P L S Changarrito

Pablo makes his way through El Pueblito, out for a walk after sunset.

	Sedna is, well, she is being Sedna. At least she doesn't seem to be looking to buy something weird tonight, oh wait, nevermind, casual overhearance of her voice leads one to believe she is looking for a TIG welder...in a prison. All while wearing a dress that speaks to being from a British secondary school, and a parasol, the beach umbrella sized thing over one shoulder as she goes, a full weather poncho tucked between her hand and handle.

This evening, Lyrik is dressed in a long, silk dress that falls to just above her feet There is a dark red Mexican Marigold nestled in her long, dark hair and she sits upon a broken ledge, looking out over the people mulling about. She offers a smile to Pablo, and a grin to Sedna as they come into her view.

	Pablo looks up and over towards Lyrik. A hand offers a wave. He can't fly (yet!) so he'll find other means by which to eventually make his way over to join her. "Hey, its me, Pablo!" he'll offer once he does.

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	"Hey assfucker." Sedna comments as she drifts near in that sort of swaying step she has, like...really swaying. It is somewhat amazing she stays upright at times. Her free hand comes up in a small wave, leaving only the question of who exactly she is addressing.

Lyriknods to both Pablo and to Sedna, still smiling. If she assumes Sedna was talking to her, she doesn't seem off-put by the unorthodox greeting. "Good evening," she purrs. "Two of y favorite people"
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<OOC> Lyrik says, "sorry about that ugly pose. My MU client hates me"

	Pablo looks over towards Sedna. had he seen her before? It doesn't matter, really, as Pabs is your friendly neighborhood familiar! A wave of greeting, then he looks back to Lyrik and settles in next to her. "What are we watching for," he'll inqure in a low conspiratorial tone.
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	"Oh good, I've been upgraded from artwork I like to look at." Sedna notes as she finishes closing the distance. Her smile is languid, and her parasol shifts as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud. Hand waving once more as her eyes drif to Pablo. "You know, everyone has all these pets here. I was thinking of getting a cat, I am rather fond of them."

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<---======##==============[ Pablo's XP Statistics ]===============##======--->
Vote XP Received:     101.90  (58.9%)   Vote XP Given:        174.88
IC Time XP Received:    4.96   (2.8%)
Nom XP Received:       66.00  (38.1%)   XP Spent:             163.00
Total Lifetime XP:    172.86 (100.0%)   Current XP:             9.86
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Lyrik chuckles at Sedna. It's a warm sound, actually, and the dimples showing in her cheek are a rare sight, indeed. "It's good to see you... 'Hermana'," Lyrik offers, "but you will always be a work of art to me." She turns, then to Pablo, "it's a secret," she says with a bit of a goodnatured smirk and a nudge, "but perhaps you can help me with something else? People say you might be a good guy to see if they need something... Done?"

	Pablo gives Lyrik a cheesy grin. He's just a quintessential Scooby like that! "Secrets are good. Many secrets, always." A paise and then he nods. "I am good with the getting things done, yes. Utility infielder, like in the baseball!"
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  Age...............................30  Amenti....................Uchumallki
  Concept..............El Brujo Jaguar  Demeanor........................Guru
  Faction.......................Sabbat  Fullname...............Pablo Balamob
  Hamartia......................Martyr  Home Base Name........La Mesa Parish
  Inheritance............Jaguar Priest  Nature.......................Fanatic
  Race...........................Mummy  Risk Level.........................3
  Tribe..........................Balam
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  Dexterity.........05/05  Charisma..........02/02  Intelligence......02/02
  Stamina...........02/02  Appearance........02/02  Wits..............05/05
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  Awareness.........01/01  Animal Ken........05/05  Linguistics.......02/02
  Brawl.............03/03  Melee.............01/01  Lore Fera.........01/01
  Streetwise........01/01                           Lore Mummy........03/03
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                                                    Lore Vampire......01/01
                                                    Lore Wraith.......01/01
                                                    Medicine..........01/01
                                                    Occult............05/05
                                                    Rituals...........01/01
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                           Herbalism.........05/05  Toxicology........02/02
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  Follow The Smoke..01/01  Gaze Into The Bowl02/02  Incense Ward......02/02
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	"You do know I have a name? I understand the sentiment, but I don't like the whole everyone is brother and sister, in the end it makes us faceless." Sedna sighs out softly, before striking a pose, hand up behind her hair, hip jutted to the side, and...it lasts about three second before she is reeling one of her legs in shaking it and hopping slightly as she goes through a string of curses in four languages, ending finally on English in "Why does everything have to be fucking outside?" She takes a deep breath in, puffs out her cheeks, and almost scowls, but she also lets Pablo go on with his baseball references.


Lyrik chuckles at Sedna. She bobs her head to Pablo and offers, "Perhaps we should all go in to the chapel or... Club," she says. She casts a look to the skies, and then one, last, almost-sad look around the yard. "Looks like rain, anyway," she sighs. And with that, she slides off the wall. "Where would you like to go.... Sedna?" She grins before turning back to Pablo and saying, "well, I was hoping you might be able to put me in contact with some people," she suggests...

	"I like it when it rains. It helps with the washing of the blood." A nod from Pablo at Lyik's suggestion. "Whichever you like."
	"Ah, the chapel windows...." Sedna finishes shaking out her leg with a small tut. "The club, or...do we have a hole around here somewhere?"


Lyrik reaches up to her dark hair and loosens the Mexican Marigold from her locks. She steps towards Sedna and, very carefully, tries to tuck the flower behind Sedna's ear. "Let's all go to the club, then, hm?" She turns and looks at Pablo, expectantly. He /is/, after all, the gentleman?

	Pablo nods. "The club, then. They have beverages and music and cozy places to sit."
	"Really, my ear? That is what you grab for?" Sedna lets out a small tsking sound, before her head tilts over towards the club. "Please, if we could, it is to far a drive to the One Card."

La Mesa Penitencia - El Pueblito(#3578RAM)

	'Hace que su sol salga sobre malos y buenos' of Mateo 5:45 has a very literal interpretation here. When the sun is shining it's on the noisy main yard that four out of the six cell blocks share together; a community all on it's own, divided by internal fences and open gates. Except for narrow no-cross-lines around the main walls which are the sole domain of the prison guards, almost everything else has grown and overgrown. The narrow dividers for inmate carts have become foundations for shops great and small but all homemade - small restaurants, used clothing, new clothing. Electronics. It seems like everything that can be brought in has representation; even electric scooters. Even at the dead of night, right up to the crack of dawn, it's a riotous life in El Pueblito; buying and selling constantly. And that's the periphery of El Pueblito, the smaller side markets.
	Much of the 'yard' is a collection of crammed together residences though. Shacks have been built, reinforced, built on top of, crowding out most of the yard area to narrow streets with miniature plazas. It would almost make the cellblocks seem redundant if not for the majority of these amateur apartments being bed and shower sized.
	And yet there's more. Some of these are full apartments, built wherever or on whatever or anchored off of the cellblocks as well for support. Some grow to the size of small townhouses. Through the winding corridors of rudely built homes and food stalls and shops, there're small little plazas, wider spaces in the 'roads' where prisoners hang out, fight, make their deals, and otherwise make the most of life behind the walls.
	There's still guards of course. As long as there's prisoners - prisoners with knives, clubs, poorly concealed firearms - there are guards, almost as much a part of the community as anyone. There's high, thick concrete walls and guard towers. And while the families and visitors can come and go, the prisoners remain day and night in their walled-in community.
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Contents:
Sedna
Lyrik

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Obvious Exits:
  Back Yard <BY>   Changarrito <C>   Cell Block 6 <CB6>   Maintenance Corridor 2B <MC>   Admission Gate <O>   Prison Chapel <PC>   Ramshackle Townhouse <RT>   Security Tower <ST>
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La Mesa Penitencia - Changarrito

	Changarrito is a fascinating example of the most complex and corrupt promise that La Mesa's 'El Pueblito' has to offer. It might resemble a ramshackle, two-storey structure from the outside, but in fact, is located on prime real estate that easily commands a greater value than the trendiest nightclub in Zona Rio. There's heavy security at the entrance, since in La Mesa, it's a buyer's market for men willing to do bodyguard work.
	Inside, Changarrito resembles most clubs in Tijuana - it's darkly lit, with numerous wall booths situated around a cheap illuminated dance floor and a mezcal bar at the back, with furnishings that are at least fifteen years out of style. There's a staircase near the back that leads up to the second floor, where there are temporary rooms for the girls to use, VIP booths and an manager's office. It is a common practice for Tijuana escort agencies or dancers operating out of Zona Rio to pay incredible premiums for the right to work nights here.
	It all might not be much to look at, but that's unimportant. You can buy almost anything in Changarrito, which is why it is so heavily patronized by the drug lords and wealthy kingpins, who having been imprisoned in La Mesa, still have needs that must be serviced. You can find everything in Changarrito from mezcal, margueritas, corona beers and Sinaloan comfort food, to pills, marijuana, cocaine and beautiful women. You could even buy a gun if you know who to ask. All of this is sold at a great premium to the prisoners who are capable of using their criminal wealth to make their stay in La Mesa more enjoyable.
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Obvious Exits:
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Sedna comes in from La Mesa Penitencia - El Pueblito
Sedna has arrived.
Lyrik comes in from La Mesa Penitencia - El Pueblito
Lyrik has arrived.

After a bit, as Pablo turns to head towards the club, Lyrik's brow lofts. She purses her lips gently and looks to Sedna with a gentle shake of her head and simply takes the task upon herself to offer the other woman her arm. "Shall we?"

	Pablo makes his way into the club, and stakes out a table for three.
There are no special places here.
	"Ah, I am still trying to figure out that one." Sedna nods, leaving her parasol by the door, before indicating Pablo. "One of Noa's I am sure?" She leaves the question hang, before a small smirk, and a slip of her arm into Lyrik's.


Lyrik, standing in for a gentleman this evening it seems, makes her way into the club and follows in Pablo's wake. She nods to Sedna and leans over to murmur, "I believe so," she says. As they sit, she holds a hand up and asks for a couple of limes, some tequila, and some salt. Then, she turns to Pablo, "I'm interested in getting back to work," she says, "putting my Druganov to good use. I was wondering if you may know anyone looking to hire?"
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna says, "So, we can eat all the ghouls yes?"
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna flosses real quick.
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[Sabbat] Lyrik laughs!

	Pablo makes himself comfortable, settling in and then looks over towards Lyrik. "What is a Druganov," inquires Pablo with genuine curiosity sparkling in his eyes. "And what sort of work? Once I know, then yes, I can try and be helpful with introductions." Then he looks to Sedna, "I am Noa's familiar, yes. In training."
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Player:    Pablo
Stat:      Blessing of Ra/ -> 3
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<---======##==============[ Pablo's XP Statistics ]===============##======--->
Vote XP Received:     101.92  (58.9%)   Vote XP Given:        174.90
IC Time XP Received:    5.00   (2.8%)
Nom XP Received:       66.00  (38.1%)   XP Spent:             172.00
Total Lifetime XP:    172.92 (100.0%)   Current XP:             0.92
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Nom XP Cap Base:      163.48 (Mon Aug 12 14:24:23 2019)
Nom XP Cap Limit:     263.48 (Wed Sep 11 14:24:23 2019)
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[Sabbat] Cadillac of Man, Sinclair says, "You can eat the Revenants sure. I think it's bad form to eat someone's Ghoul."
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna says, "What about Sinclair?"
[Sabbat] Cadillac of Man, Sinclair says, "What about Sinclair?"
	"Russian rifle, used to sell them down in indiochina as a bonus for ten AKs." Sedna nods her head softly, settling herself in, getting comfortable, eyes moving to idly watch the club. "Ah, a familiar, indeed."

[Sabbat] Lyrik says, "I dunno. I think Sinclair's a figment of people's imaginations..."
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna says, "Can I eat him?"
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna says, "And it could be worse, Sinclair could be a figment of Sinclair's imagination."

	Pablo ahs. "Like a Kalashnikov!" He is pleased with the clarification. "Wetwork, as they say?" A pause as he considers. "Most of my contacts are up the road in Mexicali. And things are /always/ interesting up that way."

Lyrik's grin widens as Sedna speaks. Watching Pablo, she cants her head to the side to indicate Sedna. "Gotta love a woman who knows her weapons," she purrs. As the tequila comes, she nods a thank you, shoots the glass back and savors the bite of the alcohol. She lifts her wrist to her lips and stares at Pablo a few moments before she says, "actually, it's... Not like a Kalishnakov, but.. That's neither here nor there. Wetwork, yes. I'm not afraid of things being interesting. And I'm always generous to my talent scout..."
	"Only know what we sold deary." Sedna notes softly, her head tilting over towards Lyrik for a moment. "Couldn't shoot something not mounted to the deck to save my life."

[Sabbat] Hello, Nurse Vera eats Sinclair's shadow. Sinclair earns: Cast no shadow flaw.

	Pablo nods. "Ok, then. Let me shake the tree and see what fruit falls for the eating. Turf tussles abound, and everyone is always looking for a new edge." A smile to Lyrik before Pabs looks over at the seafaring talk from Sedna.
[Sabbat] Cadillac of Man, Sinclair says, "You can try?"
[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna gets a straw.
[Sabbat] Magdalia waves

Lyrik nods, once to Pablo and starts to tear open her lime, a decadent treat. She looks to Sedna and watches the woman carefully.
	"What?" Sedna blinks a few times, leaning over to one side, then the other. "I was communications and elenctronics, not a bruiser. I mean I can handle a gaff hook pretty well." Slowly she rolls her shoulders up into a shrug.


	A nod from Pablo, along with a smile. "It sounds very lively, life on a ship at sea! I've only been on small boats, rivers mostly. You must have many stories."

Lyrik tilts her head up in an upnod towards Sedna, "we'd make a good team," she says, and leaves it at that. However, her smile sticks a pin in that comment for another time.
[Sabbat] Hello, Nurse Vera gets out her magical ritual to kill spirits.
	"You my dear, are more interested in teaming up with my breasts." Sedna gives a smirk, and a bit of a side glance to Lyrik. But her hands move in front of her, waving softly. "Many, and one very bad one. The One Card has been my home for nearly a decade, and the packs for fifty before that."

[Sabbat] Lasombrero Sedna says, "Isn't that just called chugging?"

	Pablo nods as Sedna hints at a rich tapestry woven from the ship's time at sea. "Maybe you might let me visit sometime. And go out into the ocean. Many mysteries, out there." Pablo seems excited at the prospect.
[Sabbat] Hello, Nurse Vera says, "We are gonna need a bigger straw!"

Lyrik laughs again, and shakes her head at Sedna. But as the woman speaks, her expression turns more serious. She sucks on a slice of lime and says, "I would like to hear your story sometime," she says. "In return, perhaps you'd let me share mine."
[Sabbat] Cadillac of Man, Sinclair says, "You're going to need a very special straw."
	"It is going to take a little time to get her in order. Need bunker fuel, replace some parts, refurbish a boiler. And I don't want to leave port with less than twenty on the ship, otherwise you are asking for trouble." Sedna nods her head a bit slowly. "Then, well, back to raiding, yes." A long pause. "I don't know if you want to hear it deary."


	Pablo looks to Lyrik, "My preparations to plumb the shadow for you are almost complete. Let me know when you have time to come and address the earlier task you set upon me." A serious and somber look, but then its gone, replaced with an earnest smile. "I need to get back to Mexicali. Begin working the rounds to drum up the wetwork for you." A look to Sedna. "Pleasure to make the meeting with you. I'm sure I'll see you again soon. Maybe on the ship, if you are so kind!"
<OOC> Pablo says, "sleepies aggros, thx for scene! will nom ppl tmrw"
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