Log Title: Professional Courtesy
Summary: Belle and Winter meet during a rainstorm and discuss their respective careers.
IC Date: Sun Apr 07 22:05, 2381
OOC Date: Sun Apr 07 22:05, 2019
Related Logs: None
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"Headcases for the morning, noodles for lunch?"

* OOC Time: Sun Apr 07 20:05:00 2019 *

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The Neon District is especially bright and garish tonight, owing to the rain currently pounding down and causing all of the myriad of flashing and gleaming signs to reflect in puddles on streets and sideways. There's plenty of places open for folks out and caught in the deluge to duck into until the sky gets its shit together. Sitting in one such spot, a restaurant and bar called Olive or Twist with a glowing martini glass on its sign, is Wisteria Tau. They've set themself at the bar, pushing dripping wet hair back from their face and shaking out a wet coat before removing it. They place an order for a hot toddy and rest their cheek on their palm as they watch the rain come down from this much drier vantage point.

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Bright, garish and a security nightmare…it was about normal for Belle. Thankfully, she wasn't working tonight! With her extra-sensory augs all the movement and sound might be downright dizzying most of the time, but she's fairly used to it by now. Payment in her account and hours to herself, the former CTAC operator turned merc was doing the sensible thing: heading for the bar.

Wrapped in her leather coat, jeans and a rather simple halter top beneath she too hadn't been dressed for the rain, but she'd at least managed to bring an umbrella with her that she promptly closes before stepping under the cover and making a direct beeline towards the bar.

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Winter has another try at wringing out their hair, glancing over and offering Belle a faint smile as they approach the bar. "Smart," they say with a glance towards the umbrella.

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A tilt of her head, Belle's eyes move towards Winter and her comment with a smirk and a shrug, those small augs atop her head flattening out a little as she speaks. "Prepared," she offers in response with a smirk to her lips. "It tends to help in my industry."

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"Same difference," Winter returns with a faint smile. "Probably helps in most industries, really. Can't think of one off the top of my head where it's preferable to be unprepared."

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"Improv comedy perhaps?" Belle questions, giving a little chuckle at her own suggestion and reaching to retrieve her own drink. "If nothing else? It makes life a little more interesting. But I'd tend to agree it's better to say it's better to have a plan." A sip taken, she frowns a little at the other woman. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

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"Mmm, I guess that would be one," Winter agrees for improv. Their hot toddy is set down, and they slide the mug closer and blow across the top before taking a small sip. "You might. I live in the district so you certainly could have seen me around. Do you ever go to the noodle place around the corner?"

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"Must be it," Belle muses as she looks over her visual feed, letting the display offer what public information she might spot of the other woman. "I've been known to indulge in a bowel of noodles or two round there. Guess it's a face in the crowd." Of course, she's truely trying to recall if Winter had been present at the supposed 'Meth murder' she'd witnessed.

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Wisteria Tau, Psychosurgeon, owns an office in the Neon District between here and the aforementioned noodle shop. That's the public information active on Winter's own ONI. "They're a bit addictive. The dumplings are good as well," they offer before taking anther small sip of their hot drink.

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Blake Belmont, Professional Security. Belle's own details are decidedly brief, although perhaps that was to be expected. Another sip of her drink, the black-haired girl shrugs her shoulders. "I'm partial to the dumplings too, but I tend to prefer the bun…things. Pork buns. Worth the time it takes to cook them."

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"Hmm," Winter muses, "maybe I'll try them next time, then. If they come so highly recommended." Their ONI flickers as the return information is received. "Security, is it? Self employed?"

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"Contract to contract," Belle answers with a shrug, gesturing to her drink. "I'm somewhat of a specialist, or at least a 'higher class' level. Getting locked down to one thing forever kind of goes against my reasons for going private." A smirk, she tilts her head the other way. "Psychosurgeon huh? Headcases for the morning, noodles for lunch?"

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There's a soft chuckle for 'getting locked down in one thing forever'. "I know the feeling," they murmur, turning their mug slowly in their hands. "Psychosurgery," they agree, "and they're not 'headcases'." As for the noodles, they shrug. "Everybody's gotta eat. How so 'specialist'?"

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How so specialist? Belle just shrugs with a grin. "Well, there's people you pay to secure your storage place and send you a call when they break in…then there's people you hire to protect a VIP from an armed assault by people who know what they're doing." A lazy gesture with her hand towards herself and she winks. Clearly, the woman thought herself the latter.

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"I see," Winter muses with a small nod and another swallow of their drink. "Does it pay well?"

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"Most cases," the other woman speaks with a nod. "but even when it doesn't? It's what I'm good at. It was either dodging bullets or singing in the backroom of some dingy club…I figure the first is less likely to have me losing my sleave to something foolish." Still smiling, she takes one more drink before settling it down on the countertop. "What about you Doc? Why do you do what you do?"

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Winter's brows lift for that. "I had no idea singing was so dangerous," they muse with a cant of their head. "I do it because I think the mind is incredibly, and when it's been wounded, I want to help."

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"Awful alturistic of you," Belle muses, running her finger along the rim of her drink and then tilting her head. "And does -that- pay well? I've seen my share of rich medical types. Sleeve augmentation and the like."

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"Oh, I don't know. I think we'd all choose work we're drawn to, finances and education allowing," Winter replies. "It pays well enough."

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A tilt of her head, Belle moves up to stand from her place and retrieve her umbrella. "Well, I'll keep you in mind if my mind ever gets torn up a little more than my body." Leaning forwards, she offers a wink. "You keep me in mind if things start getting a little dangerous, you end up with problems solved by bullets or stopping them."

With that? She turns to head back into the weather and the night.