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taxonomites2010-05-13 10:54 am
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4. Dance of the Dead - [Location: Various]
Spade was somewhat disheartened to discover Solomon and Leila had departed; they'd been his best hope so far for company that was both useful and entertaining. And Leila had, theoretically, some files that would have been useful as hell, but they seemed to be gone with her. (He'd done some poking; Taxon had knights but not cops. It didn't matter though, as he hadn't found anything at all.) No trace of either of them, anywhere in the city, which could mean a number of things, most of them unpleasant.
Still, Spade wasn't one for brooding. Mourning their disappearance wouldn't get anything done.
The next project he is working on was one that would involve socializing. He's paying calls to all the prisoner-run businesses he could find. (Businesses run by the Extras, for the moment, don't primarily interest him; perhaps later he'll get to them, but they aren't a priority.) Restaurants, bars, shops. He's slowly but surely working his way around, putting names and faces to the owners. It might not give him a clue, but it's a starting place, and Spade is always happier with something to work on.
He whistles, idly, as he walks. So far, he's found whistling voluntarily more than usual has kept the singing at bay. Who knows how long that will last.
[OOC: If you own a business in Taxon, you can assume you get a visit. Non business owners, feel free to tag him wherever it suits your fancy.]
Still, Spade wasn't one for brooding. Mourning their disappearance wouldn't get anything done.
The next project he is working on was one that would involve socializing. He's paying calls to all the prisoner-run businesses he could find. (Businesses run by the Extras, for the moment, don't primarily interest him; perhaps later he'll get to them, but they aren't a priority.) Restaurants, bars, shops. He's slowly but surely working his way around, putting names and faces to the owners. It might not give him a clue, but it's a starting place, and Spade is always happier with something to work on.
He whistles, idly, as he walks. So far, he's found whistling voluntarily more than usual has kept the singing at bay. Who knows how long that will last.
[OOC: If you own a business in Taxon, you can assume you get a visit. Non business owners, feel free to tag him wherever it suits your fancy.]