{2022-05-18 01:00 (UTC) }

Team: 3-4

Duration: 2-6 hours HARD CAP. Will Part 2 if we go over

Location: The Emerald City

Theme: Secret Shame and Source of Furor

Type: Extraction

Threat: Medium

Prerequisites: Accept my table rules and rulings as well as Hub Rules, have a working mic, try not to shout over each other, roll with the dice if you think it'll tell an interesting story, be ready to hit the ground running.

This is Run 3 for the Puyallup Special Election.

Content Warning: My table is 18 Expect darkness where the light doesn't shine or when it is swallowed up. There will be a content warning discussed before the run starts and consent will be asked for from each player. Traffic Light system will be in effect. This run will touch upon the following (consider this your trigger warning): Child Abuse, Metahuman Racism, Political Extremism, Religious Extremism Hate.

The lounge band is playing a relaxing tune as the two men take a seat in a hidden booth towards the back. An elven waitress, newly hired and overloaded with cheap perfume, walks over and brings the pair the drinks they'd ordered from an ARO menu that popped up the moment any paying customer crosses the entrance threshold. A martini with lemon rind twist for the older looking gentleman and a whiskey sour for the younger one. As they sip and listen to the song being sung by an older ork man, whose voice is velvet for the soul, their minds are in two different places.

"So." the younger one says after the song ends. The older looks at him incredulously, annoyed that the impatience of youth is ruining this opportunity to see the band at play. The younger, ignoring the look, continues. "What should we do? This information, it's legitimate. Reliable. We should act upon it before he gets any more traction."

The older man pays the younger no mind; his focus is on the singer. Handsome, dashing even in his high end suit, slicked back greying full head of hair. Eyes deep blue like the ocean. The older man is waiting for something.

As the band switches to an instrumental tune, the singer takes a moment to order a drink from the bar. The same waitress brings him the drink: Tennessee whiskey and water over ice. Two parts to one, just the way the singer liked it. He thanks her by name and pontificates to her the diligence and speed at which she delivered the beverage. Blushing, she stutters a thank you and blabs that she's a big fan of his. The singer smiles; it's a warm smile, a welcoming smile. The streak of Southern gentlemanliness that is his trademark as is it to any good ol' boy. He gives her a loaded credstick for a tip. She refuses because it's too much, but the singer insists and makes the lady comfortable to accept. Once she does, the ork gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers a comment in her ear that makes her blush hard. He takes his leave and dismisses her. His eyes flicker in the direction of the pair at the back table and an unspoken message is relayed.

The older of the pair returns his focus to the younger, whose eagerness is one that anyone can see just from looking at him. The older one looks annoyed but stows away his resentment for the youth.

"He'll do it."

"Really? I thought that he stopped doing that kind of work once he landed here."

"The man is a professional; he knows when to hang up his shingle." the barb sting as intended. The younger of the pair looked embarrassed by his ambition. "He has the connections to that side of things. He'll manage." The older man pulls out a slip of paper from a pocketbook and slides it over to the younger. Upon inspection, the younger sees that it's a commcode. "Send it to that number, then forget you ever saw that. The more deniable you are to the event, the better it is for the long game. Send the whole thing."

The younger man obeys wordlessly. His text reads as follows:

Wanted: a team of professionals who are willing to snatch a person of interest from their current location.

Payment will be rendered upon receipt of the target to prearranged safehouse.

Target will be well guarded and the location is obscure enough that reliable intel is scant and difficult to come by; this will require additional research on the part of the team

Target may not be willing to come with the team; sedation of target authorized

Target MUST not be killed in the process of extraction. Should this transpired, the contract will be nullified and payment rescinded.

once he is done transcribing the message, both men look at the ork singer. He pauses for a moment, his eyes flicker over a message that was just sent. The older ork looks in the direction of the pair and gives a subtle nod. The older gentleman raises his martini glass before continuing to watch the band play on.