The Case of the Misdirected Dectective [Open]

[jackalpi]

Who: Spinelli and you!!
Where: The City
Summary: Having an overactive imagination may not be the best thing when you get lost in a strange city.

It had all seemed so easy. The map on the Omnicomm that Splicer had shown him was clear and detailed, the place where the clothiers were clearly marked. It should be the simplest of matters for one with his intellect to follow said map from from the tube to where the stores in question were located. But he hadn't realized just how big the city was, and that things were much further away than they seemed. The areas of rubble didn't help matters much, and there were a few times he had to detour to get around blocked off areas. After some time had passed and he still hadn't found the shops in question, he could only come to one conclusion.

Damian Spinelli, computer hacker, assistant author, some-time video game designer and private investigator...was lost.

The simplest option, of course, was to turn around and go back the way he came. Or...he could pull out the Omnicom again, check the map and see if he could figure out where he had wound up. Pausing by a pile of rubble that might have at one time been someone's house, he started to hunt around his messenger bag to find the small communications device to try that second option when he heard a noise. Could it be someone, or some thing, had tracked him here? There had been that battle not too long ago. What if he had stumbled upon a place where not everything had been defeated?

Grabbing the nearest thing to hand, he rounded the corner, brandishing the item like a weapon, although not terribly effectively. It was a ratty old cloth purse, made from a fabric covered in pink roses. The thing looked utterly ridiculous in his hands, and quite possibly not at all intimidating. Well, unless there was some reason to feel threatened by a handbag that might fall apart at any second. His voice - not terribly deep to begin with - went up about a half octave as he cried out a warning.

"Cease and desist, vile evil doer!"

Comments

[thedraddest]

Chiana seems to spend a lot of her time in the city, mostly she spends it salvaging dren that she can use or trade. She's not really 'settled' into life on Stacy, not according to the majority or the norm at least, but the vastness of the city makes her feel like she has some freedom and she's doing her own thing, making her own rules.

As Spinelli turns round the corner there's a grey girl crouched at the top of a pile of rubble, with a half pulled out gilded framed mirror that's caught her eye. Somewhere in the city she's hoarding all this stuff, it'll come in useful, she's sure of it.

"Cease and what you krastic fahrbot!" She all but laughs at the man brandishing the purse.

[jackalpi]

Despite knowing that there are many alien members aboard Stacy, Spinelli has yet to meet any of the ones that would, to him, actually register as 'alien'. Anwei and Presea looked human, at least at first glance. From a distance, Chiana does as well, but upon closer inspection the grey skin tone clues him in that she might perhaps also have otherworldly origins. And her words certainly seem to indicate there's some sort of language unknown to him in use - but without the help of Stacy's translators, it leaves him more than a bit perplexed as to their meaning. Still holding the purse up in the air, he tilts his head to one side, blinking a bit as he tries to figure that part of things out.

"Krastic fahrbot? I-I-I beg your pardon, oh Dove-Hued one, but you seem to have the advantage of me. I find myself quite uncertain as to what the meaning is you are trying to convey at this time. Perhaps the translation device aboard this vessel is malfunctioning?"

[thedraddest]

"Yeah," Chiana starts to scale down the rubble cautiously to take a closer look at the guy, leaping from stone to stone but never quite straightening up, always staying crouched. She might be laughing at him, but she's wary of anyone she doesn't know. The laughs are a sure sign of it to anyone that does know her, as is her careful approach. She's curious though, he kinda talks like Zhaan and his attempts at intimidating her amuse the Nebari.

"You know, like a crazy person?" She stops and sits half way down, far enough away to run for it, but close enough to talk. "You know you're not gonna do any damage to anyone with that. Might as well just wear a sign round your neck sayin' 'mug me'"

[jackalpi]

At that, a slightly sheepish expression appears on Spinelli's face. "Ah. The Jackal can see where perhaps that impression might have been given, but I can assure you my mental health is quite intact even with the most recent developments."

He seems to be blissfully unaware that referring to himself in the third person isn't likely going to help his case here - but he's not completely clueless. The fact she only comes about halfway at least gives him the idea that it might not be prudent to close the gap at this time - or continue to brandish a useless weapon. With a last rueful glance at the purse, he lets it drop to the ground.

"Truly, I cannot argue the point you make there. Alas, the Jackal had to make do with what came to hand when faced with the sudden possibility of combat. Were I Stone Cold, of course, this would not be an issue, for he would have no problems defending himself should the need arise."

He quickly holds out a hand though, lest she think that he had any designs on initiating a fight. "Not that I believe you would wish to attack without sufficient provocation, of course. The simple fact of the matter is that I was unsure what awaited me around the corner. This whole situation has been most...strange, I must admit. Would I be correct in assuming you would be another member of the crew aboard this vessel?"