[Locked to New Hires] [Backdated to the evening after Planker/the 'riot']

[kingofneworleans]

[Remy's kicked back on one of the beds in his room, comm on hover as he shuffles a set of cards carelessly. The kind of movement that's used by people trying to deal with left over energy.]

Merci beaucoup for de distraction, mes amis. Made gettin' in an' outta de Executive Deck a lot easier.

[Did people know that there was a group breaking into the Exec deck? A few. Saturday certainly implied that there were folks who knew about it, at least.]

Got some interestin' bits of info an' kit, too.

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[wheyoftheadept]

[Saturday is hunched over in one of the little boltholes she's discovered. Her face is alarmingly close to the screen. It makes her look slightly manic, when she's actually just deeply satisfied.]

On my end, I found some old files on our friend Bey. Redacted to shit, but near as I can gather he used to work for this joint. There was some kinda blow up, over some town they wanted to take over - he objected t'either the methods or the motives, ain't clear which - an' he fucked off. I'd be interested in the details around that.

[She then turns the comm's camera to show an open crate of six glass bottles, filled with amber liquid.]

In terms of door prizes, though, I think I got a good haul. This is twelve bottles of 1792 Ridgemont reserve bourbon. I get two 'cause I found it, everyone on the run gets one, that leaves six goin' out first come, first served, one per customer.

[fuckcable]

Fancy. What’s the lowest class thing we can do with them?

[wheyoftheadept]

Guzzle 'em like cheap beer or use 'em in a mix drink.

[kingofneworleans]

...Why do you two gotta hurt a man like dis?

[wheyoftheadept]

He asked! Ain't my affair what a man does t'good bourbon in the privacy of his room.

[fuckcable]

I didn’t know you’d draw the line at bourbon abuse. It won’t actually stop me, but I’m going to have to bury the guilt now.

[fuckcable]

Can we chuck the empties off the roof deck?

[wheyoftheadept]

I mean, sure, but you might piss off the ten foot tall insects.

[fuckcable]

You... have a point. If I’m going to piss off the giant bugs, I want my feet on solid ground.

[wheyoftheadept]

I suggest getting enjoyably drunk with friends in the full knowledge that that's the opposite of how the bastards want you to feel. We won a victory today - wait 'til team two chimes in. It should be savored.

[fuckcable]

I’ll get enjoyably drunk with anyone who wants to share. I’ll even sip it straight so Remy doesn’t faint.

Good work, by the way. I don’t think I said congratulations.

[wheyoftheadept]

It was a neat piece of work. Good crew, smooth run, big payday.

[She's modest, but a grin of broad pride spreads across her face.