Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Here!))

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He opens the door to the warehouse, striding out as though he were watching for the car to arrive. His attention swivels up, then down the street- a healthy glance for distant rooftops too.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: 4,8,6,2,3,

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: Spyder's driving Jer's car, and he rolls up to the warehouse, driving inside if Ing opens the roll up.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *Sure does. He backtracks quickly after making sure they're alone- sticking a hand inside the door to catch the hanging console and pressthe button.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He's sitting in the passenger seat, looking a little paler then usual and quiet. He smokes a cigarette with a slightly trembling hand, the window all the way open.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: he pulls to a stop inside the warehouse, turrning the car off, and then cutting the lights

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *as soon as the door is open enough to allow for the car to enter, he closes it behind them.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: When the car stops, he looks around suddenly. "Where are we?" He looks to Spyder questioningly.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He closes the warehouse door, discreetly locking it behind him.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: Spyder shrugs. "Dunno. Wherever that stuckup bastard told us to meet him."

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am] -> Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: 3,6,9,1,7,4,6,5,

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am] -> Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: 1,5,2,6,2,7,3,

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *Then moves toward the car. He frowns slightly, considering Jer's condition for a moment, looking from Spyder to the tables where the computers and lap top are set up. ((ST note- in keeping with the fact that he told Spyder he was going to check his email, he really did. Opened up a freeware account, accessed it, then shut it down again.))*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods a little, and opens the door, getting out. He nods to Ingvar, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Hey."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He quietly hopes Guido and his boys have to dig under that little shitheels fingernails to get to whatever they need to cleanse the taint from him. He consoles himself with this, moving to Jer's side to help him out of the car.* What happened to you?

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Hey, hey," he says, getting out the car eagerly and heading over to the laptop. "This is great."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He shakes his head. "Nothing. I'm fine." He looks at the lap top and computers. "We good to go?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: Yes. That should be everything. *He leans in, presumably Spyder will be distracted by the mess of hardware.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He checks everything over then moves back to the car and pulls his special case out, moving back over to the laptop. He makes sure the cabling's all set up right and then fires everything up.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at Ingvar a long moment, then shrugs, whispering back.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He stares at Jeremy for a moment...* Dream. He said he needed a volunteer to calibrate it. Did you volunteer? *His eyes are hard, and uncompromising.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He stares back at Ingvar a long moment with haunted, angry eyes, then turns back to watch Spyder work.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He types away happily, whistling some tune to himself

 

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: 9,2,4,10,6,9,4,

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: 9,9,5,3,7,2,9,10,

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: 4,2,8,8,1,

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He steps away, watching spyder for a moment as he decides exactly which vertebrae to fold the man from..... sixth. He's of no use to his Tribe anyway. He moves over nearby, thinking rapidly and doing his damndest to only catch the screen out of the corner of his eye.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: His fingers fly over the keys, and hooks an adapter up, then plugs the device into the laptop.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He sits at the hood of the car, extracting a cigarette.* Spyder- this technology isn't going to breech any privacy laws, is it? For instance- you don't have to download dreams brain into any computer do you?

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He snorts. "There's no law on the books against uploading somebody's dreams to the net. Because no lawmaker can imagine that such things can be done."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He chain-lights another cigarette off the old one, then drops the butt, crushing it out with the toe of his boot. He walks up next to Spyder. "How's it going?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Whatever he needs to do at this point, Ingvar." He says it without looking over at either of them.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: Oh- they won't have any trouble getting a patent then... that ought to be helpful. *He sounds casual enough, moving a bit closer once he's done speaking. He looks around, presumably to where Garou may be in the Umbra.* But won't this make the doctor able to reprogram him?

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: Sure.. *He directs it to Dream.* Its just an interesting idea. That's all.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He snorts again. "Of course it will, if it was implanted in him and activated. But this is just a prototype. Relax."

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Ah...yeah, baby," He grins at the screen. "That's what I'm talking about..."

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He chuckles to himself. "Of course I did it. Who the hell you think you're dealing with? Some asshole grad student just outta Podunk U?"

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He snickers, motioning to the screen as if he's talking to a real person. "All there, baby. Look for yourself..."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He listens to the one-sided conversation, his eye flinching a little bit at the pride Spyder is obviously taking in his work.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9] -> Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: ooc- its going to very quickly become apparent to whoever's watching by the daggers he's staring into the man's back that unless he gets an order to stand down he's likely to kill Spyder after he's not useful anymore.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9] -> Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: but it looks calculated. He's no where near frenzy, just calm and cold.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *Pale pools flick to dream.. damnit.. then back to Spyder.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He snickers again, nodding. "That's what I thought." He leans forward, looking intently at the screen. "Yeah, you could say that."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He reaches into his pocket and draws out a small spool of latex gloves. Quietly extracting two, and slipping them on. Over this he puts his driving gloves, then slips one hand inside his coat to check his pistol briefly.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *replaces the spool quietly.. then slips it back into a pocket of the overcoat.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He glances over at Ingvar a moment, staring at the gloves over the gloves, then looks back at the back of Spyder's head. "Ingvar. Talk to you for a moment?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: Certainly. *He nods, moving off to one side with the man.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Sure." He keys a few more things in, then stares at the screen intently. "Oh...I see."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He keeps one eye on Spyder, his face plain. He doesn't appear angry or out of sorts at all- perhaps a little frustrated, or thoughtful.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Damn, he's a slick one. Genius."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He walks a fair distance away, then stops with Ingvar, keeping his eyes on Spyder and speaking in a low murmur. "What are you doing?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He clasps his hands behind his back, leaning in to talk to Jeremy.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Right...Right...so...let me see what you got."

 

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He grunts and types some more info into the laptop.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Dayum..." his brows raise, and he stares at the screen, impressed.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks at Ingvar a moment, is face impassive, then nods, looking back to Spyder and speaking in a quiet, almost preternaturally calm voice.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "So when can i meet the guy? This is too good to pass up."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He doesn't wait for a response, just walks back over next to Spyder, watching him work.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Yeah. Right. Right...I understand."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He tilts an eyebrow, swiveling severe features to regard Dream.* Spine indeed, Mr. Thomas. *He watches him, considering* We try it your way. *Pale pools swivel back to regard Spyder.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((He used to be such a NICE boy, too... *G*))

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Okay." He nods to the screen, which doesn't appear to have anything on it to anyway. "No shit? He's still active?"

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: ((on it to anyone. doh. Fingers are being bad and not listening to the brain))

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: ((Bah- nice is overrated. Say it with me, kids: ~effective~ this scores him points with the Ingvar!))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Who's still active, Spyder?" He looks at the kin, taking a drag from his smoke.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "The One Who Watches."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *His eyes swivel between Dream and Spyder... he does not seem in the least suprised at this.* Is this a good thing, or bad thing? Is he helping the Doctor?

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "He's going to bring them more subjects. Asians."

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "The Doctor's going to hook him up."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: He gets a lot of volunteers. *He raises his eyebrows.* It seems this could have vast impact on the field of psychology... *He seems to mull over an idea.*

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: He nods. "Yeah, it's all about the science."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns at that, and looks over at Ingvar. "Hook him up with one of the devices?"

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Naw, hook him up, like he did the last time."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He meets Dream's eyes for a second.* When is this to happen? I thought you had only made a prototype..

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He cants an eyebrow at this.* Pay him? What exactly would the doctor pay his agents? *He seems legitimately interested.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "What did he do the last time, Spyder? Specifically?" He has a good idea what Spyder's talking about, but he wants to make sure, plus get Ingvar in on it.

Singha [Feb 9, 2:30 am]: "Uhmm..." he hits a few more keys, then snickers to himself. "Sorry, that's...classified."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *murmurs.* Damn. Thought I may have found the fast track for a minute.

Phone : ~inggy's phone rings/buzzes/blinks/plays o canadian or other cute ringtone~

 

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "But I knoew where the drop off will be."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He withdraws the (vibrating) phone. and answers it*

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "And when..."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *speaking into the phone* and?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Where?" He looks at Spyder.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "And when?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: He laughs, shaking his head. "I don't kiss and tell."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He leans back slightly.* Oh? It appears we are on the same page once again. I have been working toward this same thing. A moment.*He walks toward the other end of the warehouse.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: Yes I know. I thought of that a little while ago. Try to get in touch with someone important and arrange a meeting.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He exits the warehouse.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He furrows his brow, looking at the kin coolly. "Then why tell us you know it, Spyder? It doesn't make sense that you would tell us you know it unless you planned to tell us. Do you want something for the information? Is that it? What's your price?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: He glances away from the screen to regard Jer. "Look...I'm in this for the science. I'm not telling you anything if that guy..." he hooks a thumb in Ingvar's direction. "Is gonna show up and piss all over it."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *currently outside, in case dream needs room.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He closes his eyes, trying to center himself, but finds it more difficult then he can manage at the moment. So he reopens them, aiming his hard, near-dead gaze at Spyder. "Listen, Spyder. Have I done anything that in any way hinders the science of this? In fact, hasn't it been the opposite, and I've been a prety good sport thus far?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: He nods. "Yeah. You can come if you want. If you want I can implant you. I'm sure the Doc'll have some cool upgrades by then."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods, feigning his best attempt at gratitude and hoping the man's complete lack of empathy holds for the next few moments, at least. "I appreciate the offer, Spyder." He takes a last drag of his cigarette, then walks a few steps away, finding himself shuddering a bit at the most remote possibility of being implanted with one of those....things.

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Sure thing," he turns back to the laptop and keeps typing.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "When do we leave?" He chain-lights another cigarette and crushes out the other one under his heel.

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Looks like...March."

 

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He turns around. "March? But the One Who Watches is..." He stops himself, and shakes his head. "And we'll be there at the same time as him?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Doc's outta the country until then."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Ahh. I see." He considers this.

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Yeah, Doc doesn't stick around anywhere. Likes to keep all his plates spinning."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Sounds like a busy guy." Said quietly, as an afterthought.

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Got to keep those projects up if you're going to get the funding."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He nods. "Good point." He looks over to Spyder, trying to lighten the tone of his voice to curiosity. "What all's he working on at the moment?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "You know how much easier it is to get test subjects and use the good chemicals without all the red tape and legal mumbo jumbo here in the U.S."

Phone : (*hugs* Night guys!)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((G'night!))

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: "Uhm...same projects, basically, but you know, fine tuning. I guess he's ready to field test some of it."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He blinks as his phone rings, and he nods to Spyder. "Hold on just a sec." He flips the phone open. "Yeah?"

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: He types away happily, not paying much attention to Jer so long as he has the laptop in front of him.

Singha [Feb 9, 3:00 am]: ((and I neeed five-ten to take care of something. Gonna kill the nick for a few but will bbs))

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: ((damnit!))

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *On the phone, still outside, talking to Jer* Do you want me to stay out here?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "No, it's cool. I'm fine." He does his best to make it sound like he's talking about the calibration, rather then the current situation, though even thinking about it gives a slight hollowness to his voice.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He pockets the phone and comes back inside.*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He flips the phone shut and slips it into his jacket, looking at Spyder as he works away, his gaze slightly unfocused.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: (nails the damn thing down))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Hey, Ingvar." It's a casual, non-chalant tone to his voice as the man walks through the door. "Good news. Spyder's going to take me to see the doctor, see if I can get an implant." He looks at Ingvar, silently staring at the man, hoping he catches on.

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: You know, that may help you with this depressive mood you find yourself in lately.. perhaps if you are one of his subjects the treatment will be free. *He moves over next to the car again, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a chrome lighter.*

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: "Sure, I could probably swing that," he says, showing that he's one of those guys who can be arms deep in code, yet still follow conversations.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Surprisingly, that doesn't draw a smile from him. "Well, that's good to know. Thanks, Spyder."

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: "Sure thing. You guys oughta have some mood regulation. Must be hell living like that."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "You have no idea." Not that he was talking about the same thing Spyder was talking about, but still...

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He glances at Spyder. For a moment he considers the hermit, after his comment. A man who has never experienced pack. But carries blood that may call him to it. His gaze passes to the computers as he wonders how much those things may have soothed this.*

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: He grunts, and rubs his eyes. "Look, it's been fun, but I need to get some sleep. Unless you guys have a case of Mountain Dew."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He decides it doesn't matter, beyond moving his decision to the seventh vertebrae. This way upon insertion the lungs will be clenched shut for a moment- causing immesurable pain as the diaphram contracts in shock, but the air is not allowed to leave. Yes. Certainly seventh.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: I will get it. Dream- do you want anything?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Excedrin Migraine, more Marlboros, and rum and Coke. The Jeremy Thomas Trifecta, tonight."

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: *He nods.* Spyder, just Mt. Dew?

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: "You can grab some jojos and snoballs, maybe some Adrenaline rush."

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: ((you guys want to call it there?))

Ingvar Urgahaldt [pre Feb 9]: ((sure))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Works for me.))

Singha [Feb 9, 3:30 am]: ((alright thanks for the RP guys))