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凸 <span class="mu-i">Rita Hammerhead</span> 凸
<span class="mu-g">>Tail 'Suit Dick' to his car or however he got here. It's just like that Assassin mission in Thief!
Wisdom Rolls: (26), 80
Magnitude 2 = Barely Successful
Dexterity Rolls = 92
Magnitude 2 = Success
>Try to glean some dirt off of him--does he talk to anyone on the phone? Any identifying marks or conversations to see who he's working for?
Wisdom Rolls: 92, (28)
Magnitude 4 = Failure
>If caught just attribute the display of autism in the meeting as nerves--if he gives Rita a business card or something she'll be certain to discuss it more once she's thought things over (but really this guy's gonna get STAKED OUT LATER)
Charisma Rolls: 99, (52)
Magnitude 4 Barely Successful</span>
‘<span class="mu-s">A</span>utist’, at this point, is an insult flung around anywhere- at times, with little reason. The true definition is that of someone unaware of concrete facts or data, someone who sees the forest but not the trees. But when it’s all laid out in front of you and you pick every green leaf, yet fail to pick up the intent, the purpose of their very existence- what does that make you?
>Tail 'Suit Dick' to his car or however he got here. It's just like that Assassin mission in Thief!
Not wasting one more second, Rita darts out of her office, rides down the handle of the spiral staircase, dashes under the water roller coaster, and past the moody employees still making sure the ride won’t send anyone flying to the street. She struggles a bit to make her way through the people waiting outside, nimble as she is, popping from every crevice big or small between the people as if she was made of slime. Finally out of the hivemind, Rita turns and turns around frantically looking for suits, white beards, or suitcases full of money. Nothing. The young business girl’s catharsis came up too late.
Rita feels a faint shiver going down her spine. Not a big deal. Nothing to worry about.
As she turns around in defeat, the very corner of her eye sees it: that very same white beard, behind a tarnished window, and the window is on a car, and the car is getting away. Rita gets pumped and looks around, but there are no golf carts to snatch away, and the traffic lights are still green, and if she grabs onto that car maybe it will go another way, and the bus is too slow, and-
-fuck it. Before even she knew it, Rita was in the back of a moving pickup truck. Rushing to the ledge, she spots Suit Dick’s fancy car further ahead, getting closer by the second. YES. Turning around, Rita is faced by a bunch of surprised construction workers dressed in bleached rags, none of them fitting the standard definition of male beauty, yet all with muscle to show for their trade.
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