un: sling shot | audio | after wedding no. 2 goes awry

[slippin]

Hey. [ The voice coming through your magical doohickey is low and maybe congested. Whatever this is doesn't sound like good news. Then the speaker clears his throat, continues in lighter tones, his cadence practiced: ] Are you somewhere private? Because that would be a good place to be right now.

[ There's a good twenty-second pause filled with ambient train noise. Time enough to close your communicator, make your excuses. ] Great. [ Again: it doesn't sound great! ] Um. So, uh, earlier this afternoon as I was leaving the movie theater, I bumped into the bride-to-be...or not-to-be...Like. [ A single solid clap. ] Bam. Well, her little attache case went flying and in the course of helping her, you know, recombobulate herself I may have glimpsed a thing or two relevant to our present circumstances.

[ A beat. Hastily: ] Not weapons. Nothing like that. [ Please don't commit unilateral or joint murder based on his intel! ] But, okay, before we go any further, I've got a few questions for you:

Do we know anyone onboard whose name starts with C? As in crazy, or camembert.

Have any of you talked to Prassenze? [ Rest assured: he mangles the pronunciation. Maybe he'll figure it out by the third wedding. ] Had a little heart-to-heart?

Uh, and last but definitely not least, what the hell?

Great. [ Great! ] Thanks. Over and out.



[ ooc: threadjack away! mod-provided deets on the suitcase's contents are here, since jimmy will share all that info but it'll be run through a jimmy-filter and he's allergic to being direct.

(also if your char would want to talk to him in person, lmk and I can do a starter for that!) ]

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[slippin]

Christ, I hope not. [ A—mildly theatrical—sigh. ] He does strike me as the kind of guy who'd make his own kids call him "conductor."

Whoever it was, though, they were doing her a favor. From the sound of things.

[downswing]

Speak plainly.

What have 'glimpses' revealed?

[slippin]

[ Like it's so easy!! ] Okay. There was this letter—you'll love it, it was short—that was newer than the rest. I could tell from the paper, you know? Crisp.

It went something like...what you want can be achieved, but it can have dire—no, drastic and dangerous effects. And Firo deserves the truth. Signed "C." [ Does he pause to allow this to sink in? You better believe it. ]

So we're looking for someone who cares about Firo and also isn't afraid to harness the power of alliteration.

[downswing]

The bride courted danger. A risk.

[slippin]

[ Transparently pleased: ] It was a hazardous proposal.

So, uh, I guess you ask, what's worth that?

[downswing]

True love.

[slippin]

[ A pause while he frowns at his watch. He can't actually argue that nobody's ever bent themselves—or hell, reality—a little out of shape to better fit with someone they loved. ]

I'm not saying it's not a sweet story, but...come on. [ His voice dips, then firms up. ] Many people truly love money.

Or maybe it's, uh, freedom, maybe she's on the run.

[downswing]

Or perhaps true love.