Michelle Morgan: ((First post in 309045 hours! W00t!))

Terrence Hardy: He shows up at the alloted time, alone.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam is with Michelle, off to the woman's right. Back stiff and straight, looking like a soldier.

Samantha Jacobs: ((Would Sam have been disarmed?))

Michelle Morgan: ((Michelle would make sure to speak with everyone, and let them know that this can't be everyone shouting in turn...it'll shoot them in the foot. One person has to negotiate.))

Arlett: ((gets lost and called and i am going nuts!))

Arlett: ((michelle is the voice.. cause they'll take her serious and cause she is the calm one =P

Tansy Sansretti: ((here, *won't mention that she got lost*))

Travis Kennedy: ((Same. With the lost thing...))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Michelle will speak. Sam, with an idea of this kinda thing, will provide support))

Michelle Morgan: She shows up dressed more professionally then normal. Green blouse, her usual flowing, ankle-length skirt. Jacket over it all. Hair pulled back into ponytail. No funky T-Shirts, no snarkiness.

Terrence Hardy: ((It's up to Melody whether or not the participants are disarmed, but Rob strongly suggests they should be))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Rob is a good man. They are disarmed. Sam agress grudgingly))

Arlett: ((*G*... weapons.. what weapons.. just water gun *wislters innocently*. me jocking))

Travis Kennedy: ((Damn))

Michelle Morgan: Michelle brings no weapons to the meeting. She knows it's pointless, since the Concerto is Neutral ground, anyway.

Arlett: (no p`rob with leave the gun *pouts* Michael gave her for now *nods*))

Arlett: ((well up there Michelle is right, but they still have a way back to make alone.. ya know?))

Terrence Hardy: Terrence is happy to leave his XP-5 in the hands of security for the duration of this meeting, and enters the small office Mellie has allocated to the meeting, ambling in and taking a seat

Travis Kennedy: His small oval glasses glint in the light, but his lean face is quite attractive and easy to look at. His fine, well fitting suit is only slightly lighter in colour from his jet black hair, both which contrast his pale skin. He moves like the sound of his voice, which can be strong and knowledgeable as often as it can be quiet and unobtrusive. He looks to be about 25.

Tansy Sansretti: She shows up with Travis in tow, Dressed in jeans and her layers t-shirt look with a jacket to top it all of, cause she doesn't want her good outfits to get ruined if it ends up happening.

Travis Kennedy: Hands over a 9mm from an inner pocket.

Arlett: *she'll go well with well her normal cloth, just lingering close to Michelle*

Michelle Morgan: She waits until everyone is there...they're going in in a show of solidarity. She looks around at all of them and smiles encouragingly, then opens the door and steps into the office.

Travis Kennedy: Looks to Tansy to see how she reacted to the fact that he had a gun.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam remains standing at attention behind Michelle. Dressed in a plain, long sleeve shirt and nice jeans. Alert and aware.

Terrence Hardy: He's a handsome chap in his late thirties. Short, neat blonde hair, pale grey eyes, he stands about 6ft3in tall and is broad like a rugby player. He wears an expensive woolen suit in a charcoal grey that complements his complexion.

Tansy Sansretti: Raises an eyebrow and l;ooks up at Travis being full of supprises. She follows the others into the room standing off to one side.

Travis Kennedy: He follows behind everyone else going into the room, making himself unobtrusive.

Michelle Morgan: She takes a seat across the table from Terrance, nodding his way. "Good morning."

Arlett: *she'll blink, tilting her head at seeing Terrance, she is -not- going to say it but is actually relieved of seeing him, just as she then frowns, and makes a tiny wave of hand, sitting near Michelle, other side from Sam* ((asuming Sam is gonna sit near Michelle too))

Samantha Jacobs: Sam doesn't sit but remains standing at ease behind Michelle.

Terrence Hardy: He smiles to Arlett, then nods to Michelle. "Good morning."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles politely, and sits straight, like all those image consultants have told her to do and she's usually ignored. "We've asked for this meeting to discuss the situation regarding Michael Thompson."

Arlett: *bites her lips a tiny bit, mostly just trying not to fidget in seat, and paying atention. Taking to see if Hardy is doing fine, not sure why she worries so much, and listening*

Terrence Hardy: "By all means. What would you like to know?"

Michelle Morgan: "To start with, we would like to know why he has been taken by your people."

Tansy Sansretti: Clasps her handsin front of her as she listens trying not to fidget as she stands off to the side.

Terrence Hardy: "And your other requests? Let's lay this all on the table to begin with, then your questions can be addressed one at a time..."

Arlett -> Michelle Morgan: ((she told her... well what they said...))

Travis Kennedy: Has taken a seat next to Arlett. He's not important to the meeting anyway...

Arlett: *Looking a moment from Michelle to Terrence*

Samantha Jacobs: Sam remains silent and apparently relaxed just behind Michelle. Eyes sharp.

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "We would like to attempt to negotiate both his release, and stipulations that the information he has will not be used against us."

Michelle Morgan -> Arlett: ((You didn't tell me what they said, beyond "working for techies."))

Terrence Hardy: He nods. "As was already negotiated with Ms. Dravinsky," he nods to Arlett, "Mr. Thompson is ours for a short duration only, and will be returned unharmed, so long as no attempt is made in the intervening period to recover him. I'm afraid that was the deal that was made."

Arlett -> Michelle Morgan: ((she did say the wanted for a service... they dind't say more))

Arlett: *Holds out a sigh, biting her lips, so as not to speak and put a foot deep in, but looks to Michelle*

Tansy Sansretti: raises her eyebrows ans blinks several times at Terrence. she bites her lip from speaking out of turn.

Arlett: *then to him actually saying* you didn't specified if he would be released after *Actually minding her tone of voice*

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "All right. Then we only need deal with why he's been taken, and the security of us and our information."

Samantha Jacobs: She tilts her head faintly, but says nothing and remains aware.

Terrence Hardy: "What we do with whatever information we glean is beyond the terms of the deal that was made. It cannot be reattended after the fact, Miss Morgan. You know as well as I that what you're asking is both unreasonable and simply not going to happen." He smiles sadly. "I apologise, but it's not something that can be addressed."

Travis Kennedy: Folds his hands on his lap.

Michelle Morgan: "And you know as well as I that I can't allow the Traditions, or my Chantry, to be put at such an extreme risk. Surely there can be some kind of compromise made." She remains calm and polite, but business-like.

Tansy Sansretti: Her mouth opens a bit in shock of what Terrence just said, she stares at him like he has grown a second head for a few moments befors shaking her head a bit and shutting her mouth.

Arlett: *Again peers to Michelle, quiet again*

Samantha Jacobs: She nods, just faintly, at what Michelle says

Terrence Hardy: "Well, what exactly are you offering?"

Michelle Morgan: She pauses, considering. "I apologize, but I'm not entirely sure what you would want in return for what I'm asking. What is it you need?"

Terrence Hardy: "We need Mr. Thompson." He smiles amiably.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles at that. "I meant, what do you need that you don't already have?"

Terrence Hardy: "Oh..." He nods. "Absolutely nothing."

Travis Kennedy: I don't even want to imagine the torture they are putting him through for everything he has down to them. He adjusts himself in his seat.

Travis Kennedy: (done*)

Samantha Jacobs: Her head lowers slightly, though her eyes remain on Hardy.

Michelle Morgan: She pauses, considering. "Let's move to the first part of our request. May I ask what he's needed for?"

Arlett: *she looks from Michelle to Terrence*

Tansy Sansretti: Holy Crap! This guy is an ass. she fidgest just a bit moveing from one foot to another, nibblingon her lip.

Terrence Hardy: He nods. "Of course you may." He reaches into his jacket, adding "Don't worry, security have checked, I'm unarmed." He waits there, hand in jacket, ensuring none of them are going to leap at him, then slowly removes a PDA, setting it on the table and pushing it across to Michelle with his fingertips. "We are tracking a particularly dangerous Deviant. We believe Thompson is capable of taking it down, but in spite it being in both yours and our best interests, we knew he would not volunteer for the job. So we've borrowed him instead."

Michelle Morgan: She picks up the PDA, looking at it.

Travis Kennedy: Poor Michael Thompson. We had only just met, but now you are lost. Again... And you didn't even seem that insane, considering! Looks around the room.

Arlett: *moving bit to peer with Michelle, lettin gMichelle do, peering to Terrence* he might have ya know... if you -talked- to him, if it is important

Terrence Hardy -> Michelle Morgan: There's only one document on it. It's about a Reality Deviant with some long and silly alphanumeric designation that, if she reads the document, seems able to infest hosts with alien life forms that serve the Deviant, turning people into automata, accessing all their knowledge and talents and turning them to the Deviant's purpose. The Deviant is also known to be able to access victims through dreams, through television and radio, through computer programs, even through printed code.

Michelle Morgan: She flicks her way through the document on the PDA, reading it. Frowning heavily as she does so.

Terrence Hardy: He smiles ruefully at Arlett. "Miss Dravinsky, you know as well as I he would not have listened. One has to ram information down Mr. Thompson's throat for him to take it in. He's quite dense in that regard."

Terrence Hardy -> Michelle Morgan: The Deviant's purpose is apparently world domination. That old chestnut. It's theorised that there is a high probability that his intention is to open up the world to other alien entities that would overrun it and cause destruction and massive loss of life, or at least freedom.

Arlett: *bites her lips a bit, moving slighlty, peeringa gian to Michelle and the PDA and back to Terrence* well... yours don't quite talk to him.... so is more a matter of... history among both...

Travis Kennedy: And now you've been sent to your death, once again. You're being used, once again. Isn't life cruel, Michael Thompson? Travis turns to watch Michelle's face as she reads the document.

Terrence Hardy: "Oh, I agree entirely. And believe me, we are offering him the choice to work with us. We won't force his hand. But he would not sit down to discuss the situation unless we made him."

Samantha Jacobs: Her eyes narrow faintly, leaning down to murmur to Michelle.

Arlett: *Nods a tiny bit, still biting her lips, she do adds lowly* is he fine?

Terrence Hardy: "He's absolutely hunky dory."

Samantha Jacobs -> Michelle Morgan: "If you get the chance... ask when they'll be releasing him, and if they treated his wounds please?"

Michelle Morgan: She looks up from the PDA, looking a bit disturbed, and listens to Sam's whisper.

Terrence Hardy: He holds his hand out to Michelle, waiting for the PDA to be returned to him.

Michelle Morgan: She nods to her. "So, when this...spirit, I can only assume it is...is dealt with, Michael will be returned. And if he refuses?"

Michelle Morgan: She slides the PDA back to him.

Terrence Hardy: He tucks it back in his pocket. "If he refuses, we will be releasing him unharmed."

Arlett: *Looking again to Michelle, but she'll ask later,.. cause if they all crowd around no one is gonna get it, and looks back to Terrence, bites her lips*

Tansy Sansretti: She fidgets just slightly chewing on her lower lip as her gaze moves from Terrence to Arlett to Michelle and Sam.

Travis Kennedy: Hardly unharmed. Such a relative word. Rests his head on a hand, leaning forward on the table.

Samantha Jacobs: She straightens again, silently

Michelle Morgan: She nods, leaning back. She's silent a long moment, thinking. "And you are merely reasoning with him? Not trying any...additional methods to convince him to stay?"

Terrence Hardy: "As someone whose life has been saved by Thompson himself, I give you my word we are simply speaking with him, and utilising no force or Procedure to ensure compliance."

Michelle Morgan: ((stay=help))

Samantha Jacobs: She watches Terrance, again trying to determine if he's lying.

Michelle Morgan: She considers this, quietly.

Arlett: *she looks again to Terrence, she knew he was ok, peering again to Michelle*

Samantha Jacobs: 2,3,9,1,3,2,

Arlett: *and adds in a soft voice to Michelle* I... trust him... mean... he can have done us harm before and he rather... helped... not to sure why, but...

Michelle Morgan: "What about using force or...Procedure to, as you said, glean additional information from him that could be used at a later date against us?" It's not an accusation, merely a question she has to ask.

Travis Kennedy: Pawn. He narrows his eyes sleepily.

Arlett: *and rather falls silent as Michelle starts talking agian*

Michelle Morgan: She nods in acknowledgement of Arlett's words, eyes on Terrence.

Terrence Hardy: "I'm afraid I'm not going to answer that question." He gazes at Michelle. "Believe me, though. If we had the time, we would have approached you all and discussed this. But we don't, and frankly you are too disorganised to mount a half-decent assault. You are also too vulnerable to the aliens. He is not. He is a seasoned soldier. I believe he will take the job."

Samantha Jacobs: She remains at eas behind Michelle.

Samantha Jacobs: Eyes narrow. The truth behind hid words almost frightening.

Travis Kennedy: Haha! Hear that? Aliens! ALIENS!!! Idiot. He relaxes his shoulders.

Arlett: *Frowning bit at the word alien, tilting her head*

Tansy Sansretti: Alien? What the? she tilts her head to she side as she listens.

Michelle Morgan: She purses her lips, not liking the answer, but accepting it and moving on. "All right. I do appreciate your candidness on your reasons for doing this, and warning us about the spirit." He can use his words, she'll use hers. "I do have another question, though. I think it would be in our best interests to negotiate a truce of some kind. Situations like this, and others we're dealing with ourselves, can only be improved if we can share information on things that threaten us both. Do you agree?"

Arlett: *and blinks, looking to Michelle, then to Terrence*

Terrence Hardy: He tilts his head. "It's the way it's always been, Miss Morgan. We've always put our differences aside against any enemies larger than us. Quite gentlemanly behaviour, considering we're all such animals at heart, I think."

Travis Kennedy: Shut your mouth, fool! Haha! Oh, wait. The Technos could probably deal with Quintin nicely. They probably Gilgul all the time! --the bastards-- But still, if we can't deal with this, maybe we should move on to something we can deal with, and leave the big bads to the monster hunters. He is thinking to himself.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a bit. "Yes, but I was speaking in a more amicable sense then we usually operate. Some kind of situation allowing for meetings and free exchange. Honestly, if we didn't have Michael Thompson on our side, would we have even gotten a warning from you? Or would you have located one of us once we were infected, and tried to eliminate the spirit that way, without telling us about it? And I'm quite sure that we don't feel comfortable approaching your sanctum to contact you of issues we discover, considering past problems between us."

Terrence Hardy: He shrugs. "Others of your kind have walked right into our headquarters and requested a meeting. We have accommodated those requests and not forcibly held them if they have come in good faith."

Samantha Jacobs: Another faint nod.

Terrence Hardy: "I see. Clearly what I just gave you wasn't free information at all." He smiles ruefully and rises to his feet. "Good day, all of you. You may wish to ensure this gentleman doesn't wear his heart so openly on his sleeve next time." He gestures to Travis.

Samantha Jacobs: Her jaw twitches faintly and she inclines her head faintly. Eyes shifting from Travis, back to Terrance.

Arlett: *she blinks, peering to Travis, though then she stands* uh... may I ask you two questions... non realted... well kind?

Arlett: ((Tires quickly *G*))

Tansy Sansretti: She looks from Terrence to Travis a confused frown on her face then looks back to Terrence.

Terrence Hardy: He smiles faintly to Arlett. "I think you're intelligent enough to figure out the answers to those two questions on your own."

Michelle Morgan: She frowns and stands up. "That wasn't the intention of my words. I want to arrange a system for a more open exchange in the future. As I said, I'm grateful for this information you've given."

Arlett: *she frowns a bit, holding from giving hima pouty look well he is ok, but not more* bye..*so instead*

Arlett: ((and guys.. I need to go.. and I won't be back till in an hour or so))

Travis Kennedy: Travis gives a confused look, then a shrug.

Terrence Hardy: "Then perhaps next time you could find someone better with words than yourself to do the talking?" He nods to her. "It's been most plesant. Let's leave it there for now, shall we?"

Travis Kennedy: Looks up at Tansy with a small grin.

Samantha Jacobs -> Michelle Morgan: There is the barest of touches back to Michelle's back, vaguely supportive in Sam's own way.

Samantha Jacobs: "Hmm." She says quietly, allowing a frown to slide onto her face

Michelle Morgan: She waits until he's gone, then slumps back in her chair, frowning deeply and putting a hand to her forehead. "Ahhhh, fuck me running with a lamp pole."

Tansy Sansretti: When Terrence leave she looks down at Travis and smiles.

Samantha Jacobs: She lays a hand on Michelle's shoulder. "He's good. He led the conversation. You did your best Michelle."

Travis Kennedy: Don't know what these people were expecting from the Technobots. Their paradigm is 'we are set in our ways.' Seriously, might as well just get Flambleu and blow them all up. He leans back into his chair and sighs.

Tansy Sansretti: Hand still restingon Trav's shoulder she tilts her head to Michelle"May I ask what he was talking about aliens and spirits? I take it he was not talking about our problem but one of their own."

Samantha Jacobs: Her gaze shifts to Tansy, and then Travis, eyes narrowing dangerously. Travis is onbviously on her shit list.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little at Samantha, but it's half-hearted at best. "Yeah, that and six bits will get me a phone call." She shakes her head.

Samantha Jacobs: "Its better than nothing. We at least gleamed some information instead of none. No matter what, we weren't going to be getting him back. They wouldn't allow it."

Michelle Morgan: "As far as what he was talking about..." She shakes her head. "Damn. And I thought WE had problems."

Travis Kennedy: "You tried hard. Thank you, Michelle." He gives her a smile a well.

Tansy Sansretti: Blinks her eyes at Michelle" It's worse than our problems?" she sounds dumbfounded.

Samantha Jacobs: "What's up with them?" She asks, crossing her arms.

Michelle Morgan: "They've got problems with a spirit who infests people, getting all their memories and skills, and turns them toward the spirit's purpose, which sounds fairly Nephandic in style. World domination, opening up the world for more spirits to enter, all that happy horse-shit. Gets to it's victims through dreams and technology."

Samantha Jacobs: "Fun... shit..."

Tansy Sansretti: She looks supprised,"oh wow...." she shakes her head then goes to sit down.

Travis Kennedy: It seems to me that there is no such thing as our problems and their problems, unless related to our adversity against each other, but rather there are problems for this city, and for this entire world. He stands up and stretches.

Samantha Jacobs: "Kennedy.... get the hell out of my sight." She says suddenly.

Travis Kennedy: Travis looks at Sam and smiles kindly. "Oh."

Michelle Morgan: She looks up at Travis, her face tired, not really angry, just a little critical. "And you, my friend, need to learn the meaning of the phrase 'poker face.'"

Tansy Sansretti: She looks up to Sam and then to Travis then back to Sam a slight frown on her face.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam doesn't seem to care at all. "Get out. Leave. You've proven to be useeless, dense, and incapable of simple tasks. Get out of my sight."

Michelle Morgan: She puts a hand on Sam's arm. "Sam, sweetie, hold up. Trav screwed the pooch, but we still need him here. He didn't do any worse then I did. And we need a 4E representative here now, to discuss what we're going to do."

Travis Kennedy: But the war is over. Too bad we didn't win. And now the Technobots are dividing everything up, eliminating allies when they no longer fit in their plan... like now. "An order?"

Samantha Jacobs: "He's a piss poor representative. You warned your Chantry yet Kennedy?"

Samantha Jacobs: She shifts her gaze to Michelle. "You give a shit. You're trying. He doesn't care. He's apathetic."

Troo: The door opens, and a large man in a tuxedo enters - Rob, the security guy who took everyone's weapons. He clears his throat.

Tansy Sansretti: She closes her eyes head tilted to the side she rubs her rfight and across her forhead.

Michelle Morgan: She looks up to Rob, smiling a little wearily. "We being evicted? I swear, Mr. Landlord, we paid the rent..." She says it in a half-joking way.

Samantha Jacobs: She shifts and nods to the guard, shortly. A hand offered to Michelle to help her up.

Tansy Sansretti: she looks up at the security guy"Yeah?"

Travis Kennedy: He smiles. "Go talk to them yourself then. You and Issac are close, right? He'll let you in the backdoor, I'm sure." He walks toward Rob. Rob took his gun.

Troo: He smiles apologetically to Michelle. "Neutral ground and all that, Ma'am. We can't be seen to be aiding one faction over another."

Samantha Jacobs: "Tell me where it is, and I will warn them."

Tansy Sansretti: her shoulders slump a bit. She stands up though to head out.

Samantha Jacobs: Her voice is cold, and calm. Eyes on Travis.

Michelle Morgan: She nods, using Samantha's hand to get to her feet. "Understood. Please express my thanks to Melody for the use of the room. Also, when she gets a chance, I'd like to speak to her about Haven's status within the treaty."

Travis Kennedy: "Ask Issac that, if you want." He waits to leave.

Troo: "Of course. This way?" He leads through to the stage door, another security man waiting there with all assorted weapons, handing out to those they belong to.

Travis Kennedy: "Whatever. Sure, Michelle."

Samantha Jacobs -> Michelle Morgan: Her hand is shaking. Its probably all she can do to stop from squeezing and hurting Michelle's hand in hers.

Travis Kennedy: Takes his useless weapon and pockets it again.

Samantha Jacobs: Sam takes her gun and holster with a sharp nod, eyes on the back of Travis' head.

Troo: The door is opened, and they are all encouraged outside, door closed behind them.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles at Rob, and places her free hand on Samantha's shoulder, in a calming effect, before moving along with her out the door. She doesn't keeps her hand in Sam's, squeezing it gently.

Troo: ((And y'all can have 1XP!))

Travis Kennedy: Walks outside casually, not caring who comes at him first with the expected verbal barrage.

Tansy Sansretti: She is the last to leave walking behind everyone else as they head out. She didn;t have any weapons so she continues on behind the group.

Michelle Morgan: ((delete the doesn't in there. She keeps her hand in Sam's.))

Travis Kennedy: ((Yay!))

Samantha Jacobs: ((Yay! XP!)) Muscles twitch under Michelle's hand, eyes never leaving Travis.

Samantha Jacobs: Once outside, she slides out of Michelle's hands, and moves over to Kennedy. "Hey, Kennedy?"

Tansy Sansretti: (Yay! *huggles a Troo* thanks for the game Troo *S*))

Michelle Morgan: ((Thanks, Troo!)) She moves to be between Sam and Travis...off to the side, not literally between, but able to break up any fight that happens.

Travis Kennedy: Travis walks to a nearby brick wall and leans back against it, hands in his pockets, eyes down.

Troo: ((Yall roll init folks))

Samantha Jacobs: 2,

Michelle Morgan: 6,

Travis Kennedy: 8,

Samantha Jacobs: ((8 *L*))

Travis Kennedy: (13)

Michelle Morgan: ((12))

Tansy Sansretti: She stands opposite of Michelle facing her between Travis and Sam but back a bit so that they can see each other.

Troo: Michelle gets in the way just as Samantha raises her fist to punch Travis' lights out...

Tansy Sansretti: 9,

Tansy Sansretti: ((15))(*blinks*)

Travis Kennedy: He pulls out his gun again, pointing it at the ground with his right hand, keeping it right against his side.

Michelle Morgan: She looks Sam in the face, standing between her and Travis, calm and in charge. "No, Sam. It's not going to help. Let me handle this."

Samantha Jacobs: She stares at Michelle, shaking. Michelle might have had her, if Travis hadn't drawn his gun. There is the glint of metal and she twitches, her own being drawn in response.

Travis Kennedy: "I'm not here to take a beatingn or to get shot, if that what you're planning. I talk. I like talking."

Samantha Jacobs: 5,1,2,4,9,

Tansy Sansretti: eyes wide she looks at everyone. Shifts ever so slightly to move her feet appart getting a better center of gravity.

Samantha Jacobs: She actually starts to back away, the gun twitching in her hand. Her gaze unfocused, she slowly shifts her attention to Michelle. "Keep him... away from me. I'm going... to find Issac." Turn, sharply.

Michelle Morgan: "GUNS DOWN!!" It's an order, shouted at both of them, her face twisting into that of anger. She doesn't move from between them, either.

Travis Kennedy: Travis watches Sam walk away, ready to accept the punch from Michelle.

Travis Kennedy: His gun was never up.

Samantha Jacobs: Its an immediate and absolute reaction. In onw swift movement, Sams' gun is on the ground and she's standing straight and upright, stock still. Michelle's yell snapping her back to her military instincts.

Tansy Sansretti: she flinches a bit at the yell keeping her stance and looking between them all.

Troo: ((And I believe y'all don't need me no more *G*))

Michelle Morgan: She deals with Sam first, looking at her hard. "Travis fucked up, Sam. But he's still one of us. He wouldn't have come if he didn't want to help somehow. Lashing out at him isn't going to help us any, it just further fractures us. We need unity, and to see past our differences and accept the mistakes as such and move on."

Samantha Jacobs: "Yes Ma'a- M..." Breath Sam. Breath. Her postures loosens, and she looks spooked. "Yes Michelle."

Tansy Sansretti: ((*huggles a Troo* thanks again!))

Michelle Morgan: He whirls, glaring at Travis. "And you. First off, you don't bring a god damn gun to a fist fight, not against your allies. Good way to get someone hurt. And furthermore, if you want to give up and walk away, let another of your chantry deal with the situation, you're as fucking apathetic as Sam accused you of. I hope you're not...you didn't used to be. Wake up and smell the situation. We either work together and get past all this shit, or we die. End of story."

Travis Kennedy: "I'm not apathetic. And a fist fight? I can't fight worth shit." He laughs a little.

Tansy Sansretti: "Can we all go somewhere and talk about things so that we are not" She looks around "In the open? We all need to contribute to this and work together,it wasd once offered that we all work together." she looks up at travis with a soft smnile." And I know Rachelle want's to help in this unity, and would be here to help as well. Please." she looks from Sam to Michelle then to Travis her voice soft and her eyes pleading with them.

Michelle Morgan: "So you pull a gun? Jesus, Trav. You know Sam had a gun. What did you think she'd do if you pulled yours, run?" She shakes her head disdainfully.

Travis Kennedy: "I hoped that she would know that I was serious. I don't KNOW Sam."

Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head, but very wisely keeps her mouth shut.

Tansy Sansretti: "Michelle, also yelling at each other won't get things accomplished, there is mistrust everywhere, and that is not good. Parading our mistakes in fornt of each other is not going to work." Blinks Damn I am starting to sound like Abbey not wanting to talk about herself

Arlett: ((bakc,.. what I missed?))

Michelle Morgan: "Use your head next time." She sighs. This isn't being resolved here, but at least there's no injury. "Now, we need your help. We need 4E's help. Will you help us, or are you going to let this push you away."

Samantha Jacobs: ((Sam tries to hit Travis and Michelle stopped her and Travis pulled a gun, and then Sam pulled it and Michelle yelled and they stopped))

Travis Kennedy: ((*giggle*))

Samantha Jacobs: She turns, without a word, and starts to head off.

Arlett: *sighs, wavng as Sam goes and frowning, slinking behind them, and looking around*

Travis Kennedy: "Yeah, sure, think like that, but you shouldn't talk like that's the case. In a meeting between new people, always always always highlight similarities. I'm not cutting you down. It's just advice, and I personaly think you did your best."

Tansy Sansretti: She closes her eyes"We can't even stop snipping at each other, everything we say keeps getting thrown back at us..why do you feel that need to do that? It hurts and not just the person who you are aiming at but those around as well." she looks from Michelle to Travis then to Sam. Shaking her head. She tuns around to stare off at the other things around.

Arlett: *eyes Tansy, sighs, then around* it's always like this

Samantha Jacobs: She disappears

Tansy Sansretti: "Yes but look at what it has done to us. I have never thought of anyone as nothing less than equals" she turns around arms crossed "I u7nderstand that there are difficulties, but "shakes her head "But we are all the Same."

Michelle Morgan: She sighs. "Thank you for the compliment, Travis. Now, let's deal with the situation at hand. We're not getting Michael back until the Technocracy is done with him, that much is obvious. Arlett, is the security on Haven changed yet?"

Arlett: I ain't saying ya wrong Tansy *looking to Travis and Michelle* we should, I dind't get why it waslike that either... rather still.. I guess I jsut got used to it.. mostly after it hit me.. literaly

Travis Kennedy: He puts the gun away now that Sam is gone. What a loose cannon.

Arlett: *sighs* just the codes... *actually searching in her pockets and handing a card to Michelle* and the entrance cards... but if I wanna do more changes is gonna take time.... and ya gotta remember I still ain't know how to do many things Michael knew and did

Arlett: and I changed some locks and entering keys.. I am gonna give ya later

Travis Kennedy: He relaxes against the brick wall and looks over to Tansy with a bright smile.

Tansy Sansretti: She relaxes."I don't know why, I guess I just see things differently, and I hope that we can be united, I don;t see anyone as anything different than a living breathing feeling being." she looks at them all, realizing that Michelle has ignored her this WHIOLE time. "And being ignored doesn't dissway me from what I think or do."

Arlett: *Looking again to Tansy, just sighing, she -knows- she is being there* All we can do Tansy is work on person to tperson, cause as we think we are the same, we come across people who ain't think the same... like Abbye or ishachus...

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Arlett. "We fix what we can. Thank you." She takes the card, pocketing it in her purse.

Tansy Sansretti: Rolls her eyes and nods"Yes but I do not treat them any differently then I did before I got to know them. It's the same with Sam and Travis, I know of problems, but I do not treat them any differently because of that. "

Arlett: *and back to Michelle* we shoudl try to put more guards... maybe something Michael woulnd't spect, just in case, even if it only an alarm and.. huh.. tell you the rest when we ain't on the street

Arlett: *Looks to tansy* is not that what I ment

Tansy Sansretti: She looks at everyone equally." Now can we go and discuss this?"

Michelle Morgan: She looks at Tansy. "I wasn't ignoring you, Tansy. Just needed to resolve the guns being out. I'm sorry if it seemed that way."

Tansy Sansretti: She looks at Arlett then Michelle nodding her head she then steps a bit closer to Travis.

Travis Kennedy: Slides down to sit on the ground.

Arlett: *SHe just sighs, puling close to michelle and actualin sliding a hand to hold to hers* Is true... we should set difference aside... but it ain't gonna work unless we all try

Tansy Sansretti: She sits down on the ground next to Travis and leans her head against his shoulder. "You are right Arlett, we need to all try."

Michelle Morgan: She takes the hand comfortable. "Agreed, Arlett. And I'm sorry, Travis, for Angry Bitch Mode. I'm just so damn sick of hearing threats being passed back and forth between my friends."

Travis Kennedy: "I just accept them as part of who those people are. Can we go somewhere else?"

Arlett: ((sometimes, sometimes I got problems in how i was at fifteen and how I -see- kids nowa days act *G*)) *she nods to Michelle, staying there, peering to Tansy and Travis*

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "Yeah, busy street is bad. And my place is out...Sam's going to go back there, and I don't want hostilities to flare out again. Your guys's place work?"

S -> Michelle Morgan: (Sam had the demeanor that she was not going to pull ANY shit with Michelle around. She looked QUITE contrite)

Tansy Sansretti: Smiling a bit she looks to Trav."It's up to you hun." She puts her hand in his and squeezes it.

Travis Kennedy: "You might as well call it your place now. We need to buy another bed for the guest room too."

Arlett: *sighs* if that is up we can go to a hotel room

Tansy Sansretti: She gives Trav's hand a little squeeze."Let's head home then." She smiles at him. "Then looks \to Michelle and Arlett.

Arlett: *she looks to Michelle, then to Tansy*

Tansy Sansretti: She stands up still holding onto Trav's hand, and helps him to her feet.(yeah strength of 3 that's an easy feat for her)

Michelle Morgan -> S: ((Still, she doesn't want to put Sam in a situation she's uncomfortable in. As it is, she'll apologize for going into Bitch Mode, but explain she felt she had to do something, quick.))

Travis Kennedy: "Okay." he rolls out of his crouch and stands, a little shakily but he recovers quickly with tansy's help, and starts to head in the direction of his little cheap civic, with Tansy.

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "Let's go, then."