OOM From The Future: in which there are many shiny autographs

[claudiometer]

Vintage 429
New Orleans, LouisianaIt might've been more useful to try to track Lancaster down last night, if Claudia were here with Pete or Myka or even Artie. But Jamie's a noob, and she didn't really give him much of an explanation on the plane, so she thought the time was better used filling him in - not to mention, the both of 'em needed sleep

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[walksthebounds]

Jamie's eyes currently look something like this: $_____$

"There's got to be a fortune's worth of junk crammed into this place!"

. . . and some of it looks awfully unguarded, just ripe for the taking. Jamie's fingers are itching in his pockets.

[claudiometer]

"Ohhhh, this isn't junk." A lot of the books in sight look like they could be first editions; even if they weren't signed, they really wouldn't be junk.
"I think I see why they wanted to add this guy to their collection, anyway."
It's highly recommended that Jamie's fingers not do more than itch. This is proooobably the kind of place that would notice something walking out the door unpaid-for, and besides, it'd get in the way of their Gather Information check.

[walksthebounds]

"For a given value of junk," amends Jamie.

Jamie's never been a scholarly sort; tragically, first editions don't mean much to him beyond the dollar value. If he never had to read another book in his life, it'd be too soon for him.

He shoves his hands into his pockets. Pockets which, unfortunately, are probably not really large enough to shove a full-size book into . . . maybe he'll come back later with larger ones. After their mission or whatever this is is done.

[claudiometer]

As a quasi-musician herself, Claudia would be drooling over the guitar collection even if they weren't signed. Seriously, how did they even get half of these things? What does it take to start a collection like this?
(How many of them are in fact replicas because the originals are in the Warehouse?)
"...Right. Work. That we're here to do. I make no guarantees we'll get to talk to Lancaster on the first try, but that doesn't mean there won't be someone in the crowd who could offer some--"
She stops midsentence, goes still, and looks around the building's ceiling, like she's looking for stereo speakers. (There are a few of those around, but they're blissfully silent at the moment; the background noise is provided entirely by the crowd that's starting to come in.)
"Did you hear that?"