@stephen.strange

[rehandle]

For those of you I haven't introduced myself to yet, my name is Dr. Stephen Strange.

The more recently arrived may not know but thanks to the generosity of Morningstar we own two buildings in New Amsterdam: one is the garage above the current safehouse and the other is a bar under the sports stadium in the city.

The latter we intend to open soon as Red Wings, a working sports bar, with a view to ensuring financial independence and security for us as a group going forward. It's been in the works for a while, will operate under the management of myself and [Bad username or site: clarke @ griffin], and we're looking for a staff.

We'll need bar staff and security for busier periods. We're aiming to create as much opportunity as possible, so if you're interested don't hold back on letting us know. There's no application, no bar work experience necessary, we'll just need to speak with you to figure out suitability and availability. If you're interested in a security position I need to stress that power use is absolutely out of bounds, so experience will be a little more important here.

If any of the more financially established of you can volunteer time or resources while we get this off the ground, that will also be appreciated. Any of you with significant Cooltalk followings, I'd like to talk about collaborating to help us hit the ground running.

Any questions, interest checks, etc, you can get in touch with me here or with Clarke or myself personally via direct message.

Comments

[antihistamine]

maybe.

but you're right, the displaced are generally p hot.

[ She could mention some exceptions, but she won't. ♥ ]

[strove]

It could be the defining link between us.

[Clarke finds that Doubtful.]

[antihistamine]

no. if that was it they wouldn't cut off our hair.

[strove]

Oh, that's to put in the implant.

[antihistamine]

yes, i know, the annoying guy who woke me up explained it to me.

but if they wanted us to be hot they would find some other way.

[strove]

You can't make it work?

[antihistamine]

wow, are you negging me??

[strove]

Gentle teasing?

[antihistamine]

[ Lottie's confidence is a façade who could have guessed. ]

Oh, well, you can never tell online I guess!!

[strove]

Don't worry. I can see how it might be taken a worse way.

[antihistamine]

and i guess this isn't really online, is it?

[ still getting used to the weird braintexting network ]

[strove]

It is online. Technically.

[antihistamine]

but it isn't like, the internet.

[ What? ]

[strove]

No, it's the internet.

Is it different in your world?

[Because ... that's the standard conclusion, isn't it?]

[antihistamine]

no!!

i mean, yes!!

i mean this network is a secret, right??

[strove]

Yeah.

So everything in your world was out in the open? That sounds like it'd be hard to handle.

[antihistamine]

i mean, there were private chatrooms and stuff. but those are only private as long as everyone in them keeps it that way.

[ She had someone screencap a chat she thought was private, once. Never again. ]

[strove]

All right. Well, if you're texting someone directly, the message won't be as secure as this network. Don't mention Morningstar over it, because it might draw some attention.

But this network, the one put together for all of us, is secure. Safe. We know what we could lose by spilling it to the world.

[antihistamine]

[ What's Morningstar? Probably not important. ]

do you really? because the internet is a terrible place to keep secrets!!

[strove]

So far, so good. We're been safe from ourselves.

[Which is largely what it comes down to.]