[b]November:[/b]

Merkin leaves the booth for the bar, and orders another boilermaker. When the bartender turns to get the bottles, he starts typing the character string onto his phone. 

Soon Orange will be with White again, on babysitting duty for the tenner client with the two year old to look after. 

Here’s an extra detail, a rub that explains why Muffi would give this to you specifically. The client is one of the twelve district prosecutors for Renaissance Apollo. The maid-babysitting is an easy job, but the client will only match with already very high rated contractors. 

Starlight Bandara - she’s young for a second generation emigre, her parents came to [i]Aevum [/i]late from what used to be Sri Lanka. Learning English was a formal requirement of relocation, and some took longer than others. Starlight’s name is an enthusiastic show of her parent’s pride, of their new language and where it had taken them. 

Her kid’s name is Sarah. 

There are two conflicting missions here. One is White’s, getting the tens needed to get to [i]Thrones[/i] at the end of the week. The other is Black’s. A district prosecutor is an important node in the web. Justice is blind, but not the assistants that guide her sword. 

D.P Starlight is primarily concerned with enforcing IP protections. Most of her cases are over pirated print-patterns being used to create gray-market bootleg at a scale large enough that it’s worth an arrest - It’s a bigger deal than it sounds, without physical currency in circulation, merch is the default for counterfeiting operations. 

In terms of direct relevance to the Black mission, probably not much - but her direct relevance to the network of power? That would be invaluable. 

The job starts soon. What’s the priority?

[b]Pink and Persephone:[/b]

York slips through the door with a finger to his lips. Under one arm is a slab of fluorescent green Sharply Sweets, a truly godawful brand of strawberry cider, saturated in sugar and boasting a 17% ABV. One of Coca-Cola’s™ first forays into the liquor market, devastatingly popular with underage drinkers and [i]only[/i] underage drinkers. 

“Just for appearances.” He explains, sliding the slab onto the kitchen counter and breaking off a can from the stack. “You know the old trick with a clipboard and lanyard? This is just that for slinking around the city at the wrong hours of the night. Nobody wants to deal with pissed squeakers.” 

He takes a sip, shudders and winces. “Tastes like all my favourite mistakes. Here’s to another one, fill me in.”

He hasn’t seen Marco yet.