Man In Black II

[Thrope]

Man In Black

Remember, your character will need Allies 3 in any Sphere of Influence, Contacts, or Status 2+ to gain admittance to this underworld / grey area meeting ground.

Saying the name, Thrope waits as the eyes regard him. Finally the door opens and Thrope steps through the steel gateway into the Man In Black. The Rules are explained quietly and succinctly. Almost feels like home, personalities and the underlying threat of everything. So this is what the guy was talking about.

A grin creeps onto Thrope as he heads over to the bar for a whiskey. Leaving, possibly to generous of, a tip the Thyrsus finds his way to an empty table. No reason to provoke the locals. Observe, watch, figure out who the bosses are. The guy looming in the shadows? Or maybe the women in a sharply cut suit. Maybe the bosses aren’t here, only their seconds.

So many questions and so many options.

Thrope relaxes as he sips his whiskey and watches the underworld of Sacramento circle each other. For now he resists the pull to step in, insteading choosing to watch and see how things move.

Thrope enters with Contacts (EMS).

[West]

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[Tuesday]

For the second time Tuesday Robin Lewis steps into the Man in Black.

A little more comfortable, she wore the same ear cuffs as she had last time she'd ventured out into the club, this time she's wearing the lethally tall stiletto spikes she'd worn as Ryan, dark wash jeans, and a tee that probably had a unicorn on it, but it was hard to tell under the grey blazer she'd chosen to wear.

Her walk to the door to the bar was a slow one, a lazy, but confidant movement as her hazels passed over the faces of those present, the club royalty that has claimed a place for their court in the center of the space, all eyes on them. The wonderfully shadowed corners where her fellow thieves dwelt, and a smirk settling on her face as she sees the Consilium's newest Shaman.

She orders herself a White Russian, without the vodka. Once it's in her hand, she turns towards Thrope , trying to catch his eye.

She didn't want to get in the way if he was actually waiting for someone, this was a great place for that, but if he wasn't she'd probably make a pest of herself and bother him.

Entering with Status 2 (Criminals)

[Thrope]

Another table gets filled and the guy pulls out a book..interesting move. Could be a trick, waiting to see who's stupid enough to poke a tiger or a drug lord. Breaking Bad is a thing after all.

Thrope raises his glass to Tuesday , almost surprised at seeing another mage here. Back home the Family and Uncle didn't allow for much competition. Maybe the old man had a deal with the others. A nod towards an empty chair and the Thyrsus leaves the option open. Maybe Tuesday has business to attend to first.

[Tuesday]

Her opposite-grown up drink is cold in her hand. Still tasty though. And it makes her look like she's actually drinking, when she's kinda, sorta, not. At all.

Thrope nods at the chair, and Tuesday pushes herself off of the bar where's she'd been leaning and slowly makes her way over towards the Thyrsus. Her perceptive hazels notice the dude with the book....and how he kept looking around the room. At the people dwelling within. Did not make her want to get near him. Tuesday didn't know what the fuck the guy was doing, but in a place like this, notes and people watching....yeah. No. Not touching that with a ten foot pole.

A head shakes as she refocuses on the Shaman, but she doesn't dismiss the man with the book from her mind. Who knows what he's up to and the unicorn doesn't want to be caught unawares.
"Hey." comes the unicorn's rasp as she eases herself into the chair across from Thrope. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

[Thrope]

"Lets call it the family profession." Thrope can't help but grin, only now is it funny. Instead of the obligation that haunted him for his entire life. "I'm glad I talked with a guy. I didn't realize the town had a place like this. Didn't expect to see you here either." Another sip of his drink and a small nod towards the guy with a book.

The Thyrsus leans in towards the Unicorn. "Do we tell the guy he's going to get rolled when he leaves if he keeps staring?" The quiet question is asked. More of a courtesy to someone that may not belong than a desire to actually protect some random person. It's only fair to let someone know the rules, keeps things civilized.

[Tuesday]

Dude. Thrope's - is/was - part of the mob? Cool. Tuesday matches his grin with one of her own. Her hazels dancing in delight, her mind thinking on just how his Shaman stuff could help with that. Then her mind jumps. Shaman stuff. They could Spirit together. "You heard me at Church. I'm like a Magpie, I enjoy shifting ownership from one party to me. Or someone else, If I still get a shiny slice."

As the nosy, people watching note taking dude leaves to the potty, Tuesday shifts leaning a little closer and hums, "if we're going to be Samaritans. But I can't shake the feeling that he's into big shit. Notes for Big Boss types." maybe if, once they'd left the grounds, and someone(s) tried something, some bigger fish would fry their asses.

Then the dude returns, grabs his book and sits at their table. Right next to her.

Dude. Just no.

"Can I help you?" a bright, and clearly fake grin appears.

Please leave, this unicorn was trying to get her flirt on.