Apr 08 19:15:10 107 PA - Interesting Information
From Chronicles
The bitter cold rain, the bursts of wind, these combine to make the Alibi particularly inviting tonight, and Maya accepts that invitation, seeking a place to eat, drink and apparently to think. She is settled in a booth, kept to herself by a stare at anyone who tries to join her. The cheerful outfit doesn't match the mood and the purple drink gets much of the punishment, repeatedly stabbed by a straw as Maya glowers.
It's the Alibi, on most any given night Ash can be found here at one time or another unless he has business to attend to or is at a different club for whatever reason. The Quick-flex is out dancing with anyone who will dance with him, keeping active and busy thanks to his near limitless amount of energy. That same energy that makes him slender no matter how strong he is and the like, damned alien metabolism... couldn't put on weight if he tried. Still, for the moment he's just out partying as it were as he dances with whomever friendly people wish to dance with him at the moment.
Vargus slides in from the outside, and shakes the sleet from his coat. Moving by the front, he checks a pistol with a long square barrel at the station and winces a little at the pressure of sound from the room, but shrugs slightly to himself and moves his way into the throng of people milling about in the din.
Maya is oblivious to the dancers but the mood lifts slightly as she sees Vargus. Reluctant to abandon her booth, she turns her gaze to him, narrowing her eyes as she concentrates, sending him a thought, "Over here, I have a booth." The simple comment is, by necessity simple and Maya watches him to see if he responds.
Ash cannot hear the thought of course, being absolutely unpsychic and mundane in just about every way. He does however, have need for a drink. He dances his way over towards the bar, buying a drink for himself and for whatever floozy has attached herself to the idea of a free drink at the time and then relaxes a moment to really take in the club and see whom is present and whereabouts they might be. Certain things do stand out, sometimes on purpose though, like KDPD employee's in their bright clothing. Ash pretends to be listening to the floozy as she drinks from her glass but his attention lingers on Maya for a few long moments as he considers something.
Vargus closes one eye, brow furrowing as he looks around the room with the other, glancing in the direction of the mental ping, his eyebrows quirk up as he spots Maya. He stops, swings by the bar to pick up a bottle of something, and then moves through the crowd, stopping briefly to check out Ash as he and his slot cruise up to the bar. A brief tilt of his head as he looks over the QuickFlex and then he nods to himself, as if in approval, before continuing over toward the booth and dropping down into a seat. "Haven't had much experience with psychics... but, seems to come in handy now and then, humm?"
Maya leans forward, giving Vargus a nod, her face serious. "It really does. Did you hear anything more about that outpost? I did all the reports before I left the lab." It is bothering Maya, her normal exuberance missing in action. "Just weird, the way they trashed it all." She pokes the ice in the glass some more. "Do you think they all died?"
The nod causes Ash to blink at Vargus, getting nodded at by people he doesn't know is a bit unusual... and not always a good thing... in fact it usually isn't out here in the Dregs. Without looking at his floozy Ash tilts his head towards her, "Come on, lets get a booth." He then summons forth two more drinks by virtue of the bartender and heads across the floor to abscond with the booth right next to Maya and Vargus, amping up his hearing a bit while using his sound dampening to filter out the loud music and other voices hopefully. Or at least keep them from hurting to much. When he sits down he uses that age old method of, "So tell me what kinds of things you really like." To get the floozy talking, hopefully for long enough without needing much input so he can listen in to the conversation at the other booth beside his.
Vargus purses his lips and then shakes his head after a moment, "No, I haven't heard anything about an outpost. Was that on the news? Or something internal? I was listening to some local info a day or so ago.. heard about a fight outside here, but nothing about an outpost. How far out? Coalition involvement? Or just your run-of-the-mill BigScaryMonster?" He doesn't seem to notice Ash moving into his stalker pose, or doesn't seem to care. Could be both.
"Internal information. Didn't you see it? This Forest Ranger team went to investigate a disturbance, near the CS outpost. That new one? Totally trashed, someone shot them up with heavy weapons. No survivors and all the stuff is trashed. I'm just analysing the weapons fire now to see if I can work out what happened." Maya shakes her head, taking a slurp of the drink, her normal cheerful mood destroyed by this and as she opens her mouth once more, her pager goes off. "Damn." She pushes her drink away and heads off.
If anyone was a psychic and reading Ash's thoughts they might get quite an interesting read at that particular moment but as Maya leaves and that conversation seems to be done, Ash looks at the floozy across from him in the booth he's at and smiles, "Cool." He says to whatever it was she was just talking about and he wasn't paying attention to. He finishes his drink in a few swallows and then picks up his second one. "Oh I know isn't it?" The floozy says and then continues to go off an how much she really likes the color purple as Ash falls silent to drink and think some more.
