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WINTER GALA IS OPEN ~ !

Seen the sign? It’s everywhere.

And every little corner, and every little street, strident and glistening and snow everywhere. Statue here, statue there – North, South, East, West – they do call it the Square. There’s word they’re war heroes, or troubled hallows, or nothing of the sort. That might be ice they’re sculpted in – or the sliver in some champagne glass, because giants drink too, and the City knows things. The City doesn’t tell.

But the tap those statues once or twice, and tap them strong, and tap them well, and they’ll whisper a secret. The little Elf army scuttling about has seen better days for wear (mostly Thursdays), but they’re only three feet tall, and the silver powder on their cheek’s both rigidly applied, and rented. Kick’em. They’re fluent in seven languages, you know. They have a degree. Naghladi’gjamarai got a Nobel nomination last year; no one knows. The human reporter didn’t look down to his knee when he was interviewing. Humans, so damned righteous.

Like the lights everywhere can never go out.

Like they’re the first ones here, dancing all too merry.

Like it’s their celebration.

Like it’s not all coming out of their City taxes.

Idiots.


[ooc: OK, kids, as per Jesse instructions: please title your comment + replies in such a way that you mention if they're directed at anyone in particular. Free-for-all ball, enjoy ~ ! ]

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I need to do some RL stuff, sorry, but I'm going to need to backdate replies after this one

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The agent smiled back, and gave a slight wave in greeting. It seemed she hadn’t needed to wait long for someone who was not a complete stranger to arrive; she didn’t know very much about Jan, though at least they had spoken over the network. That counted for something when it came to whether to judge someone a complete stranger or a previously contacted person who held some characteristics of being a stranger. Amanda was overanalyzing this, and she knew it, but old habits did die hard.

“Hello,” she said as he approached. “Having a good time at the gala?”

Her bag was partially open, and shifted somewhat to where something could be dropped inside and, if the angle was right, her body would be between the item and the majority of those there. However, she isn’t sure the positioning was good enough to not be seen by those close to her, which included Budd. A bit of preparation so far as choosing what part of the party to stay at while watching for the arrival of the others, and carrying a bag that quite a few things could be fit into would likely pay off in helping this take place discretely. Not to mention, it seemed unlikely it would be relevant to anyone that her bag did not stay in the same place all night; especially if she fidgeted with it occasionally anyway.

If the change in Jan’s smile had been noticed, she had apparently decided to keep that she noticed it to herself.

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Walking up, Jan immediately noticed certain things. Body positioning, slightly open bag, and not calling attention to it. Felt his smile unfreeze. Fuck yeah, the girl was a professional!!

After Amanda had made contact, he had transfered the switchblade and Seecamp from pants pockets up the Nehru jacket's sleeves. Both experience and vampiric speed kept anyone from noticing. Those two would once again come into play.

"Hey", he nodded still smiling, arms uplifted in greeting as he came up close. "Nice meeting you, how you doin?" Stuck out the right hand for shaking and as a distraction. Viewer would be following the moving upward limb, not the one dipping down to rest in a pants pocket. Quickly palmed the mousegun into the bag held roughly leveled to his hip.

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The agent took Jan’s hand and gave a light shake. The custom of her home was a squeeze instead of a shake, but the other person she’d met in the city had performed a shake which may be the custom of the city. When in Rome- especially when trying to look like nothing out of the ordinary was happening- do as the Romans do; even if Rome and Romans can only be used in a figurative sense. Eyes may still be drawn to motion, but motions that were not unusual, little would be thought of it.

“Nice to meet you, too. I’m doing well; how are you?”

In a way, she felt like she was on a courier mission for the agency instead of her usual deskwork, but that feeling passed quickly since she knew she was really just in the City receiving a couple of items that may end up saving her life.

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So far so good. Took a gamble on her being righthanded, sticking the mousegun up his left sleeve. If the purse opportunity hadn't presented itself, would have deposited the Seecamp back into pants pocket for a later try.

"I'm doin good." Jan nodded during the shake. Warily flicked his eyes briefly over at Budd. Snakeboy's main interest look to lay in the bar's offerings. Hopefully it really was. Didn't need blabbing to Bill resulting in Elle getting nosy AGAIN.

Before their hands parted, the switchblade passed into Amanda's.

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“Good to hear. This is quite the party, isn’t it? I’ve not been to one like this before.”

This was the hard part: moving the switchblade in hand into her bag without doing anything that would seem unnatural. Not having any pockets complicated matters, but perhaps having her communicator would.

“I’m going to be taking some pictures, and possibly recording some video while I’m here to watch if there’s a rainy day and to share with my friends. A couple of them couldn’t come, but I think they would at least like to see the decorations and the dancing… Now should be a good time to start before people start getting tired and going home, I think. Are you going to do anything to keep the memories fresh?”

Casually, though careful not to make the switch-blade easy to see, she slipped her hand into her bag, and exchanged the location of the two items. The communicator was now in the hand which Jan had placed the weapon in, and she switched it into record mode. The video would be lower quality than a video camera would give, but it wasn’t too bad and would be good enough for mementos.