Attracted like many others of her kind to the node located within the White Rabbit, Malaclypse pulls up to the the club in her horrifying pink Hello Kitty-mobile.

She gets out of the car, rearranges her hair (pinned up in buns with titanium knitting needles this time), pulls her skirt back down where it had ridden up to her underwear during the car ride, and walks in.

She sits down at the bar.

As always happens when a new awakened face enters the club Gand is alerted up in his office. He was making preparations for a small vacation. Some time away from the Node to figure a few things out. With Aurora supposedly in town Gand has a lot to worry about. He knows how she works and has a good idea why shes here.

Its just like Vegas, that feeling of rot in his bones. The flashes of sagging flesh he sees in the mirror. Death is hovering once again, and the person who most wants to kill him, is the only person who can keep him alive.

Gand will come down the stairs swinging the keys to his Land Rover and glass house in the mountains around his right index finger. Malaclypse is one of those women who stand out vividly, but you can never seem to remember minutes later. Like a dream where you wake up hard, but cant remember why as soon as you open your eyes.

'Tell me the name Aurora means nothing to you and you drink free all night.'

Gand says as he slips onto the stool next to Malaclypse.

Mal turns to look at Gand, surprised at the near instantaneous attention.
"Well, isn't that just what a girl wants to hear on a night out. Other than Borealis, you know, the pretty lights, Aurora doesn't mean shit to me."

Looking around the club, she asks, "so, this place yours?"

'Yeah, you like?'

Gand asks, flicking Malaclypses tab off the bar while Rachel rolls her eyes. Its magic in itself that the bar stays afloat with all the drinks Gand gives away.

'And what the hell is that, a gps?'

He suddenly asks, catching sight of one of Mals gizmos.

"Yeah, I like"
Mal glances down to see what Gand is asking about?
"Oh, that? That's an atomic densitometer/ohmmeter/calculator/GPS. Quite handy, usually."

The item in question beeps just as she finishes describing it, as if it knew they were talking about it and decided to run out of batteries just then.

"Whoops, and it's out of batteries, the little fucker. Thankfully..."
She rummages around in a small backpack that serves as her purse, a weird black rubber contraption with Lovecraftian tentacley outgrowths that Gand supposes are decorative, and pulls out a pack of AAA batteries and swiftly replaces the dead ones from the ADOCG.

The way Gand figures, Mal is either a clever technocracy plant or one of the sons of ether. No other freak would wear an atomic calculating toaster or whatever she had called it.

'So do you know the door-making messenger of death; Rahshid?'

Gand asks, while signalling Rachel for a drink.

'Or maybe that big naked freak with the grey skin?'

"Well, I just met Rahshid the other day, but I've known that big naked freak Pelayo for many years," she replies.

"I cleaned up his lab for him, even. No more face-melting radiation levels!" she crows, then turns to the bar to order a gin and tonic.

"Might as well take advantage of your generosity, mister...?"

'Awesome.' Gand has no idea what the hell shes talking about when she mentions the lab and the radiation but he just goes along with it.

'Gand, Just Gand. Who are you? ive never seen you around with the rest of the wacky Ether-lovers.'

Rachel will mix up both simple drinks quickly, setting down a tall top-shelf gin and tonic for Malaclypse and a Bourbon sour for Gand.

"My name is Malaclypse, but my friends call me Mal," she answers.

"I just got into town not that long ago, I'm trying to stay ahead of some...agent types who might want to get me and take me back to my own time. I'd rather go back on my own terms when I'm ready, thank you very much."

She smiles wistfully, remembering all she'd lost in the future, but thinking of all the danger that awaits her there.

"But yeah, I've been hanging out with Pelayo since I got here. Also figured, from the sound of it, that you guys in Sanfield might need a weapons specialist to counteract your own black-suited problems."

Gand gives Mal a strange look, less about the future mumbo-jumbo than her weapon specialist statement.

'You sure you arent working for Aurora?..'

He asks quietly before shrugging. Deciding he doesnt really care.

'I guess we could use someone like you. Though im not sure how much of a we i can speak for. You looking for a workshop or funding or something?'

Gand figures shes here for tass. Anyone who creates magical weapons needs his tass...

Mal raises an eyebrow. "Nope, still not working for this Aurora person. You really got a beef with her, don't you?"

She looks at Gand for a moment, trying to figure out what this whole Aurora deal is about, then shakes her head and continues.

"Nah, I got the lab, Pelayo owes me space for cleaning it out. And I got my own funds, comes from making the best goddamn weapons around. Of course, none of that shit is street legal, but does the military give a shit? Nope."

"Plus, if I were here for, say, fuel, I certainly wouldn't want it for free. I'm sure we could come to something of an arrangement. But most of my weapons are actually quite mundane. Just physics, man, physics."

Gand nods, she has definitly sparked his interest, and its not just her skirt.

'So can i offer you a job then? Ill supply you with fuel and cash if you can work some of your tricks with one of my vehicles. Though id prefer you didnt take it to your lab, I dont trust that Rahshid guy much lately...'

Mal perks up immediately, an almost maniacal grin spread across her features.

"A job? On a car? Fuck yeah! What do you need?"

A look of concern crosses her face as Gand mentions Rahshid.

"I just met that Rahshid guy the other day. He's training an apprentice, and he's not doing it in a friendly way. What's up with him?"

'Hes just weird. He was an apprentice himself no less than a year ago. Your buddy Pelayo and I had to snatch him from the black hats and mirrorshades... I kind of lost track of them after that but apparently hes learned a few tricks.'

Gand will shrug, sipping at his drink.

'I think hes just not so much of a people person.'

Gand sets down his drink and changes the subject.

'Well ive got an Aston Martin that Pelayo owes me some armor for, it would be nice to rock some weaponry or countermeasure systems out of my baby too.'

"Oooh, Aston Martin!"

Mal's eyes shine with excitement, Rahshid completely forgotten for now.

"I can do you a James Bond job on that, for sure! You got a garage where I can work on it? I might have to coordinate with Pelayo, though, so I don't mount weapons where he wants to bolt the armor plates."

The thought of anything being bolted haphazardly onto his baby is enough to make Gand cringe. He has more discreet systems in mind, but can go over that with the Etherites later.

'I have a garage out by the scrapyard that will be renovated and prepared in just a few days.'

Its either really good timing, or Gand just knew hed need the garage soon... sometimes Cult of Ecstasy are just good like that.

'You want to take a look at my end of this deal?'

"Perfect, next to the scrapyard means we can scrounge for materials easily...of course everything will be, you know, made better than just scrap, don't you worry."

Mal grins, excited about the prospect of doing some real work. She's run out of places to mount lasers in the lab...at least places that Pelayo doesn't make her unmount them from immediately.

"If you wanna give me an idea of exactly what you'd want, how you'd like to interface to work, etc, we can go over that whenever you'd like."

"Your end of the deal? Sure," she says, intrigued.

Seamus will walk haphazardly into the White Rabbit, half drunk, and a little wobbly.  

"Ganderman!  Check it out, normal door this time, just like you asked, I can be taught!"



Clearly oblivious that he had interrupted anything, Seamus will laugh a bizzare little laugh as he walks towards Mal and Gand.  Seamus is once again sporting clunky black boots, a kilt, his drivers cap and today, a Young Dubliners shirt.

Seamus glances over at Mal..

"Oi!  Aren't you that future chick that was hanging out with Pelayo? "

2008-12-01 12:01:36 Seamus rolls 4 dice to Perc + alert 4,6,5,2 (1 success)

2008-12-01 12:02:04 Seamus rolls 6 dice to Int + craft 6,7,7,10,6, 1 (4 successes)

"Good grief!  Is that an atomic densiometer and... GPS??"

Seamus is clearly marveling at the various technology mounted all over Mal's outer "shell".  And coming from a V-dep fluent in hyper tech, lasers are bound to be on the list for discussion.  

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Seamus is interrupting some important buisness that Gand would much prefer to keep on the down-low as much as possible.

'Ill draw up all the details for you and pelayo. Ive been dreaming this baby up for almost a year now...'

Gand will put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion when Seamus approaches.

'See that wasnt so hard. Now you just need to work on your -timing-...'

Seamus would know well that Gand always gets moody when interrupted from feeding booze to an attractive woman. Knowing Seamus he does it on purpose...

((2008-12-01 13:53:46 Malaclypse rolls 6 dice to Int + Alert (remember) 3,4,5,1,9, 6 (1 success)))

"Heeeeeey...You're that guy who was on the computer screens in the lab, right?"

Mal seems quite please by Seamus' recognition of one of her many devices.

"Well holy shit, yeah, that is an ADOCG, how did you know?"

*Whirr buzz DING* comes from somewhere on her person, you're not sure where.