Rave and Harkness

[girl_upgraded]

Captain Jack Harkness. Source of steady work. He always feeds me, pays me, and doesn't touch. This girl can't quite figure out the man, even though she has the data. He has data Inside that goes back years and spans the planet and moons. He confuses things, but he's reliable. He's worth working for. He's symmetrical, too. That makes him easier to

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[makes_a_law]

It wasn't the kind of place that Hobbes was comfortable in. So often that was true, recently. Siam was a string of whorehouses and illegal tenements and so many black market deals that it took effort to find a business transaction that wasn't skating the thin line of the law. Looking at it through the window in the room that Harkness had set him up with made it easy to understand why Siam worked the way it did. It wasn't that these were all bad people, it wasn't that immorality was running loose. It was just that it had been so long since anyone had seen something sure and something certain and people had forgotten how to believeThere weren't many churches on this side of town

[more_flexible]

"When I need to," Jack replied, drinking a glass of water that looked polluted. "It's her favorite spot."

He gestured to Rave as she sat comfortably, weaving back and forth, her lips moving as she whispered softly, reciting data, speaking to Nodes, speaking to Constructs.

"You're late and you look like shit, Hobbes. Something wrong? I can't use you if you're not a hundred percent."

[makes_a_law]

Hobbes watched her for a moment, a faint smile curving his lips. Was someone telling her binary jokes? He hoped so. Maybe someone else could make her smile.

"Sorry," he muttered, wincing slightly at the reprimand. He couldn't mess up this job, not after everything else. He prodded his black eye with the tip of his fingers and shrugged, stealing a glance up at Jack.

"I'm a hundred percent. I'm fine," he said quickly, eyes going to a girl that had laid down in the filth of a far corner. He swallowed, shaking himself. "What's the job?"

[more_flexible]

"Rave needs an escort. You did a good job with Phedre, so I'm going to give this one to you too. She's going to Nashi for a data dump and it's too sensitive to keep outside of her head," he said, looking at the girl Hobbes ha keyed in on. "That one's been jacked in for days. If you want to fuck her, she won't even notice," he said, then got back to the business at hand.

"Rave is special. She's my Runner, see. She's free-lance, but she's mine, so there's some ground rules. One. Don't touch her. Two. Not a lot of questions. Three. If she freaks out, use this," he said, passing Hobbes a slim case with a syringe inside.

[newtokyo_legal]

Alan, very obviously, was not a local, and he stood out like a sore thumb as he wandered in, instantly drawing the attention of some of the, well, less then civil dwellers. Thankfully there was at least one or two of them who knew who he was, and by the grace of whatever deity one preferred to call 'all-mighty', he wasn't shot on sight.

"Has anyone seen a Ripley West?" He asked loudly, his voice casual but carrying. "You see, I'm his lawyer, and I'd really prefer if he didn't end up in jail. He's about so high, light hair, charming as a brick wall... Anyone? No? Alright then."

(You can tag him with whoever, he just wanted to come out and play)