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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dlsharrock" data-source="post: 4262960" data-attributes="member: 55833">[SBLOCK=OOC Everyone]Whether greenstar likes the idea or not, I think the average university student would leap at the chance to earn some extra 'beer money'. It is really up to greenstar though, and how she views her own characterisation of Arabella. Her psychic talents may be too personal to sell to strangers in some (sorry Sam) seedy bar.Greenstar?[/SBLOCK]"Well well," she smiles at Adam again, all perfectly aligned teeth and ruby red lipstick. "Handsome, chivalrous *and* single. And...wait... don't tell me, rich beyond my wildest dreams? Let me guess - you sell real estate for millions and attend psychic discussion groups in your spare time? That really is a guess, honey. I'm not about to pry, unless you want me to that is." She exhales a stream of smoke which wafts past Adam's ear, carrying with it the scent of Cara's perfume.Anybody paying attention would notice the smoke is blown with enough force to pass both Adam and Arabella and wreath Philip in a dirge of nicotene mist.In the far corner of the bar, Chatanooga Choo Choo reaches an end. The ambient chatter of drinkers punctuates the quiet while the juke box lines up the next record: Ernest Tubb singing 'Walking the Floor Over You'.OOC: It seems Lucean and I posted simultaneously. I've edited this to include a response to Lucean, though I'm moving Philip's response forward somewhat as it disrupts the flow of coversation where it naturally falls and there was obviously some confusion with Lucean's rolls equalling his turn in the sequence. I think most players assumed that was Lucean's turn, while I think Lucean assumed it was OOC. So...BICBefore Adam can answer, Dr Philip speaks up:"Well now," Cara smiles, pats Adam on the knee and shifts all her attention to the Doctor, "excuse me honey, me and Mr X here have unfinished business it seems."Cara blinks but the smile remains in force, "sharp as a button honey. Sharp as a button." Her eyes click from Philip to Arabella, to Adam, then to Sam. "You'll forgive me all, I hope, I meant no harm by my barging in on your little... soiree. But Mr X here is right. I'm not being entirely up front, and for that I apologise."She gives a little whistle and from behind the shadow of a nearby pillar steps a wide shouldered Chinaman dressed in a tight fitting checked shirt and a green dickie bow. He wears a skull cap and spectacles. Around his neck hangs a camera. Though his expression is somewhat meek, he looks capable of snapping trees with his bare hands."This is Chen, just in case anyone gets any funny ideas. He's my photographer, but he's also quite protective of me. An impulsive sort, if you know what I mean." She stubs out her cigarette. "My name really is Cara Welsh, but I'm not psychic. The truth is, I don't usually get what I need if I tell everyone I'm a reporter for the Arkham Gazette, so I've developed this nasty little habit of telling everyone something else instead.""To answer your questions, Mr X, someone called the paper, a right thinking, God-fearing visitor to your lovely little corner of town who overheard one of your morbid little meet-ups. And there've been rumours besides. Ugly rumours. As to what I need, I don't. But I think you can guess what I *want*. The public's a hungry animal, Mr X. Like me, they want facts, not rumours. So maybe I should drop the malarkey and cut straight to the chase. I already have names, and Chen here's got a helluva memory when it comes to faces. So... what exactly are you people up to?"</blockquote>

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