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>G-CORP BRIEFCASE (Has bizarre diagrams of prototype vehicles that Adam says should not be possible through any Singularity-based tech he knows about. Counts as 1 G-Corp favor. While owned, lowers COGNIZANCE and TALENT DCs involving vehicles by 1.)
>O-CORP BRIEFCASE (Most of the papers seem to be handwritten letters about wanting to 'go back to the past'. Maruyama notices they're doing a lot of transactions with T-Corp. The date 'December 31th 1999' keeps popping up. Counts as 1 O-Corp favor. While owned, lowers WILLPOWER and CHARM DCs when interacting with O-Corp by 1.)
>I-CORP BRIEFCASE (Alexis flinches upon seeing this one. Has a variety of chemical formulas that don't make a lick of sense to you but the terms 'Beyond Absolute Zero' and 'To Preserve The City' keep popping up. Counts as 1 I-Corp favor. While owned, improves Alexis' VIOLENCE + TALENT + FLESH by 1.)
Interesting.
Well, there's only one path forward from here. It's already late but it's not late enough where you can just wait outside of the Faustian Bargain building forever. You might as well head over to the restaurant.
Maruyama pulls on his sheathed blade and before you even know it, your group is standing out in front of it. Maruyama keels over the moment he sheathes his blade. Sweat drops down his face and it's clear he's about to fall over.
>-1 RESTRAINT! 2/4 RESTRAINT LEFT!
You're the only one able to move in time to keep him standing up. You sling his arm over your shoulder, letting him lean against you. He's dryheaving as you look up to see the restaurant you're now standing in front of.
It's a rectangular building with a hut-shape roof that really looks more like a shitty fast food joint than a five star steakhouse. The exterior is made almost exclusively out of glass, letting anyone see inside and outside of the resturant with remarkable ease.
There's a small patio area next to the main entrance which is packed to the brim with people that are clearly far more wealthy than the Handler. Bedazzled suits, heads completely replaced with fox or cat or dog heads for some sick fashion statement, neon dyed hair...style over function.
The actual main entrance is packed to the brim with a line of other bizarre corporate freak going down the line. Two remarkably normal looking employees are vetting every person who wants to be let in. Seems like this requires months of reservation or something. You turn to see if Adam, Benedict, or Alexis can confirm.
"THIS PLACe," Benedict rubs his sore throat. "Opens resERVations once per month. Random day every time. I-I could get us in through Adam's...association with the owner."
"Again, I met him at a cocktail party. I would only be let in since we're owners of the Bazaar and even then-"
"We're good enough." Benedict simply responds before Adam can even attempt to dismiss his work. "We are, my brother from another mother."
"...I could get us in real quick. I can pull some favors." Alexis half heartedly shrugs.
