A Day in the Life of a Diplomatic Courier - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
4/6/2023
Log
(Ysadora) The Embassy in Eureka has obviously been disregarded for some time. It looks more like a converted emplacement, a miniature fortress, than it does a diplomatic facility. Still, there's a steady stream of mutants coming and going on business now. It seems like some event must have kicked things into motion here, and a few agents can be seen off to the side of the road unloading crates with Zephyr and RSX logos on them. Prometheans are in evidence as well, easily spotted in their little clusters within the perimeter by their fiery hats. A heavyset little beaver wanders by as you watch, a sash with a maple leaf emblazoned on it wrapped around his chest. Ysadora is waiting for you just outside the entrance. She waves, bouncing on her floating heels, as you approach. "Hey y'all! Thanks for coming. I've been suborned to work for the RSX Ambassador here for a bit, so it's my job to do things like escorting you inside." She looks over the party, eyes lingering a little on Booker with a sly smile. "Oh, and if you have any high explosives, leave 'em outside. Normal weapons and stuff is fine, but they draw the line at anything that could send the Embassy and everyone in it sky high. Does anyone have any questions before we go to meet the Ambassadors?"
(Yew) Yew shook their head. They carried with them naught but the suit on their skin, so they had no need to leave anything behind. They kept silent and waited patiently for more info to be revealed, wondering how much would be left a surprise.
(Junes) Junes nodded and waved to the ghost and poodle, the hoodied chimera getting closer before hearing this and decided to ask "should i leave my bag outside?" seeing booker and brushing a tail on is head "good to see you too!"
(Booker) Booker wandered on up, quietly looking at everyone "Hows everyone doin?" He laughed, returning the pat to Junes head." No explosives? Awww man, He laughed, looking over at Ysadora. "So what all are we doin here?"
(Syntax) Syntax enters the Embassy with a nervous glance around. She wasn't originally on planning on coming, but after thinking on it, why not? She needs to make some more connections among Eureka's political segments.
(Ysadora) There are a pair of serious-looking guards at the Embassy's door. One of them has enormous, hairy arms that would look more appropriate on a gorilla, while the other appears to be a towering humanoid shark. Both are carrying assault weapons, but they nod Ysadora through with only a passing glance as she leads the group through the entrance. "Well, I'm not sure about the exact job. It's all hush-hush, you know, and it's from Alvin. Uh, he's the Zephyr Ambassador, while I'm working for Eve, the RSX Ambassador. They don't exactly get along, so I'm surprised she let me help out on this one, actually." The interior of the building is obviously undergoing some renovations. A few offices off the main hallway are being gutted, with new desks and equipment crowding the corridor, ready to be put in. Eventually, the ghost leads you to a cramped working space near the back of the building. It's just barely got enough room for the two desks crammed in there, only one of which is occupied. A small man, only slightly taller than your guide, stands up and approaches. He's wearing a pair of round spectacles on the tip of his human nose, but below the waist his body flares out into a skunk's hindquarters, complete with a fluffy tail that bobs behind him as he walks.
(Ysadora) "Ah, thank you for coming," the man says in a reedy voice. "Alvin Bell, Zephyr Ambassador. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." He tucks a lock of white curls behind his ear, hiding it among the otherwise black hair on his head. "I presume you're the ones who signed up for our little task, hm?"
(Yew) Yew steps into the embassy, gawking at its interior and trying to avert their eyes from the tougher looking inhabitants. Yew nods to the skunk-man, continuing to stay silent for now. They didn't know quite what they had signed up for, but they didn't care much. They figured the job would be reletavely safe, and that it was a good excuse to learn more about the city.
(Junes) Junes nodded and handed the guards their rocket launcher, grenades and...a leaf in a bag "ill be back for those but take care of the leaf, it's sentimental alright?" before briskly walking back to the group and hearing the name of the zephyr ambassador they were thinking of a rodent before seeing the half-skunk and with a glance simply said "hey" to him
(Booker) Booker Also handed over a rocket launcher. He followed after Junes, giving a casual wave to the ambassador. "How's it goin?" He said in smalltalk, glancing at the group that had appeared. He looked to Ysadora afterwards. "So..." He trailed off.
(Syntax) Syntax smiles and nods to the half-skunk and inwardly hopes she isn't recognized. "Ah, pleasure to meet ye. Wasn't aware Zephyr had personnel here."
(Ysadora) Ysadora meets Booker's eyes and shrugs.
(Ysadora) The skunk satyr looks you all over carefully, although no signs of recognition are visible on his tight features. "Yes, well, I'm sure you're all curious about what the job is, exactly. It's quite simple, actually. You see-"
(Ysadora) He's interrupted by the door flying open as a towering, amazonian woman bursts through. As tall and powerful as she's built, she's dwarfed next to Umeko, who walks in shortly after. "I found another one, Al," she says shortly, before sitting down in the other desk. Kicking her feet up, she glares at the Zephy Ambassador, who is obviously put out by the interruption.
(Umeko) Umeko ended up running behind the others as she got held up in the security line while temporarily handing over her explosives, and her other explosives, and her gun-attached explosives, and her explosive knife, and so forth. She gave a little wave to the group and made her way into the room to quietly join them, acting like nothing had happened.
(Ysadora) "As I was saying," Alvin clears his throat. "The job is quite simple." He turns to his desk before returning with a thick-looking brown envelope. It has DIPLOMATIC PACKAGE printed on it in official-looking red letters. "I'm sure you've heard about the whole 'termite' thing everyone is talking about. Those hooligans over at the 'Enigma Complex' went and made contact with them, which in turn made everyone else realize what a military power was sitting right under their noses." He says this with a pinch of scorn, apparently completely unaware off all the 'hooligans' in the room with him at that very moment. "So, Zephyr is interested in opening talks with these Termites as well, and we need trustworthy couriers to deliver this to them."
(Syntax) Syntax laughs awkwardly. "Aye, yeah, hooligans. So, ah, what's this message for? We just lettin' them know there's folk that want to talk?"
(Umeko) Umeko also joined in the slight awkward laughing, hoping that the large amount of weapons at the security checkpoint wouldn't be an issue either as they were mentioned. She gave a little nod as Syntax asked the question, letting things continue on for now.
(Ysadora) "If you want ta sabotage Zephyr, now's your chance," the woman at the other desk calls. She'd look human, but she's just a bit too symmetrical under her bun of brown hair; a sense of artificiality on her features. Probably some kind of Woodfield humanoid mutation. Alvin shoots a disapproving glance in her direction. She grins back cheekily.
(Ysadora) He gives a long look at Syntax, then places a hand on the envelope with a serious expression. "That information is confidential. As for who the message is for, you are to deliver it into the hands of one Major Zhao. No one else." He makes to hand the envelope over to whoever is willing to take it, but hesitates. "And, of course, it is -not- to be opened en route. I trust you understand this is a matter of diplomatic import." With that said, Alvin extends the envelope once again. "Who is most comfortable handling packages?" Not a shred of humor shows on his features.
(Yew) Yew had a concerned look on their face as the skunk-satyr stresses diplomatic importance. They pull out a pocket in their suit on the side of their chest, "Do you think this would work? How likely are we to be hunted down for this thing? Would anyone try to either steal or destroy it for whatever reason?"
(Junes) Junes looked to the amazonian woman, assuming that was eve and chuckled a bit "yeah, hopefully we dont run into any trouble on the way" looking to the skunk morph and asking "by the way, are we being paid upfront?" looking into the humanoid eyes
(Ysadora) Alvin creases his lips into a thin smile, the first sign of emotion you've seen from the skunk-satyr. "As far as I am aware, our greatest rival is right over there in that seat. Isn't that right, Eve?" He chuckles to himself, although the jab doesn't seem to have fazed the other at all. "No, we aren't expecting any trouble. None of the other factions should even know about this envelope, much less want to divest you of it." He nods to Junes. "And of course, your accounts will already have been credited with some cash and salvage for your efforts. More will be dispensed once you return successfully."
(Booker) Booker reached a hand out to take the envelope, quietly turning it over and looking at it. "So.. What kinda message is in here? I dont feel like getting stabbed or shot cause some diplomat wanted to be a douche." He tilted his head. "A message of peace?" He tucked the envelope into his bag.
(Ysadora) Booker takes the envelope without issue. It's not particularly heavy and even of form, suggesting whatever's inside is probably just paper. Alvin nods to him. "As I said, that's entirely classified. The communique within is for the eyes of Major Zhao and the termite leadership only." He sighs, removes his round spectacles, and cleans them on his tie. "However, if it will reassure you, it is no declaration of war or any such thing." As he's speaking, Ysadora leans in, apparently just as curious about this as Booker is. "I won't be able to come with you on this one. Eve has some errands for me to run," she says apologetically. For her part, eve looks completely unapologetic, watching the party with every sign of amusement at their suspicion.
(Ysadora) "Now then, I trust you know the way to the Termite mount just outside of town. Do you have any questions before you depart?" Alvin casts a glance at his desk, subtly indicating the amount of work still piled up on there for him to attend to.
(Yew) Yew pauses, "Wait, so why did you have to hire a *group* for this? This mission doesn't seem particularly dangerous, and only one person can really hold the letter... Aren't there like, dedicated delivery people you could've delegated this too? Does Zhao not have a comms device of any sort?" They wonder silently to themselves, trying to piece things together, before tacking on another question moments later, "Are the termites hosile at all?"
(Junes) Junes nodded "that's true, so im hoping we're paid hazard pay but there's another question i have...do you have a map or anything we could use?"
(Booker) Booker crosses his arms over his chest. "Well I suppose this is basically just a goal of walking..." He glanced at the group, looking at Junes. "You got a good question." He leaned against a wall, quietly watching the conversation take place.
(Umeko) Umeko chuckled a bit, "I wouldn't mind some extra hazard pay either, the termites are rather militarized after all and I sure hope they like whatever we're delivering... Also, I need to pick up a few things from security on the way out here too whenever we're ready to go."
