<span style="font-weight: bold">@ Ome (Stella):</span>The Firin' Oziran continues his discussion with you a little while longer, before getting up to leave for an appointment; after a while, some general provisions, bookings, some up-front pay, preparational packets, and a magnetic keycard are given to you, and the secretary tells you to be at this building by four o' clock tomorrow...<br/><br/>((Everyone – I'm going to skip to Stella's match soon and jump ahead of you all so that she doesn't have to RP a day of possibly nothing – I'll try and keep it in a number of posts that will make it so that we can re-coincide with times soon enough.))<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ TaciturnTiger (Jori):</span>The wolfish rookie gives a handsome smile as he shuts the door for you.  He comes around the side of the car to get in the driver's side, before his cell phone rings...<br/><br/>“Excuse me, I have to take this.  Be just a sec.” He breathes.  The sun had toasted the dashboard and the car was getting warm, and he scratched his eyebrow as a bead of sweat formed.  “Oh, could you please start the air conditioner, just on low?” He asks, before shutting the door gently and turning to talk.  There are faint murmurs of his conversation, this's and that's about crystals and toasters and what-have you...<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ Arsony (Amsar):</span>The boy blinks once, and his cowering ceases somewhat as he takes the two coins and stares up at you.  A million things are likely flitting through his mind, including how easily you could have torn him apart or swallowed him up rather than this measure of kindness.  He deposits the firearm in his back pocket and slinks away.  “Yes ma'am... I'm sorry...” He murmurs in a tone that reflected some actual sincerity.<br/><br/>As the two women catch up, he's bolted, ducked an alley and out of view.  They take their purses back with thanks, each offering you a ten-credit chit gratefully.  In actuality, not even knowing that you'd given up the coins, they were offering you maybe a quarter of what the gold was worth, if that, as such things carried more weight and solidarity.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">@ KavenBach (Santi):</span>Shari smiled broadly, her eyes reflecting mischievous and playful nature.  Taking your hand she shakes.  “Two hundred credits for an easy afternoon a reasonable start?” She asks.  “We'll order dinner too, and we've both had our shots and records of, so we can guarantee your health.” Shari promised, before motioning you on out the door after her and passing Tim, brushing his hand.  He stood, looking up at you with surprise, and then back to his girlfriend.  His face flushed tomato red, before following you two sheepishly out, an ample tip left on the table behind him for two cups of coffee.  They would stop by the bookstore, Shari buying a stack of pulp periodicals and Tim, a murder mystery or two.  Shari turns to you, and offers to buy you something to read as well, if you'd like, though she'd made it clear that you weren't really going to be reading at home...