[RP] The Inn of Peace - IoP (Open to all)

[Gren_Eckener]

"Yeah...with things like guns, you've got to have one to dust for prints, check of firing wear, see how cleaned and oiled it is...it's a very hands-on inspection that tells you what you need to know, I'm afraid." said Gren, serving Tyler a cup of mate as well. "It's not just something to glean. When all did this start?"  

[Azana Brown]

"According to the report, they noticed the spike in activity over the past month," she read aloud. "The confiscations have leaned more toward the past couple of weeks...the cops think they're getting bolder about handing them out. I don't know what to think...I'm not really used to carrying around more than an AEM."

"...Or the first half of the month was practice," Tyler said at last. "A test before the real deal. I doubt they'd get it perfectly right the first time."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Not to mention that the first few weeks tends to cull a herd of the idiots who can't handle themselves." added Gren with a smirk, finally pouring his own tea. "They're getting bolder, all right...now that they have the chance. What are their main targets?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Are we talking about the criminals or the police?" Tyler quipped with a smirk. "And I'm curious, too. Where are these turning up?"

"They haven't figured that part out yet. They've found a lot of them in armed robberies and muggings, but now they're turning up at murder scenes, too. The pattern's not as clear." Azana closed the folder with a sigh. "The only sure thing is that not one of these culprits is telling them where those came from."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Hmm...well, if you can get your hands on one, we can suss this one out." smiled Gren, sipping his tea. "Simple as that. Bet Max'll find a raid soon enough, right?"  

[Azana Brown]

A knock came at the door shortly after a very loud POP. If any of the regulars couldn't guess by now, then they needed their morning coffee. In walked the sandy-haired beanpole, panting a little as he held a brown paper bag. "Sh-sheesh...! Is that what I'm like when I'm--" He paused, seeing who was in the room.

"Oh. Hi."

"Taylor," Ty greeted with a nod. He still wasn't on first-name basis with the rival genius, but he at least respected the younger prodigy. "Is that what I think it is...?"

"Well, I got Az's text, and there was a second about to be tested on..." He trailed off, eyes wide at the memory. "They completely flipped out on me! Thought I was hogging it all to myself...I barely got away with it."

Az walked up and gave him a sturdy hug. "Well, I owe you one," she said at last. "If there's something I can do for you, just ask."

Upstairs, among loud music and fast typing, Max was doing her thing. She dug up the crimes from the file as a starting point, another monitor already scoping out raids on stashes or military bases.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"You didn't explain yourself?" hummed Gren, curious. "Makes all the difference...anyhow, let's have a look, eh? Can I getcha a drink to nurse while we're working?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Clean, redressed, carrying violin and belt of silver bells on her hip, the blonde wandered back down as she tied her hair up and back into a messy bun. "T'is Bonney Fair is gettin' too long. Gonna' 'awk t'is soon... maybe try blue t'is round."

She'd gather her shoes, lacing them with new neon pink strings and humming softly. Running the image over and over, the who and what in appropriate notes. Pausing, she checked her pockets- ah there they are! Chirping softly, this was going to be grand.  

[Azana Brown]

"I got to 'I need it' before Kendra went ballistic," James defended himself quickly. "They really picked the right girl to head the labs...um, drink, yes. Sure!"

Tyler departed upstairs, returning moments later with a set of tools and a towel to lay everything out on. "Ready when you are, Gren. Hope you had an eye for antiques."

Azana chuckled and shook her head. "I'll check on Max...Good luck, Honey!" She called, heading up the stairs.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Gren chuckled, pouring James a cup of mate before tucking some loose bangs behind his ears before nodding to Tyler. "If I didn't when I arrived, I've gotten a taste for it by now...what all are we looking for aside from serial numbers, firing damage, usage and such?"  

[Azana Brown]

"Thanks!" James took a sip, eyebrows raising before he took another. Not quite what he typically drank, but it wasn't bad.

Oh, gods, he has caffeine, Azana thought, sipping her own. We're all doomed.

"Well, the first on that list can be crossed off. The cops know where to look for that, and it's not there," Tyler answered, already working on dismantling it. "Firing damage, usage, any sort of distinctive features in make or wear to give us an idea where these come from. Military issue is a good theory, especially if all the weapons are uniform, as they seem to be so far." He was already halfway through, though his brows were already knotted. Something was clearly bothering him.

Max looked over to the side screen, frowning at the results. "Those're all too old...nobody's been raidin' in the time frame...gotta dig harder. Maybe they just didn't get noticed..."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Knowing better than to get between a tinkering genius and his latest toy, Gren watched, sharp eyes on the lookout for anything awry. "Well...looks like they aren't cleaning them too well, so we can suppose that the kids using them aren't too trained...have they fussed with the firing mechanism?"

Down the stairs sauntered Charlotte, looking immensely pleased with herself on having made another trip around the sun.  

[Azana Brown]

"No," Tyler answered, finding where the serial number would be and studying it intently. He reassembled the firearm partially, then took it apart once more. "...interesting. We've been trying to figure out how they removed the serial numbers without a sign of tampering. The answer's simple. These never had them."

"Never--well, that rules out military issue," Azana frowned, crossing her arms. "They keep track of those things. Should I tell Max before she fries a circuit...?"  

[Astra_Senpai]

Honey hummed, cracking her knuckles, she touched four points and clapped her hands together. "I's bad luck t' say Robin 'Ood luck b'fore a performance, Love," she chirped, grinning. "Ta~"

And off she went!

Roused by the muttering and the noise, Tamriel drifted down the stairs with papers in hand and silver spectacles on her nose. Long tail wrapped around her hips, tall ears flicked back, her lips moved as she skimmed the page. A pleasant smile was offered, "Hello, Dears," before she slipped into the kitchen.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Straight from the manufacturer, then, I'd suspect." hummed Gren with a frown. "Or, worst case, they're making their own."

"I'll tell her." said Charlotte, flicking a chibi up the stairs, who summarily scampered to Max's room and wiggled in under the door. "Que pasa? Oh, hi Tam!" she added, smiling.