Gad About Town

[zen_navigator]

Who: Dirk and ?
When: Late morning/afternoon day 79 (backdated? backdated.)
Where: About town. Feel free to find him anywhere on the main paths.
What: Discovery! Adventure! Poor first impressions!

This hasn't exactly been the best of weeks for Dirk. Exciting, maybe, on the being kidnapped and being made a lab rat front, but all in all he'd much rather have had all of the exciting matters happen within the walls of 33a Peckender Street, London. Or, at the most, on some blissfully tropical island where drinks are served with tiny umbrellas.

This place is very solidly neither of those, but now that he's more or less settled in for the experience whether he likes it or not, he figures the least he can do is get out and try to figure out what's going on. It's that thought that leads to him wandering about town today. Occasionally, he wanders over to check out a building or peer into a window, but he's generally just getting a feel of the place.

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[dowhatisays]

Clearing out the church basement room and making it acceptable for poker playing has been a longer task than first envisioned. As soon as they started pulling out some junk they started finding out more and more. Not to mention there's about a foot of dust on everything.

Charlie takes a break half-way through this day of cleaning to have a cigarette. Yes, they're rationed and he only has a few left. But fuck it, it's been days and he's desperate for one. Parking himself on a wobbly chair outside the church door, he lights it up and takes a slow, appreciative drag. That is good stuff.

Accept... out of the corner of his eye he sees some movement, and standing slowly he moves to investigate. Just in time to catch Dirk trying to peer through one of the basement windows. Huh. Too bad he doesn't have his gun.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He'll try to make his voice sound as intimidating as possible to make up for it.

[zen_navigator]

Well, it's definitely an intimidating enough voice to make Dirk stand up and pay attention, but he's not going to be especially scared until the guy starts actually threatening him.

He throws on his best disarming smile, but he'd like to keep out of arm's reach for the moment, so he doesn't offer his hand to shake. "Just having a look around. I confess to being curious about the town. This is your church, or are you just a patron?"

[dowhatisays]

"Do I looks like a fucking priest or something?" Charlie recognises the false bravado trick - it's a useful one in his line of work, too - and plows right past it.

"Things don't always turn out well for people fucking peering through windows, no one ever told you that?"

[zen_navigator]

"They usually pay me for it. I'm a detective." He smiles at that, more real and pleased than his previous smile. Despite his spotty record of success, he is quite proud of running his own business.

He continues on, despite the fact that he doesn't seem to be getting much of anywhere with this guy. "And no, you don't look like a priest," He squints at him a moment, as if trying to decide what he does look like. A bank manager that's just been fired, maybe. "But I'd rather ascertained that the accommodations around here are limited. A church isn't a bad place to sleep for the night if it's all you've got."

[dowhatisays]

"And yous don't look like a fucking detective." At least he's never seen a detective with hair like that. (Not that he can judge, much. He's nearly out of pomade by now.) He could be worried about someone arriving and proclaiming themselves a detective, but it's not as if there's police here. Or jails. Or any laws, as far as he can tell...

"Either ways, jobs ain't worth shit in this place."

[zen_navigator]

He's not exactly sure what makes him not look like a detective. It's a mildly insulting thought, and he nearly hands over his business card to prove himself. But, again, he's going to leave himself some defensive space here, and it doesn't seem like the guy is terribly interested anyway.

"So what's so important about the church, if it's not your home?" He does seem awfully touchy about an innocent peep through a window.

[dowhatisays]

"The fuck do you care?" Charlie takes a long drag of his cigarette, and then realises that's probably only going to get this guy to ask MORE questions and re-evaluates. "We got a games starting in there this week. Just doing some preparations and shit."

whoopswrongaccount YOU SAW NOTHING

[zen_navigator]

He's just going to avoid the first bit there. He's assuming it's largely rhetorical anyway. Games, though, that sounds like something he might be interested in. As long as it's not russian roulette. "Ooh, what sort of games?"

I SAW EVERYTHING

[dowhatisays]

"Poker. Why, you interested?"

[zen_navigator]

"I might be. I might be." By which he really means he's way over his head here. "Always been more a Go Fish man myself, but I might be interested in a game." What kinds of poker are there again? He's vaguely aware of the rules to one of them. Texas Hold Up? That can't be right.

"Not much stakes to play with around here."