Nov 03 14:13:34 107 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Fri Nov 03 14:13:34 107 PA.

Bartholemew is strolling through the market at an idle pace looking from booth to booth at the junk being sold. Every now and then the hounds come barking up his tree offering drugs, begging or whatnot, the old wanna buy a watch scenario. The beggars he shoves off on their way but the other shady dealers he seems to have a quiet chat with them before they shake their head and he moves down the lane.

Vixen is currently settled away from the set ups most merchants, sitting on a hunk of rock that makes a passable seat. Her head dipped, a slender, hand rolled cig being passed between her and two others who she converses with. Her head tilted slightly, she's listening as the two talk, her expression thoughtful, lips softly pursed. Whatever they end up saying seems to be satisfying as she nods and slips a hand into her coat, producing a slender card that is handed over to one of the two, in exchange for the nearly finished cig. She sits back and lifts it, taking a slow, deep draw that is held as she glances around the market whilst they're running the card through a handheld scanner.

Bartholemew continues down the main Aisle of ragtag tents, booths and blankets stopping at one to talk to the greasy merchant with a table full of mechanical scrap. The two talk for a bit, Bart having a somewhat hopeful expression as the man seems to give some directions pointing this way and that as the two chat.

Vixen casually picks up on Bart amongst the rest of the wandering and purposeful people about. But her observation is interrupted as one of the two guys with her calls her attention back. Approval of the card. Vixen grins and nods, rising up from the rock smoothly. "Pleasure doing business with you, boys," she says, a hand lifted casually before she turns, leaving them as they put their heads together over the card. Becoming one of the wanderers, she heads off in a roughly random direction, which does take her closer to where Bard quizzes the parts seller.

Bartholemew thanks the guy by purchasing something off the table and before he goes to head out he asks the guy, which is faintly overheard as Vixen happens by and while the merchant handles the transaction, "You sure he's got what I need? I don't want to have to come back." the last part having a bit of innuendo behind it which has the merchant swearing, "Don't you worry buddy, you'll find what your looking for. I'm not lookin to see your ugly mug again either."

Vixen cants her head slightly, indeed listening. Though her expression remains serene as she adjusts her path a bit to come up to the parts seller's set up herself. "Hey, you got any decent boards today?" her latest intake of smoke released lightly as she speaks. A certain herbal smell to the smoke that marks it as marijuana. The stubby remains carelessly dangling from her fingertips. "Something worth salvaging. Might need some computer parts in reserve soon." Her eyes flick towards Bart, taking him in more openly with a thoughtful expression.

Bartholemew gives the woman a once over as she comes up, offering a somewhat friendly nod in her direction before turning back to the merchant for his credstick. The merchant gives her a big welcoming smile of a salesman eager to do business, "Over here, come take a look.." directing her to a box on the other side of the table containing many computer type cards, mostly looking broken beyond repair at an idle glance, "I know there are some good ones in there, just take a look." When the merchant finishes his initial sales schtick, Bart comments, "You work on electronics?" asking with a curious tone.

Vixen moves around a bit to peer into the box, head canted. "Might be," she says, despite the sorry look of some of the pieces. She doesn't hesitate to hunker down by the box and get her hands in, though that's after the stub gets put up to dangle between her lips. Though she did give Bart a casual nod for his own. The question gets a look up from her rummaging and she says, "Computers mostly, but I know a little about other mechanical shit." A casual swear as she looks into the box again, pulling up this and that broken board to give a careful inspection to each. One cracked, but partly serviceable board gets set on her knee before she resumes her search.

Bartholemew smiles pulling the short stub of a cigar relighting it to take a couple puffs, "How bout vehicle electronics?" continuing with a conversational tone as she rummages through the box of boards. And surprise, there is one card that is salvagable, might even be useful, who woulda thought it possible in this box of junk. "I'm in the market for someone who is a bit more reasonable than those crooks up by the landing strip. Someone just looking for a bit of side cash now and then." The merchant looks through a few other boxes tucked under the table in hopes to find something else Vixen might be interested in. "I know I got somethin that I know will interest you under here. Found it just the other day..." his voice somewhat muffled from his head under the table.

"Find it and I'll let you know," Vixen replies to the merchant before she looks at Bart again. "I'm not an operator, if that's what you're looking for. I could screw with a house's wiring, take a computer apart and put it back together and cobble together something temporary in a pinch, but if you're looking for heavy work, you'll need someone else. If you want a radio installed or something like that, I might be able to do that.. never tried setting one up in a vehicle though." She shrugs, looking down into the box again as she searches through it.

Bartholemew nods, "Ahh, just a tinkerer. I see. You wouldn't happen to know a decent one that would be fair?" With the merchant making a comment that seems more to himself than to either of them, "I know I saw it in here the other day." going into the last of the boxes under his table. Bart just shakes his head at the greasy little man taking another few puffs of his stubby little cigar.

Vixen pauses her search, only seeming satisfied with the one board. She rises with it in one hand, the other hand lifting to pluck the joint from her lips as she examines the board. "Used to. She's not here no more. Got some idiot running her place now." She shrugs, looking towards Bart. " I like to call myself a freelancer. Because every other term doesn't cover the whole. I can do a lot of shit. Just not heavy work like that. Not that I'd want to be a greasemonkey anyway.. never had the look of a good job to me."

Bartholemew tilts his head a bit, "Oh? What's your specialty? Always good to know someone who knows how to do alot of shit." a little bit of a smile as he puffs on his smoke. The little merchant guy stands up from under the table appearing a bit disappointed, "I must've sold it already." his eyes perking back up as he sees the board she has chosen, "But I see you've found something you like?" he mentions in a questioning tone.

"Computers and communications," Vixen notes to Bart. "If it involves computers or radios, I can do it. Be it making or breaking." She then considers the merchant and offers him the board. "Twenty credits for this thing. The board is useless, but I could strip some of the components. Maybe half of them will be crap, but the rest should be useful."

The merchant smiles happily with the offer, "Good enough. Your credstick please." This is where Bart steps in, "If you don't mind, I'll get that for you to give a listen to something that may interest you and earn ya few bucks. Just not here." pulling his own credstick from a pouch in his belt with a look of willingness expressed. The merchant looks between the two not really caring who's credstick is used.

Vixen smirks faintly as she eyes Bart. "I got it, man. Don't worry." She pulls out her own credstick, secreted in her coat, and hands it over to the merchant. "If you've got something that could be interesting and profitable, I'll listen. That much I can promise. Anything else.. we'll see. Does it involve a lot of shooting?"

Bartholemew shakes his head with a broad grin, the stub held in his teeth, "Fair enough. I wouldn't say that exactly, but I wouldn't count it out on my part." he states tucking away his credstick. The merchant handles the transaction returning the card back to Vixen, "Come again, new stuff every day." Bart looks to her to see which way she decides to go, willing to follow her for the moment.

Vixen casually inspects the readout on the stick once the transaction is done, making sure the amount left is right. Though it seems more a casual, automatic thing than any specific suspicion. And afterward it's placed back into her coat. The board gets to go in after, a larger pocket good enough for securing it for now. She then considers Bart and tilts her head towards the edge of the market. "Lets walk." She'll be inclined to lead him out past the edge, where fewer people and fewer ears are located. And once they have a reasonable level of privacy, she says, "So just what do you think you might need me for?"

Bartholemew taps the ash from his butt and replies when he's sure there are no ears too close, "Besides a mechanic, I'm looking to retain the services of a good comm tech. Someone able to intercept transmissions and possibly decipher them." His eyes constantly move around the area to be sure no one else eavesdrops on them.

Vixen tilts her head slightly and gives Bart a sidelong glance. "Comm tech, huh? On what sort of a basis? I'm planning something a bit big and time consuming, so it could clash with anything too deep and established. But I've got experience with listening to what people don't want listened to and extracting the occasional useful bit of information when the price is right." She considers the remaining butt of her cig, then takes one more drag off it before she tosses it aside, hands sinking into her coat pockets loosely.

Bartholemew nods with an understanding grin on the price being right. "I suppose you have no special political interests?" he inquires curiously, still keeping very aware of his surroundings. "Especially dealing with the CS?"

"I like creds, living and being free," Vixen replies. "Beyond that, most things are negotiable. Don't think you'll find many people around here that like the Deadboys. I'm not one of 'em." She doesn't seem overly concerned with keeping an eye out, but she isn't unaware of the environs. There is a light 'comfort' that the young woman has with the Dregs. "If you mean, do I mind doing things against them, not really. But like anyone who is smart, I pick battles careful. Poke them too much and they'll notice you. Then things get complicated. I like to avoid complicated."

Bartholemew seems to like her answer, "Well, there's a recruiting drive in Laramy coming up shortly...and the way I figure it they won't have a large force with them. It'll just be a small diplomatic entourage. Laramy ain't gonna want a big show of force by the CS in town, but I know there will be another group not too far off. Their escort. I want to intercept any transmissions between the two, and when the time comes, jam them. The ultimate goal is perhaps get some good equipment out of the deal while making a few more deadboys...well, dead. Bout the only thing good about them. And perhaps you learn some new codes of theirs."

Vixen tilts her head slightly and smirks faintly. "I was planning to head down that way, though on a less violent business," she murmurs. "I'll think about it. Get back to me later and we can talk more detail in a place less likely to have ears. Though I doubt anyone here would want anything more than to get a hand in of their own." She peels off a bit and adds, "I have to get some things done, but like I said, I'll give it some thought. Meet me at the Nightingale later. Have details."

Bartholemew nods, "Sure thing. see you there." giving a friendly nod tossing off the end of his butt and heading on his way.