Jan 26 02:28:23 106 PA

From Chronicles

As high class places go, this isn't too bad a spot. And once the night falls and the pall settles in, plenty of the well to do want to party. Though Vixen isn't one of them. More 'modest' and dressy attire she has not. And manner? Considering she sits deep into her booth to the left side of the room with her body angled, legs kicked up onto the corner of the table within the booth, she sees no need to be classy. But she has credits and a full glass of some manner of purplish hued libation attests to that. it's half full, sitting next to a weathered but cared for portable computer, sitting open and close to hand. Though only one hand plays idly along the keys, accompanied by a slender cord that links the machine to a spot just behind her right ear. Next to the computer, a video camera sits, along with a smaller handheld computer, both also linked to the larger portable. She's relaxed and seems pelased enough considering the smile hat graces her lips as she eyes the screen and it's dull glow.

Alistair makes his way in, already classified as a harmless meat popsicle. It's quite cold outside, and he's got a habit of not dressing for the weather these days! He rubs his arms and breathes out, relaxing a little. He waves to the tuxedo'ed guys who give him a look - incidentally, he's actually wearing a grey turtleneck today, but the stuff's pretty thin anyway. The latest fashion it might not be, but he's built well enough to make it look good. He looks about and starts towards the bar, spying finally someone whom he thinks he's seen before. He stops and watches for a few moments, hesitating.

For her part, Vixen mutely works over whatever she's doing. Something with a lot of motion as the screen flickers enough to send a varying array of light across her features. She might be familiar to some, but there's a lot about there that's foreign. In part, the pleased expression. "Dear diary.." Murmured lowly as she plays her right hand across the portable's keyboard smoothly. "..so little for the cutting room floor. Every shot has a little gold, a trace of gems. They'll eat it up, I think." all spoken softly before she pauses and picks up her glass with her left. Lifted for a sip, she glances out at the rest of the nightclub as she sets it down, spying Alistair rather quickly. Amused, she lifts her voice and calls out to him, "If you ain't even gunna be subtle about it, might as well get a closer look, boy!" Apparently, she has no discretion either. At least, not in this moment.

How unsightly! In the aristocratic sense that is, not in the literal. Alistair's features betray just a small amount of surprise however, and he aproaches. "Good evening" he greets, smiling pleasantly, "I was just remembering you from the other night and I wanted to offer my thanks" he explains, "You told the Police to leave me be."

Vixen blinks at Alistair once, as if in lack of recognition. Then the connection is made and she laughs lowly. "Yeah, you were just going home, right?" The young woman smirks faintly and lifts a hand in a casual wave, as if to brush away the thanks. "I just don't like seeing people get pushed around. But you know how it is most times." She pauses then and glances at her glass. "Though if you really wanted to make it up to me, you could buy me another." Her head tilts towards her gradually dwindling glass.

Alistair nods his head, watching the woman from where he is by the table. "It is a difficult time in a difficult world" he smiles, his gaze then following the idication towards the drink. "Oh - certainly, Miss" he replies and calls down one of the waitresses. "Could you bring the lady another one of ... " he glances at the drink, and then back at the waitress with a smile, "Whatever she is having now - this one on me". When the waitress takes the order and heads away, he turns back to Vixen. "My apologies, it seems my manners have been left behind. I am Alistair" he introduces himself, offering a hand.

"Violet Vroom, babe. Thanks," she supplies to the waitress, giving her a casual grin. And then she fixes on Alistair again. his words seem to amuse her further and she motions towards the other side of the booth. "Might as well make yourself at home," she notes before offering an equally casual, "Vixen." Leaning forward a bit for a brief handshake, though about then the portable beside her chimes softly and she glances at it immediately, studying the screen and letting go of Alistair's hand. "Good.. good.." Murmured lowly as she studies the screen. "Not bad.." Her right hand moves to the keyboard once more as she leans back, commanding the machine once more.

So he's invited to the table, but he loses attention to a machine. Despite other circumstances, that's just something worth of a sheepish smile. "Pleased to meet you Miss Vixen" he replies, sitting down at the other side of the table. It's certainly obvious that the woman isn't fitting in when it comes to attire; he glances at the club in general, noting perhaps interesting clothing, and then his attention turnsback to the young woman in front of him with some curiosity showing on his features.

Yes, tight leather is not present on anyone but her. And Vixen does wear it well. and for a few moments, she completely ignores him. Though once she seems satisfied with the machine, her attention snaps back to Alistair and she grins. "Sorry about that.. I love my work," she comments idly, her right hand relaxed along the back of her seat, the left lifting her glass up for a more substantial drink. Once that's done, she wonders, "So what's your word?"

Alistair takes note, though not for long - it isn't polite. "I can tell; it must be very fun" he smiles, tilting his head a touch. "My word? Oh ... " he blushes faintly, "I'm new here. I try to work wherever I can, I was thinking of helping farmers with their equipment and I do when possible, but the weather prevents me from helping with tilling the fields and such."

Vixen chuckles lowly and shakes her head. "No.. didn't ask what you do, man. Asked for your word. Everyone's got one.. what they want to say to the world. She reaches out idly to pick up her camera and flip out the side view screen, glancing at it as she points it Alistair's way. "Think about it.. if you could say one thing to everyone in the city, what would it be?" The red recording light pops on then. Smile, you're on camera!

Excellent. Now she'll be able to watch Alistair's face turn red over and over again in slow motion! This takes him completely by surprise and it takes him a few moments to turn his expression from 'he was surprised!' to a somewhat sheepish smile. "Do onto others as you would like them to do onto yourself. Kindness might not always beget kindness, but unpleasant things usually beget other unpleasant things."

Vixen laughs lightly at that, though not unkindly. "Yeah, if only everyone went with that one. For me, it's a first to hear straight outta someone's mouth," she notes. She considers the image in the small screen, then flips it closed and turns off the recording, laying the camera back down. "More often it's 'Do it to them before they do it to you'. Seems to come more natural to most, don't ya think?"

"Of course, and if wishes were fishes no one would go hungry either" Alistair replies to her note - without sarcasm, more in an indication of his understanding of her statement. His manner remains pleasant. "That is how it is a lot of times" his chin lowers a little, "Fear drives people to do such things most of the time. Other time it is greed. There is certainly always a reason, and it is also accepted that the best defense is a strong offense. That will not change but, it does not hurt to try and prevent people from having to live that when possible."

"And that's how you plan to get your word out there? Messing with farm equipment?" Vixen's casual question. Not showing a leaning of positive or negative, only that simple, focused curiosity of hers. "Or maybe you got bigger ambitions.. just not the cred to back it up yet. Cause that's always the big glass ceiling.. if you don't got the cash, it don't flow."

"One person at a time" Alistair replies, "It is all I can do for now. Someone suggested that I should help teach the letters and numbers to children at the hospital" he adds, "I haven't tried that yet" he smiles and hmms softly. "Oh, I have not thought that far ahead. I suppose I would not be a good person if I was placed high up" he shrugs his shoulders a little, "But I can't be certain. And what do you do Miss Vixen or, what is your word?"

Vixen grins idly and says, "Well, I'm planning big. Got a little traveling money I brought with me.. enough for the right gear and the skills to set it up so my word, and I got lots, will reach the whole city." At least, those willing to tune in for a listen." She slips a hand into her coat and picks out a slender object. A sticker. Back background.. violet lettering. Should be familiar. She passes it towards Alistair. "Don't got just one word. Never could let it be that simple."

Alistair reaches over to take the sticker and read it. "So you are a complicated lady" he's actually teasing a little, but it's all in good spirits. "I suppose a lot of people have many things to say, but they'll choose one to stand behind usually." He looks back over at her, smiling.

"The best kind," Vixen states with a sly grin. "Well, for those that like a challenge, anyway. Most boys don't seem to like that kinda depth." Her shoulders given a casual roll in response to that. She picks up her glass, just as the next is being delivered. With a grin she tips her current one back, draining the rest dry. Not a true quaff, but again it runs against the refinement level of the club. Not that she seems to pay it much mind, handing the empty to the waitress to be taken away. "Then those people that got a word to get out are in luck. Vixen takes requests." She shoots Alistair a grin.

"Ooh" Alistair's brows hike up. "Are you planning some sort of broadcast? I wonder what people will say" he comments, leaning back a little. "I assume your plan is a secret. What do you do?" he inquires curiously. "It looks like you are good with ...computers? Or is it media?" he smiles.

"I can do anything with computers. Build them, tear them apart, program them.. everything. I do media too. I know my fair share about broadcasting, getting that sort of set up to work. What I've got is a bit crude, but it should suffice. Unlike the big names, I don't have millions to spend. Though I haven't done too bad so far with a few hundred thousand.. just looking for a little free space to set up shop. A place that's discreet.. stable. Once I get that going, I'll be ready to get started." Vixen glances at her computer when it chimes again. Though this time she only looks at it, forgoing more finger manipulation as she continues to speak. "What I do is what needs to be done. I work the streets, work the people, record, edit, splice, compose music, and burn the mix to PDD. Or I will, once I get a listener base with a hunger for knowledge and some places to sell the product."

"Oh, just a few hundrem thousand" Alistair comments with good-natured amusement. "But you are telling all this to someone who is a stranger to you" he smiles and hms softly. "I think maybe you are trying to do a good thing. That is always a worthy thing, and if I could I would help you in some way." The Alistair seal of approval!

"Not too hard to get that much if you've got some skill with a gun, good armor and an ability to avoid death," Vixen points out with a sly, sidelong glance towards Alistair. "I'm telling you some things, sure.. after all, you never know who might have the location I'm looking for. You might think about it a bit.. if you got any place or know anyone that's got a little room to spare and won't charge much for it." A little prod, but one she moves past without lingering. "It'll help some people, probably.. and it'll make me a little money on the side. After all, you gottta eat. And eventually upgrade. I got a lot of ideas.. just not the capital to work 'em. Though some ideas are just too big."

Alistair smiles apologetically, "I am new here ... " he points out, though he doesn't outright decline to help. "One location might be nice to stash things in and I might be able to help but, where will you send from?" he inquires, and nods his head. "Strange, you do not seem to be hurting for money. Have you tried to work with local radio and other broadcasters for a start?" he then reconsiders that, "I imagine you must have."

"I'm freelance, I don't work with them.. at least, not when it comes to my broadcasting. I might do a little work to get to a story.. after all, what better way to walk into a dangerous situation than with a cadre of gun totting folks around you? Then I can do my kind of shooting in peace. But after that, it's all me. To tell the truth, getting the gear cut deep into my funds.. I'm going to need a refill eventually to upgrade, but for the moment I'm comfortable.. Got a place in this Inn for keeping my crap for now, but I ain't broadcasting from here." Vixen shakes her head. "All I really need to broadcast is a small room, cause my gear is as pick up and go as it gets. Good for if the place I'm at gets to be.. undesirable for whatever reason. Though if you got a suggestion, go on and lay it on me."

Alistair considers the apparent pun in the first bit for a few moments. "Oh!" he starts a little, "I think you should not make broadcasts that are particularly undesireable by the authorities here. They will probably not have a difficult time finding you. But that is only a guess on my part. Also a room in someone's place, if you do make such broadcasts ... you put them in danger or in unpleasant situations. In that case, you should be ready to bail them out, or not do it." He puts a finger on his lips, and smiles, "And you should broadcast under a false name - someone local who is no longer around. It can be a great way to be close to people."

Vixen grins idly. "Oh, you can relax.. I know about keeping things on the low. Though I don't plan to antagonize 'the man'. At least, not without something juicy falling into my lap," she states. "But you know how it is.. tell the truth enough and you'll get on someone's bad side. I already got screens up, but if worse comes to worse I guess we'll see how things go in the end." A shoulder is rolled then. "Could do someone's place, but I don't know anyone here anymore.. been a few years and things didn't stay the same since I was here last."

"A lot of buildings have boiler rooms and other places that tend to be left unattended for long times" Alistair suggests. "It just may be difficult to run an antenna to the top. I do not know much about this town yet but, it appears like the dregs may be a reasonable place to broadcast from if you get some security ... " he pauses and thinks about things for a short time. "I am no expert however, these are ideas off the top of my head" he smiles.

Vixen shakes her head again. "If I'm going to do work in a place for a while, I'm going to want to be comfortable.. dingy boiler rooms won't cut it. I'm hoping to live where I work. Would make things a lot easier in a lot of ways. Though not for free, I'd pay my share of whatever rent there is. I'm no bum. Just looking to keep expenses on the low. The less I spend on living, the more I can spend on talking."

"I will ask around" says Alistair, nodding his head. "You never know, someone might be willing" he smiles, shrugging his shoulders a touch. "It sounds fun anyway. Were you filming a fight the other night? Someone was hurt" that of course being an understatement. "Or ... something."

"A vampire, man," Vixen states. "Looks like there's some making trouble around here, so you'd best get some stakes and a good cross and keep 'em with you." She slips a hand into her coat, drawing out a carved wooden dagger. "Not really my best weapon. But then I got this little pretty too." She slips the dagger back into her jacket, drawing out a small silver cross on a chain. "Figure this should do for keeping them away. But I guess we'll see, won't we?"

"Stakes?" Alistair frowns faintly, "But they are pretty strong, no?" he looks at the cross and nods his head a little. "What is going on with this fog?" he asks curiously. "And the weather, sometimes it has been very strange. Or perhaps most of the time?"

Vixen shrugs. "Winters are cold. But the fog.." She shakes her head slightly. A pause and glance to the side is given before she leans to the side a little, a bit closer to Alistair, but not really close enough to do much, her voice lowered subtly. "If what I saw was right, there was a fourth guy there before.. another vampire, I think. He was fighting with the three that attacked us," she notes, brows rising slightly. "Two of em are still out there.. the ones that attacked us. That much you can be sure of."

"Ooh ... that is scary" says Alistair, crossing his arms over his chest tightly as he leans forward a little. Isn't he just so pure, innocent and defenseless? Teehee. "The police seem to be chasing them. Probably a difficult job, right?" he looks up at her, "Finding them, that is, it looked like they were ready for a fight."

Vixen shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Probably got some people that know how to handle things.. would be stupid if not. But vampires aren't usually a big problem here.. or weren't before, at least." She pauses, considering. "Way I remember it, weren't too many most times, though there'd be the occasional blip." she shakes her head slightly then. "But don't go by what I know.. I'm out of date. Just gear up.. that way if worse comes to worse, you got a fighting chance. That's going to be the first thing I get out there once I get set up."

"I suppose I'll have to sharpen some sticks" Alistair smiles. "Do you come here often, Miss Vixen?" he inquires - he moves to the edge of his seat, perhaps fixing to head out. "I should be going, but this conversation, like yourself, were interesting. It might be fun to talk again" he offers. "And I wonder why the authorities are not informing people then."

"Like I said, for now I live here," Vixen states. "This is a good enough place as any for a little drink while I work. Better than being alone in my room too." His comment on the talk and her get him a sly grin. "I can be very interesting, especially after a few." She need not put too much into that to send it off into blue territory. And just as quickly as she slips into it, she slips back out with a casual answer to the last, "Dunno.. maybe you should ask them?"

"Perhaps I shall come find you some time then" Alistair smiles and stands up, "It was a pleasure" then he blushes faintly - he gets it. "Oh ... " wanting to be clear about things right away, "So can I, but I reserve that for a special lady" he explains. Teasing is one thing, leading on is another after all. "Why I should. I think I shall."

Vixen chuckles lowly. "Catch you later, man." The words of parting entirely without blue, though her amusement lingers as she looks towards the computer again, checking it's progress before lifting up her refreshed drink to take a smooth, casual draw on the contents. Enough diversions, back to work for her.