Aug 04 19:54:06 109 PA - Looking Up an Old Friend for a Favor

From Chronicles

Aug 04 19:54:06 109 PA.

LADY LUCK

Fizzlesnoot is behind the bar tonight, of maybe just giving the usual girl a break. Either way, the short little guy is serving drinks at the moment to a lightly populated bar, most customers are taking up tables and the seating around the stage, enjoying the entertainment provided.

It's not terribly late, but it is unusual for Gabriel to be found here. He hasn't been around in perhaps months, and now he shows up in combat armor with a combat rifle and heavy pistol hanging off of his body - both of which are easily handed over to anyone who wants to officially claim them for the club. The helmet comes off, as do his gauntlets. A few steps take him deeper into the club, where he pauses to take in the changes and additions, a bland look on his face.

Fizzlesnoot busily takes care of orders for the scantily clad waitresses at one end of the bar, the bar patrons appearing satisfied for now. The club has really not changed much at all, a couple of card tables, a dice table, and the damaged areas have been fixed, their newness does show to a close eye, but for the most part all is as it was prior to the grand battle that took place here. A waitress passes by Gabriel with a cheerful smile once past the security that holds onto the weapons, "Welcome to Lady Luck Sir." but her noticeable busy pace has her off to tables to take care of others after the quick greeting.

Gabriel nods to the waitress. "Miss," is his own greeting before he makes for the bar. His eyes may be slightly shifty, but he smiles well enough as he seats himself. "Hi, Fizzlesnoot. Haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?" The helmet and gauntlets are slapped lightly on the counter rather than finding hooks anywhere on the rest of the protective carapace.

Fizzlesnoot looks up from the well as he is making drinks when he hears his name. A broad good to see you smile when he sees who it is, "Gabriel! Sure has been. How have ya been?" he then says to the waitress that he is handing drinks to, "Deliver these and find Gemini." She nods and goes off. The little guy continues to pour a few beers for the next girl waiting, working while he is attentive of Gabriel's needs, "Want a beer or something?"

"Water please, if you have it clean and it's free," Gabriel answers with a continued light smile. "Things have been just fine. Looks like you've really finished up the place. Pumping out the money that you'd hoped for?" He waves back over his shoulder toward the dancing girls and card tables. "Sure have managed to hire a bunch of staff. Congratulations to you," he states, bobbing his head once. "Found a nice little attractive Fizzlesnoot-woman to warm your bed?" he asks with a very light chuckle.

Fizzlesnoot gives a chuckles and shake of his silly little head , as he drops off the beers and grabs a water from a beer tap to bring over to Gabriel, "Nah, not for me. Thank you, It's doing alright, I'm doing much better than I was with the tailoring bit. I still work on the girls outfits here and there, mainly to keep costs down though." setting a clean water in front of the old man. "Its brought in, I wouldn't trust the plumbing round these parts. So what's got you round here? Gotta be business."

Gabriel offers a quiet thanks and gazes at the water for a moment. Came from a beer tap but brought in? An eyebrow quirks up and he leaves it alone for now. "Depends on the type of business, really. I've recently come into possession of a car, and driving was one of the simple things knocked out of my head." He raps his temple gently to press home the brief explanation. "You're the only person I know who drives around in small vehicles with wheels, and I was just hoping that you might be able to show me the ropes again. I don't need to pull of stunts or anything, just drive it. I would pay you for your time, of course. I know you're needed here."

Fizzlesnoot smiles with a nod, "Of course I'll teach ya how to drive. There's lots a people round town that can't drive anything, thought you hadda jet pack or something. Isn't that better transportation? I've never flown before, so I really have no idea." About now a pair of blonde identical twins comes around the bar, and in unison, "We got it Fizz." just as he gets going on another round of beers that he happily relinquishes to the pair, "Thanks girls." This allows him to come up to stand across from the bar from Gabriel to chat some more. A small crate being used to prop himself up to his level. "When did ya want to start? and Gonna have to use your car. I sold my van to Tek to help pay for things here."

With a chuckle, Gabriel asks, "Blonde twins? I guess that's a cross-culture cliché. Yes, I do have a jet pack, but it has certain limitations, such as range, time of flight and of course how much gear I can slap on. Everything has its own place, right?" He looks surprised that the van was sold, and his brow barely scrunches at its new owner, but doesn't make any comment on it. "Yeah, that's fine. I'll just take time out from its normal duties to practice. I could start as soon as you're ready, and thanks for doing it," he smiles. "How much do you want for your time?"

Fizzlesnoot gives a wink at the mention of the girls, "Nice eh?" waving a dismissive hand at the man when asked about pay, "Oh you don't have to pay me anything. Something like this is just a nice thing to do. Not like I'm teaching you robot combat or anything, just how to drive a car. So what else is new with you? Keeping busy fighting the good fight?"

Gabriel's mouth half-rises into a grin at the mention of robot combat, but again, he remains mum. "New with me? I suppose still busy fighting the good fight, yes. Though that depends on who's doing the asking. It's perspective, right?" he directs to the D-Bee. "Taking a job here, turning down a job there. Business is decent. I'm hoping to put the car to good use. As far as I know, no one is actively trying to assassinate me." He pauses to think about it as if it may have been a problem, but then confirms, "Yes, no one trying to assassinate me. I may be reunited with some survivors from my command." He looks over to Fizzlesnoot. "Men that I saw die, who are now apparently alive, though I've yet to see it for myself."

Fizzlesnoot gives a puzzled look at the end of what he says, "Huh? Wouldn't that be a bad thing, coming back from the dead? Not to mention the not trying to be assassinated part. Are you making that many enemies? Ya might want to find another line of work."

"Nah. Just someone took an unfortunate interest. My list of enemies isn't any larger or smaller than it was before, unless you count Tek, who's just being a complete asshole, taking offense to a non-offense," Gabriel grunts. "Hope that van gives him something to work on. Back from the dead, though?" He shrugs. "I'm not sure if they're back from the dead rather than just... a reappearance? I mean, I know that they aren't *undead* in the supernatural sense of the word. So getting in touch with them and bringing them here is a huge priority to me. Forty-seven people who I could talk to and live with who know exactly what it's like to be... me. Us. You know what I'm saying, right?"

Fizzlesnoot shows an understanding nod, "Yeah, I can relate. Forty-seven eh? That’s quite a group showing up after such a long time. Where are they right now, far?" giving only the slightest of shrugs to the comment regarding Tek. "

Gabriel is silent for a bit, then looks to Fizzlesnoot with a raised brow. "Chi-Town. Coalition found them, scrubbed them down to make sure that they weren't some kind of unwanted being, then let them loose, I guess." He shrugs, "Like I said, I haven't spoken to them directly yet. Just something that I'm jumping on doing. The car would be helpful to that end, in addition to the business."

Fizzlesnoot makes a face when the city of Chi-town is mentioned, " Oh I know that place, your friends will be alright, they like humans there. Its folks like me they dislike. Spent two miserable years living on the outskirts of the Burbs there, makes the Dregs look like a frickin paradise. Good luck on your trip there and back, not one I would enjoy."

The man smiles. "I know, Fizzlesnoot. Didn't think that you'd grin with the news. But at least they're safe, and that's really all I care about right now. The rest of the world can go to hell in a hand-basket as long as I can retrieve them." Gabriel head gives a hard nod, and he finally makes his way to put water to lips. "I'm trying to find people that I might be able to take up there with me, but... it's rather difficult. Everyone that I know has something ah... shall I use the term 'unique' about them?" His brow arches again, but he is clearly in a bit of a bind.

Fizzlesnoot nods in agreement, "Yeah, your gonna be hard pressed to find someone that can pass off for an average Joe around here. I've heard say that some psychics and mages can hide their ability from the sniffers, couldn't tell you how though. Maybe find yourself some normal looking folks that can hide it." ending with an unknowing shrug. "Wish I could help ya, I'm just not cut out for the wilderness in between."

"But you managed to make it here, didn't you?" Gabriel can't help but ask. "That was a long road, right? Don't worry, I didn't come to try and recruit you. At least human psychics and such can get some kind of pass. Maybe better if I'm able to call a head of time, so to speak. Still, if you run across someone, please send 'em my direction. I'm looking for help here I can get it. Even if it's only for an escort to the edge of the city territory and back." He clears his throat, then turns again. "You ever driven one of these NTI things? One reason it's hard for me is the six wheels and weird suspension unit."

Fizzlesnoot leans in to the old man across the bar, "Ya know, I could probably find you some Coalition identifications for anyone you do come up with that might not want to go through the proper channels. That’s gonna be harder than finding the folks in the first place. Think about it." drifting back to answer about NTI vehicles with a wave of his hand, "Oh it shouldn't be any problem, just feels different is all. Ya get used to that pretty quick. They all drive basically the same."

Gabriel smiles and nods. "I'll think about it. But when someone's doing you a favor, it's best to not take the chance of spitting in their face, y'know? Still, I'll need to see what I can find." A sigh. "I guess that's something that I've got going for me, right? I can go just about anywhere I want without being hassled? Makes it better for business too," he says with a wink. "Good that the car won't be an issue. Just getting a hang of things again. Time travel's a bitch."

Fizzlesnoot just shrugs with a subtle shake of his head, "Never done it before, sounds like it though. You catch wind of that new group with the Anhk message billboards yet. Looks like everyone is getting on the hate bandwagon nowadays."

"Eh, looks like another group. There's *always* a group somewhere at some time protesting something or other," Gabriel says with forty-three years of experience behind it. "I've seen people around wearing little pins in that shape. Apparently - now I should be the one fearing my life on the streets, not you. Wasn't there a rally about something like this? Way, way back. Long before you got here."

Fizzlesnoot gives a who knows shrug and shake of his head, "Beats me. I was thinking about seeing what their schpeel is, at least give it a listen. Can't hurt to know whats going on around you. They're probably harmless, I wouldn't fear for your life just yet." getting a chuckle out of it.

"Are you kiddding?" Gabriel looks a bit surprised. "The posters pretty much call for the extermination of humans, Fizzlesnoot." Thinking for a bit, tapping his finger to his chin, a light eventually goes off and his mouth turns into a big, toothy grin. "Yeah, there was some kind of rally in the Park. I wasn't there, but I know that Valeriya had her ass handed to her. In fact, I think I heard a rumor that for some reason she was dancing up on one of the poles right afterward. The old Ivory Lady poles, before the vampires got here. Long before. So maybe you could look into that, if you're interested in knowing what you're facing before you get there. Me?" He shrugs. "I'll just be on the lookout for people wearing an Ankh pin."

Fizzlesnoot chuckles, "Hell I don't know, just cause they wanna kill all of you, don't mean they are capable, so far its all just talk by the looks and sounds of things. The first couple of fliers they put up were kinda secretive. Even the Coalition hasn't succeeded in exterminating all of us. Genocide is a big task to take on. A waste of energy if ya ask me though. I think I will look into it, might be an interesting story if nothing else."

Gabriel nods again. "They're using more posters than Stalin and Mao, Fizzlesnoot. If nothing else, they certainly want to get our attention right now. Just don't get sucked into wanting to kill me, if that really is there thing, okay?" A small jest is made, the water downed, and he reaches to grab his three pieces of removed armor. "I should be getting home. Today's Sunday, for a few more minutes, which means that the office opens again tomorrow. Stop by sometime, you'll like my people." A playful slap is given to the D-Bee's arm, and he starts to stack on the gauntlets. "Just give me a call when you have some free time with the car, please."

Fizzlesnoot nods with a broad grin, "Sure thing. I’ll be sure to do that. An don't worry, I'm a non-violence kinda D-bee. Talk is fine, hurting others is another altogether. Sleep well friend, you'll be waking when I finally get to bed."

Gabriel's helmet is screwed on, but before the faceplate itself is closed, he winks evilly. "Thank you, and good night to you, too. Don't take advantage of the blonde twins too much. It looks bad when a woman screws her boss." An amused tongue darts out, and he takes off. Probably at a run, to get out of the 'Dregs as quickly as possible at midnight.