[kill 02]

[harborbutcher]

[I need to get my bearings here, find out what the crew isn't telling us.]

So was that a rain check on those drinks...?

[...and, more importantly, find out how to get my hands on those files.]

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[shenghuanzhe]

You tell me. I'm doin' paperwork in the casino, so if you wanna drop in that's fine.

[In the background you can hear the faint sounds of the casino as Kage works.]

commentlog ftw

[harborbutcher]

[A casino. An incredibly noisy public place; anyone could walk in, but they wouldn't be able to eavesdrop without being obvious. It's almost ideal.]

[This Kage is no fool; he knows not to meet me anywhere else. If it wasn't so frustrating it would be admirable.]

I'll meet you there.

[Dexter waltzes in, hands in his pockets, pretending to be interested in the various aspects of the ship's casino. To his moderate surprise, it's quite empty. When he spots the man doing paperwork, Dex walks up behind him at a normal pace and leans over his shoulder at a comfortable distance, talking above the ambience.]

Would you be First Mate Kage?

Re: commentlog ftw

[shenghuanzhe]

That's the rumour.

[Kage speaks around his joint, not looking up or turning to face this passenger. Every so often after glancing at tables and figures he signs his name to the bottom of a sheet and flips it over, starting on a new one.

Anyone who leans to see what's on the pages will be a bit disappointed: the writing seems to be in a mixture of a form of Chinese and some sort of text that looks like a cross of Arabic and Hebrew. Kage sucks on the smoke and exhales smoke through his nose, then gestures to the seat beside himself his his free hand.]

Get yourself a drink an' sit down if y'want. Drinks're behind the bar.

[harborbutcher]

[Dexter is disappointed by what he glances from Kage's paperwork; nothing he could exactly use. Letting out a little sigh, pretending to be saddened by Kage's lack of hospitality, Dexter goes behind the bar and pours himself the most non-alcoholic drink possible. Sure, it's a little fruity, but Dexter's not one to care about something like that. He needs to keep his wits about him, here.]

[But he doesn't skimp on the tiny umbrella.]

So.

[Great. More small talk.]

What are you working on?