[October 13, 2020. ~345 GMT] [Maggie and Jason get to SAB HQ. They avoid the cops because they're 90+ CP characters who are reasonably competent.] (Go being illegal!) (We are?) (So she says) (By some standards of reasonable) [Eckerd meets them in SAB's lobby. She's got a cup of tea in one hand.] [Start] I've consulted Mi-5 assets and confirmed that Katherine Andrews and Ben Carmichael both left England for Okinawa, Japan on the evening of the 11th. * Marguerite rubs the back of her neck. "Great." * Jason lights a cigarette. "Yeah, what she said. So do we need to call her or what?" * Eckerd takes a sip of tea. "Your choice. I've got our people covering up your search, so that won't be a problem for now. And Mr. Shimiru is ready to talk you now if you like." God. Let's get that the fuck over with and crash for tonight. I ain't gonna be worth shit like this if anything comes up. * Marguerite looks to Jason. "Sound good?" Fuck, we're *nowhere*. If we find something, just get me some coffee and I'm good. * Jason waves with his cigarette. "Should at least talk to Tim and call Katherine, I guess. What time is it in Japan now? Actually, who the hell cares." Early afternoon. Christ, I could use some coffee. Can we get someone trying to get ahold of 'em while we grill Tim? I'll get someone on both. Great. Let's go see Tim. * Jason nods. They're presently in a room assigned to Ms. Mozzarella. I would strongly advise you use the intercom before entering. * Eckerd gives you directions on how to get the room. * Marguerite FROWNS. * Jason blinks. He looks at Marguerite. "Mozzarella?" Yvonne. Fucking Yvonne. ... Oh. Quite goddamn literally, I bet. * Marguerite heads off that way, waving at Eckerd. "Thanks, boss. Send the coffee up there." * Eckerd nods and walks off. [It's a quick walk to Yvonne's room. There's an intercom box outside the secure door.] [And following shortly after them is a meter tall server-bot that has a pitcher of coffee and several cups.] * Marguerite grabs a pitcher and pours a cup. She offers it to Jason. "Java?" Yeah, thanks. * Jason takes it. * Marguerite pours her own cup. "You better do the intercom. I might break it." * Kirby is now known as Yvonne * Jason removes his cigarette to have a sip. "Sure." He jams the button with his cigarette hand. "Hey, Tim. You ready to talk to us?" * Marguerite gulps as fast as the heat will let her. * Tim 's voice comes through the box. "Not particularly, but it's been a long night, gimmie a sec." Yeah, sure. * Jason has more coffee and lets go of the button. "Christ." * Tim opens the door. He's dyed his hair again, this time it's green with white tips. He's also barefoot, but seems to have at least found his pants and shirt. "What's up?" * Yvonne yawns, emerging behind Tim. She's wearing a red bathrobe that's not tied particularly tight. "It's awfully late. Couldn't you have picked a better..." She stops, eyes widening when she sees Maggie, then brushes past Tim and rushes her. (Anyone who wants give me init rolls) Wha? ...Ack Hey! Do not FUCK with me this morning! [Yvonne, Tim, Jason-Maggie.] [Yvonne] * Yvonne throws a straight punch at Maggie, yelling, "Tim, get the other guy! Don't let them hurt me!" * Marguerite slides to the side, allowing Yvonne to move on past her, and brings up her right arm from absolutely nowhere, Bubba in hand. She levels it square at Yvonne's head. "If you want to settle this, we'll fucking well settle it now, whore! But I didn't FUCKING come here to FUCKING fight!" [Tim!] * Tim grits his teath, and a familiar, to anybody who watched his fight anyway, section of battleship armor appears between Yvonne and Maggie, logo facing Maggie. "The hell are you DOING!?" [Jason and Maggie!] I'm here to fucking ask you questions! Not to duel with your slut! * Jason drinks his coffee. "Looks like she's trying to kill her." He turns to Tim. "Look, want to talk while they fight this out?" He pauses. "I can't believe I fucking said that." [Yvonne!] * Yvonne stands ready behind Tim. "She's lying. You know she is! You heard her threaten me!" ... Yeah, calm your girlfriend down. [Out of init for now.] If I wanted you dead you already would be! You think I fucking knock on a hit? Jesus! * Tim walks around the edge of his plate so he can see both parties. "Yes, yes I did. Which is why I'm trying to make sure she doesn't have an excuse to do it now. She hurts you now and Eckards can take her gun away and lock her up for the rest of eternity. " * Tim looks at Maggie. "Isn't that right?" Christ. Among other things, yes. You know Eckard won't do that! The very proof is she's standing here in front of us right now! Didn't they freeze that Angel woman's account when she tried to kill you, Tim? But nothing happened to Maggie. It's obvious! Can't you port her somewhere safe? Like fucking Mars? * Jason stands and drinks his coffee. He takes a moment to suck on his cigarette, too. [And a rather tired looking Rev. Warlow with an obviously hasitly donned robe jogs down the hallway. She's holding her shotgun with both hands and doesn't look so tired that she's not ready to use it. "There a problem here?"] * Tim shakes his head. "They want Angel dead now. Didn't you hear? And Maggie at least has part of an... oh hell." * Yvonne points at Maggie. "There! There's the problem! You said I'd be SAFE here!" * Yvonne blinks. "They what?" (Uhm... Yvonne? There's a half tonne of steel wall between you and her) * Yvonne points at the wall, then. Nyah! I'm not fucking here to kill her! * Jason looks confused. "Crosse?" And then he turns to see Warlow. "Hey." He waves with his cigarette. Tim's stopping them from killing each other. * Warlow taps an earpiece. "I'm told she's here to interview Tim. And that Sarah informed you both that she was coming to interview Tim." Shit, finally someone with a fucking brain. * Warlow nods back to Jason. She said some people were coming. It's a nice excuse to get close to me when I can't do anything about it. Would you like me to escort you away from her or to stay with you while she interviews Tim? * Warlow's tone is even but tired. * Tim rubs his face. "Look... Marguerite? Could you do me a favor... If you've got that knife on you... ah never mind." I don't. It's somewhere safe. Why don't you kill her like you're killing Angel? Why is she allowed to intervew Tim when she shouldn't be allowed to work for SAB anymore?! No fucking good to me anyhow... look, can you get her out of here? Ms. McLochlane hasn't been killing imprisoned civilians. Now, do you want me to escort you away or stay with you? Yvonne, she's not going to kill you. That's not what she said. * Jason lets out a breath of smoke and looks at Tim. "Look, we've really gotta talk to you. Take Yvonne... wherever." * Yvonne waves her arms. "I'm not going anywhere!" Then can you SHUT THE FUCK UP? Then may I suggest you conduct the interview in Mr. Shimiru's room? No! * Tim shakes his head. "I can't do do that... Look Yvonne you stay there, and I'll talk to Maggie here and she's not going to kill you at all." * Warlow yawns but still stands ready as needed. (And that should be Marguerite) * Yvonne folds her arms. She doesn't say anything, but boy does she look mad. Fucking hell. Tim, Saki's apartment was bombed. Katherine's fucked off to Japan. Care to enlighten us what the fuck is going on? * Marguerite drops Bubba from ready position and gets another cup of coffee, since the last one is all over the floor. * Tim blinks at Maggie. "How the hell would I know? It's not like I care what either of them do as long as it's not to me." * Yvonne adds helpfully. "Yeah." * Jason finishes off his coffee and looks for a place to toss it. Let's try that answer again. We know the three of you are extraplanars. * Yvonne glances back at Warlow. [There's a place on the servbot for dirty dishes.] * Warlow glances back to Yvonne for a moment. "Yes?" Nothing. * Tim shrugs. "I still don't keep track of what they're up to, right now I'm more worried about convincing my girlfriend that you arn't about to shoot her." You should be worried about the shit that's been going on. Saki's apartment was littered with bodies, Tim. Extraplanar bodies. From the same plane as you. I'm not fucking up at three in the morning without a bottle of scotch in my hand for fucking peanuts, here. * Jason sticks the cup there, then. Tim is perfectly fine as long as he's with me. Yeah, I bet he is. Don't count on it, Tim. * Jason looks at Tim. "Look, can you tell us *anything*?" * Tim blinks... and then blinks again. "That shouldn't be... I mean Katherine is... and there shouldn't be enough of us left that are stupid enough to..." Okay. Now we're getting somewhere. Do you have pictures, or anything? Pictures are available. There should be a terminal in Yvonne's room. * Marguerite tics off on her fingers. "The possessed EC soldiers, the fuckwittery at my first tourney fight, Saki's apartment, and you and Katherine... all of you are tied together by that plane and that "incident" in Japan." She makes the air quotes. Oh, there's pictures on there, alright. * Warlow keeps an even expression with great effort. ( I'm just using the internet for what it was invented for! ) Great, we can look at those, too. Can we just get on with it? * Tim shakes his head. "That thing at your fight couldn't have been... This just doesn't make any sense... and you need to get in contact with my Aunt. If there's anybody who knows anything about anything it's her." She's next. We figured we'd run through the locals first. * Marguerite gestures at the door. "Pictures. In deference to the fuckin' batty trollop, I'll wait out here." * Tim holds out his hand and his laptop appears in it. "I'll just use mine then, shall I?" * Jason nods. "Sure." I'll have them send the pictures there. * Marguerite drains the coffee and throws the cup at the servbot. "Whatever."' That... great. [Tim sees pictures of a series of dead horribly burned body. A kid, a woman in her thirties, two guys, one middle aged. Visual awareness check.] * Yvonne peers over Tim's shoulder. "Lotta dead people." [Tim doesn't think they correspond to anyone he knows.] * Tim shakes his head. "This isn't possible. You're sure that all of them are the same Katherine and Saki, even the kid? (+as) That's what that one chick said. Yuri? ( No, they're differen Katherines and Sakis ) (yes) * Marguerite winces. "Yeah." * Tim shakes his head. "From everything I've been told, this shouldn't be possible." Why not? * Warlow stands passively by, quite tired. * Tim rubs his face. "Well, it's like this. We re-incarnate about fourty years after we die, or that's how it's supposed to go anyway." He points at the kid. "So he'd have to have died fifty years ago, only there were only five who survived WW2 so his last life couldn't have alive to die then. And the last guy who tried to _make_ more, well, let's just say that there wasn't anything left of that." Fuck, I don't know what to tell you. Oh. Looks like someone fucked up that plan. Yeah.l Shit. Anything else before we go ring up Katherine? * Tim shakes his head. "I got nothin." Why'd they go after Saki anyway? Well, as I'm quickly learning, being immortal is a great way to get people to try and kill you and... well, she used to be the boogie monster that my parents tried to scare me into acting good with. As you can see it didn't work too well. * Jason nods. * Marguerite snorts. I kinda doubt she's death though. The stories say that they dropped the Hiroshima nuke on her head. Shit, that could be useful. * Marguerite sighs. "Time to get on the fucking horn. Christ." She stalks off, but as she passes Warlow, stops to whisper in her ear before moving on. * Yvonne watches Maggie as she goes, and frowns mightily at that. Mighty frown. * Warlow listens and then looks to Yvonne. "Are you content with your lock door, or do you want a guard posted tonight? * Tim waves his hand and the deck plating goes back where he got it from. "This has been one hell of of a day, and it's only... what 3 AM?" * Yvonne folds her arms. "A lock isn't good enough, and I don't trust your guards. (locked) Do you want an additional security measure? Yeah. Gimme all those knives SAB designed to kill me. That'd be a good security measure. * Jason waves at Tim. "Good luck with your girlfriend." He heads after Marguerite. I am going to need it. * Warlow nods. I'll see what I can do in the morning. * Tim looks at Warlow. "Yeah, all the knives, and whatever else they've made." * Warlow then walks away. [Continued in phone log]