Patrollogs
(Lark's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Mar 30 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lark is seated, eating a snack
Malcolm wanders his way in, upnodding Lark casually as he goes. Lifting his phone, he thumbs at it for a beat. "Gang," to Ritsuka and Liliane, with a casual nod.
Lark upnods Malcolm while taking a bite of an egg salad sandwich.
Ritsuka mentions to Liliane "The Syndicate tends to kidnap people on the regular. Often when people are in the bathroom, they are very noisy, and quite annoying. We do try to get our own out whenever it happens but someone might not be there for it. Often better to play along with whom wins the bid, but everyone understands that it is not the most pleasing experience usually."
Lark takes another bite of her sandwich. "Any guesses?"
Looking fairly tired himself, Malcolm looks up from his phone to nod toward someone, casually. "Cost of doin' business, unfortunately." To Lark, he hitches a shoulder. "None yet."
Looking fairly tired himself, Malcolm looks up from his phone to nod toward Rayner, casually. "Cost of doin' business, unfortunately." To Lark, he hitches a shoulder. "None yet."
Rayner puts his bid in, yawning more. "Well," he chuffs, "I'm not nearly drunk enough for this. But hey, I'll do it."
Lark nods to Rayner. "Want a fruit salad to wake you up?"
"Oh, right," Malcolm reckons to Lark, fishing out a wrapped candy.
Lark gasps at Malcolm, sniffing the candy. "And what is this??"
"Fuck around and find out," Malcolm platitudes back to Lark, claiming a chair near her to post up and wait.
Lorenzo lets out a low sigh.
"Not my circus," Malcolm reckons back to Lark, rising and stretching. Looking to Lorenzo and Ritsuka, he bobbles a nod, and heads on his way. "'s'how it goes."
Lark yells after Malcolm as he retreats. "IT WAS TASTY!"
Rayner says "Wow, I forgot they take some people's clothes away. Sorry little dude."
Lorenzo runs his tongue just beneath his lip, dragging the length of the teeth, as he looks about him with a rather detached expression that really says it all: -why me-. He gives himself a good once over and lets loose a sharp, "Tsk." Motioning to himself, wearing his birthday suit, as a smirk tugs at just the corner of his lips, "Honey, what exactly are you lookin' for?" A devil-may-care attitude tinging his voice as offers a short wiggles of his brows.
Lark chomps her sandwich and moseys out.
Lorenzo runs his tongue just beneath his lip, dragged along the length of his teeth, as he looks about him with a rather detached expression that really says it all: -why me-. He gives himself a good once over and lets loose a sharp, "Tsk." Motioning to himself, wearing his birthday suit, as a smirk tugs at just the corner of his lips, "Honey, what exactly are you lookin' for?" A devil-may-care attitude tinging his voice as offers a short wiggle of his brows. (fixed)
Lorenzo tilts his head slightly, his expression a mask of amused disinterest. "Ritsuka, darling, when did you become the taxman of torment?" His body relaxes as he just leans against the wall, eyes flitting towards something inconsequential, a spot on the wall.
Liliane watches the exchange, eyes darting back and forth and back again between the pair as she remains there, silently intrigued.
Lorenzo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips despite the grim circumstances. "Clinic, huh? Just promise me it's not a group session. I prefer my indignities to be a bit more private. And hey, make sure to warm your hands first."
Larks Syndicate Bargain 250402
(Lark's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Mar 30 2025]
In Town Hall Southern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Lark is seated, eating a snack
Malcolm wanders his way in, upnodding Lark casually as he goes. Lifting his phone, he thumbs at it for a beat. "Gang," to Ritsuka and Liliane, with a casual nod.
Lark upnods Malcolm while taking a bite of an egg salad sandwich.
Ritsuka mentions to Liliane "The Syndicate tends to kidnap people on the regular. Often when people are in the bathroom, they are very noisy, and quite annoying. We do try to get our own out whenever it happens but someone might not be there for it. Often better to play along with whom wins the bid, but everyone understands that it is not the most pleasing experience usually."
Lark takes another bite of her sandwich. "Any guesses?"
Looking fairly tired himself, Malcolm looks up from his phone to nod toward someone, casually. "Cost of doin' business, unfortunately." To Lark, he hitches a shoulder. "None yet."
Looking fairly tired himself, Malcolm looks up from his phone to nod toward Rayner, casually. "Cost of doin' business, unfortunately." To Lark, he hitches a shoulder. "None yet."
Rayner puts his bid in, yawning more. "Well," he chuffs, "I'm not nearly drunk enough for this. But hey, I'll do it."
Lark nods to Rayner. "Want a fruit salad to wake you up?"
"Oh, right," Malcolm reckons to Lark, fishing out a wrapped candy.
Lark gasps at Malcolm, sniffing the candy. "And what is this??"
"Fuck around and find out," Malcolm platitudes back to Lark, claiming a chair near her to post up and wait.
Lorenzo lets out a low sigh.
"Not my circus," Malcolm reckons back to Lark, rising and stretching. Looking to Lorenzo and Ritsuka, he bobbles a nod, and heads on his way. "'s'how it goes."
Lark yells after Malcolm as he retreats. "IT WAS TASTY!"
Rayner says "Wow, I forgot they take some people's clothes away. Sorry little dude."
Lorenzo runs his tongue just beneath his lip, dragging the length of the teeth, as he looks about him with a rather detached expression that really says it all: -why me-. He gives himself a good once over and lets loose a sharp, "Tsk." Motioning to himself, wearing his birthday suit, as a smirk tugs at just the corner of his lips, "Honey, what exactly are you lookin' for?" A devil-may-care attitude tinging his voice as offers a short wiggles of his brows.
Lark chomps her sandwich and moseys out.
Lorenzo runs his tongue just beneath his lip, dragged along the length of his teeth, as he looks about him with a rather detached expression that really says it all: -why me-. He gives himself a good once over and lets loose a sharp, "Tsk." Motioning to himself, wearing his birthday suit, as a smirk tugs at just the corner of his lips, "Honey, what exactly are you lookin' for?" A devil-may-care attitude tinging his voice as offers a short wiggle of his brows. (fixed)
Lorenzo tilts his head slightly, his expression a mask of amused disinterest. "Ritsuka, darling, when did you become the taxman of torment?" His body relaxes as he just leans against the wall, eyes flitting towards something inconsequential, a spot on the wall.
Liliane watches the exchange, eyes darting back and forth and back again between the pair as she remains there, silently intrigued.
Lorenzo raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips despite the grim circumstances. "Clinic, huh? Just promise me it's not a group session. I prefer my indignities to be a bit more private. And hey, make sure to warm your hands first."