( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT

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WHO: Every Outsider interested!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!


From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.

Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.

People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!

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[likemybooks]

[The targeted intern glanced away and blushed at Silco's comment. Despite his creepy demeanor, he was wise enough to predict where he was hoping this conversation would take him.

Taryon, for his part, nodded and flashed a thumbs up.] Well, now that's mananged - [He said to the man.] we can continue our conversation. Are you out here celebrating something?

[The man, and a few of his friends playing wingman who chime in, explained that there was nothing special that day, just a long morning and afternoon of meetings and putting together information for an important client. They couldn't say who, not when their boss expected them to keep proprietary information a secret.

Taryon called over a waiter and requested that they all get another round of drinks.] Let's toast! To a happier weekend of rest and relaxation! [He held his current glass of wine, and to the table's relief, they toasted their new friend and the hopes that they would find someone of their own for the evening.]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco was happy to move off, return to his spot at the bar. It's predictable, but Taryon seemed the type that enjoyed the attention — if their prior conversations were anything to go by — and he nursed his drink at the bar, alternating from adopting the look of someone using their implant, to watching the group, to getting a refill from the bartender.

All in all, the act of someone doing a great deal to keep an eye, but not too close of an eye, exactly the part he was supposed to play.

Intimidating, hinting that he was watching, but not breaching it.

He let Taryon play the game, letting it record while he idled his time away. ]

[likemybooks]

[The lighter stays on the table, seemingly forgotten among the riveting conversation. Taryon, despite his foolhardy beliefs in the inherent good of strangers, is a master in leading conversations along intellectual topics. What a shocker, that the nervous and reserved intern enjoys discussing the stories of recent video games, webcomics, and fantasy series.

More drinks are ordered, and Taryon remains welcomed at the table. With him accepted at the table and the alcohol loosening their tongues, the gatherers complain about aspects of their jobs, which lead to a few names of "clients" being dropped.]

Really? That sounds like an annoying place to work. Which guy is your boss?

[The politician is named — he's just as demanding at the others, and the topic is swiftly changed to sports.]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco's back at the bar, recording everything, the lighter the best investment he'd made thus far. It's amazing what these little gadgety-types can make. It makes him wonder what Jinx could do with enough practice here. Now that his daughter is here, his thoughts often circle back toward her like water in the drain, trying to figure out how to get her involved in the whole thing.

His eyes draw lazily across the bar, like he's taking it all in. Occasionally, he catches the group, more often than not, he doesn't. He keeps drinking.

They mention the politician. Interesting. ]

< @ BAD DADDY >
The politician. What do they do for him?

[likemybooks]

[Taryon flinches in hos seat when the message appears, then covers his shock by downing the remainder of his wine. The others sharing the table don't notice.

He sets the empty container upon the white tablecloth and tightens his mouth in thought.] So what do you do? That is — I know what an intern is, but I always wondered what it's like when you're working with important people. Is it like with any other guy from a different company? Or does it feel special...?

[He trails off, and the interns don't answer immediately. It's a terrible way to go about this, he realizes in retrospect.

After several silent seconds, one of them shrugs and comments "It's more work with politicians. They want to be involved in so much, and I don't have much time in one day. You know, just the other day I had to join my boss at a meeting in a literal nightclub, and he said I had to grab coffee! I never been to that neighborhood!"

What follows is a half-drunken retelling of the intern's stressful morning in search for a decent cafe without a long wait time. Taryon doesn't interrupt, partially to track the specifics of where the intern was wandering about, but also he didn't want to anger a source of information by interrupting his story.]

[zauneyete]

[ Now that was interesting. Silco waved a hand at the bartender for a fresh drink for himself. As an afterthought, he very nearly ordered one for Taryon, but thought the better of it. Keeping his glass full would be a way to garner suspicion. That's not what he wants.

Instead, his eyes flash — it's hard to tell with the man, given that one of his eyes is always glowing, but he tipped it up and away, waiting for the drink while he did so.

Thankfully, most people have implants, and most are receiving constant input from the world around them. It isn't novel to receive a text. ]

< @ BAD DADDY >
Don't ask about the nightclub. Ask about the coffee. Where did he try first? There are a few common ones, such as 'Bean me up' and 'Deja Brew', see if you can get the name of the one he went to.

[ His drink comes, and he engages the bartender in light conversation, asking about something or the rather, eyes only barely sweeping the room. ]

[likemybooks]

[The intern grabs a greasy snack, pops it in his mouth, and after a long and slow chewing session, lies back in his seat, seemingly done with his part of the story.

Silco knows best, after all. Taryon must trust his advice on this.]

So... [He leans on his elbows, eyes fixed on the other.] How did it go? Did you find the coffee you needed? I would think there are a ton of chain shops in a popular area.

[Taryon gets a shrug in response. Surprisingly, not that many places are open later at night. The nearest Kryptobucks was several blocks away, and the intern thought to hope there was something closer.]

Like what?

[A name is given: a local place called Aki Coffee that was listed as a neighborhood highlight, but it was closed that very day.]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco made a note of it. Interesting. At least that was something he could use. Silco tapped at his drink with a finger, as if indicating that this was sufficient for him.

At the very least, it was enough that he had a lead. Aki coffee was only close to so many nightclubs, and Silco had already pulled up the closest ones on his implant. ]

< @ BAD DADDY >
Good job. That will get us the name of the nightclub. We don't need to push now, it's only with walking distance of 2 clubs.

[ He sipped at his drink, but was... well, maybe not polite is the word, since this was an operation, but he wouldn't just leave, either.

No loose ends. ]

[likemybooks]

[Taryon nods in response to Silco's message and smiles. To those at the table, only the smile is odd, and they ask what has Taryon so happy.]

Oh. Well, I'm glad you're not dealing with difficult orders anymore. Working with politicians sounds like a pain and I'm lucky not to deal with it.

[He rolls the stem of his wine glass between his fingers.] Just frustrated customers. Ah, but all careers have their frustrations.

[A decent save, one that no one pursues further, and the interns continue their conversation. Taryon's date is quiet, contemplating his level of drunkenness and whether it would be smart to invite Taryon to a second meeting.

Tary, for his part, does not leave the table. He found good information, and the rest of the evening will be a celebration of that.]

[zauneyete]

[ Silco waits, and watches. Taryon is good at this, or at least at charming a table full of drunken fools — though Silco is often uncharitable by nature — but he only finished his drink.

The man doesn't leave the table. Silco hadn't expected him to dash, but... He'd also not expected him to linger, either. He offered his wrist to the bartender to pay for his drinks, and started to stand. ]

< @ BAD DADDY >
I'm not staying if you're going to dawdle.

[ Which meant, of course, that Taryon gets to party without the unpleasant buzzkill around, and as he started to leave, he only offered a single look over his shoulder at the rest of the bar, before slipping back out. ]

[likemybooks]

[As Silco sends his final message and leaves his seat, Taryon turns his head to the sour man and watches him exit the bar.

An intern comments that they're glad this creepy guy is gone, and why was he even here if he wasn't having fun?

Taryon doesn't reply. He might have a date for a few weeks, possibly tonight if all things go smoothly. It helps that the intern he's flirting with isn't that unattractive.

He takes the lighter in his hand and pockets it.]