[August 11, 2020. 0400 EST. Presumably Jonathon did go back to work sometime after catching some sleep and such.] [He's now at his office, doing some sort of work thing probably] [Start] * Jonathon types up the remains of his latest report. Because he's thorough like that. He checks the picture he got of the jolly green giant and smiles. Yes, he's a freak. * Jonathon's phone rings! * Jonathon picks up his phone. "Marlyne here. Talk to me." [Jonathon hear's a familar sounding female voice (perception check, mind) hearing helps.] "Hi!" (Should I invite dicey in here?) (Yes. ^^;) -herring.sandwich.net:@#sabphone- Grysar invited Dicesuke into channel #sabphone. * Dicesuke has joined #sabphone 2d8 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Jonathon (2d8) and gets 2, a CRITICAL SUCCESS!!! "I love the smell of a crit in the morning." (^_^_v) [It probably isn't who Jonathon hoped, as he's damn sure it's Prudence.] * Jonathon winces slightly at the sound but still manages to sound perky. "Well, Miss Kinsha. What can I do for you?" [She's listening to AC-DC in the background, sounds like she's in a workshop.] You can show me how your camera works. I'll make it worth your while. How...worth my while? Well, I assume you wouldn't want me to directly alter anything you've created, right? What are you talking about? * Jonathon smiles. "I assure you, it's a fairly ordinary camera. I don't know why people think it's so special." * Prudence sighs slightly. "Aww, don't tell me you've got magical powers then, that'd be no fun." I won't tell you what I've got. I assure you though that I do my own work, however. You still haven't answered my question. How would it be worth my while? * Prudence then perks up substantially, which is saying something. "Oh good, I so hoped you did. Well, don't know if I could do any reporting info type stuff for you, but I could certainly get you a new toy, or provide parts and plans for customizing an existing one." Yet the PK organization is still going to be the forerunner against us I presume? We've got nothing against you, we just wanted to try out Hector's light intrusion mode. If we actually pulled it off would be great advertising, not everyday a job offer like that falls in my lap. Yes, but...the crown jewels? I mean really now. It's so cliche. Might as well try for the Yank's Brooklyn Bridge. * Prudence snickers. "Funny you should say that. Cause you see... hmm.. wait, I'm offering information without getting anything in return." Don't tell me you're actually thinking of stealing the bloody Brooklyn Bridge. Frankly, you can have it. Out of our jurisdiciton." No, you see... dang, I'm doing it again. Look, you want info, give me something, if not, consider my offer and post word somewhere if you want to take me up on it. * Jonathon smiles and leans back in his chair, adjusting the phone. "I'll consider the deal, but I really don't know what you have to offer. Frankly the demonstration I saw wasn't all too impressive. Though I've been thinking of building a holo transmitter myself. Seems like it wouldn't have quite so many uses anyhow." * Prudence snorts angrily for a moment. "If that blasted cybergirl hadn't messed with my poor Hector's head, things would have gone rather differently. But yeah, holotransmitters I got." * Jonathon smiles slightly. "Well now...how much do you know about Miss Ellison?" * Prudence pauses for a moment. "Not half as much as I intend to, although I'll be doing more research on my own. Perhaps we could swap later." That would be a consideration. Is there any other compensation you would like other than my camera? What else you got? Those laser tripwires by the elevators yours? (Prudence asks that) That's one example, yes. They're more caltrops design actually. * Jonathon smiles. "Consider me a bit of a history buff." Neat! That's the real fun of going for the cliche goal, get to see some of the best of what you may be up against. Anyways, I've got more repairs and medical work for poor Hector, figure out what the holoprojector is worth to you and give me a call later. * Jonathon smiles. "If you think that's my best...very well then. The number?" * Prudence rattles off a number. "I'll look forward to it, cutie." * Jonathon smiles at that and slips his hand into his pocket. "Likewise." He clicks the phone off and lets out a breath. "Bloody annoying girl." [Half hour later... Jonathon's phone rings again.] * Jonathon picks the phone up and clicks it on, leaning back in his chair and sticking his hand in his pocket again. "Marlyne here. Talk to me." * There's a bemused sounding female voice on the other end of the line. "It's me. Nice response, professional and yet cool, without trying too hard to be cool." * Jonathon smiles more. "I'm always professional." This a safe line to talk on? Absolutely. And I presume you've been safe as well so far? Few enough problems, and those were probably just me being paranoid, probably. * Jonathon chuckles and smiles into the phone. "So you finally admit that, do you?" * Mael lightens her tone a bit. "Well, I can hope, but that doesn't mean I'll be letting my guard down." Now now, you wouldn't be the storm mistress we all know and loathe if you did. [Jonathon can hear a bit of slightly higher pitched speech in the background, hard to hear though as it's probably at least half a meter from the reciever/] * Mael briefly sounds actually amused. "Well, I've got to keep up appearances." She then settles to her more dour tone "Anyways, when would you like to do this?" When would be good for you? I'm fairly flexible if I'm not on the call. The work is going fairly smoothly right now. [Background voice is sounding a bit more persistant, still hard to hear.] Perhaps the day after tomorrow? * Jonathon chuckles slightly. "Perhaps. Is there anyone I should invite? Oh, and say cheerio to Magnie for me." * Mael turns over to Magnie. "He says cheerio, now stop being a pest." She then speaks back into the phone at normal volume. "She keeps asking for that other one who came to visit. You know who she's talking about?" Other one? When? Does she mean the guy with the messy hair? * Mael relays the question. Apparently. He check out? ::Mael turns away again:: No I don't think you have the best judgment in these matters.. aww, don't cry, damn it. Little help Manic! Well, depends on what you mean by "check out." I don't care for his tactics much if that's what you mean...but I suppose... * Mael sighs. "Well, Magnie seems to want both of you there." You hear a guy's voice in the background, and then Magnie again, sounding chipper again. They both go farther away. I can give him a call I suppose... * Jonathon frowns slightly. Yes actually frowns. And drops his voice. "Does she know about her other friend?" * Mael pauses for a moment. "Who? Oh.. the Irish guy..." She then drops her voice. "She's mentioned him some too, I'd been fairly hesitant to follow up on that, as he sounded alright, but sounded like he was trained to be likable. Did something happen to him?" * Jonathon speaks as evenly as he can. "He's dead." * Mael lets out a slow breath and it sounds like she just sat down. "Because of us?" I'm... I never thought of that possibility. There's not a direct link, no, but if things are more complex than they seem... * Mael hesitates briefly before speaking again. "Yeah, I know how it is. I hope you find who did it, maybe he was just the government's friendly face, but he did help keep Magnie from going over the edge before we got to her." Yes. So, day after tomorrow then? Shall I call up Ren? That's his name? I suppose so, just make sure he can be discrete. I'll call you then with a location. Is there anything else you'd like me to bring? Anything you'd like to ask? * Mael actually briefly sounds embarrassed. "I.. uh.. it might be easier if you brought the food. None of us are good cooks, and while Manic and Magnie are trying to learn, I, wouldn't want to trust our meal to them just yet." * Jonathon chuckles slightly. "Very well. Any preference?" * Mael drops to her normal tone. "Oh, most anything would be fine, you're probably wiser about these things than I am, just be sure to hold the sleeping draughts and the digestable homing devices." You can quite tell from her tone of voice whether that last comment was a joke. ('can't quite tell' rather) * Jonathon smiles slightly. "Oh of course not. Whatever do you think of me. I was planning on disolving the homing device in the WINE. What do you take me for, honestly?" * Mael's tone lightens a bit. "Well, I didn't want to lose my status as you're most loathed storm mistress." She then sighs and drops her tone again. "Suppose I should be going to break that news to Magnie." I hope she's not too upset by it. I rather like the girl. Of course you do, I wouldn't let you near her otherwise. But thanks for the well wishes, and good bye. Cheerio. I'll see you soon then, shall I? Yes, I shall look forward to it. *click* Phew..okay. Have to schedule with Jex for when we could do it [End, as log marker]