IC Contact (Duplicity)

[detectivedwloki]

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[old_man]

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Only if you promise to warm me up.

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[detectivedwloki]

Excuse me?

[old_man]

Because I'm cold.
You really need to work on this flirting thing.

[detectivedwloki]

Do I know you?

[old_man]

It's Dax.

... who is this?

[detectivedwloki]

David Loki. Did you mean to contact me?

[old_man]

Can't say that I was.

[detectivedwloki]

Are you new to the city?

[old_man]

Depends on what you define as new.
Almost half a year.

[detectivedwloki]

Me too.

Looks like you know how to reach out to people. Just need to dial the right number, yeah?

[old_man]

I think it's less user error, more program error.

[detectivedwloki]

So technology brought us together.

[old_man]

[Not that he can hear it, but she does laugh.]

So it seems, wires crossed and all.

[detectivedwloki]

Did you want to meet up? To talk. We don't have to do anything else.

[But really, he needs to be more open to what the city requires of them. He still struggles for quota. But he's not one to just dive into things with strangers.]

[old_man]

I'd like that.
Name a time and a place.

[detectivedwloki]

There's a coffee shop in the Down, near the apartments. I could be there this afternoon.

[ooc: Do you have an open log I could jump into? We could backdate a meeting? Or just continue to action here, if you prefer!]

[old_man]

I believe I know the one.
I'll see you then. 3ish?

[ooc; I don't, but am fine actioning here if you are :) ]

Action!

[detectivedwloki]

[He agrees and will head down to the Cafe Leblanc. Arriving a little early, he finds a free table and orders a coffee as he waits. He doesn't often just meet up with strangers, especially after random conversations but he had some free time and a healthy dose of curiosity. It couldn't hurt to meet up and talk, whether it led to anything more or not.]

Re: Action!

[old_man]

[Jadzia, on the other hand, leads a life that tends to have strangers coming and going. There is a crew aboard the space station, and she has friends, but different species come and go all the time Add to that the knowledge that the symbiont provides to her, she has a vast array of memories to call upon.

She's there at three, although it can be hit and miss with her. Prompt for work, she can be varied with social functions. She's casually dressed now, unlike the image that had been sent, although the twin rows of spots can be seen disappearing beneath her over-sizzed sweater.

She glances around, eyes sweeping, before spotting him, and makes a bee-line towards where he's seated.]

David Loki?

[detectivedwloki]

[He's dressed plainly himself, all in black. An assortment of tattoos are visible. He glances up when he hears his name.]

Hey. Yeah, that's me.

[He gives a small, tight smile and waves to the opposite chair. He doesn't appear very relaxed but is politely friendly.]

Take a seat. Dax, is it?

[old_man]

[She does give a glance across the tattoos, noting the variety that he seems to have, and wondering if there are others. It is fairly clear that unlike with her, they aren't natural. Her smile is easier, her blue eyes holding that lively light that always seems to be there, as she sits down across from him, leaning forward a little on the table.]

Dax is fine, yes.

[detectivedwloki]

So tell me about yourself.

[He says to begin with, more comfortable to be listening to others than talk about himself.]

You want a coffee?

[He adds, ready to wave over the waitstaff now his companion has arrived.]

[old_man]

Sure. I'll take a cup.

[It will give her a moment to ponder what to say. There's the obvious, of course.]

I'm a Trill, so not human, although I've been to Earth quite a bit over the centuries. From a time where space travel is fairly common, and work as a science officer on a space station.

[detectivedwloki]

[The order is promptly delivered as David listens.]

A Trill? Can you tell me more about your people?

You... look human. Or is this some sort of disguise?

[old_man]

No. We share characteristics, but I'm usually colder than a human, and there's the lines of spots as well.

[Some other internal items, but no added toes or strangeness that way. She thanks for the coffee, before taking a sip.]

Hmm. Trill is the name of our homeworld and my species. We're technologically advanced , sometimes seen as secretive although we're not really. Been space faring for centuries.