There's this pretty cool bar place nearby that's pretty good on loudness for covering up MYSTERIOUS ACTIVITIES and they probably don't give a shit about outside food.
[ He arrives as promised, with two little boxes of Chinese takeaway with some kind of futuristic twist. While he doesn't really get the multi-fusion cuisine, he enjoys eating in all forms, so. It's a bustling evening, with most of the bars and wee booths occupied, but Fitz snags a corner table just as a couple exits.
When Wrench arrives, he speaks causally. ]
Bit dodgy.
[ not an insult, just an observation. Definitely on brand for his aims. ]
[He sits down, elbows on the table. Thanks to whatever wackiness is going on here with the chest things, he's got his mask back, so he is in good spirits.]
So, what'd you get? Bug rolls?
[He's getting used to the bug content of food here, at least.]
[Not explaining much more than that, he grabs the box, opens it up, and peers inside. The mask flashes a judgy expression for a moment, but soon it's back to default. It'll do.]
Came outta my chest, apparently. Good thing, too, building a new one was gonna be annoying.
[That, too, really doesn't explain anything. Either way, he soon takes a bite. Not bad.]
[ like Loki's horns, huh. he'll let the reasoning of it go, for the moment. ]
Sure. [ why the fuck not. he leans forward, elbows on the table, so that passers-by won't hear their conversation. ] Anyway, I heard a rumour that there are robot dogfights happening in the city. Thought you might be interested.
[ also he doesn't want to go alone like a loser, and Wrench is probably the edgiest person on file. ]
[Wrench leans forward too, although any badass secrecy that implies is a little lessened by the fact that he's still eating. He nods as noodles disappear under the mask.]
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Hey. Just checking in to see where you're getting off to now.
[ in the post-morningstar safehouse world. ]
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Oh, you know. Shitty apartment, shitty job, shitty shit.
Trying to track me down, huh? You gonna bring me a present?
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I could make a delivery, actually.
Wanted to gauge your interest in something potentially less shitty.
[ off the record. ]
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Unless it's a pyramid scheme, in which case you can fuck right off.
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Pick a meeting spot, and I'll bring takeaway.
[ sarcasm really pays, huh. ]
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There's this pretty cool bar place nearby that's pretty good on loudness for covering up MYSTERIOUS ACTIVITIES and they probably don't give a shit about outside food.
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Anywhere with pints sounds ideal. Can be there in an hour or so, if that works.
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[Insert REALLY STUPID NAME.]
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When Wrench arrives, he speaks causally. ]
Bit dodgy.
[ not an insult, just an observation. Definitely on brand for his aims. ]
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[He sits down, elbows on the table. Thanks to whatever wackiness is going on here with the chest things, he's got his mask back, so he is in good spirits.]
So, what'd you get? Bug rolls?
[He's getting used to the bug content of food here, at least.]
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No bugs. [ he's a bitter bitch about them forever, thanks. ] Vegetarian noodles.
[ He slides the box across the table. ]
What's with the —
[ he gestures at his own face, meaning the mask. ]
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[Not explaining much more than that, he grabs the box, opens it up, and peers inside. The mask flashes a judgy expression for a moment, but soon it's back to default. It'll do.]
Came outta my chest, apparently. Good thing, too, building a new one was gonna be annoying.
[That, too, really doesn't explain anything. Either way, he soon takes a bite. Not bad.]
Thanks, man.
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Sure. [ why the fuck not. he leans forward, elbows on the table, so that passers-by won't hear their conversation. ] Anyway, I heard a rumour that there are robot dogfights happening in the city. Thought you might be interested.
[ also he doesn't want to go alone like a loser, and Wrench is probably the edgiest person on file. ]
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Hell yeah I'm interested. I'd fight a robot dog.
[He looks away in thought for a moment.]
I'd fight a regular dog too. I'm not picky.
1/3
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done.
The robots fight each other, Wrench.
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[Cue quiet slurping for a second.]
Doesn't change anything I said. But what's up, suspicious robots?