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[shabby]

[ The video opens on a man's face, a little too close up for a few seconds. Then he pulls the arm with the communicator back, lengthening the shot and showing vegetation behind him. He's in the atrium, currently sitting on a low hanging tree branch. ]

Hello, alien-abducted internet peoples.

[ He says it cheerfully, with a smile and a wave. For a man who comes from a world without shit like this, he's unperturbed. Possibly because he thinks it's a drug-induced hallucination. ]

How are you today? [ He gestures off to the side. ] This is crazy, no? Outer space and shit. It's like a movie.

[ The image shakes a little as he starts digging through his pants pocket. Eventually, he pulls out a joint and, remembering that he's in the middle of talking to people, asks; ]

Hey, does anybody have a lighter?

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[doxing]

I'm always in the market for new friends.

(yeah, apparently she's on the same wavelength. especially when weed is mentioned. she can't remember the last time she smoked a blunt, likely the herb provided by that radical los muertos group. not that long ago, but enough to make it appealing.)

Good heavens! Are you offering me... The Drugs? (put on her best-worst rich white girl accent, hand on her chest as if she's offended at the very idea, playful.)

[shabby]

[ That just makes him laugh. He's heard people who talk like that. Usually they tried to buy him off before he killed them. ]

Sure. Not the best drugs. Sorry. Those are back on my island. But I have some marijuana that's pretty good. I can share.

[doxing]

The grass is all I'm willing to touch anyway. Addictive personality... I wouldn't look as cute as a junkie.

(a wink, stepping off the elevator into a very dingy district from the looks of the low lights and interesting crowds.)

I hope you're close.

[shabby]

I don't know. Maybe?

[ He pans his wrist around, showing some kind of weird service corridor. ]

Looks like a maintenance building. This right?

[doxing]

(bringing her map up with a hum, following the paths with her finger. annnd he's lost.)

Pobrecito... Just keep on walking down that hall, then take your second left. (with a tap, placing a marker down that'll follow a steady walking pace and guesstimate where the man will be.) After that, you're not too far from me. I can meet you there.

(and she sets off... again. you're lucky you're cute.)

[shabby]

[ Technology isn't such a big thing on Rook. All of this is terribly new to him. But he's seen movies where shit like this is normal, so he doesn't struggle too much to keep up. ]

I see it. I will meet you there.

[ He follows the directions and quickly finds himself finally at the Black Market. A quick search of the crowd and he sees her. ]

Sombra! Long time, no?

[doxing]

(good thing he's quick, sombra hadn't even begun to tap her foot impatiently. her name's called and she wheels with an afterglow of neon.)

Feels like an age, Vaas. (a crooked smile, arms wide.) Ready to haggle?

[shabby]

Always.

[ He starts reaching for the knife he keeps at his belt, then pauses and cocks an eyebrow at her. ]

Do you mean haggling like threatening to kill them if they don't give us what we want or some other kind?

[doxing]

Use-your-words haggling, but...

(eyes dropping to the knife, raising her chin. before walking on by with a brush of shoulder and a lofty little shrug.)

I mean, who am I to boss a grown ass man around? You do what you like if it works, su Alteza. I'm too cheap to do anything other than window shop. C'mon.