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Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Just send him a message man. Top left hand corner.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Evelyn was quite embarrassed to be perfectly honest. It seemed funny but to her it was far from a joke. Speaking to the servant was more terrifying to her than a prole speaking to a Technocrat. She didn't ever really know what to say, as her position afforded her such impunity she never was able to find out what they actually thought of her. Looking down to the poor lass she gave the doctors shoulder a small tap. "Is it...good?", she said somewhat timidly. "Just in time, her chances are good", he replied before going back to his business. Soon after calling two workers to carry her out of the building. "Ma'am, if you would have me serve as your parlor maid or serving girl, I am afraid that I am already employed", Evelyns face dropped somewhat. Looking more sad than anything else. "I'm...sorry to have wasted you...", she was cut off as the lassie continued to speak. She was available for hire and it looked as if she might just have access to information that would come in handy, admittedly she didn't approve on such things but this was an exception. She gave a soft chuckle. "Wonderful!", she exclaimed excitedly, moving to hug her tightly. Then pulled back, looking somewhat more reserved and embarrassed. She hadn't thought if it would be seen as an offence. Or if she'd even appreciate it, the girl was right, what would a Technocrat want from a prole but a disposable servant. It's not like the servant wanted her for a friend. Most of the youths Evelyn knew were despicable. The kind of people that would use you up and spit you out. ."I don't know how long I'd need you Miss....um..., I'm Lady Callaghan....yourself? but I'd be happy to pay weekly. You can discuss it with my butler. But we must hurry away!"

She looked to see the little mechanical companion of Jacoby flying back to land on his shoulder. She gave a soft smile and gave the little automaton a soft stroke on the beak. "Thank you sir, might I enquire into your services too? If it's not a bother, I wouldn't mind the extra company and you seem to know your way around...I'll pay...", to be perfectly honest she was desperate for the company, it was rather a lonely life being a Technocrat, especially one who doesn't stick to social conventions. She didn't understand the other young aristocracy, their lives so filled with ambitions for power and money. Having friends like show pieces to brag about to their other collectables. It was rather disquieting to be honest and it seemed this was the first chance she had to actually hang around with people who were...well normal. "Your friend is in good hands miss. Please let us go. I'm sure we can avenge the damage done here today", she said before taking the two of them by the hand and trying to run to the carriage. It was getting late and the day was coming to a finish. The nightlife of the docks was getting rowdy and she had people to try and meet there. A young man actually being the first. Edward Thomson, a young prole that had robbed her purse. The police made short work of tracking him down but she refused to press charges. Instead she arranged for him a job in a bar in the port. It's the best way of reforming broken characters. Stick a man in prison and he becomes a hardened criminal. Give a man a job and he can work his way out of his destitution. He'd never let her down after that. Liberating stolen goods from criminals for her to return to their rightful owners.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

I don't believe that it is closed. You'll have to wait for the GM to reply though.

@ayzrules

The show must go on.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

That is painful. My condolences.

Police won't be able to do anything in Jamaica man. They have over 600 murder cases to solve. xD

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Yeah but the window was smashed in....Lost my phone and $300.....JMD....They broke into my car for a grand total of $2.54US. Jesus christ this country man.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Well. Fuck my ass and call me sally. My car got broken into last night. I might be able to get a post up today but StarWars...

FML.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

@ayzrulesNo worries at all :p.

Sorry about the shortness. I just know the ins and outs of RP death. Got to say, what's a textwaller like yourself doing in casual? I'm surprised you can tolerate it. xD

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Oh I realise that mate :p. It just gives an opening for dialogue. Might be some information on targets. Or an oppurtunity for some background. Take control of the NPC. :d

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

Short post but it might just move the story along.

Steampunk: Technica-Autocrator

"Why now I don't quite know what you mean good sir", in response to his comment on the technocrats. With the same dozy grin she always had. "You take care now, toodles", she waved her fingers to the Captain before looking back to Jacoby. Lady Callaghan was greeted to the confused faces of twenty or so medics. Hers however was stoic. "Lady Callaghan. We saw your flare but see no casualties. Are you alright?", her face went a bright red as she tried to consume her rage at the statement. "There are plenty of injured...Do your job", she brought her fan to her face and began to walk off. "START A TRIAGE!", one of the medics shouted as they began to disperse across the room. Evelyn looked for the servant girl. Spotting her cradling her friend she quickly grabbed a doctor by the collar and began to drag him over with her. The poor doctor quite confused as to the treatment. "Excuse me miss...I don't know if your friend is still...but I have brought assistance. She will be in the best of hands", she motioned to the doctor and gently took the young proles hands from her friend. "Miss...I don't know who's done this, but I am going to need help to find out...Might I employ your services miss?", she said softly. "CLEAR!", the doctor said, and a rather loud electric shock could be heard. As a typical lady does she rather gracefully ignored the fact that her hair was now standing on end, merely continuing to speak to the young servant. "Master Jacoby, can you arrange for transport?, I have to get to the port...", she looked at the girl and wondered if she might take up her offer. If not she had to hurry. Evelyn needed to speak to her more, less than reputable friends there. If this man was truly in the underworld then she might just be able to coerce information out of them.