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[flame99]

Tarak shifts a little away from the android sitting next to him and clears his throat.

"Uh, my design? I s- suppose so. I don't believe we've met, call me Tarak."

I go by Day Zero, myself. Project Daylight, should formalities ever be needed.
He turned to a passing member of the waitstaff.

Ah, waitress, mind bringing me any word of those in need of covert operations? Legality is no issue. And a bit of spare cabling if you've got any.

Well, Tarak. Given that you're simply sitting in a seedy restaurant, I suspect we may have a potential for business together. Interested in mercenary work of questionable legal and moral stance?

[ZalkozDestbro]

Sig stood up from the warpath created by a cat or so he has heard and just heads inside the closest establishment in which he could find a seat and possibly some work.
"Anyone here looking for a hired gun?" he asked the entire room.

[blazing glory]

"No way we're fixing this on a single shift, I'm headed to the Proper Planetworm."

Head for the Proper Planetworm.

[SOLDIER First]

Calanthe sighs.
"You're right. I need to blow off all this steam anyways, before someone gets their neck snapped."
He follows Casira to the P.P.

[Aseaheru]

"Hrmm... Perhaps food might help... Tad peckish myself..."
 Owen straightens, then heads to the nearest fast food spot, where he proceeds to shift his pack on entry, causing his kit to clink together in an interesting way. Atleast, one interesting to anyone looking for an hired gun. He appears not to notice the commotion going on with the android. Atleast, not yet.
 He then goes to order a small steak for the cat and a meal for himself, with the steak in a doggybag and the rest being something he can eat while he watts for the steak.

Spoiler: How he looks at the moment, incase someone wants/needs to know. Also OOC. (click to show/hide)

 Short, dark hared, wearing generic coveralls that show his shoulders, and their tattoos. Some parts of his hardsuit are worn, namely his left arm set , the "spine" and some of the detachable innards of his helmet. The rest is in a large pack attached partially to the spine and partially to his coveralls. his knife is clipped to his coveralls, and the outline of his rifle shows faintly against the material of his bag.

I assume that this is a fast-food place.

[_DivideByZero_]

Nivian chuckles at the spectacle between two androids. She walks over and whispers at them, briefly glitching her outline when they look over.
"Humanoid bodies are so vulnerable. Limbs are obvious grappling points. Would one of you like some help?"

[~Neri]

"Hrmm... Perhaps food might help... Tad peckish myself..."
 Owen straightens, then heads to the nearest fast food spot, where he proceeds to shift his pack on entry, causing his kit to clink together in an interesting way. Atleast, one interesting to anyone looking for an hired gun. He appears not to notice the commotion going on with the android. Atleast, not yet.
 He then goes to order a burger for the cat and a meal for himself. All to go, of course.

Spoiler: How he looks at the moment, incase someone wants/needs to know. Also OOC. (click to show/hide)

 Short, dark hared, wearing generic coveralls that show his shoulders, and their tatoos. Some parts of his hardsuit are worn, namely his left arm set , the "spine" and some of the detachable innards of his helmet. The rest is in a large pack attached partially to the spine and partially to his coveralls. his knife is clipped to his coveralls, and the outline of his rifle shows faintly against the material of his bag.

I assume that this is a fast-food place.

((This is a combination restaurant and bar. Sorta fancy but not really. It also is heavily spider themed for some reason.))

Nivian chuckles at the spectacle between two androids. She walks over and whispers at them, briefly glitching her outline when they look over.
"Humanoid bodies are so vulnerable. Limbs are obvious grappling points. Would one of you like some help?"

((Coulda sworn Tarak was organic and not an android.))

[_DivideByZero_]

((We are giving you the benefit of the doubt. We all know everyone wants to be a robot.

But, in all honesty, Zero said Moore was an android, so my character decided to take his word for it.))

[Aseaheru]

((Updated my post a bit.))

[IcyTea31]

Rook glances at he commotion. "Please, Mr. Moore, I'm sure Day Zero just didn't know how you would like to be called. It's all a misunderstanding; you don't need to get belligerent."

"You got any idea how well any of this stuff burns? The stuff on the menu, of course."

"I didn't really even look at it, just asked for the special. Maybe try something very sugary or fatty? Name's Rook, by the way."

[Lenglon]

"Hrmm... Perhaps food might help... Tad peckish myself..." Owen straightens, then -leaves-

I watch the man say something about food, then get up and leave.
He didn't try to grab me, and he said something about food...
I watch the man leave from my hiding place, then attempt to sneak out of the room where everyone is mad at me.

[IcyTea31]

((Um...))

"I don't believe we've met, call me Tarak."

[_DivideByZero_]

"I didn't really even look at it, just asked for the special. Maybe try something very sugary or fatty? Name's Rook, by the way."

Nivian turns back, hoping Rook didn't see the glitch in her appearance.
"Oh, if that's our naming format then you can call me Queen. But I usually go by Nivian."

She turns back toward the grey-skinned android-like person, interjecting before Day formulates a response.
"Well, I saw him trailing you out on the streets a while back. I bet he knew your name before he asked. That said, he's got quite a talent for stalking. It'd be a shame to call the police on him, wouldn't it?"

[flame99]

She turns back toward the grey-skinned android-like person, interjecting before Day formulates a response.
"Well, I saw him trailing you out on the streets a while back. I bet he knew your name before he asked. That said, he's got quite a talent for stalking. It'd be a shame to call the police on him, wouldn't it?"

"I am a skilled tail, but you, Mr. Moore, are not a target.

Tarak unhands Day and sits back down.

"I uh, I apologize for my outburst, I don't like people saying my first name. For personal reasons."

"But I'm curious, how do you know it?"

"In actuality, you'd said it, rather than your last name. Replaying audio logs...
Unhandled Exception: Reference Error (no file 'running_logs.wav')
Damnable machine... You'll have to take my word for it. And I think you could use a new hard drive as well...

[_DivideByZero_]

"Ooooh, suspicious don't ya think? Denies it, claims to have evidence, then fails to produce evidence to the contrary with the processing power available. You could use an upgrade, Zero."