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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 21:19:14 GMT
There is a house in Downtown Starcrown. They call the Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know you'll be one.
A very fancy establishment for singles to meet others singles, or... singles to meet married people who wish they were singles, or married people to meet other married people under the illusion they are singles.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 21:20:56 GMT
Rory sat at the bar, having done a lot of shopping to replenish all the things she had lost in the tragedy the other day.
She needed to get a feel for the town, it was the best way to start her work. Knowing the place, the people, making contact was always step one.
She was wearing a short black dress and heels, her hair not covered for a change, as it seemed to be an attractive feature to a lot of people, and always a good ice breaker.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 13, 2015 21:38:29 GMT
There were lonely businessmen, not so lonely women, and everything in between. One of them, who was almost certainly a salesman judging from his extroverted attitude, had been heckling the bartender about drinks, and his marriage, and his kids, and more drinks. It was not long before Rory knew he had three kids, lived in Old Ambrosia, and thought his wife was cheating on him, which damn well made it okay for him to be here Goddamnit.
Another gentleman, lean and much quieter, sat at the bar with his rather expensive holodevice, flipping through news reports. Rory could see Euphoria Point appearing a few times in the small lightshow before him. The memorial would be tomorrow.
Also at the bar was a young woman, drawing what appeared to be Rory's face on her pad. She had arrived before the secret agent, so it was probably nothing sinister, and just the idle entertainments of an aspiring artist.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 22:11:13 GMT
Rory was always one who wished to bask in the efforts of he work, and so ordered one of what he was drinking and stood next to him, leaning against the bar.
"Such a tragedy"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 13, 2015 22:32:34 GMT
He was handsome and clean-shaven, and his suit was not cheap. The stranger's aftershave was quite attractive, and thus also not cheap. He looked at his new companion. He had peeked at her a few times before, perhaps because of her or perhaps because she was obviously a beautiful woman.
"Oh, yes. They dug out a small child this morning. Horrific." His voice was America, but erudite and possessed of perfect enunciation. "Are you an Ambrosia native, Miss...?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 22:43:29 GMT
"No... I am new here..." she said, smiling at him and taking a sip of her own drink, while pushing his towards him, "I am glad there was a survivor, A light in the dark of such a waste of life."
She thought back to her list of Aliases this time and tried to remember which passport she had brought with her, "Veronica Somerset" she greeted and held out her hand.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 13, 2015 23:14:06 GMT
"'The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.' W. Somerset Maugham." He gave her a perfect smile. "The writer, that is. My own name is Lionel Hargrave.""
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 23:25:45 GMT
"Nice to meet you Mr. Hargrave." she said returning the smile with one of her own, not bothered outwardly that he just listed a famous british inteligence officer as a source. "He was a credit to our literary history, my favourite is the Magician." she said moving to sit down next to him.
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 13, 2015 23:45:55 GMT
"Aleister Crowley would say otherwise." He laughed and sipped his drink. "You have good taste. So what brings you to Ambrosia?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 23:49:23 GMT
"pleasure" she said, with a smile, "And a bit of business for my father's charity" she twirled the straw of her drink around the rim of her glass.
"Are you from here... or just passing though?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 13, 2015 23:53:17 GMT
"Neither. I'm from New York originally, but my job is here in Ambrosia. I'm a lawyer and consultant for Trustwell." He bought Veronica another drink.
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 13, 2015 23:54:59 GMT
"why thank you," she said, with a beaming smile, and leant her head on her hand, leaning forwards, "Trustwell?" she asked, "what is that?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 14, 2015 0:11:49 GMT
"Primarily, we deal in munitions, communications, energy. Our biggest client is the U.S. government." He left out how they were once America's single greatest developer of wormhole tech and may or may not have been respomsible for the Reign of the Supermen. "It sounds more interesting than it actually is. I'd rather hear about you, to be honest."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Jun 14, 2015 0:32:03 GMT
"There's very little to know," she said giggling again, and moving hair out of her face, "how about we ask one another questions, get to know one another."
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Post by The Astronomer on Jun 14, 2015 5:46:46 GMT
He was intrigued. "Alright... I'll go first. What's your favorite drink?"
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