Snacks after sundown

[Kray]

The final hot dog meets its grisly end as the giant pats his stomach and licks his fingers clean. "Hm. Now that wasn't bad." Not what he had been craving after his earlier encounter, no that hunger had to remain unstated tonight, but it was just that bit easier wit ha stomach stuffed full of what added up to several pounds of pig meat. "Uh. Anyway so if they got stumpy little legs why choose them for your example?" That seemed rather self defeating if she was looking for example of buffed up animals.

Bulbous yellow eyes look down upon the summer queen with a mix of curiosity and doubt. "Uh. Well I happen to think trade deal to be both rather important and all to relevant." In his role as a broker between the various circles of the city and as a changeling both deals mattered. "Huh. Might not be a bad thing to try and dig out of your memory." Who knows what kind of useful insight those saying might have.

He snorts. "Ah. I know what it is, you said it might still be connected and flooded." And those were two things he would rather deal with before they became issues. "Ah. Even if neither is a true problem, I can't be that crazy for not wanting a hole full of peoples poo left untreated." Sure he was not the cleanest of people, unless it came to his shoes those he shinned every night, but even a giant crazy cannibal didn't like the idea of a literal shit hole being left when it could be handled. "Uh. You know I could almost certainly get the diagrams to see where and if it is still connected." A few deals over at city hall, or with the plumbers union should the trick just fine.

And whatever enraging scheme the summer queen was cooking up went over the ogre's head. "Uh. I don't need to pretend, I don't know the movie." That was what she was suggesting right? "Ah. Any why would that make Sonnie livid?" The spring queen didn't seem to do angry, well she hadn't around the ogre anyway.

Now he had replaced his previously destroyed wheels but tonight he had been on foot. "Ah. I'm in no great rush but yeah a few things to sort out before morning ideally." Why criminals did so much at night was rather odd if you stopped and thought about. Burglars for example would surely stand less chance of being caught during the day. "Hm. But I prefer to use my feet, sometimes it is better to be seen." Especially if your power base was reinforced by a heavy helping of fear.

[Circe]

It said either a lot of Circe's confidence in her skill, blase attitude towards violence, or trust in Kray that a hungry Gristegrinder didn't cause even a batted eyelash. Or she was more focused on the hippo in the room. "Because they built like tanks. Huge everything, including the legs, and apparently they don't swim. They sink to the bottom, walk, and have legs so jacked they JUMP to the surface."


Again, training seminar for security. It was concern causing.


"Somewhat situational given, uh," she looks at the crowd of mundies. Civilian mundies, "Family background of family work being what it was. Such things aren't to be discussed with, uh, too many witnesses. I can't just pretend to be quoting The Godfather," given her mafia background, it makes sense she can't talk about it with the mundies. Like having somebody tortured behind you for betrayal to make new clients understand what NOT to do.




"We filled the hole in the wall leading to it," was her offer in response. Almost gripping, but not quite there yet. Problem solved, it was someone else's shit to deal with now. She didn't want to bother anymore after ensuring it was waterproofed on both ends. "Waterproofed even. I mean," she shrugs, "If you want to investigate that shit, your seem like you can handle your shit," of course jokes. "Though if you want to pump or get it out," she scowls, "I know the clean suits are in MY size not yours," she points ot herself and then Kray as she says this. Then gives a thumbs down as her ears go back showing agitation. "I would need bribery or a good reason to get through those walls and do any kind of cleanup. The masks do NOT block smell."


The phrasing meant to remind him of her phasing without revealing it. Hopefully it'd sound like she thought it did. Certainly no mundy was going to suspect her of having a super power.


Kray's confusion on Sonja makes her snort in amusement. "OH ho ho ho, you haven't noticed how OFTEN she quotes stuff? I mean, can't discuss everything she does in polite company. Think she might be a cinemaphile, and someone not knowing her quotes? Could agitate her. Or make her keep quoting until she finds one we know."


Probably a very inaccurate view of the Director and Spring Queen. Yet, Circe was bullshitting right now, and that needed not accuracy.


That was a good target time. Socioeconomics ensured most criminal behavior happened at night. Less witnesses, victims tired from working the day, and some even had legal day jobs. Old memories and current experience made this something the Larcenist understood enough to probably give a class lecture upon the subject...if she didn't think it was obvious. "Eh," she shrugs, "I prefer to be heard when I want to be. Which," she gets a thoughtful look on her face, "Probably explains a LOT about me. The gab. The laugh. The Charger. Hobbies," which was better than saying much dakka.


Then sighs as her ears droop, "Or maybe I'm gripping because my jog wasn't optional due to client incompetence," and it was hard to explain jogging attire without sweat. It screamed Russian mafia stereotype. "But," she gives a bitter laugh, "I got to leave early because no car, so I didnt' have to help, too much, with cleaning up the mess those cretini morti, uh, dumbasses made. Oh, we might have some surplus now too, just saying."

[Kray]

Talking of hippos much like sharp it was an animal he had never eaten and begins to wonder about it. "Huh. So you reckon these walking tanks taste more like a cow or more like a walrus?" Stopping in his tracks. "Uh. That twas a dumb comparison I've never eaten Walrus either." Just another large fleshy aquatic creature that come to mind. "Hm. And how much of that water jump is uh whats it called again, buoyancy that's it." A sailor he was not so never mind any chance of understanding a hippos water displacement.

A hearty belch rips out of the gristegrinders terrible jaw, a good sign he had filled his gut to a satisfying capacity. "Oh. Yeah I get you." Patting his stomach again. The firm may not have been any branch of the Mafia, but it had kept every branch of it out of London while it held sway so he understood more or less there are parts you don't talk about in particular company.

Well eh had got himself a giant sized fire suit so a one time use, he hoped it would be one time use, this or that to clean up a cesspit sounded possible. "Uh. So maps of the pipes, protective gear, a pump and tank, a few bags of lime or lye. Something for the smell." A probably a shovel and sack for the stained earth. "Hm. You know none of that is beyond what I can get my hands on, And then hey no more poo pit full stop." It would grim, unpleasant, revolting work. But in his head it removed a few risks, and made the secret set up just that bit more hygienic to live or store stuff in. "Uh. What kind of bribery we talking about?" Because well he could handle a good amount and the idea that it was him coaxing Circe to do a job in the tunnels was oddly appealing.

Scratching his fuzzy chin once again, his hand comes away covered in source which he licks clean again. "Uh. Me and her, we have hung out once or twice but not enough for mt to notice, no." That or the quotes had passed him by because eh didn't realize something was being quoted. "Ah. She could be quoting a while. Something tells me my rather limited amount of media does not often cross paths with yours or hers." That could also just because he was more of a radio person then movies, tv or steaming, it was great for having something to listen to while you went about this or that task.

He is clearly still thinking on it, clearly a city center or busy shop would be bad during the day but that's because people had left their homes to those places. "Oh. do get it times better to be seen and times better to not be." And the giant was sneakier then most would guess when he was of the mind to be, but usually he worked with what eh had and that was a massive frame a nasty grin and a good head for making deals ... which required you to be well .. present most of the time. "Uh. Surplus is never a bad thing to have." He stretches his arms above his own head working himself up into a more active state, business was calling. "Ha. Plenty of useful things you can do with it." But he was not offering to buy or shift it, if Circe needed his help with that she could ask otherwise her business was her business.

With 2 days to go shall we look to wrap after next round of posts?

[Circe]

That question shouldn't surprise her. "I've never had walrus, think it'd be very fatty." Blubber and all that. But she can find an answer. She waggles her smart phone that she'd used earlier. A few clicks and she has the answer to the meat question. "Sweat pork mixed with beef flavor, touch gamey, order jerky version now~" she sings out the last part like an informercial. Then she shrugs, "I don't know. Worked security at a place beside the Sacramento Zoo, safety tip on animals loose. Mostly what could sprint fast and wreck your spine. Hippo's can hit 20 as the clock in at a ton and a half. Glad the only loose animal was a quokka."


Thankfully he got it.


Seems Kray had more concerns about the cesspool than she did. "Bribes or a good reason. Ain't heard the latter, so we have to go with the former. Hmm," she rubs her chin, having to think on the option. "Better tools of my trade would be nice. Or raw materials? Could also be shell-fish and demand a fishing trip to the river," she muses her options though she looks at the mortals. Can't exactly ask for machineguns, lightweight gun parts, or Hedge hunting with so many witnesses present, now could she? "Have to think on it. Not the best time now. Long run and long shift."


That'd be amusing or annoying, she wasn't sure which if Sonja did do that. Probably depends on if Circe had to stay or hear about the quote off later. "Eh, she'd hit something eventually. Something that hit the universal lexicon of America. Like bigger boat or I'll be back," which Kray probably heard of both, even if he knew not the context. Unless he watched Gordon Ramsey, then Sonja's cursing at the failure might count. That was a curiousity she know had to ask about. "Hey John? Do you watch any Gordon Ramsey cooking show?"


Go loud, go stealth, or go heavy stealth. "Options are geat! Like that meme about tactics. Overt, stealth, and heavy stealth," she supplies whilst counting on her fingers. "The latter is he videogame tactic of nobody will notice you if there is nobody left alive to notice you." The Summer's smile shows she approves of such methods. It appealed to her Summer nature and cautious tactics in equal measure. Even if she'd rarely get to employ it.


"Eh, work equipment that we now have to find a new buyer for. Some French imported tools, collapsible for storage was great, but now they're just going to take up space," now she is finally griping. The MAT-49s were not new, but certainly reliable. A little Glamour fixed up the few worn down by age. Gangbangers should love the compacting feature in theory. "Eh, we got salesmanship to move products quite quickly, none of that wholesale warehousing stuff. Demand will rise quickly enough to clear them out."

Good to wrap. Thnx 4 the fun scene.

[Kray]

That did make sense. "Uh. Well fattened meat can be very flavorful you know, the best pit on a pork chop is the rind of fat around the edge." He might not be all to found of all the technological stuff that Circe was into but apparently it did have it's uses. "Huh. Well now I would not have thought you could order Walrus jerky just like that." Sometimes the world was a wondrous place. "Uh. But how would we know it is walrus having nothing to compare to?" And other times you just got horse meat in bag labelled as something else. "Huh. Nothing wrong wit ha bit of horse meat either, just is not walrus." But regardless that was for another night. "Oh. Twenty huh, I would not have expected that." So the average person was pretty stuffed then.

Hefty shoulders shrug. "Uh. Raw materials I can do no problem." By the end of the night if push came to shove. "Ha. But I've been saying I would go fishing with you since nearly the day we met." Circe had been talking a lot about rainbow crabs or some such back then. Giant rainbow crabs. If that was the price he would pay it rather happily.

His nasty grin unfurls across his face. "Uh. Sure she can invoke American references till she is blue n the face, see if she hits the mark." What he found funny their, who knows. A shake of his head as he dust hands off on his leather long coat, which might explain some of the stains on it. "Uh. No. Not often. Me and cooking shows are ab ad combination. They make me hungry." He was always hungry to some degree but well adding fuel to that fire was bad. But he had known Gordon Ramsey was a cooking show. A dark indulgence perhaps?

He actually tuts as Circe talks of leaving no one alive. "Oh. Now Mary you need to leave one still standing, that a big enough mess that when someone else arrives to swap in they can serve he purpose second hand." Otherwise how did rumors spread, how did your name get known, your reputation build.

But talk of business has him nodding more seriously. "Uh. Then it sounds like you will not be out of a deal for to long." Which was well and good. But now a large arms indicates a certain path. "Uh. Well this is were I need to go and best not dawdle." He tips his hat once to Circe, the sign of respect to an out of season Monarch. "Uh. Good talking, keep well now." And the giant will amble off to be about his business criminal or otherwise.

Indeed thank you for the very fun scene!