GM: Sorry for the delay, I did not get notification that you updated Squad Order.
You leave the place and look for another bar. At this hour you do not find many open bard and the ones that you do find are mostly in a cleaning up phase where the staff are busy preparing for the night when most things in the city come alive. You recall that the former bar you saw today seems to have more happening at the moment and you try to focus on what the bar tender said as a means to getting closer to the island in question.
At night you choose to find yourselves by the bar and table indicated as being prime for contacts with those of the island. As you seat yourselves you do notice the table shown to you earlier is now occupied by three thuggish looking young men with punk like attire and adolescent attitudes. You estimate them to probably be in their early 20s. They are engaged in loose conversation concerning their drinks, the women around and making fun of those whom their eyes happen to fall upon.
GM: Say what you will do now.
You send some drinks to the opposing table with a positive message. They look at you seriously and then finally crack a smile, then a crackle and continue on with their idle talk ignoring you thereafter.
GM: Who is paying for these drinks? Is Tiphereth still in this scenario? Say what you will do now.
Weir pay for the drinks and tries an opening line with the young men,
"Ya seen that broad at the back back table with the big hooters?"
Your question is welcomed but they still look at you with some suspicion. You are just too clean cut for what they are used to. One of them asks,
"What are you... Cops?"
GM: Say what you will do now. Sorry for the delay, not sure why I did not get notification. OK there are just two players in this Scenario.
Weir grins and replies,
"Well if we were would we not try to blend in a bit better?"
N'toran quickly adds in,
"No No we are not cops just simple men trying to get to the island were we may be able to harvest ourselves a ship that we can fly. "
Weir then adds in that he is hoping to salvage some electronics part for a project for which there is loud laughter from the group. One then replies,
"Electronics to run something made out of rust?"
Once again there is drunken laughter and then a question...
"What's it worth to you?"
You see the men begin to 'size you up' in an intimidating way.
GM: Say what you will do now.
Weir showing no sign of fear add,
"Well rusty ship may not fly well but they do have some parts that can be salvaged."
"Perhaps the question is what are ye offering? After all one has to understand what is for sell before buying."
They look at each other and then nod looking for some kind of approval from one another. One of them then turns to you and hands you a note followed with the following statement softly said,
"Meet us there tomorrow at 7am. Don't be late or you won't find us."
n'toran asks,
"I would like to know about the writing on the posters we saw outside if you can shed light on the words scribbled it."
They look at it and shrug it off and in a uncaring voice one whines,
"I don't know man"
You look at the note, it is some sort of paper card, you have not seen those for a long time. It has the address to a jetty in a rough part of the city.
GM: Say what you will do now.