Inbox; Meadowlark

[plainsimple]

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@nathan.drake

[nonscriptum]

hey garak, got a question for you

[plainsimple]

Of course. What would you like to know?

[nonscriptum]

okay i lied, it's actually 2 questions

1. can i solicit your help for a business casual look to visit a mob-run casino?

2. do you want to go with us to a mob-run casino?

[plainsimple]

1. Of course

2. Almost definitely; what are we going for and who is 'us'?

[nonscriptum]

partly going for fun, partly going because i kind of want to figure out who the players are in the riverside mob and whether they have any connections to the mercenary organizations that left them for the big corporations.

[ No big surprise for anyone who knew Nate during the Everest expedition, but Garak is pretty new. It's still a lot. ]

if that makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to go.

'us' is me, my brother, lance sweets, wade wilson. possible another party, i'm checking for interest.

[plainsimple]

I would be quite interested in the information. It's important to know the undercurrents of what's going on as a tailor; we're a little like bartenders in that.

Count me in. You'll have to come by my place so I can take measurements as I don't yet have a physical shop, but I'm working on getting there.

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate has the distinct feeling that Garak's frequent repetition regarding his completely normal profession makes it much less convincing that that's all he is, but he isn't close enough with the guy to outright pry. Either way, he's detail oriented and this venture seems like the kind of thing in which he'd be interested. ]

can i come by sometime today?

[plainsimple]

Yes. I'll try to have a few fabric selections to color-test against your skin.

aerie - neural communication,

[rehandle]

[ Out of nowhere, the sound of Stephen Strange's voice in his head. ]

I need you in the dining hall in the East Wing. Be prepared to make an arrest. Enter politely.

[ Which means don't make a scene. They don't need the thump of boots through halls for this one. Let it get loud if it must, but not until it must. ]

[lifetothefullest]

@lance.sweets has mentioned you.

@callisto.diamandis

[myfavoritemurder]

You were the gardener.

[This is absolutely how you start a conversation when you've been told to contact someone, right? Right.]

[plainsimple]

[Totally.]

And you the tailor. It's good to see that you also made it back, my dear.

[myfavoritemurder]

But before that, I still remembered everything.

[plainsimple]

You are who Lance was speaking about. That explains the oddness of our conversation.

What did it feel like? You knew something of the world, clearly, but... where was the disconnect?

[myfavoritemurder]

I knew what I was told, or what I could see. That's all. People will talk to you about all kinds of things if they think you already know about them.

[plainsimple]

So it is like you were the Displaced and we the natives? A more extreme minority than usual?

[myfavoritemurder]

I guess so. Yes.

You wouldn't have believed me if I'd tried to explain.

[plainsimple]

Quite true. I would have needed significant evidence and I strongly doubt there was any available. Unless that assumption is incorrect?

@jyn.erso

[realists]

Are you guys a thing yet?

[plainsimple]

I don't understand what you mean. A thing?

[realists]

I'm offended you are making me talk about feelings

Are you and Julian married yet

[plainsimple]

Marriage would be a foolish proposition. It would suggest something far more permanent than this world allows for.

Have you married your companion?

[realists]

I have actually. He's mine, in every galaxy. We're what is permanent, not where we are.

[plainsimple]

Ah.

And that is the difference. He is not mine, where we're from, and is not likely to be.

[realists]

So? We're dead where we're from.

You're here, take advantage of it while you can.