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Cloak and dagger....
Fransisco stalks back in.
Liz looks up from where she's cleaning the rifle, and stands immediately
at the look on your face.
Fransisco sits down in his chair, growls for a moment.
Fransisco says, "some new punk in town."
You say, "You OK?"
Fransisco shakes his head, "almost ripped his head off in the delerium."
You say, "Right...you need to eat."
Fransisco says, "fed on the way home."
Fransisco says, "idiot was tailgating me."
You say, "Right, you need to spar. Or something, get out that aggression."
Fransisco drums his fingers on the desk.
Liz puts down the gun and offers you her hands. "Tell me what I can do to
help."
Fransisco stands up, resolute, he opens the cabinets with a key. "test out
the blades, find one that feels right for you."
Liz blinks. "The antique bl....sure." She looks at the varying lengths and
styles, finally choosing a simple Roman-style short sword.
Fransisco nods, "thrusting weapon, the edge is superfluous. how does it
feel in the hand?"
Liz frowns. "Tip-heavy, really."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "it's supposed to."
Liz tests it. "And a little clunky. But then...these were to be mass-
produced, you said before?"
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco picks one out. "Agincourt longsword. Used in the battle of
Agincourt where Henry V of England defeated a much stronger force of
French in the hudnred years war"
Liz compares the two. "The Agincourt blade looks...well, sharper. And less
clunky."
Fransisco nods. "longsword, wire wrap, reasonably well balanced. This one
was used by one of the English earls."
Fransisco says, "thinner blade, point sharper, and the edge for slashing."
You say, "Bet the Roman blade is harder to break, though."
Fransisco smiles, "i'm not about ready to break test these."
Fransisco says, "the roman blade is also much duller."
Fransisco says, "it's basically an oversized dagger."
Liz nods. "I wouldn't be so worried about holding it naked in my hand."
Fransisco says, "i'm going to make you one."
Fransisco says, "I just want you to see what's comfortable."
You say, "You're going to...make me one? Of my own?"
Fransisco nods.
Liz smiles, stress forgotten. "That's so nice of you! This one is all
right. But I like that one..." she points to a thin German blade "the
best. I tried out the replica in the lodge."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco picks up the german blade, eyes it.
Fransisco says, "you will have it, then. A present for you."
Fransisco smiles.
Liz blows you a kiss. "And actually sized for my grip..I think I'll be
really ready to learn then."
Fransisco smiles.
You say, "Are you all done with all your other projects, then?"
Fransisco nods, "for now, I have research to do before I can start the
next one."
Liz nods. "What do you need me to do to help you with this one?
Fransiscosmiles, "not a thing."
Fransisco says, "I'll have you test the grip when I make it."
You say, "All right. Well, after your night, mine seems so boring."
Fransisco sighs,"oh?"
Liz nods. "I just got your present and Phillipe's."
Fransisco chuckles, and grins.
You say, "And ordered some other things."
You say, "And...I looked into the mail registry at the Inn."
Liz looks up at you, cautiously.
Fransisco smiles at you.
Fransisco says, "find anything?"
You say, "Well..nothing I recognized, but maybe we should go take a look
and see if anything means anything to you?"
Fransisco considers, nods. "works for me."
Liz hands the sword back to you to put away safely. "We can go anytime."
Fransisco puts up the blades, locks the cabinets, and takes your hand in
his. "now works well for me." He smiles.
(Travel snipped)
Fransisco hops in the explorer and revs it up.
Fransisco says, "i still have yet to figure out why phillipe insisted on
this big thing."
Liz swings into the passenger side.
Lobby--Grove Park Inn
Tastefully appointed, with deep carpeting and dark wood, the Grove Park
Inn lobby would scream money if it was polite to scream. As it is, it is a
masterpiece of architecture and decorating, the wallpaper patterned linen
and the lights brass ceiling fixtures. A passage leads to the left,
towards rooms, and to the right a lounge and restaurant gleam.
Contents:
Fransisco
Obvious exits:
To Rooms Restaurant/Lounge Golf Course Front Door
Fransisco looks out, eyes the golf course.
Liz waves to the guy behind the desk. "Hey, Dave." He glances over at you
both inquiringly. "Ethan around?"
Fransisco watches, looming behind Liz.
Fransisco looks around, nods to the holiday patrons filtering in and out.
Dave shakes his head. "Nah, he's back seeing to the nightly pool cleaning.
You back now?" He peers at you both curiously.
Liz shakes her head. "Tomorrow. Listen, do me a favor? Run in back and see
if I have a paycheck waiting?"
Fransisco seems to relish the odd stares his blue jeans and flannel are
garnering in the upper-class patrons.
Dave grins. "Greedy. I'll go look." He disappears in the back room. Liz
promptly taps out a few things on the computer. "Mail...log....ah! There."
Fransisco steps around the desk and looks over your shoulder.
Liz points to a few places. "There, and there. Those are the large packages
mailed on that date." The names are Cynthia Sturdevant and the initials
J. P. R. "That's it."
Fransisco nods, "check the records to sturdevant here, was there one
staying here at the time."
Liz nods. She taps in a few more things. "Cynthia Sturdevant, vacationing
from California."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "how'd she pay?"
You say, "Credit card."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "everything checked out fine, then."
Liz nods. "I also saw her out during the day.." she murmurs as she taps in
a few more things.
Fransisco says, "takes care of that."
You say, "J. P. R....could be James Patrick Rosenthal, left the next day,
or J. P. Roosevelt, account closed two nights ago looks like...or Janine
Pamela Ruiz, still here..."
Liz keeps tapping on the machine, frowning. "Or Jason P. Roback..."
Liz looks up as a crash issues from the back office and winces. "Shit,
Dave.."
Fransisco chuckles.
You say, "That's all it could be. Roback, Ruiz, Roosevelt, or Rosenthal."
Fransisco says, "it's roosevelt"
Fransisco sighs.
You say, "So that helps?"
Fransisco nods, "well, ... it's something at least. Not sure if it helps."
Fransisco says, "how long was his account active here?"
Liz nods. She closes the program. "He closed his account two days ago, it
says. It was active from March through, but not many charges on it."
Fransisco says, "check robak and rosenthal"
Fransisco says, "no need to jump to conclusions yet."
Liz nods, doing something else to the machine. "Rosenthal was here a week,
left the day after the package was sent. Roback has been here since around
the time I got sick, and still here. Ruiz...a week, still here.
Fransisco nods. "rosenthal, more information."
Liz mms. "From New York City, showed up with his wife and teenage
daughter. Shannon was hitting on her something awful..least I think it was
her, may have been someone else with that accent."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco considers.
Fransisco says, "kyla has one hell of a new york accent, he could have
brought her along with as cover..."
Fransisco thinks "what did the wife look like?"
You say, "Never saw her. He was a little short fat guy, though."
Fransisco says, "well, that's not roosevelt, to be sure... little short fat
guy..."
Fransisco considers.
Fransisco says, "two packages were sent of that size, does your log give
destination?"
Liz nods. "I need to make this fast, though.." She pulls it up. "One was
destined for New York, one for Boone."
Fransisco says, "I can deal with dave. Which one was which?"
Fransisco says, "and why doesn't the package to the reservation show on
the log."
You say, "Could have been rerouted?"
Fransisco says, "fine, who sent which?"
You say, "The one to Boone is the J.P.R."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "get a tracking number"
Liz nods and pulls it up. She rattles it off to you.
Fransisco says, "can you track that?"
You say, "Not in this period of time, I need like ten minutes.."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "dave have any girls around here that he likes?"
Liz starts tapping on the machine anyway, as the door opens. Dave sticks
his head out. "Nothing here..." He looks at Fransisco standing behind the
desk and blinks.
Fransisco smiles at dave, kicking in that ubercharm, "Hi Dave" He smiles.
Dave grins at the guy. "Hey. You know, you're not supposed to be back
here...you might get us all in trouble."
Fransisco says, "yeah, well. Actually, you got a girlfriend?"
Liz snorts under her breath.
Fransisco smiles, digging in his pocket with one hand.
Dave looks uncomfortable. "Well, we, er...no."
Fransisco says, "got a girl you like, then?"
Fransisco smiles.
Liz taps a few more things in. Dave shakes his head. "Nnnnnnnooooo..."
Fransisco looks at Dave for a moment. "right."
Fransisco says, "Liz, I'm going to kill you."
Liz mutters "He's GAY, Sisco.."
Liz then hears what you were saying and looks up. "Huh?"
Fransisco mutters, "I noticed"
Fransisco smiles at liz.
Liz flashes Sisco an innocent smile and keeps doing what she's doing.
Fransisco smiles, saunters over to Dave. "Well, we wouldn't want you to
get in trouble now, would we?"
Fransisco says, "see, I'm not behind the desk any more."
Liz bites her lip to keep from laughing. Dave swallows hard. "Umm..no,
you're not."
Fransisco says, "see, no problem, then."
Liz says over her shoulder "Dave, if you try to steal my boyfriend, I'm
going to make sure you clean rooms for a week!"
Dave looks indignant.
Fransisco chuckles quietly. "oh, no fear of that."
Liz makes a printout and looks over it. "I mean it, Dave. Washy-washy. Or
maybe the kitchens with Rico."
Fransisco hands Dave a $100 "Merry christmas, buy someone something
special."
Fransisco smiles.
Fransisco walks back to Liz.
You say, "OK, Sisco, I've got my time for the next week. We can go now."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco waves to dave on the way out.
Dave sticks his tongue out at Liz behind Sisco's back. She just looks at
him serenely, answers in kind, and walks out.
Fransisco steps out the front door.
You step out the front door and into the parking lot.
Parking Lot--Grove Park Inn
A small parking lot, usually about half filled with cars. Mercury lights
keep the lot safe, even at night. In season, a small stand is at the
entrance of the lot, selling bushels of peaches.
It is bitterly cold (-2 degrees Celcius), and clear skies. There is not
even a whisper of breeze.
Contents:
Fransisco
Obvious exits:
Grove Park Inn Out
Fransisco says, "what'd we get?"
You say, "I got my schedule, and I also got the tracking. The package went
to Boone, and was routed from there back to the rez."
Fransisco says, "that was the one sent by our jpr, right?"
Liz nods. "The one you said...Roosevelt."
Fransisco says, "or rosenthal."
You say, "One of the two, yeah. I can remember the name Roosevelt,
presidents and all."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco sighs, pockets the paper. "I'll need this."
Liz nods. "Sorry if it wasn't much help."
Fransisco says, "it was, just not what I wanted to see."
Fransisco says, "just doesn't make much sense."
Fransisco says, "where to?"
Fransisco smiles.
You say, "Well..maybe you could run it by me? Wherever. It's a long night,
you know."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco heads back out onto the road.
(Travel snipped)
You unlock the lounge door, and move inside.
Delirium - Private Lounge
This is a breathtaking room, quite simply. Oak panelling, trim that
may or may not be silver, carving here and there of leaves or oak clusters.
There's a long table in the center of the room, with thirteen chairs, one
of them raised slightly on a dias. In one corner, there's a short, but
well-stocked bar with a mirror behind it. Carpeting of crimson below,
sprinklers above.. there's a sturdy one-way fire exit built into one wall.
Contents:
Fransisco
Obvious exits:
Main Room
Liz follows you silently, letting you think.
Fransisco looks totally unphased by the finery of the room, making his way
to a chair on the right side of the table, next to the head.
Liz blinks, looking around. She still doesn't say anything, but as long as
she's been going to the Delirium, this throws her.
Fransisco says, "okay."
Fransisco says, "the girl was murdered and a note was attached to the
body."
Liz nods, listening.
Fransisco says, "the note was attached with a pin that is the personal
symbol of the leader of my kind here in the city"
Fransisco says, "the box was signed with the initials of his sheriff."
Fransisco says, "sent to boone, then routed back to the reservation."
Liz sinks into a seat slowly, listening intently.
Fransisco says, "so, the question is.. would murphy be dumb enough to put
his personal sigil on the box."
Fransisco says, "further, would the sherrif be dumb enough to sign for it
himself."
Fransisco says, "now... if murphy wanted to start a war with the werewolves
of the reservation.. this would be a prime way to do it.."
Liz blinks. "Werewolves?"
Fransisco says, "oh, sorry."
Fransisco smiles.
Fransisco says, "we're not the only creatures of legend."
Liz nods. "I'll ask later. Go on." She drags her mind back to the important
stuff.
Fransisco says, "however, there is another one of our kind who is out on
the reservation, that we don't particularly care for. This might have
actually been a message to her. She's rather.. racist against europeans."
You say, "Oh, lovely."
Fransisco says, "my initial reaction was, in fact.. 'murphy, what have you
done?' but then I thought, no, he wouldn't be dumb enough to have done
that himself and signed it.. it was obviously a setup job."
Fransisco says, "so I turned my eyes everywhere else but him."
You say, "I can see why. The guy I met yesterday didn't act like a killer.
I was wondering how he ate."
Fransisco says, "the young girl with rosenthal may have been roosevelt's ..
companion.. she has the accent. you never saw the wife, and murphy could
have been Rosenthal himself... the girl may just have been cover."
You say, "Rosenthal didn't look a thing like Murphy."
Fransisco says, "signing the package to JPR would immediate raise Roosevelt
as the culprit until you think that he probably wouldn't have signed for
it himself either..."
Fransisco nods, "Murphy doesn't look like murphy.. he can disguise his
appearance, which by all regards is normally quite gruesome.
You say, "Maybe he didn't think you'd look there. I mean...when this
happens, were we together? No."
Fransisco says, "not yet, but I already had my eye on you."
Fransisco smiles.
Fransisco says, "Marianne runs the place, william lived there..."
Fransisco says, "celina could have been trying to draw attention away from
her to the city... trish could have wanted to start a war to oust murphy
from power. Same with william and marianne."
Fransisco rattles on, heedless of the names you are hearing.
Liz says slowly "Maybe...whoever did it, didn't care?"
Fransisco says, "I could be giving these people credit for being far more
crafty than they are."
Fransisco says, "though obviously by sending the package to boone, they
were trying."
Fransisco says, "did we ever look to see how rosenthal paid?"
You say, "I did. Credit card. All legit."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "well, this wouldn't discount murphy by any means."
Liz thinks for a moment.
You say, "I don't know what to say, love. I don't know any of these people
except a couple by sight, and Marianne by work."
Fransisco nods.
You say, "I think I'm more scared by the idea whoever it is just didn't
care..or was buying time for something."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco says, "or, just sending a message."
Liz murmurs "Anna didn't deserve this."
Liz frowns. "I just don't get it. Why ANNA?"
Fransisco says, "she was an indian."
Fransisco says, "if the message was to celina.. she is the one who is the
racist.. anti-european, indians are supreme."
You say, "About as much as I am. We have the blood, but not the ways."
Fransisco nods.
Fransisco shrugs.
Fransisco says, "When I find the killer, I'll be sure to ask."
You say, "When you find the killer, do I get a piece of 'em?"
Liz's eyes glitter slightly.
Fransisco smirks, "you can try, but don't get killed."
You say, "You can hold 'em for me."
Fransisco smirks.
Liz grins at you. "So. What's the summary? Either someone was really
stupid, or didn't care, or covered up really well."
Fransisco says, "that would sum it up."
You say, "Where's Agatha Christie when we need her."
Fransisco says, "the problem is that roosevelt is the sheriff."
Fransisco says, "and if he's involved. then our investigator is not likely
to be doing his job."
Fransisco says, "which leaves me."
Fransisco says, "and as far as I can tell, I'm the only one that cares."
Liz winces. "Ah. I'm sorry."
Liz whispers 'I need to start carrying stakes around or something..'
Fransisco says, "you said the daughter was cute? can you describe her?"
Liz nods. "She was like five-ten in heels, blonde from a bottle, suntan by
wolffe beds."
Fransisco considers.
Fransisco shakes his head, 'not kyla.'
Fransisco sighs.
You say, "I don't know Kyla, but I'd know this girl if I saw her again."
Fransisco says, "could have been another of murphy's girls."
Fransisco says, "he's got quite a collection."
Fransisco sighs, "let's go outside and relax." He smiles, "longest night
of the year, I shouldn't be cooped up in here."
Fransisco stands up and takes your hand.
Fransisco leaves for the club.
You leave for the club.
Delirium - Main Room(#8700RJM56)
Odd.
That would be a good description of this room.
To enter, one had to pass through a black fire door, and one is instantly
thrust into a strange new environment. The room is pentagonal, one 'point'
being cut out to be the exit.. the room seems made of concrete painted a
deep midnight blue. Above you, is blackness.. no, wait, it's just a steel
catwalk, painted black.. and you may hear the sounds of boots there, if
you listen. At the far end of the room is a long bar of oak and chrome..
the wall behind a bank of televisions, all showing something different,
but no sound. What sound there is, is the sound of having fun.
Off to one side is an open space, leading to a room from which all
sorts of video games and billards crashing together can be heard. There are
other exits, most parked: 'Private', and there are, of course, the
requisite restrooms. Most everywhere you look, there are friendly and
helpful white t-shirted 'Delirium' crew members, to help you out.
- There are important things in +view, please read it all. -
Contents:
Fransisco
Sylver
Murphy
Man in a brown suit
Obvious exits:
Foyer Catwalk Private Door Private Lounge
Fransisco comes out of the lounge holding hands with Liz.
Sylver looks confused at something, and shakes her head, looking at at
Murphy. (She's sitting in his lap)
Liz lifts Sisco's hand to her lips and kisses it.
Fransisco chuckles.
Fransisco nods to Murphy, if he cares to look.
Murphy glances and nods to Fransisco and Liz. "Having a good evening, you
two?"
Fransisco smiles, "just doing a little research, got a copier around here?"
Liz winks to Murphy.
Murphy hmmms....
Liz squeezes Sisco's hand and heads over to the aging Space Invaders game.
Fransisco sees that the timecop game has been replaced.
Sylver lifts a brow, then looks over her shoulder to follow Murphy's gaze.
Fransisco says, "see you got the victimized game replaced."
Fransisco says, "some kid shoved the gun through the glass the other night,
quite a mess."
Murphy kisses Sylver gently and murmurs, "I have to pop into the office for
a minute, pet. I'll be right back."
Sylver nods, and slips off Murphy's lap.
Murphy slips out of his seat. "We have a copier in the office. What's this
about someone smashing one of the games?"
Fransisco unlocks a door, and moves inside.
Murphy unlocks a door, and moves inside.
Dah...duh. Dah..duh. Dah...duh. Liz thwacks the buttons aggressively and
shoots up little harmless aliens.
Sylver watches Liz with wide eyes, her hands linked behind her back.
Dahduhdahduh...Liz rocks the game, she's pounding so ferociously. She's
apparently known to some of the regulars, who watch and cheer. Apparently
she's always like this.
Sylver merely watches, saying nothing, seeming more curious than anything
else.
DahduhDahduhdahduhBOOM! "Shit!" Liz curses and smacks the side of the
machine. "Piece of..I was UNDER that shelter!"
Sylver blinks, now seeming surprised and a little worried.
No one else is. "Better luck next time!" someone calls as Liz feeds the
game another quarter.
Sylver tilts her head, looking confused and curious, taking a tenative,
cautious step towards Liz and the game.
Dah....duh. The game starts out slow again, and the player's eyes are fixed
on it intently.
Sylver drifts ever so slowly closer, like an animal unsure of an offering,
her eyes searching Liz's face.
Liz is totally focused. The buttons get beaten again and again.
Sylver finally stops approaching a little out of arm's reach, her gaze
mostly staying on Liz's face, but occassionally darting to the game that
keeps her so rapt.
Dah.Duh.Dah.Duh. The little aliens are now visible, dancing across a
screen. Liz is evidently controlling a "ship" at the bottom, blasting
little light beams up at the aliens. Still totally focused, each shot she
hits makes the aliens dance faster.
Sylver frowns slightly, considering this, trying to understand it.
Dahduhdahduhdahduh The aliens are firing back, trying to hit Liz's ship.
She finally fires a shot at the last alien and hits. "YES!!!"
Sylver blinks sharply, her eyes darting back to Liz's face.
Liz exults, and then focuses again as even MORE aliens appear on the
screen.
Sylver looks slightly worried when the exhultation vanishes as quickly as
it began, and she chews her lower lip lightly.
It happens a few times. Twice the ship Liz controls gets blown up with a
BOOM, which makes her swear and hit the game.
Sylver flinches away when she hits the game, and after the second time she
takes a nervous step back.
Liz gnaws her lip, ignoring all around her but the video game.
Fransisco appears from the door marked: "Private - Office"
Murphy appears from the door marked: "Private - Office"
Liz is evidently trying to beat the circuits out of Space Invaders, as
usual.
Sylver looks to the door as soon as it opens, the relief blatant on her
face fading when she sees Fransisco, then renewing when she sees Murphy.
Quickly she hurries over to hug him.
Murphy slips up behind Sylver and hugs her lovingly.
Murphy chuckles softly and murmurs to Sylver.
Murphy whispers to Sylver.
Liz yells "SHIT!!" again as her last ship is blown up. "Godforsaken piece
of crap..you're as bad as Pong, and about as outdated, and I don't know
why I bother!" That said, she swings around to regard the rest of the
club.
Fransisco says, "don't stick your hand through the glass, please."
Sylver looks confused...then flinches and curls up against Murphy as Liz
explodes.
You say, "Huh? Oh, I won't."
Fransisco nods.
Murphy hugs Sylver close and murmurs lovingly, "It's ok, sweetheart.
People do that when they play those games."
Murphy looks over toward Liz and chuckles, teasing with, "Would you rather
I installed Pac-Man?"
Fransisco nods to Murphy and Sylver, "Rote violence seems to have become
once again an acceptable method of sending a message."
Sylver calms considerably, and hugs Murphy, listening.
Liz looks more exhilerated than pissed off. "I just don't know why I pump
quarters in that thing." An off guess would be because she enjoys it, but
she looks like she'd deny it. "Nah, it's better than all the martial arts
crap games."
Murphy nods. "Better they take out their frustrations on a machine than on
each other."
Murphy gently and lovingly strokes Sylver...each touch almost leaving a
glowing trail in her hair.
Liz bounces over to Sisco and kisses him on the cheek. "Sorry. I had to
get out my tension at Dave for him hitting on you."
Fransisco smirks.
Sylver closes her eyes, smiling softly, enjoying the gentle touch.
You say, "I mean, really. With me right there."
Murphy chuckles softly and relaxes with his beloved while watching and
listening.
Fransisco laughs, "I was running interference for you."
Sylver opens her eyes and looks over at Liz and Fransisco, smiling.
Fransisco grins at Liz, picks her up, twirls her around a few times, and
sets her back down again.
Murphy chuckles softly and nuzzles Sylver gently.
Liz giggles and smooches Sisco on the lips. "I feel better."
Sylver beams and hugs Murphy delightedly.
Fransisco says, "good."
Sylver tilts her head as Murphy nuzzles her, growing still.
You say, "So, what now?"
Fransisco says, "a good question, to be sure."
Murphy looks up and chuckles. "It seems to me you kids should go enjoy the
holiday, yes?"
Sylver looks over at the two and smiles, eyes sparkling.
Fransisco chuckles at murphy, "hey, I thought I was the old man around
here?"
You say, "I am enjoying the holiday."
Sylver grins widely, her eyes taking on a mischeivious glint.
Murphy chuckles. "Well, you know the traditional means of enjoying this
holiday, even if your family *did* do its best to stamp them out, Senor.
So it seems to me the two of you should do something about reviving those
traditions, yes? I know Sylver and I are going to..."
Fransisco chuckles.
Murphy looks down at Sylver and laughs in a mixture of love and
amusement. "Imp! Just wait til I get you home."
Sylver looks innocent.
Sylver giggles, softly, covering her mouth.
You say, "Umm..I don't know those.."
Fransisco says nothing.
Liz looooooks at Sisco.
Murphy chuckles.... "Don't worry, I'm sure Fransisco can remember them, if
he works hard enough. If not, just look for your friendly neighborhood
pagan..."
Fransisco grins, points at murphy, 'ask him'
You say, "All right...." She looooooooks at Murphy. "Give."
Sylver looks up to Murphy, still smiling, looking curious.
Murphy chuckles and stands, lifting Sylver in his arms as if she were a
rag doll, and cocks his head in Liz' direction. "I'm sure you can figure
it out, Liz...after all, Yule is a celebration of life and pleasure in all
its sweaty, slippery, glorious manifestations."
Sylver grins and hugs Murphy's neck loosely as she is picked up.
You say, "Umm..right. It's also damn cold."
Murphy heads for the door, his arms cradling Sylver lovingly. "That's what
warm blankets and a nice fire are for, hmmm?" The lilt in his voice is
shamelessly teasing...the way you'd only expect from a brother or close
friend.
Kyla slips into the room, her bright demeanor gone. She manages a smile as
she sees Murphy and Sylver.
Sylver looks over to Kyla and frees one arm from around Murphy's neck to
wave, grinning.
Liz looks over at the newcomer and waves. She's boggling at Murphy.
Murphy is headed for the door, carrying Sylver. Seeing Kyla, he waves
cheerfully.
Kyla smiles now to Sylver and Murphy. She cocks an eyebrow at Liz as she
waves, furrowing her brows, not recognizing her.
Fransisco shakes his head quietly at something, then nods to Kyla.
Fransisco has an arm around Liz.
Fransisco looks around as the sudden silence, Kyla's entrance has stunned
the room.
Kyla smiles to Murphy, shaking her head, waving them on, "Go on. Have
fun."
Murphy chuckles. "You too, Kyla. Find yourself some fun and enjoy the
night. You deserve it."
Liz looks at the woman again, and whispers something to Sisco.
You whisper 'That's Kyla? I've never seen her around the GPI.' to
Fransisco.
Fransisco nods to Liz, "okay"
Murphy carries Sylver out of the club, chuckling and nuzzling her lovingly
as he goes.
Kyla smiles, "I will try..."
Murphy heads out towards the foyer, through the great vault door.
Kyla's bright green eyes move over to Liz and Sisco again, mming softly.
She chooses a seat alone.
Fransisco nods to Kyla, "celebrating the long night by yourself?"
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