Eric guy mentioned something about midnight tonight. I say we try and follow him and see what it is that Green wants so badly so quickly.

<Capn_Ascii> "But until he leaves...ale!" He guzzles down the rest of his drink.

Kanzel sips at her lemonade

<Capn_Ascii> Ascii keeps an eye on the bar patrons, Eric in particular, and keeps an ear out for any possible plot-relevant stuff that might happen in the meantime.

<Interstate-5> After about half an hour, Eric gets up to leave. You notice, however, that the lady he was talking to hasn't left, and has in fact been keeping an eye on Eric. Not obviously, but she does glance there occasionally.

<Capn_Ascii> "Shoot, what do we do? Follow him, or watch her? O.o"

Kanzel get up and goes into the bathroom "Go outside after a while and try to follow." She then heads to the bathroom, turns invisible, jumps out the window and runs around to the front of the building waiting for Eric.

<Interstate-5> ---END SESSION---