You Said Come Over; I Brought Friends
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Bert nods and says "Well that was nice of them" as he says this, he pulls out his phone and sends a quick text to Dr. Jack, the setting of this place despite seeing it at the Reverence started to get to him, it sort of felt like the Reverence times five, and he regretted not speaking to Dr. Jack first before going. When he's finished he turns back to the woman and asks "What does your company do?"
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Six is also prepared for this question, having decided her cover story well before entering the city. She takes another mock-sip of her drink before answering. "It is an internet company, actually. We deal mostly with programming and networks. It's kind of complicated. But basically you visit our site and hire someone to write a program for you. Or you can hire someone to teach you how to use certain programs. We work mainly with large companies from around the world. I tend to travel a lot because of the job."
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As the silence drags out, Argent begins sliding towards the door.
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Victoria listens silently for awhile and then her phone rings. She stepped out into the hall for some privacy for a few brief moments and then returned. She listened to the back and forth between the deputy and other two kindred.
"Well, Doctor Lazarus has always been a little...excitable. Especially when it comes to what he sees as insults," she added helpfully to Mac's question.
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Bert's eyebrows raise as the woman explains her job to him. A lot of it goes over his head but he tries to understand what it is her company does "Wow, so when you say program is it like a web site they help put up or is it more a program to edit web sites?" perhaps if his comedy career picked up he could hire her to make a web page for him. He had no idea how to put up videos on the internet and that was how comics were doing it now adays.
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Mac looks at Argent for an uncomfortably long time before saying, "Okay. Here's what we're going to do, yes? We're going to get some information from this one that ye've kept, and then we shall call the Prince with good news as well as what has happened in Amber Hills, and we shall hope fer the best." He smiles brightly at them. "So, let's get this party started, shall we?" His fangs are out quickly and he bites deeply into his wrist, forcing quite a lot of Vitae through the Berserker's mouth.
Several minutes pass. The bum had been badly hurt during the fight, but the Blood does its work, and as the newly created ghoul's wounds start to heal, his mad eyes open wide. Khart tries to escape his bonds but only succeeds in shaking the gurney. He looks at Mac, at Ciara, at Argent, and screams, "Buggra havestock, woompy padda hats! Filch an gribble!"
Mac looks at Argent. "Um. Doz any of ye understand a word of this?"
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*Ciara can only rub her temples as the bum begins to spout gibberish.* You are wasting your time, Mac. This one has put on the Santa hat and called it a Randal...
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Six looks slightly confused, wondering if maybe half of her explanation had been lost in the noise of the club. She shakes her head. "No no, not like that. They write programs for large companies mostly to help them organize and network their information. It's......" She tries to think of a way to explain it that would enable him to understand. Geek speak was not often tranlated well however. "complicated." She finally finishes lamely.
TRen she smiles again as she realizes she can confidently answer his question. "Creating a website would be easy for them so yes, they could be hired to do that sort of thing. Although we don't get contracts like that very often."
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"Bah weep grah nah weep ni ni bong?" Argent offers, trying to be helpful.
Maybe they needed a mind-reader.
He didn't translate crazy. Or stupid.
Really.
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"Kay. I've got an idea." The Deputy reaches into his jacket pocket and procures a flask. He pours the amber liquid into the unintelligible beggar's mouth and he greedily accepts. "Shiggywiggy," he consents, and opens his mouth wider. Mac stops pouring and sniffs the flask with a look of rapturous delight. "Ah, that is good whiskey, isn't it? Now. You can have it all friend. But we need to know about the preacher man, yes? How do we find him?" Mac looks seriously at Argent and Ciara, then back to Khart.
"Misshy, ken sploggin et all, hooba?" Then he opens his mouth again.
"Whut are ye sayin, man?"
"Nip poogey fud hup." He nods toward his pocket and looks imploringly at Mac. The pocket is filthy and clearly is growing mold and he holds his nose, but this is his job, after all, and reaches in. He makes a face at Argent that says, simply, I hate you so much right now, and eventually produces a beat up card for a men's shelter deep within Sacramento's ghetto. Then he channels the inner oracle and smiles with confirmation. "It's a good enough start. Wait a moment, please."
He calls the Prince.
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