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

[Zulma san]

"a tracker?! Now that sounds like fun and adventure! Cool!" exclaimed the little brunette.
"I'm Celine. Nice to meet you and please drop the Ms it's far too formal. I'm a nurse soon to be doctor! " she added happily waving her book around as if it was a sign of her brains while the front cover clearly showed a half naked man kissing a lady in a beautiful dress.


Zulma chuckled. Oh she understood Azana farm too well!! She was herself not an innkeeper at heart so she could relate.
"mannequins? That's odd. Well if you pick that job and need a sidekick I volunteer! Anything to get away from those!" she told her friend.


"strawberry spicy roll? Weird name. What kind of spices would you put with strawberries!?" he wondered, puzzled.
He scratched his head. "I'd offer you some help but I'm afraid I would do more harm than good in a kitchen!" he admitted.  

[Azana Brown]

"It wouldn't be the first private contractor I've worked with," Azana chuckled, remembering with mixed feelings some of her previous contacts. "...I think I'm going to do this one. Something seems strange here, and I'm not just talking about mannequin thefts. Who's controlling them, and how...? Why isn't anyone following them home...?"

"..." Sosol watched his wife quietly. He could probably figure it out with psychometry, if given the chance. That's why he hadn't touched the pictures. That's probably why she hadn't given him the pictures at all, simply shown them to him. She wanted to figure this one out on her own. He'd let her; he had made a much better bartender than an agent, really. Investigation was all fine and dandy, but eventually, the culprit had to be confronted.

"The kind of spices that sear your tongue in a flash fire," Kristen answered, the memory just as vivid as if she were tasting it in that moment. "But before any real pain sets in, it's followed by a wave of sweet strawberry that quenches it and brings the whole world into sharp focus and clarity. That's...that's the only real way I can describe it. The recipe is so vague...I may need some taste testers, if I can't handle it myself."

"Data connection's confirmed," Tyler reported, glancing over to the window. While Remy reminisced, he worked on the coding for the compression and translation programs. Without proper programming, raw memory data could easily fill a few drives and serve little to no purpose. Video, sound, images, pictures...so much potential. Remy's memories in particular...a future that never happened. An alternate view into what might have been, what they had been ready to try and avert.

Maybe, getting it out like this, he can finally be relieved, he thought as he continued to type. Then again...this is only a copy. We're not cutting and pasting here. We could...but somehow, I don't think he wants that.

Max leaned back with a beaming smile. It wasn't much, but she had scraped together a few minutes worth of footage. Some little videos of their time together, a few pictures of her parties...she stifled a giggle at a candid shot during some dance lessons.

"Aw, Ty...you're all grown up now," she joked wistfully, staring at picture of the two of them. She always treasured it...one of the few times she caught him in an honest-to-goodness smile. Not forced, not halfway, not sly...real happiness. Before he vanished for a couple years, before she thought he was gone for good.

"Betcha Z would flip ta see this one, eh...? Make 'er a little jealous, try an' sneak it outta ya again."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy hummed, letting his mind wander. "Is there picture? Is it coming in clear?" he smiled, tactfully omitting some more personal truths about the innkeepers. There were some memories he didn't mind keeping secret; he did for Tyler, and he would for them too.  

[Azana Brown]

"I'm getting plenty of data, yes. I'm working on the decoding program as we speak," he answered, typing furiously. He had remembered the majority of it, and the rest? Well, he just had to translate what he wanted into the programming language.

"Once I have the program done, we'll be able to see and hear the data like you do right now."  

[Gren_Eckener]

"Brilliant. Tell me when to quit." he said calmly, continuing on, trying to keep his thoughts slow and simple, supposing it to be similar to trying to download pictures on dial-up.

Yawning drowsily, Adam puttered down the stairs, hair sticking up funny despite his attempt to comb it, clearly only half-awake. "H'lo..."  

[Zulma san]

Zulma smiled. The perspective of a mystery and some potential action was much more thrilling than accounting and bookkeeping!
"could it be that those who tried to follow them home just don't remember?" she pondered. "like brainwashed or something? When you say basic things? What are they stealing? Food? Objects? Do people notice the credit card right away? Could it be people dressed as mannequins?"

When a sleepy yet friendly voice greeted the company, the turned her head with a beaming smile and got up. "I'll be right back." she excused herself to azana and walked to Adam to give him a warm hug. "hey there"


Jeff was not really convinced by the description. He wasn't sure he was ready to be a Guinea pig for Kristen's spicy strawberry recipe. "I'm not much for sweet stuff, I'd rather have a nice piece of steak!" he said. "but you should try Zulma... Or Azana." He offered casting a look towards the main room to see who was there. "usually girls like that kind of stuff."  

[Azana Brown]

Azana froze in the face of Zulma's rapid-fire questions. To them, she simply flipped through what information she had at the moment, skimming for potential answers. "Well," she finally chose to answer, "I guess that's what we're there to find out." She pulled out a cell phone and called HQ to confirm the mission and receive further contact information. She'd need to find out if there was any pattern, or perhaps simply be on call for the next heist.

Sol smiled and waved to Adam in greeting. "Must be getting warmer, if you're out and about. Sleep well...?"

"I'll keep you posted," Tyler confirmed, remembering he had his back turned and Remy was wearing the helmet. The data had slowed, likely due to Remy being more deliberate with his thoughts. Good. More time to program. He'd have the session stop when his partition was in danger of getting too full.

"Oh..." Kristen frowned. Apparently, Jeff didn't share her passion for this sweet. "I understand...I'll see if I can distract one of them. Thank you for helping with the ingredients, though..."

Max decked herself out in reds and pinks today, heading down to join the world and give Zulma her little challenge. If Ty ever thought she was staying out of this budding little relationship, he really was delusional!  

[Zulma san]

"Hmhm" nodded Jeff before leaving the kitchen and going to sit at the bar.
"Can I have a glass of water please?" he asked Sosol. Usually he helped himself but if the bartender was there it would be rude.


The blond woman had nodded to Azana. She guessed that her friend probably didn't need her for that mission but if the opportunity to help out came, she'd be very excited to be part of it.

When Max appeared in the main room, Zulma who was still talking with Adam, waved at her.
"I love the pink!" she called to the woman with a bright smile.


In silence Lin walked down the stairs, dressed in a pale lilac wool dress.
She too sat at the bar after a bow towards Sosol.
"Sosol-san. Please. May I trouble you for a glass of water as well?" she politely asked.  

[Gren_Eckener]

Adam chuckled sleepily, but gave Zulma a very warm, cozy hug. "It's been far too long, Zulma...how are you?"

He nodded to Sosol with a wave. "Just for now, really...but I can't spend a-a-ll~ my time in bed." he said, stifling a yawn.

As it was inevitable for any mind, his thoughts started to wander. Good times on the beach last summer: sand, surf, all kind of beers.  

[Azana Brown]

"Well, a glass of water might help wake you," Sosol offered, already pouring a round for just about everyone. The glasses would move, but never the water. A well-kept secret of psychokinesis was how difficult it was to move liquids. He had never taken the time to really practice it...didn't care to, either. His gifts were enough for him.

"Drink up, everyone!"

Azana nodded one more time and hung up the phone. Moments later, a text came with the contact information for a grocery where some of the footage had been taken. "Alright...that's the first lead," she announced to no one in particular. Part of her almost wanted Zulma to come along...anything to help her out. Eli would have done a much better job with the financial papers, but he'd been too busy traveling.

"Thank ya!" Max winked, giving Adam a quick squeeze in greeting. "Hey, when ya get a minute, Z, I was hopin' ta talk to ya 'bout somethin'." She beamed happily, clearly in a good mood as she sauntered to the bar and snatched up a glass of water.

Kristen sighed, alone in the kitchen as she unfolded the recipe from Howard. "Alright...let's get started..."

Tyler had been lost in his coding for a minute or two when a message flashed on his second screen. "Hm? Ah...that's enough for now, Remy. You can stop. Anything else will have to wait until I can condense the data."  

[Gren_Eckener]

Adam loosened the hug enough to take his water with a smile. "Thank you, Sosol...I did need a drink." he grinned, taking a sip. "Is it strange to say I've missed you all, even though I was just sleeping?"

"Righto." said Remy, letting his mind go blank. "Take it off when you're ready, I don't want it to overflow or something."  

[Azana Brown]

"Not at all...you haven't seen us, except perhaps in dreams," Sosol reassured him. "It's easy to miss someone when you don't see them for a while, even if you're physically nearby."

"You can take it off any time you want. It'll take a while for the code to compile, even after I finish," Tyler explained, continuing to type. There was quite a bit of data there, but it would wind up compressed to a relatively small size once it's decoded into image and video.  

[Gren_Eckener]

"I know, but I was asleep." he chuckled kindly. "I don't dream much, at least not much that I remember, while hibernating, so it's not as if I was aware of it. But when I woke up, I have to say, seeing everyone's just plain refreshing!"

Nodding, Remy took off the helmet. "Know what'd be cool? If we could get this thing to automatically transcribe as things go. When we're done, we'd have an illustrated narrative!"  

[Azana Brown]

"Hello? Yes, my name's Azana Jacobs...I took the burglary case you submitted." Azana was already on the phone with a store visited by the strange mannequins. "I was wondering when I could visit and interview some of your workers. They could probably give me some idea of what we're dealing with here."

Tyler's typing stopped in an instant, and for a moment he seemed entirely frozen. His head turned slowly around, a side glance meeting Remy at last. "...goddammit," he sighed in exasperation, a loud click as he hit the backspace key to undo some of his work. "You just had to say something like that, didn't you...?"

He was frustrated, yes...but he had to admit, it was a good idea. It was also entirely possible. His mind was already working out how to translate it into code. It would certainly save some time on conversion, and while it wouldn't be instantaneous, he could have a good portion of it done before a recording session was over.

"The best part of waking up is having people to wake up to," the bartender nodded, his hidden eyes locked on his wife.

"...this next?" Kristen was talking to herself, trying to decipher the recipe as she combined the ingredients. Cooking like this was a lot harder than she gave it credit for...!  

[Gren_Eckener]

Remy smiled a charming Stan Laurel grade grin. "I say what comes to mind,when it comes to mind...can't help it if it comes late in the game, but it's better than never."

"Too true...did I miss anything?"