El Patron Bar (Open) A nice night off

[DrDog]

Worm had spotted the newcomer, but was too absorbed in the failure of his flash of insight to really care too much. most likely he was some local that Ash knew. But when he said hello, without recognizing Ash's name, that concerned worm. He retreated into himself, managing a nod back at the man, but otherwise saying in return.

"Jammer? Rage? Sounds pleasant enough. Its not Buba at The Prison, or Brutus at The Forum, so I'll take it."

[Darren Nash]

"Not a lot," Ash replies back to Linux taking a sip of his own beer. "Just here chatting about stuff, making friends and not going slowly mad. You?"

[DrDog]

Now begins the subtle dance of determining allegiance without arousing suspicion. Worm starts finishing off his corona, figureing they'll be done by the time he's finished.
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[Darren Nash]

Ash had to know. Standing towards the bar, he slips his empty glass and thanks the barman before coming within earshot of Linux and keeps his voice low.

"Who're you with, mate? We're just leaving and I'm inquisitive to know."

Ash keeps smiling. Best way sometimes.

[Darren Nash]

Ash leans away as the words assail his ears but he tries to smile all the same.

"The Grunts," he replies with a dry sense of humour before holding out his hand and adding, "Name's Ash." He looks over to Worm but doesn't reveal his name feeling it may be better if the other Moros introduced himself.

[DrDog]

"Hi, I'm Worm. I'm on my own team. I'm a physics professor. Nice to meet you" He refrains from saying more.

[Donan]

Whisper enters the bar and glances around, smooothing his dark suit lightly. It had been a long day at work and he'd made a quick trip back to his cramped apartment to change into more preferred clothes before coming out to try and rest a little. This wouldn't have been his first choice but it was near his "place of residence" and he had a craving for this type of food right now. He quickly ordered a sangria and took a seat, glancing around mildly at the other customers.

It was his first chance to explore the city after unpacking and doing the first shift of his first job, nothing unusual there, just a victim of an apparent back alley brawl and later someone in the wrong car at the wrong time, nothing unusual there, unless the Seers were here and good at covering up.. Whisper mentally smacked himself, you never knew who was listening, even to your inner thoughts, one of several things drummed into him by his teachers.

To occupy his thoughts in a less dangerous area he began looking around the bar again, seeing what different types of people were here.

Whisper's suit