Willa Torres: Girl walks in through the
front door. She wears a black and Orange Fox racing jacket and windpants. Hair
in cornrows, face in the mode of unnerved.
Miranda Okanedo:
She is sitting in the main area, a book open in
her lap. The woman is short, standing at about 5'2" and weighing around 125
pounds or so. Dark skin and ebony hair, braided down her back, make up a woman
of about 30. She looks like she's seen her fair share of years, with signs of a
hard life underneath her pleasant demeanor. Her eyes, a rich brown, have extreme
wisdom to them. She's dressed in a plain, natural-fiber shirt and a red sarongm
with sandals covering her feet. A warm, pleasant smile is usually on her face,
indicative of her infinite patience and wisdom.
Miranda Okanedo:
((Color change!))
Willa Torres: "Uh. Hi. Hope I came t'
the right place."
Miranda Okanedo:
She looks up, eyes passing over Willa
appraisingly. "Good evening," she says, her voice heavily accented with an
African flavor. She sets a bookmark carefully in the tome and shuts it, setting
it aside. "Perhaps you did. How can I help you?"
Willa Torres: "Uhm." She looks behind her
nd then around to make sure there isn't anyone in earshot, then lifts up her
phone. "I'm a..looking for..whoever's in charge."
Miranda Okanedo -> Willa Torres:
The phone lists the names "Miranda Okanedo,"
"Marty Starling," and "Rachelle Andrieson." Then, the last name statics in and
out, before going out completely.
Miranda Okanedo:
She smiles a little bit. "I may be able to direct
you there. Why do you need to see whoever's in charge?"
Willa Torres: Nodding and the looking at
he lady she says. "Right, you know a Miranda or Mardy?"
Willa Torres: "It ain't somethin' I really
wanned to discuss ya know, in public." Doing her level best to convey some sort
of embarrassment. Hey, she's in a mssage parlour, after all.
Willa Torres: Former massage parlour then.
Miranda Okanedo:
She nods a little bit, with a pleasant smile. "Of
course not. But we are not exactly public, as the business closed down some time
ago." She chuckles a little. "So again, I ask you what why you seek Miranda or
Marty?"
Willa Torres: "Because I'm out a place
to live and I was kinda wanting to let them know. The guys who evicted me might
be coming to see them soon too."
Miranda Okanedo:
A little frown, and she nods, getting up from her
seat. "I see. And the individuals who eveicted you...I assume they are not
exactly friendly to those like you, Miranda, and Marty, as well as others who
may reside here?"
Willa Torres: "Yeah, you got it."
Miranda Okanedo:
She nods, with a sigh, and picks up her book,
heading toward the black door. "Come with me, child. I will help you find what
you seek."
Willa Torres: A glance to the way behind
her and then she follows the lady. "Thanks. I uh. Well, there's a long story
behind it."
Miranda Okanedo:
"There always is," she says as she heads through
the door, and up the narrow staircase on the other side. The tone in her voice
is politely amused. She heads up to the first story, moving into the Chantry's
common area, holding the door open for Willa.
Willa Torres: Enters as the door is
held open for her. "Thanks. Again."
Miranda Okanedo:
"Of course, my dear." She nods, gesturing past
the cushions and entertainment area, toward the table. "Please, have a seat. I
am Miranda Okanedo."
Willa Torres: Sits as asked, and seems to
relax a little, allowing the shoulder bag to slip off her shoulder and rest on
the ground near her. Smiling a little as the lady introduces herself. "Good
t'knowya. I'm Willhemina Rosita Acosta Torres,but you cin call me Willa. Most
people do. I was the main defense coordinator for Camelot SDF-1."
Miranda Okanedo:
"A pleasure to meet you, Willa." She seats
herself, hands resting palm down on the table. "Forgive me, I cannot say I am
entirely familiar with Camelot SDF-1. Where is it located?"
Willa Torres: "Well, it was in the 'Web.
But I dunno if any of it survived the invasion. I gotta tell you. It ain't good.
Piddling little chantry. Few VAs e'en heard of it. So I don't know how the
Technoprats did, but they came. And a LOT of them came. Seems awful weird..them
spending that much of thier resources to screw with a little nothing chantry."
Miranda Okanedo:
She frowns, deeply, at that. "I see." She sighs.
"This is not the first we've heard of this. Some time ago, one of the Chantries
in the city was apparently taken by the Technocracy. The Chantry was unused, but
for one individual who escaped, and has since left the city."
Willa Torres: She leans forward, elbows
on knees. "I thought they..ya know..backed off. You know, funds dried up and
people in short supply? It's crazy!"
Miranda Okanedo:
"Yes, that was what he had believed, as well."
She nods, expression solemn. "It appears, however, that this may no longer be
the case."
Miranda Okanedo:
((he=we))
Willa Torres: "We gotta tell more people.
S'possible that they decided to pick off little chantries in order to psyche us
out, but there wasn't anything missing in that assult, so I don't think that's
it."
Miranda Okanedo:
She nods again. "It's quite possible that perhaps
they are attacking smaller chantries first, in the hopes that they could
eliminate them before warning could spread." She leans back, considering. "We
have four chantries currently here in New York City...the information will be
spread through, I can assure you."
Miranda Okanedo:
"Do you have a place to stay right now?"
Willa Torres: Standing, she retrives her
bag. "Good. I'll get in touch with my people in Cali too."
Willa Torres: "Uh, no. I don't."
Miranda Okanedo:
She nods a little, rising. "You may stay here for
now. Come, Willa...I will show you to a room."
Willa Torres: "Thanks again." She seems
ill at ease, accepting help when she is used to relying on her own devices. But
she also seems grateful. She goes with the woman.