Dark*Matter: Discovery, the Beginning

[yestotom]

Being something of an introvert, Cyrus is not ready to jump right into some organization he knows nothing about. At the same time, he is conscious of how much he misses the comraderie of the Michigan track team and how, since he has been in Chicago, he misses even the social outlet of his D&D gaming group.

His intellectual curiosity of ancient and prehistoric civilization gets the better of his social shyness and he speaks up, "I think I might like to know a little more." Even as he says the words he recognizes the double meaning of wanting to know more about the Hoffman Institute and to know more about the things unknown things to which she has alluded.

 

[kinem]

(ooc: I assume that the paramedics have seen Diego and given him first aid.

He is worried about the risk of tetanus from the old blade, and would have asked if he needs to go to a hospital.)

Diego has been quiet for a while, taking it all in. Thinking.

He asks of the Hoffman agent "So what happens to people who don't play along with your cover-ups?"

 

[Shayuri]

"In?" Meredith blurts in surprise. She opens her mouth to say more...then stops abruptly when Diego asks his question. Then she holds still and waits, listening intently.

 

[Falkus]

OOC: Everybody wounded has had their wounds treated. A hospital visit would be required after you're finished here, but there's nothing urgent or life threatening.

The agent looked Diego. "Why, nothing, of course. Why should we have to do anything? Nobody will ever believe you if you tell them what actually happened, so we don't have anything to worry about."

She then turns to look at Larry. "The Hoffmann Institute is interested solely in learning the truth. That's all we can promise you, aside from a regular salary and routine excitement. If you interested in finding out more, come to this address in two days at three PM. Oh, we'll also have your weapons and the sword back from the police and waiting for you there. We'll ship them back to you if you chose not to show up," she then hands out business cards, that simply read Hoffmann Institute, and listed an address on the outskirts of Chicago.

 

[Friadoc]

Cade listens to the Hoffmann agent answers the suspicions and questions of the others, taking the business card when it is offered.

"Thanks, ma'am," says Cade with that slight roguish smile. "See you in two days."

Remaining silent until the others have asked the Agent Lear anymore questions, Cade held his voice until it was just the group of people from the library who 'acted in' instead of witnessed the events inside.

"Well, I hope t'see you in two days," says Cade as he looks at each one of you. "I could care less if no one believed what happened in there, but I doubt I could just go back to the blissful ignorance we had before...or that I'd want to. I'm not to thrilled about people not knowing, or believing in this, but I'd rather be doing something about it, whether I trust the Institute or note, then going back to being clueless." With a wry chuckle, he adds, "I, mean, dang, the truth actually is out there, ain't it?"

 

[industrygothica]

Nick takes the card with a warm smile and a nod. Realizing he doesn't have any weapons to pick up, he says nothing about showing up at the Hoffmann Institute, though deep down he knows that he will, if for no other reason than to answer the previously unanswerable. "Thank you," he says as he puts the card in his wallet.

 

[kinem]

The agent looked at Diego. "Why, nothing, of course. Why should we have to do anything? Nobody will ever believe you if you tell them what actually happened, so we don't have anything to worry about."

Diego follows up on the question. "OK, that's true, but what about someone who can prove something? I mean, if there are real necromancers and all, surely some of them are more interested in the fame and fortune they could get by going public, than in murdering people and such."

 

[Falkus]

"Most of them know the benefits of keeping our secrets secret. The others tend to get laughed down when they try to demonstrate their abilities. And for those who can convince other people, well, they have no means of mass demonstrating the fact that magic exists. Television? This is the age of CGI. Radio? Even easier to fake than on television. Live performances? Magicians do acts that are even more impressive that most magic in Vegas every night."

 

[Shayuri]

"So...what would we be doing?" Meredith asks, looking at her card. "Do we need to give two weeks for the jobs we have now, or...or what?"

 

[iwatt]

"The Hoffmann Institute is interested solely in learning the truth. That's all we can promise you, aside from a regular salary and routine excitement."

"A job? I've never had a steady salary in my life. Trust me to get a regular job working in the exciting field of paranormal studies." The truth is that Larry had been small time all his life. Small confidence jobs, petty larceny, nothing to write home about. The idea of doing something special, of been special, certainly held an appeal. Still, he couldn't resist the chance to joke around "Do you guys offer a good dental plan?" Taking the offered card, Larry is ready to leave.

[sblock=OOC] Larry is going to tryo to save the night as much as possible, by taking Janet out on the town with the credit card he palmed. A good restaurant, and then off to a fancy club. Champagne, caviar, the works. He'll get rid of the card after the night is over.

Also, he will spend the next couple of days working over whatever contacts he can find trying to get as much info on this Institute as possible. He'll pretend to be a reporter, or a uniformed cop, whatever is requried, to get what is needed.
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