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birthright_rpg2013-12-10 01:59 pm
ghargreaves) wrote in birthright_rpg2013-12-10 01:59 pm
When in Rome
The sound of the slot machines was becoming a white noise as Gerald sat in the lounge at the the Golden Nugget. After checking in, and placing a call to Julianna at the university, leaving a message with her secretary when informed she was in class, he had spent a good while studying the large chunk of gold that was on display. His research into the nugget had revealed no known indicators to cause him to be interested in it other than as a purely aesthetic pleasure.
He sipped at his gin and tonic, flicked a glance at his watch, and returned to reading the book that sat on his crossed knee. Just as he settled into the next paragraph he heard a small cough and looked up to see a young man, smartly dressed, approaching. From the description he had been given it could only be the driver who'd been arranged to take him to the location, the Ragnarok bar, where he was to meet the person, Livia, regarding something she had come across. There were various points on the globe he still wanted to study, and the deserts of Nevada was one, but the lack of archeological discover made it difficult to justify the time and attention to the area.
As the car eased out onto the Strip, Gerald adjusted his sunglasses and hat, his brief case resting on his lap. It was a relatively short journey, in the air-conditioned comfort, and soon the older Watcher was following the young driver into a 'haunted house'. He found it somewhat amusing the mock features, and wondered what the clientele of the establishment thought of the accoutrement. Descending the stairs he removed his sunglasses, slipping them into the inside pocket of his jacket as they crossed the sparsely populated floor. Clearly the demon world was not into 'afternoons' in this part of the world.
He sipped at his gin and tonic, flicked a glance at his watch, and returned to reading the book that sat on his crossed knee. Just as he settled into the next paragraph he heard a small cough and looked up to see a young man, smartly dressed, approaching. From the description he had been given it could only be the driver who'd been arranged to take him to the location, the Ragnarok bar, where he was to meet the person, Livia, regarding something she had come across. There were various points on the globe he still wanted to study, and the deserts of Nevada was one, but the lack of archeological discover made it difficult to justify the time and attention to the area.
As the car eased out onto the Strip, Gerald adjusted his sunglasses and hat, his brief case resting on his lap. It was a relatively short journey, in the air-conditioned comfort, and soon the older Watcher was following the young driver into a 'haunted house'. He found it somewhat amusing the mock features, and wondered what the clientele of the establishment thought of the accoutrement. Descending the stairs he removed his sunglasses, slipping them into the inside pocket of his jacket as they crossed the sparsely populated floor. Clearly the demon world was not into 'afternoons' in this part of the world.
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"I'll keep it in mind," she promised. Although, more likely, the manageress would half-forget the establishment's name, wander into somewhere completely different and get deeply involved in a one-sided conversation with someone's dog.
"Anything more I can do you for? I suspect ain't much one for the, um..."
A pint of finger was given to the ceiling, indicating the haunted house attraction above their heads.
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"I will contact a few people I know who could be interested in your item, and let you know if there is a potential buyer." He held out his hand to her. "It's been a pleasure, Ms Livia, and I will be in touch soon, hopefully with some good news with regard to your item."
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Whether he planned to walk out the door or engage the decidedly non-human bar-tender in further conversation, Livia had work of her own to get back to and gave a wriggling wave of fingers in farewell, calling over an assistant. There were important matters to get ready for tonight, like some replacement lighting, choreography and whether that next batch of chocolate digestives had yet been delivered.
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The driver was waiting there and opened the door for Gerald as the Watcher approached. Settling into the back seat he pulled out the instruction Livia had given him and handed them over to the driver once he was in his seat. "I want you to take me there tomorrow..."