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[slayer_fray]

Mel's rubbing her neck when she comes into the bar, hair messed up and gun still un-holstered from a fight outside

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[hatchingviper]

Deitmar does not look at all like someone who was clobbered with a flowerpot in recent history.

Okay, when he sits down at the bar and asks for lunch, there's bald patches on his wrists. But that's the most obvious evidence he ran into interesting events. "Hello again."

[slayer_fray]

"Hey," Mel says, looking up as she slots her new cartridge into her gun. "how's it going?"

[hatchingviper]

"More interesting than usual. It looks like you're finding things a little rugged yourself."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shrugs. "Not really. Just got jumped on the way outta a grab. Nothing unusual."

[hatchingviper]

There's a glance towards her badge.

"I'm going to summarize," Deitmar says wearily, "and I'd prefer not to have interruptions until I'm done. . ."

Because some people react immediately to things like that in a Pavlovian manner, he waits to see if she has an interruption to make before he gets started.

[slayer_fray]

She doesn't have an interruption, but she does have an eyeroll, lifting her beer bottle to drink while waiting for him.

[hatchingviper]

"Right," he says, and plunges ahead. "I've been the subject of one of the recent and more disturbing rashes of strange events. One person has been following me, watching me, sending odd notes, and similar behavior. It's escalated, and most recently I was knocked out, restrained, and temporarily imprisoned. Obviously I freed myself, but he's still around and probably still affected. I was given a possible antidote for his obsessed state. I don't intend to get close enough to give it to him myself."

There.

She does not get the there was poetry part of the complaint, although in a way it's as objectionable as the flowerpot. At least it wasn't Vogons.

[slayer_fray]

"Who?" Mel asks.

[hatchingviper]

"Calls himself Le Chiffre." He hands over a packet. "Antidote."

He's keeping the rest.

[slayer_fray]

"Description?"

Antidote goes in Mel's pocket.

[hatchingviper]

He keeps the description short, sweet, and covering all the details, from the scar over the eye to the tendency to wear black.

Still leaving out the taste in poetry.

[slayer_fray]

"Right," Mel says firmly. "I'll have words."

Maybe blows. She'd like it if there was violence

[hatchingviper]

"I'll leave it in your hands."

He'd like it if there were violence too, but unless he gets to take the guy permanently out of the way, there's no point.