<> * Rochelle looks out the window, listening to music on the player she brought along. Oh look, red. More red. This is exciting! * Fitzroy has a few magazines such as "TSM Gamer" and a few random datachips laying around in the car. You guys just push 'em out of the way. There's not that many. ( See, this is why nobody takes recreational road trips on Mars. ) (I want a road trip on Earth. We can blow up Wall Drug.) (You will certainly get it.) (To blow up Wall Drug? WOOT!) (Well, the road trip.) * Leopoldo leans back, having taken a small laptop backpack with him as well. He taps his foot to a song, even though he's not wearing any headphones. Hey Fitz, mind if I smoke? * Fitzroy has his TSM comp in an inside pocket in his jacket. He's still hooked up to it. Shh, too loud! What's too loud? Well.. I'll just crank up the filters. Go ahead, IF the others don't mind. * Vera looks at the others. "You mind?" Not particularly. * Rochelle waves vaguely. "Nah." * Vera takes out a cigarette and smokes, then. * Fitzroy cranks the filters and keeps speedin' along. It's Mars out there, after all. * Vera puffs on the cigarette. "Damn, hope we don't have to go all over the country for all of these things." Bet we'll have to go all over the galaxy. They're found all over the place. I wouldn't be surprised if we'd have to go to Earth, Io, or even Europa. * Rochelle shrugs. "Or at least the solar system." Fun. Yup. We got the funnest job ever. This had better be worth it. Ian and the others made up names for ID's. You guys want ID's in case we need to talk to anyone? Well, if we're going to be stuck together for this, might as well find something out about all of you. * Rochelle sighs and turns off the music. She looks at Leo. "Okay." Any of you care to start, or am I going to need to break the ice? By all means. Yeah, smash that ice. * Rochelle glances over at Roy. "Make whatever." * Fitzroy shrugs * Leopoldo chuckles. "Anyways, I was born on the asteroid colony Carner to a pair of former Earthers. As such, they're still more than well off, even though I set off on my own to make my own fortune. I know it's a rarity, but where I grew up 24's were more of a rarity so I'm somewhat self-concious of my appearance. Hmmm... I like mixing foods, I play American Football, and I currently run a sort of freighting business for the colony." Cool. So yer job is to haul stuff, which'd be why you have a ship. Yup. Well, that's cool. Don't think I met anyone from out there before. * Rochelle looks over at Fitzroy. "How 'bout you?" hmm.. Well, I move around a lot. I don't really have a job, but I've got some money I can tap in to if I need it. But you said you live in Twilight. Why the hell would you wanna live there? * Rochelle frowns. "And why'd you just say you live there, anyway?" Gotta live somewhere. Well, I have an apartment there. It's just a more permanant place to keep stuff I don't need with me. * Leopoldo raises an eyebrow. Yeah, stuff. * Rochelle looks out the window again. How are you going to keep stuff if it's always stolen? Anything important I have, I keep with me. * Leopoldo nods. "Anything else you'd like to share?" * Fitzroy waves a hand dismissively, "I haven't really had a problem with stolen stuff." * Leopoldo shrugs. "Okay, Vera, would you like to share? Sure. I travel a lot, smoke a lot, and hunt people for a living. Yeah? What kinda people? (Nasty peopleses!) People worth money. (Bad ones!) Well, long as I'm not suddenly worth money, 's fine. * Leopoldo chuckles. "Short and to the point I see." 'S the way I like it. * Rochelle turns her gaze to the window. Reeeeeed. * Vera looks out the window. "Well, that killed some time." She glances at Fitzroy. "How much longer?" <> Shouldn't be too far. Good.