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As it is, though, you couldn't tell by looking at him. He's kicked back, looking mostly relaxed, legs out straight in front of him and ankles casually crossed. He's wearing casual and comfortable wear, though one of his usual t-shirts is noticably absent. Probably didn't want any rude questions from uptight security, his chrome alone would get him enough negative attention. Black slacks, a blue t-shirt the same icy color as his eyes, and a thin black synthleather jacket, today. Nice and laid back looking, but of a decent quality so he didn't look like...well... a Shadowrunning Street Samurai, flying into the Tir.
He's doing a good job of the 'about to go on vacation' look, too, shooting only the occasional glance at his watch, around the terminal for the rest of the team, or at the flight schedule monitors.
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- Connor Hathaway (16:28:19/10-14-61)
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Quinn walked down the concourse towards the Cinanestial
terminal. He's got a faux-leather duffel bag slung over a
shoulder and he's dressed like Joe Average; probably all of
his clothes are available from The Gap. Chewing a piece of
gum, he dumped his bag into a chair across from Connor
and sat next to it.
"Anybody else show?"
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- Adrian Quinn (17:55:43/10-14-61)
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He shakes his head, "Not yet. But they will," as he sits up in a more 'polite' posture to talk with Quinn. Kicking his sneaker-clad feet off his own synthleather black duffel, he straightens up to a more normal sitting posture, looking a little less like he owns the place.
"It's gettin' towards crunch time, though. Ready to rock and roll?" he asks with a hint of a smile.
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- Connor Hathaway (18:01:37/10-14-61)
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"Ayup." He reaches into his jacket. Pulling his ticket chit out
he looks at it curiously. "How the hell do I tell if I got a window
or aisle seat?"
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- Adrian Quinn (18:12:08/10-14-61)
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He tugs his own (now mildly crumpled -- Connor can't take care of anything but his Elfpretty face, and his guns) ticket packet out of a pocket, and looks it over. "I dunno. I'd guess an A seat would have to be on one of the ends, right?"
He just shrugs again, glancing around, "Not that it really matters. Ain't the flight I'm worried about, it's where we're going."
"Tell them. Let them know. They should know, they need to know, they deserve to know. 'Hi guys, I think I should mention something. I have no idea who I am -- no really, not a joke -- but part of the reason I'm going to the Tir is to find out if it's home sweet home. Thanks for coming along.' Yeah, Hath. That would go over real well."
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- Connor Hathaway (18:19:38/10-14-61)
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"I don't exactly relish it either. They're supposed to be tighter'n
a..." He looks around. "Well, you know. Tight."
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- Adrian Quinn (18:59:47/10-14-61)
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His lopsided grin returns, "Yeah. I know."
He shrugs again, and sticks his ticket back inside his jacket. "It'll work out. We'll turn it into a pleasant lil' vacation, yet."
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- Connor Hathaway (19:01:24/10-14-61)
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Not wanting to make much of a scene before they even got off the ground, Kes willingly lets the airport security freaks check over her electronics that she did bring with her. Pulling the next to unoticeable wires from her ears she hands over the music player. "C'mon guys, I just want to listen to something other than the stuffy businessman beside me on the flight."
Once she's handed back her tattered nylon backpack, she stuffs her things back inside and slings it over her shoulder. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans she looks like your typical college student as she heads for the Cinanestial gates, that is if you could dismiss the datajacks as 'normal'.
When she spots both Connor and Quinn waiting in the chairs, she picks up her pace and bee-lines for the two of them. "Evening fellas, hope I'm not too late to crash the party." Kes' eyes glitter with confidence, any trepidations she seemed to have the night at the Hollow Point seem to have vanished, or she's gotten damn good at hiding them.
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- Kestral (21:47:46/10-14-61)
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"Nope, I just got here myself. Grab a seat. We're probably in
the 'cattle' section." Quinn tries, and fails, to find a
comfortable posture in these damnable airport chairs.
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- Adrian Quinn (22:08:45/10-14-61)
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"Interesting, but acutally if those chairs look as comfortable as your face seems to reveal them to be, I'll stand." Kes flashes a quick smile at Quinn and carefully sets her bag at her feet. "I take it we're ready to get this over and done with?"
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- Kestral (22:15:04/10-14-61)
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"Yeah, but we're bound to wait more than five minutes. Your
feet will hurt. Trust me."
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- Adrian Quinn (22:19:02/10-14-61)
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"My feet hurting I can handle, my back however, that's a whole different story." Grinning broadly, Kes finds her own solution to both 'problems,' she kicks her bag till it's in front of Quinn and sits down on the floor next to the chairs. "There, problem solved."
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- Kestral (22:22:06/10-14-61)
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The assembled runners notice Adrian's bulk parting the throngs of kinetic-class wageslaves
with his linebacker-sized body. He's wearing an extra-extra-large knit sweater and
khaki slacks, and has a black, canvas bag slung over his back. The glasses he's wearing give
him an almost scholarly look, unusual for a man so impressively huge. He's not wearing them
for corrective vision though; he's catching up on the news and current events as the
data is projected onto the surface of his Yamatetsu-made retinas. Shiawase and
Gaeatronics tangling in court...talks between the Native American nations over land rights
breaking down in council...renewed policlub violence in the Italian city-states... Some things never
change. No serious news about the Tir however, no overt clues as to what this
might be all about.
He stands over the others and glances down at one of the
eggshell chairs. "There is no way I'm even going to try." He unslings the
bag and drops it heavily onto the ground. "Greets all 'round."
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- Adrian Zhei (10:30:23/10-15-61)
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"Learn anything new, big guy?" The mage nods to the glasses.
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- Adrian Quinn (14:54:05/10-15-61)
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Connor's in no mood for more of Kes's "I'm a bitch, just I just hit puberty" attitude, so instead of dropping a half-dozen teasing one-liners at her expense, concerning comfort and back-pains, he amuses himself by flipping through the "GeNuINe UndERgroUNd" publication he'd picked up someplace. Bunch of college-age kids pretending to go against the grain, but spouting the same pro-Corp rhetoric that every other mass-produced media tool did. The comics were funny, though. Like Neil & Bob. Those wacky orks.
"Orks? Hey, Connor. They have Orks in the Tir. You know the Tir, right? Yeah, it's that country you might be from. But you aren't sure, so you're going there. Yeaaaah, that country. You should probably mention that soon, to someone, since it might come up and all."
He ignores the nagging conscience-like voice in his head, and instead nods a greeting to Alpha, even if he is a Round-Ear Pinko Commie Bastard(tm).
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- Connor Hathaway (16:05:35/10-15-61)
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"Nope, came up empty. The Yamatetsu brain I tapped didn't know jack shit about bio-engineering in the Tir. Or else he really didn't want to tell me about it." He grins widely. "Don't know why, I'm such a charmer."
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- Adrian Zhei (23:35:37/10-15-61)
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The Elf offers nothing but a simple smirk in reply to Alpha's joke, not wanting to be downright offensive to anyone, what with the team about to tackle a notoriously difficult area for Runners. No need for dissension, or anything.
He glances around again, and shoots another quick look at his watch. "All we need now is lil' Miss Blue, and we'll be set, with a good hour an' a half to kill."
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- Connor Hathaway (23:42:11/10-15-61)
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Kes looks up, all the way up to flash a smile and greet Alpha. "Heya Mr. Man." Kes looks back down and grabs her backpack, quickly undoing the seemingly complicated knots keeping it closed and retreives a small trid player and a small case of chips. She looks over at Hathaway for a moment, "We gonna talk shop before we leave, or are we on 'vacation' till at least Blue arrives?" Waiting on his answer she unravels her small earphones and plugs them into the trid player.
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- Kestral (22:17:19/10-16-61)
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He shrugs, "Up to you all. If you've uncovered some gem of information that can't wait 'till she gets here, by all means, share it. If not, I don't see the harm in takin' a break for a few minutes, at least."
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- Connor Hathaway (23:54:32/10-16-61)
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Blue strides through the airport terminal, her coat flapping around her calves in her haste. Her sunglasses shielded eyes scan different waiting areas and the flow of traffic around her ceaselessly. Her head pauses in its arc when she notes the rest of the team, but she continues her confident jaunt with a deliberate setting of her jaw. If you're late, you have to suck up the guaranteed comments and wise cracks.
"Sorry." She drops a small bag next to what passes for a chair in airport chic interior design and collapses bonelessly to the hard plastic. "Had to find a kennel."
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- Blue (23:46:17/10-17-61)
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He cracks the first grin, "'Find a kennel,' huh? So that's what kids these days call it, for those special goodbyes to loved ones...."
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- Connor Hathaway (23:47:31/10-17-61)
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Quinn laughs to himself and pulls a screamsheet out from
his coat. He begins to fake-read it.
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- Adrian Quinn (23:48:32/10-17-61)
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Blue slants a scowl toward Connor, "Shut your hole, Connor. Just making my apologies in general. What'd I miss?"
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- Blue (23:50:53/10-17-61)
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He shakes his head, "Not much. Just all of us sitting around, bad-mouthing you, and making jokes about you fucking your mutt..."
He laughs, and raises his hands in a mock-defensive gesture. "Okay, okay. Seriously -- not much. Just us waitin' on ya, and generally agreeing that it's gonna be a helluva ride."
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- Connor Hathaway (23:54:14/10-17-61)
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Blue crosses her arms over her chest and slouches into a slightly more comfortable position on the seat. "Yeah, well, so long as we land right back here in our respective single pieces, I'll be a happy little elven girl. We have any new info that's just dying to be poured into our mostly pointy ears?"
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- Blue (22:50:36/10-19-61)
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"Sonics won last night." Quinn remarks from behind his screamsheet.
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- Adrian Quinn (22:57:18/10-19-61)
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"That's not news. That's a fuckin' miracle."
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- Blue (22:58:50/10-19-61)
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"It's also about all my contact with Yamatetsu knew. Or would tell me at least. Bastard hung me out to dry." It's honestly hard to imagine any labcoat-clad researcher having the balls to piss off Alpha. Even the idea of it is pretty funny.
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- Adrian Zhei (08:22:08/10-20-61)
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Connor grins and shakes his head, "Maybe he just didn't know anything, Alpha. Don't go beating on the poor pencil-neck when we get back..."
The Elf's half-hearted teasing is interrupted, however, by a quiet bippity-beeping from his watch. He reaches down and presses a button, and glances around the assembled team. "Hour and a half. Might as well head over to check-in and all that, get our stuff stowed away."
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- Connor Hathaway (08:56:05/10-20-61)
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"Right." Alpha hefts the black canvas bag over his shoulder, adjusting the weight so that it doesn't dig into his back. "Let's go."
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- Adrian Zhei (09:13:02/10-20-61)
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"You're kidding, right? You aren't carrying that on?" Quinn looks
genuinely astounded. As if someone in their right mind would
never check baggage on an airplane.
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- Adrian Quinn (13:27:16/10-20-61)
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"I'll carry it on if they let me. If not, it's nothing I'm too attached to." Alpha shrugs, his tone impassive.
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- Adrian Zhei (14:12:51/10-20-61)
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He shrugs, too, hefting his small black duffell, "If it fits, I carry it with me. If not, I ain't gonna start mowin' down airport security just t'take it on board with me."
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- Connor Hathaway (14:29:39/10-20-61)
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" 'Check your bags at your own peril' should be written over
every check-in stand. They'll end up in Tim-fuck-too." He grins.
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- Adrian Quinn (14:45:39/10-20-61)
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"Then I hope Ms. Leather-elf has some clean boxers waiting for me across the border. Though I'd imagine my size must be pretty hard come by in dandelion-eater land." He smirks at Quinn and Connor.
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- Adrian Zhei (15:27:45/10-20-61)
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He grins and shakes his head, "Yeah, we don't make 'em that small over in the Tir."
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- Connor Hathaway (15:38:29/10-20-61)
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Alpha chuckles, "What, do you special order yours then?" He turns to the others, "Okay, we should get moving. I could keep this conversation going all day."
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- Adrian Zhei (15:41:45/10-20-61)