Note: This is a restart on Saturday's group. The continuity of the last plot is not followed or has any bearing with the events which take place in this game. Also, this is a different plot from Tuesday's game.
New Characters!
Erwin Scharwzhammer
A 39 year-old inventor who is least known for inventing some of the innovations in which the Hepian Empire has benefited from. Erwin has always tinkered with toys as long as he had full control over his movements, and as he grew up his toys became bigger. After a near fatal accident where he lost an arm, leg, and a wife (through divorce not death), Erwin became a recluse. Now he spends his days in his shop doing odd jobs making some of the most intricate and well crafted pieces of clockwork and other mechanical instruments for costumers.
Erwin is a very average looking man, except for the fact that he has a prosthetic mechanical arm and leg.
Georgie Llewellyn
As a child he was in the Cizinec clan called the Nem, an ultra-conservative group that lives in the mountains. After some "unacceptable" acts, Georgie was branded and exiled from the mountains "doomed" to live in the cities of the Hepian Empire. Though now he is thoroughly convinced that the day he was exiled was the best day of his life. He lives in the city of Ranstoc in West Hall posing as a fop and recounts his valiant escape from the mountains to those willing to lend an ear and a few Pres.
Georgie is a little taller than the average man, wiry, and is built to run but not to fight. He has black wavy hair, green eyes, and a great smile. He tends to wear a shirt with long poofy sleeves and tight pants.
Evelyn Wolfe
A 25 year-old mercenary who got involved with her career at a young age. Evelyn is a black sheep of a family of Cizinec in the Casgi Clan, a clan that is highly nomadic but friendly. She now rides alone with her wolf companion, Zora. She has a tendency to shy away from other Cizinec of any clan.
Evelyn is most identifiable by her pale skin, red curly hair, and she is usually with her giant black and silver wolf. She also, does not dress like the average citizen of the Hepian empire despite still having a contemporary look.
Ezekeal Ramhor
Ezekeal is an ex-authority (the authority are the major police force and military force for the Hepian Empire) and a mercenary. He was on the fast track in the authority until his person morals changed and made him believe that people should not be living under such an oppressive system. Now he helps fight for freedom and helps the cause of anyone who is trying to change society.
Ezekeal can be most identified by how tall he is. Also, he is well dressed and has an ever present smile on his face. Despite not being in the Authority anymore, he holds himself with a commanding demeanor which only those who have been royal bodyguards, authority, or soldiers could emit.
Bruno Von Feif
A pugilist from Ranstoc, who comes from a family of pugilists. Though secretly he always wanted to be part of the circus, but instead chose the path which his father dictated to him. So, after making a name for himself as a pugilist, Bruno acquired a circus bear named Oscar.
Bruno is most identifiable by his large waxed mustache, his tall stature, and his bald head. Bruno is a privileged man who rides around on his motorized bi-wheeled auto while his bear companion sits in a specialized side cart.
GAME PLAY!
It is spring time in the city of Ranstoc. The town is blooming on every street corner, the birds are out signing and chirping, and tourists are now out numbering the locals. The last fact is not due to any natural wonder which happens in Ranstoc each spring, even though Ranstoc does have natural beauty in the spring time. The tourists have gathered for the on arrival of the 43rd World's Fair, an event which takes place every five years showcasing over 30 countries. The fair, as of the last 42 fairs, have been in remote areas which only the wealthy and privileged could attend them. But with this World's Fair it is in the Hepian Empire and everyone is welcomed.
It was both a shock and honor for Ranstoc to host such an event. The local government even created a Tourist Committee to help with the demands of foreign travelers. With the help of the Authority in Ranstoc posters, pamphlets, and fliers were rushed into the streets to help every single person with the confusion a world's fair can bring. Though some have mocked the Tourism Committee for their pamphlets of "How to Approach a Foreigner," and "They Might Call Galau Something Else."
As far as Georgie is concerned, a foreigner is just another person to con. He sits at his usual table in the aptly named Ocean View Bar. The bar has large windows on its western walls over looking the Zarmosk Ocean. Waitresses walk back and forth from tables serving drinks as the hostess in the front greets costumers and sees them to their tables. The bartender stands in back of a well polished and ornate bar counter as he serves drinks in front of a large clock face.
Georgie sits and eavesdrops on a few conversations, nearly all of them are about the World's Fair and which 30 countries could be there, seeing that they haven't announced who will be represented. The posters which plaster the city just mention there's a world's fair, how much of a grand time it will be, and the dates in which it will be in Ranstoc.
He looks around to see if there are any foreign and wealthy, but he doesn't see any until a tall man comes in. He wears very nice ornately decorated silver rings, his belt buckle is ornate and hand crafted and appears of silver as well, and the suspenders which he wheres are finely decorated and all the visible metal bits are also made of silver. Georgie also noticed the man's thick long black hair which is slicked back, which in West Hall is out of fashion. To his side hangs a woman who looks slightly bored, possible a hired companion for appearances.
Georgie only can tell that the man has no fashion sense and is not up to date with the current fashion trends in West Hall. Though, the curiosity of such a finely dressed, but still drab, wealthy looking man entices him.
"Oh hi," Georgie says as he strolls up to the man. A charming smile curls across his face as he draws closer of the man. "You look like you are new in town, do you need help with anything?"
Georgie notices as he gets close to the man that in his front pocket there is a small blue pamphlet which is being handed out by the Tourist Committee called, "The West Hall Guide to Tourism." From the placement and the used but cared for nature of the item Georgie deduces the man must think the pamphlet is vital. This indicates to Georgie that this man is not so bright.
"Yes, I look for good time as World Fair," He says with a thick accent. "It is very important."
"Well, it is indeed important! I could give you a gran private tour, I just happen to be a local to this fine city." Georgie says with some extra enthusiasm.
The foreign man thinks for a moment as the words form in his head, "Local is good, yes. This book, right here," the man taps the pamphlet over his heart, "says local people very friendly. Very hard working."
"Hard working while conning you, I think what it needs to say," Georgy thinks in his mind as he attempts to put his arm around the foreign man's shoulder.
"It is the day before the fair opens," Georgie says as he looks around to make sure no one has noticed his easy mark. Even the woman that was with the foreign man is now at the bar ordering drinks and ignoring the situation. "But I would be more than happy to take you on a tour of the city before then. Of course, before things get to busy."
It doesn't take much more convincing than that to pry him away from the bar and go on a tour. He walks outside into the Fish Market with Georgie and says, "Let me call cab, we will have fun."
"No," Georgie says as he stops the foreign man from signaling. "No, I think you misunderstood, let me explain it a little bit. I meant let's go on a walking tour of the city along the coast and we can see the beautiful sights! It wouldn't take very long it is a beautiful stroll!"
"Yes, sound good. We will walk!" The Foreign man agrees with much enthusiasm.
"We'll have a stroll to the light house," Georgie says as they start to walk north. "I can tell you somethings which some people don't even know about it."
"Yes," The foreign man says as he taps his pamphlet, "very friendly people."
"Uh huh," He says with a hint of amazement at this man's stupidity.
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As new "friends" are being made near the beaches, more toward the south a man secludes himself from the rest of the world. Erwin is happiest when he isn't with anyone, as he found people to either stab him in the back or leave him after things go the slight bit wrong. But as he needs to live in a society where money makes life easier he does what he enjoys which is making machines, instruments, and gears.
From his shop he has the nicest view of the graveyard and the Night Lamp Auto and Airship factory. Other than that, the city is almost an enigma. Though curiously enough, from the windows of this quaint little shop peer toward the street where large autos carrying large loads covered with tarps have been traveling down the road from the docks to outside of town for the last two months. Despite this fact, and the fact he has been talking to costumers who fully know what is going on, he still does not know a World's Fair will be taking place.
Though to his observant mind he knows that something is occurring in the world outside of the walls of his shop. To him it could even be an insidious plot by Gallvarg, Tersing, or Negustor to take over the area but it would not matter to him unless he couldn't do his job anymore.
These thoughts and more swirl through his head until the bell of the door of his shop swings open and triggers a bell. The man who steps through the door is a regular patron who is wealthy and owns a shipping company. This man is always is looking for a slight mechanical advantage over his competitors. Joesph E. Gillian, also known as Joe to those who know him and are not intimidated by his wealth, starts to browse the shelves which contain the usual plethora of parts which Erwin usually keeps in stock. Though to the most observant of people, Joe is not there for the usually spare parts but has a large rolled up piece of paper for blueprints.
Joe sees Erwin coming from the back and smiles at him, "So are you excited for the World's Fair?"
"Oh they had that one in Larsmark a few years ago," Erwin responds half in daze with this other thoughts which are brewing in his head.
"I heard that one was a kicker... perhaps," Joe says as he approaches the counter of the shop which Erwin stands behind. "But I don't know, I never get out that way. Or any way around that region."
Joe sets down the roll of paper and watches Erwin unroll it. Joe peaks over the top of the paper, "So, how much do you think you can make that for?"
Erwin starts to think about the intricacies of the device he is looking at and the hours it may take him. He looks at it and identifies as a new valve for a steam engine which has a lot of small moving parts. After a few minutes of deliberation, specification, and multiplication, Erwin says with speculation, "This will take me about a week, and with that in mind and the materials this will probably cost 1,200 Pres."
"That is fine," Joe says with a nod. "And off the subject, perhaps you should get out of the shop if you didn't know that there is a world's fair happening at your doorstep. I wouldn't mind waiting a little bit longer for the part if you did. They have been bringing in wondrous objects through the docks for the last two months."
"So it isn't the Teresing..." Erwin exclaims.
"And my daughter is about your age," Joe says as he blatantly ignores Erwin's comment. "And she doesn't have a husband yet. She would also like to go out. A man your age shouldn't be wasting away in a shop like this alone."
"Uh..." The comment hits Erwin like a large weight from the sky.
"I will pay for the admission for the World's Fair if that is a problem."
"Oh yeah... that would be great!" Erwin says with amazement, "I would enjoy going to the World's Fair with your daughter. I didn't know it was even happening or there was one... or that you had a unwed daughter!"
Before Erwin knows it, Joe has given a business card with information on it. It reads:
Ethel, age 34
Pick her up: 10AM
Location: The Scarlet Bistro
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As one man is thrust into the arms of a woman, on the other side of town there is a man who is getting thrust into something else. Bruno arrives at the Light House Bar on his motorcycle with his beloved companion, Oscar the Bear. They enter the bar and look around. As long as Bruno can remember the bar has never been a crown jewel, it hasn't even been a quaint friendly bar. The Light House Bar has always been a dirty musty place full of men who use to sail the oceans but now are either too old or to decrepit to sail. The bar matches its patrons; the tables and chairs have seen years of abuse and bar fights, the bar counter is scuffed from years of drinks sliding across it, and all the mirrors seems to have darkened due to lack of polishing or perhaps the faces of the mirrors didn't want to reflect such a dingy place anymore.
The pugilist looks around for his trainer/promoter/agent, Clarence "Clams" McGee. Clams is a short man, no higher than Bruno's knee, but is incredibly fat but despite his physique he is known as a passionate man who in his spring years was a grand prize fighter.
It has been months since Bruno and Clams have spoken to each other. Mainly due to the fact that Bruno lost the last Grand Exhibition, a competition where all of the Hepian Empire's greatest pugilists gather in Ranstoc and fight their way to the Final Match. Bruno and another man, Rebus Stanley, found their way to the Final Match and fought for three straight days. No one has ever seen a fight so fearsome or long. The single reason in which Bruno lost was due to the fact he passed out because of exhaustion 30 seconds before Rebus. Fans and lovers of the Grand Exhibition were both equally outraged and rioted for several days. Most felt that there should be a rematch, but the committee hosting the Grand Exhibition turned their back and started to rewrite the rules so nothing like this could ever happen again.
So, the night after Bruno recovered Clams left never to speak to him again, until now. Bruno decides that since it has been a few months, then a few minutes at the bar to gain some "courage" would not hurt. He gets a scotch on the rocks, takes and sip, and then makes his way to Clams.
Clams is sitting in a booth with another old man but this man is deathly skinny, has a long white beard, is missing his right eye which is neatly covered by an eye-patch, and has a peg leg. They booth look at Bruno and the old man leaves. Clams smiles at Bruno and scoots so Bruno can fit into the tiny booth.
After the usual pleasantries which most polite folk say when greeting each other Clams exclaims, "The champ of last year's Grand Exhibition, Rebus Stanley, has died due to a tragic lightening accident."
Bruno couldn't believe it but what he knew of Rebus Stanley was that he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, there were roomers that he couldn't tell a fly from a thunder cloud and unfortunately this event confirmed the myth.
"So you probably heard," Clams continues as he tries to contain his excitement, "that this big fair thing is hosting some World's Pugilist Tournament. You know, they take all the world's best fighters and pit them against each other. So, the Hepian Empire was going to use the Champ from the Grand Exhibition but he's dead! So kid, you get to be in it!"
Bruno can feel the excitement well up inside him. Then out of brash thinking he first buys Clams and him a round of "manly" drinks. Bruno starts to drink but feels no affects of the alcohol as he is too excited. Clams on the other hand has been drinking all morning.
"You know Bruno," Clams says after another round, "we should really walk on the beach and discuss this and the new career in front of you."
"No!" Bruno says as he slams his drink down to the table. "This is not the time to celebrate, we need to train! I do not want what happened last time happen this time!"
Bruno looks of into the distance and remembers the last few minutes of the Final Match. The crowd cheering him on, his competitor bigger than a mountain, and the bellowing fist swinging at him like a fierce pendulum of some monstrous clock. Just the force of the wind knocked him off his feet into the ropes and sliding onto the mats. He would have been killed if it weren't for his bear, Oscar, carrying him off into the sinking sun as the heavens above open and start to rain but as Bruno examined that on the clouds were angels weeping. Though, this version in Bruno's head is no where near reality.
As Bruno snaps back into the present, he realizes how drunk his trainer is. His trainer is trying to convince him now that another round of drinks and a song would be a good way to start training. Bruno decides to literally slap some sense into him.
"Get a hold of yourself, man!" Bruno says as he slaps the cheeks of his trainer. "We need to train now! It has been too long since we trained and I am not going to lose again!"
He starts to sober up enough that he jumps out of the booth, "Yeah! Let's train! We will make you the BEST FIGHTER IN THE WORLD!"
They run out the door despite Bruno riding in on his motorcycle. They start to run down the street and all the way to his bay-front property. Of Course, the only way for Clams to keep up is to ride on the back of Bruno's faithful companion, Oscar.
They arrive to his house, and the first thing that Bruno wants to do is run up a large set of stairs. Of course, the only place that could provide this is the town center's Clock House. Bruno at the moment doesn't care how far it is, and begins to run toward the town's center! Though, the first step his legs cramp up and he falls.
Clams comes up to him and starts shouting, "Get up! Don't be a bum! We came this far!" Clams then gives some encouraging slaps to Bruno's face. "Maybe this is why you lost the competition!"
Bruno looks off into the distance and hears his father's voice. His mind starts to wander back to his childhood. The years of training his father put him through to uphold the Von Feif family's name. Bruno never felt that he could do anything good enough for his father and his father always disapproved with his "unhealthy" curiosity of the circus. His father always use to say, "The Circus is not for proud families like ours! We are sportsmen, not Cizinec or Foreign!"
With emotions running high and frustration at its peak, Bruno clenches his fists and swings at his trainer. But misses and falls straight on his face.
After a little bit Bruno gets back up and gets his composer back. Bruno's manager isn't yelling as much anymore. They all decide after a little discussion to casually walk toward the stairs at the town Center to start training. So Bruno starts to walk he starts to think it would be a good idea to carry his trainer as they walk.
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Further south a lone rider on a large wolf arrives into town. She is known by the name of Evelyn Wolfe, though some speculate that this is only a pseudonym to escape a troubled or tragic past. Evelyn has seen the construction outside of town and has heard about the World's Fair, and to a mercenary like her that only means one thing, a job.
She stops on the hill top near the old graveyard and looks down at the city. The city seems more crowded than usual, and that would mean there is plenty to pick and choose from. She decides that a bar in a more tourist looking district would be the best place to start looking for a job. Since she has been in Ranstoc, she chooses a bar she has heard about by the ocean front.
As she rides, she goes past the town center and it is unbelievable busy. She looks at the crowd as she ride past and notices that all the extremely foreign people have blue pamphlets. All of them smiling and obliviously happy. She even hears the phrase, "This pamphlet says we can trust you," seep from a foriegner's lips. Disgust seeps into Evelyn's mind.
All the vendors are out, but most as relaxed and seem friendlier than usual. Evelyn realizes that the foreigners are not haggling the price with them and paying any price they are told. Also, the Cizinec pick pockets are having an easy time as some foreigners have loose purses which open easily. Though despite the commotion Evelyn heads toward her destination.
She arrives at the fish market and dismounts. She looks around and sees the chaos of the fair has spread here too. The Cizinec are out in full forces and so are the tourists. She makes her way through the crowd and goes through the nicely decorated doors of the Ocean View Bar. She is about to head straight toward the bar when a voice pipes up, "Excuse me, do you have a party you are meeting?"
She sighs and turns around knowing that she is not going to be admitted in due to her scruffy appearance. She goes back out into the crowd and heads off toward the light house where she knows a bar is.
She gets to the Light House Bar, and parked outside is a very nice looking motorcycle with a very large side car. The nice looking motorcycle is a strange enough sight, but with the added large side car it is even more odd. Out of a compulsion Evelyn decides to leave a gift in the side car. Then she enters the bar.
Evelyn heads straight toward the bar. The bartender givers her little notice until she slaps the counter and says, "Do you have any interesting jobs?"
He gives her a gummy smile, "What do you mean interesting jobs?"
"The kind where someone gets harmed in the end," She leans toward the bartender with a vicious smile.
"I don't think you have the right bar," he slowly backs away. "I don't get those kind of jobs here. We only have mercenary jobs. If you want any highfalutin prostitution jobs you might want to check at the docks."
She pulls out her blade, "What jobs did you exactly think I meant?"
He is a bit startled and backs away. Without a word, but with a cautious stare, he takes out a old leather parchment and starts looking through several pieces of paper.
"Well there are a bunch of protection jobs," he says as he flips through the papers. "The world's fair has brought in a lot of those. There is a specific job for a lady, but it might be out of your comfort range... And it requires a certain costume... And I don't know if you have the temperament for it..."
He starts reading the information slowly after she puts away her blade. The job is exterminate a leader of a foreign dance troupe, but in a discrete way. This leader happens to be a rebel leader in a different country. It seems the country the man represents has information that the rebel leader's dance group is missing a girl and they have been looking tirelessly for a new dancer. It would be the perfect time to strike.
"How much does this job pay?" She says in disbleif.
"It says here 1,000 plus expense." The bartender says as he puts the piece of paper on the counter.
Evelyn picks it up and looks down at it. The hand writing looks a little odd, like the writer was not use to the alphabet which the Hepian Empire uses. The sentence structure is also a little messed up and many words are scratched out and replace with the rights ones. For example, "tuck" is scratched out and replaced with "take." But other than that the instructions are clear. It says meet the country representative at the Princess Madeline Hotel as soon as possible. The piece of paper should give her a free ticket inside the hotel if she shows it to the concierge.
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From the sky the town looks busier than what Ezekeal is use to seeing. The glistening of busy auto hustling through traffic, people who look like ants swarming in and out of stores, and he can even see the last bit of construction at the World's Fair happening. He watches it slowly come more into focuses as the airship transport vehicle touches down.
The air field looks as it normally does, with the large dominating building to the west and the thick brick wall which surrounds the airfield. The iron decor, which features several large spikes, reminds visitors that they can only go into the city through the station. The station itself, with its large statue of Galau, is decorated for the world's fair. As Ezekeal approaches 30 flags are raised simultaneously. These flags are representing all participants of the World's Fair. He looks at them, he and probably only a handful of people could identify all of the flags which now wave.
He goes into the station buildings and looks around. There are more tourists in the building than usual. But still the same scene as usual; people embracing each other in greetings and farewells, people looking around lost in the large building trying to find exit, and people holding signs to chauffeur a person who is arriving. Near the exit doors a large banner hangs which says, "Welcome to the Home of the 43rd World's Fair!" Then below the large fancy letters are about 10 other languages, which one would assume says the same thing.
Though, one thing that seems particular odd is a young woman handing out pamphlets. She is a short and petite with black spiky hair. The young woman comes up and greets people who are obviously foreign while avoiding anyone who looks like a local or from within the Hepian Empire. She talks to them for a few minutes. As they talk and the foreigners look at the pamphlets and talk to the young woman, a crow which seems to be her pet, hops onto the other people's shoulders and then flies off. After the conversation between the girl and the foreigners are done and the foreigners have paid the crow returns and the strange little process continues.
As Ezekeal watches her, he notices that she is avoiding all eye contact with him. Out of curiosity he approaches the young lady after she is done with another set of foreigners. "So, why are you deliberately avoiding eye contact with me?"
The girl sizes Ezekeal and says, "Well... these pamphlets are very embarrassing to hand out to anyone who knows the city. They have a tendency to sugar coats everything."
"Does it also give you and excuse for your bird to steal from these people?" Ezekeal smirks.
Her face pales a little and she looks around nervously. She then starts to run through the crowd. Ezekeal starts to chase her through the crowd until he runs into a wall of little old ladies. The little old ladies are standing there shoulder to shoulder talking in a foreign language, and Ezekeal does not want to bowl them over especially since their large brutish grandsons are standing by.
Ezekeal makes his way out of the Air Field Station buildings and finds himself on the street. He starts to look around for any indication of the girl or her bird. He looks toward the sky about 44 Lengths to the south and he sees what seems to be a bird landing and taking off multiple times. He calls a taxi to get down there, but most ignore him. So he decides to walk to the spot where he sees the bird.
As he approaches the scene where the girl and her bird are, he sees a very familiar sight which he encountered in the Airfield Station. The charming cute girl is distracting the foreigners as her bird hops along and steals their money. So to not scare her off again he decides to sneak up on her and have his marmoset companion flings it's own feces at her bird to distract it.
His plan goes into action as his marmoset hits the girl's bird companion as it flies. The bird steers off course and lands far enough away so it will not warn the girl. Ezekeal then sneaks up behind her without her noticing. He then gently taps her on the shoulder to get her attention.
She jumps and turns around. She looks startled and confused and starts to run around. He peruses her through the area easily and catches up with the girl. They start to head into a commercial district with lots of alleys. Ezekeal grabs her and takes her into one of the alleys without harming her.
"What in the name of Galau are you doing? Are you some kind of freak?!" She says as she hits him out of frustration.
"I wanted to know why you ran?" Ezekeal stands there not reacting to the light hits which the girl gives. "I was just wondering if you needed any help and a good accomplice. Also, if you wanted any help in conning people in a less obvious fashion."
"Your not the authority or some foreign guard?" She says with confusion.
"No I used to be, but they were not as fun as they used to be." Ezekeal winks and smiles.
She smiles back and her body language changes from scared and bewildered to flirtatious. The tears seem to evaporate from her eyes and a confidant gleam enters them. "Oh really? What did you have in mind?"
Ezekeal is strangely more attracted to her more. "To start with, I still have my uniform for the Authority. This could give you more credibility."
"Okay," She says with interest and curiousity. "Since I have been doing a lot of the foot work and I started this originally, let's split like this I get 60 and you get 40. Sounds Fair?"
"Depends on how much you are making. And you might want to rethink your foot work since I was able to catch you so easily. This may need some fine tuning."
"I only really make 50 pres per area," She lies through her teeth. Ezekeal can tell because he saw more money than that enter into her hand in the Airfield Building just from the selling pamphlets alone. He can't imagine how much more her bird has stolen off of the people.
"No, I think the fairest deal you're going to get is fifty-fifty." Ezekeal smirks and shakes his head.
"Yeah okay..." She feels a little beaten at her own game. "Just as long as you don't double cross me."
After further discussion she tells Ezekeal hos she obtained these pamphlets. "Well, it seems the the Tourism Committee made a slight error in all their pamphlets they recently printed out for all of the foreigners. There has been a translation problem and the pamphlets basically say to trust everyone. So, I figured I would take them and sell them before they print out the correct pamphlets which they are basically going to give away for free. And then I can find marks easier on the day of the fair."
"How did you come by these?"
"I have a friend who works for the city's incinerator and I forage there when interesting things show up."
"How about in my Authority Garb," He says as he leans against the wall as the plan trickles through his mind. "Make an announcement to any area that has gets the correct fliers that those are the false ones. And to ensure everyone's safety, proper ones will be sold by you."
"That's a good idea. To my knowledge they are going to distribute these out to the bars in the area. I didn't see anyone else trying to hand out any pamphlets at the Airfield. Also, I think they might try to hand them out at the docks."
"Would there be any place to best utilized our plan at?"
"The only place I could think of is the Authority Office because they are forced by the government to hand out everything for the Tourism Committee."
Ezekeal agrees that would be the best place. He then changes from his street clothes to his Authority Costume as she watches in a very un-lady like way. After a few brief awkward moments and shifting on the uniform to make it fits to standard regulations, he and the girl go out to the street and hails a cab. One comes to him immediately and since he looks like an Authority, he is not charged for the ride.
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