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The Elf knows Kes couldn't grab the bag up quicker than him if she tried, and Blue's too smart to go flexing her 'ware here in the airport, so he's a few steps away before they can protest. He's either being politely gallant, he'll demand oral sex in order to give their bags back, or he just wants to rifle through their stuff and make then do the 'Run without panties on. With Connor, it's even odds.
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- Connor Hathaway (21:15:06/10-20-61)
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Quinn rolls his eyes and proceeds to the ticket counter.
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- Adrian Quinn (21:19:51/10-20-61)
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The team works its way through the noisy crowds to the Cinanestial ticket counter, where a male elf in a dark green, silver and white uniform awaits the next customer with a polite expression on his face. Soon it's the team's turn.
"I know I got that crap in here someplace...g'ah, it's so weird not wearing a gun. How do people manage it?" He keeps a half-wary eye on Buff Keeb, as he switches from hand to hand, searching his pockets. "Yeah, so reaching into my jacket in front of this guy's not real bright, but I gotta get that paperwork together. Okay, got the passport, got the medical records, got the ticket, got the Visitor's Authoriza--He wants to do what to my chrome?"
He pulls his hand out from within his jacket, moderately crumpled paperwork firmly in grasp, and mentally replays the last bit of the speech in his head. "Christ, he's not kidding. This guy probably couldn't kid, if he tried. They wanna...they're gonna... Blah. This will be weird." Without verbal complaint, though, he steps into line behind Quinn.
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- Connor Hathaway (17:21:50/10-22-61)
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The elf bares his teeth in another one of those polite smiles as he waits for the others to get in line. "Window," he replies, glancing at Quinn's tickets. He doesn't say anything more, however, obviously wanting to wait for everyone to get their act together before continuing.
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- Double Take GM (17:35:23/10-22-61)
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Alpha quietly steps into line behind Connor, ticking off in his head the
list of cyberware he's had installed, and which components the
Tir might be able to shut off. Fortunately, you can't shut off bone lacing or
dermal sheathing. He continues to go down the list while waiting with his
ticket ready.
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- Adrian Zhei (18:04:23/10-22-61)
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As Kes gets her bag back from Connor, she blinks quickly, overhearing the plastic elf behind the counter mentioning something about deactivating cyberware. "Oh yeah, this is gonna be REAL good for our group..." Somehow she manages a smile to the guy behind the counter as Alpha steps away. Setting all of the paperwork up on the counter almost like she's done this before, she tries to turn her charm up a notch. "Is there any chance I could trouble you for an aisle seat on this flight?"
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- Kestral (19:57:37/10-22-61)
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Glancing at the girl's paperwork, the elf nods. "Aisle seat, same row as your friend," he says, watching Blue step up last. It's clear he doesn't quite know what to make of her, but he'll remain polite simply because that's in his job description. Even if he has to kick someone's ass, he'll be polite about it.
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- Double Take GM (22:08:11/10-22-61)
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With everyone lined up and handing in their paperwork as asked, he begins the task of checking each one. Connor's smartlink induction pad in his hand is fitted with a plug sort of patch that disables the use of the smartlink. Restraints, which some call cripplers, are fitted over the entrance holes for his cyberspurs on both arms. A little piece of equipment is passed near Connor's head that temporarily scrambles his headware radio. They even manage to switch off and keep off his wired reflexes. The rest, since they obviously can't get at it with even some science fiction gadget, is left alone. Kestral's datajacks are left alone; even in late 2060, datajacks are still legal. Alpha's smartlink and cyberspur are disabled, and Blue's wired reflexes, smartlink, and audio recorder are disabled.
But his Wires? Oh, yeah. He had as much chrome in just his spinal column alone, boosting reflex time, pushing his body to even it's limits, as most "street sams" had in their entire body. He didn't always have it turned on, mind, but he knew it was there. He could feel the speed just below the surface of all his movements, waiting to be released. Without it? Imagine driving a car that you know can't get out of first gear. Yeah, sometimes crusing along at 15 mph is fine. But you know that even if you had to go faster than that, suddenly you can't.
With a smile to cover up his sudden fear -- "Fear? Christ, Connor, calm down. You're in an airport. You'll be on a plane. Then they'll turn it all back on. Get a grip." -- he shows the man his synthleather duffel. "Packed it myself, and I've got my fingers crossed it'll fit into an overhead compartment, or whatever." His other hand settles his paperwork onto the counter.
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- Connor Hathaway (22:44:10/10-23-61)
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"Of course," Mr. Charm replies with a smooth, lukewarm smile, taking care of Connor's paperwork with deft, efficient movements. Stamp, rip, stamp, stuff. "There you are. You and your friends have a pleasant flight."
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- Double Take GM (23:12:29/10-23-61)
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Blue shakes her head and moves away from the oddly composed, evenly toothed gentleman with the destructive hands. He was giving her the creeps with his perfectly modulated voice and even, repetitive movements. She shudders lightly, and cops a lean against a column with her bag at her feet.
She's had her ware turned off before. Mind you, that was for an appearance in a federal court... but the chances of her getting whacked were pretty high at that point. Hanging out in an airport with no wops in sight ranks pretty low on her paranoia chart of "Places Where I Could Get Dead." It still feels weird, however, and her eyes sweep constantly around her space and that of those in her party. If something should go to shit while she's in this blindingly slow state she would need every second of advance notice to keep herself and her friends alive.
"I need a damn smoke."
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- Blue (23:45:22/10-24-61)
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He cracks a grin at that. "Cheer up, Hath. It's not like they ripped out your bioware. You could probably still take Alpha, in a fight. It's not so bad."
"Heh. I could use one, too. Only it ain't the kind of 'sore' and 'tired' that I generally associate lighting one up with..."
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- Connor Hathaway (00:24:30/10-25-61)
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She snorts, "I dunno about you, but I'm feeling a little bit fucked right now."
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- Blue (00:26:43/10-25-61)
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He smirks, and clenches and unclenches his free hand slowly, heading down the walkway towards their actual plane.
"I dunno who you've been doin' the humpty dance with, Blue-chick, but they've obviously got the wrong idea..."
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- Connor Hathaway (00:35:45/10-25-61)
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"Not that kind, slick," she gives him a sideways glance. "Humpty dance... Christ, Connor, where the hell have you been hanging out? Club Retro?"
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- Blue (00:38:14/10-25-61)
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"Hey, I coulda just gone 'woof, woof' and made another bestiality joke at your expense."
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- Connor Hathaway (00:42:27/10-25-61)