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|Date of Scene=2017/03/17
|Location=The Tapestry
|Synopsis=In which Tubalcain discovers his warehouse needs bigger traps.
|Cast of Characters=1087, 1100
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There's been some reports going around that there is some ungainly criminal activity going on in a warehouse somewhere in Boston, somewhere in the tapestry. The Watch is a likely candidate to pick up on this intelligence and it is not exactly difficult to sniff out the whereabouts, given that well, there are a whole lot fewer versions of that city around anymore. At least with the strange 'shrinking' the 'verse has done lately the amount of people freaked out by strange characters is getting much and much less. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Right now however, the temperature in Boston is a bit chilly--averaging around 10C at the warmest during the day, with the mornings and evenings a fairly brisk 0-3C, and it does seem to be getting fairly late out here. The Warehouse itself is located near the docks, where deliverymen are regularly warned about the rats--which have carried off larger men than the henchmen currently stationed at said warehouse, which seem to be your typical New Englander shoveheads. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace is another rodentine presence on the docks tonight, apparently unbothered by the cold. Hiding is, however, considerably harder for her than it is for the rats around, considering she's eight feet tall, somewhere in the region of 500lb in weight, and covered in fur of a shade that could be considered 'laboratory test rodent white'. That said, she's got her bike - an electric model she's testing - sat behind a van, and it's from there that she's covertly observing the place, hoping to be unobtrusive. <br>Holstered alongside the fuel tank, one will find a lever-action shotgun, and a baseball bat, just in case she's spotted...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The engine of the motorcycle might have been enough to get a few of the roughs inside to get suspicious--which involves them peeking out the slat on the front of the warehouse door--though no 8 foot tall bionic woman is to be found. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey boss, I think there is someone here." <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The boston-talking tough was of course talking to The Dandy, who was kicking back with his fedora down over his face--clad uniformely in a white suit, not unlike perhaps the mouse outside. He was laying atop a pile of stacked boxes with his arms crossed behind his head, apparently catching something of a nap--what can we say? It had only just started getting dark out, and the daytime did tend to make even artificial vampires sleepy... <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tubalcain, or the 'Dandy' doesn't seem to make a big deal out of the man's warning at first, barely making a reaction, in fact. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So go check it out," he replies in what sounds like a Spanish accented voice. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace watches from her observation point behind the van. She frowns quietly as the mook gets close, though when he does, he'll be coming face-to-face with the giant mouse.<br>"Hi." she says, crouched behind the van. "Someone order a strippogram? Giant alien mouse special?" She says, somewhat hesitantly.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh yeah sure one sec I'll be right the fuck witcha--WHOOO!" the man suddenly realizes after doing a double take that the woman's voice belongs to that of an 8-foot, bionic mouse. He nearly falls right the heck over, and scrambles to get back up and pull himself up while simultaneously running to the door. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; It turns out that Leyanne is /not/ the kind of thing one wants to see while half in the wrapper, or in more English parlance, 'proper caned'. It's not even absolutely sure this man has been drinking etiher, but regardless. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "There's a--it's a--what the fuck--" the man is awkwardly trying to get back to the door of the warehouse after having ducked out to check things out. What will Leyanne do!? <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace curses as that one doesn't work... well, not like she was expecting it to. Hopefully before he can get fully into view of the warehouse, she jumps up and attempts to bring him down before he can alert the others. Shit. She pulls the baseball bat from its holster and launches it after him... this was NOT how this was supposed to go!<br>The plan /was/ to find out what they were up to. Tiny's not going to bother them over a bit of weed or minor issues like that. But then, such things wouldn't reach the notice of the Watch...<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The baseball bat, thrown through the air like the hammer of thor brings down the terrified creep as he's left lying on the ground, with the warehouse door unlocked in front of him. Score! Apparently now Leyanne is going in hot--perhaps a bit less so than her original intention, anyhow! <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The Dandy Man however has heard that, though he's not alarmed--he's actually just wondering what the heck his subordinate got himself into out there, so he finally gets up--the lazy arse--and begins to proceed outside, shaking sleep out of his eyes and senses. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace cusses at the loud clatter the baseball bat makes after hitting the back of the dude's head. "Fuckit." She mutters. "We're doin' it live." And pausing only to grab her shotgun and slip it into a holster at the small of her back, the mouse calmly walks towards the doors, retrieving her bat along the way. She holds the weapon in her right hand... the left could be considered a weapon in its own right.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; So Tubalcain Alhambra comes strutting out, looking like he's fairly casual still and not expecting at all the huge as fuck Mouse woman to come charging towards him--HOLDING A BASEBALL BAT, of all things, as well. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Tubalcain stops and peers up--from Leyanne's feet to the top of her head and the mars mouse feeler things atop her head. He swiftly reaches into the breast pocket of his shirt, pulls out a flask, looks at it, and then throws it away. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Clearly there is something wrong here, and he's hoping it was whatever hooch he had in that bottle. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace smirks at the reaction, swinging the bat around her hand. "If yer only dealing with weed or minor shit like that I owe you whatever you think's reasonable for beaning fatboy over there" she nods to the KO'd mook. "If you're dealing with shit worse than weed... you might want to get that flask. You're probably gonna need what's in it by the time I'm done with you."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Eh, he could have tripped, I guess, maybe you're just a hallucination?" Dandy tilted his head, apparently shining her on a little--he's worked with the armadillo girl that was in Concord before, so he has definitely seen some strange shit so far--but Leyanne here apparently is sort of 'sterno hangover plus LSD' territory. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Unless maybe you can tell me what I need to be smoking to see something like you, chica," he raised a brow at her, tilting his head back a fair bit to make sure he is looking at her face. He was just a bit under six feet himself, or so--so there is a size difference. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace shakes her head with a laugh "Nah man, I'm as real as they come. Multiverse is a fuckin' strange place, right?" She laughs, swinging the bat around her hand again - the other way, this time. She stops just over a swing's distance from the Dandy - far enough way that it might be considered non-threatening, but... close enough should things go south.<br><br>She hopes.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "So, I take it you didn't think there was any... cheese in there, did you? We're not dealing in cheese, unfortunately--what did you say your name was?" Tubalcain waits a moment for her to respond, before adding. "I am Tubalcain Alhambra--but my friends, they call me the 'Dandy Man', so, is there something I can help you with?" he takes out a small clove cigarette and lights up, shaking the match out before discarding it and replacing the book in his inside breast pocket. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I mean, I take it none of the boys in here ordered an 8 foot tall mouse girl," he said, matter of factly. AT LEAST MAYBE HE HOPES THEY DIDN'T. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace shakes her head "Not after cheese, nah. My mates heard there was something dodgy going on here... me and the law got different views on what's dodgy, so if there's nothin' -really- bad going on I'm inclined to live and let live, y'know? Name's Leyanne Mace. Most people call me Tiny."<br>She grins, letting the bat hang loose in her hand. Her whiskers and antennae are constantly in motion - a distant siren is tracked by one of the doodlie-boppers for a moment, and when an unpleasant scent sweeps briefly in off the water, nose and antenne recoil in equal measure.<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Yeah, there might be, what's it to you?" Dandy isn't reacting exactly hostile yet, but he doesn't seem like he'll just walk away, even when confronted with an 8' tall Mouse alien cyborg wielding a baseball bat. Which is pretty scary, don't get us wrong. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dandy watches the martian mouse's feelers, apparently noticing that this isn't just an animal person--this is something a fair bit more 'exotic' on top of that. Egads! A mutant, maybe? or some kind of... alien? It's not impossible, tons of people are technically 'aliens', especially when crossing over into other worlds. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace does have a rather obvious tattoo, now that one mentions it, a heart with text that says 'Kiss me I'm an alien' on her right breast, peeking out above her tank top.<br>"Well... see, I'm not really the lawful type." She says, pleasantly. "If you're not doing anything that'll really fuck people up... I don't have a problem with you. Keep on makin' people happy. If, on the other hand it's guns, or meth, or any of the really nasty shit in there that'll fuck up someone's day, well... this conversation isn't going to stay pleasant for long, y'know?"<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Not right now, anyway, really," Tubalcain admits, reaching up to brush some dust or debris off the shoulders of his suit jacket, looking back at the man that's just getting up. He's still rather frightened and frazzled and runs back into the warehouse, before the door clangs shut awkwardly behind him. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "And what if there are drugs? I don't suppose I can pay you to look the other way?" he asks, peering up at Leyanne still, to remain keeping eye contact. Eye contact is important for predators, that's why their eyes face forward, after all. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace 's left eye will draw the attention. It's a cybernetic replacement, and there seems to be some text surrounding the lens itself, and a faintly glowing green surround. She doesn't break eye contact either, though she does have the typical hyperalertness of a prey species with her other senses; every noise is tracked and identified for a moment. <br>She shrugs. "Depends on the drug. I mean I ain't got much problem with weed... bootleg booze I might buy off you. If it's the stuff that don't fuck yer life up... behold the field in which I grow my fucks, man, it ain't been planted in years."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nah, I threw that away when I saw you," Tubalcain casually if sheepishly admits, on the bootleg booze part, anyway. "Perhaps then I could possibly... depart the situation with your blessings then, hmm? this operation is not exactly worth my time, but I might fall under scrutiny if I'm not doing my job to my contacts," he reaches up to idly brush a gloved finger over his short, timmed moustache. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Perhaps you'd like to help me with a little job or the like? and in turn we can call this a draw?" <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace nods a little. "I ain't got a problem. Not gonna squeak on you." She smiles. "Unless of course I find the nasty shit's been pulled through here on your watch. That'd piss me off a bit." A pause at the mention of a job. Now he has her undivided attention. "What kinda job? Bear in mind, I don't hurt folks who don't deserve it, I don't guard the evil stuff, and I'm not a contract killer."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I don't know, I could use a distraction while I pull off a job somewhere, perhaps--you aren't opposed to a little peacekeeping operation, are you?" Tubalcain seems to let the subject of the narcotics operation go unheeded for now, he seems to have the mouse where he wants them with his fast-talking ways. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It would all be for a noble cause, of course," he grinned. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace nods a bit "Sounds like something I might be able to help with. Of course, I'm not exactly inconspicuous, so if it's a quiet job I ain't the mouse you want." She smiles. "Noble cause? C'mon man that's stretching it ain't it?" She laughs. "Nah. You're in it to get paid, even if there is a greater noble cause. Nothing wrong with that, of course."<br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1087|Tubalcain Alhambra (1087)}} has posed:'''<br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Quiet? Ehh, I wasn't exactly thinking quiet," gears in Tubalcain's head are turning, a plan is forming--one that utilizes said amazonian alien mouse cyborg woman. "Oh no, I'm telling the truth, I have to dispose of lets say... a very bad man. Are you in?" he looks her up and down again, as if sizing her up. <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My only question is... how do you look in a dress?" <br> <br> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Dun dun DUUUN. <br> <br>

:'''{{#var:1100|Leyanne Mace (1100)}} has posed:'''<br>Leyanne Mace looks down at herself, with a blink. "I... have no idea, actually." She admits. "This sounds like an interesting tale to tell the lads back home..."<br> <br>
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