Juan greets Maya and RT as they come in, waving from the back of the restaurant.
Werner Steinn:
"Hi Juan. Werner Steinn." He returned the greeting, "We just got off the ship a few hours ago and didn't the locals didn't waste any time pointing us in this direction. In fact, Captain Stavros of the Dynast's Embrace said that you not only whip up the best bowl of noodles on Havelburg, but you're also the man to see if we wanted to learn about Port Conroy." Werner glanced back at Sunder and Gertrude, "I don't know about these two, but I'd love to try your spiciest bowl. And while we're here, if us newcomers couldn't get some info about Port Conroy from who we've been led to believe is one of the most well-connected fellows in town."
Juan comes out of the back, wearing his trademark chef's hat.
"Ah! Lyran told me that you five were in town. Here, all of you folk's meals today are on the house. It's the least I can do." Juan quickly prepares a dish (which is incredibly, unimaginably, melt-your-face-off-and-light-your-tongue-on-fire spicy, yet one of the most delicious pasta dishes you've had) and slides it out to you.
"If info is what you're looking for, you've come to the right place. I've been around the block a few times."
Werner Steinn:
"We're with Union," It wasn't as though the Union-Branded Hardsuits didn't already advertise this fact, "And believe it or not our boss has already got us looking into some things they've heard since we landed here. You wouldn't know about any local groups or figures who might be into the hacking game, do you? Someone to keep on the lookout for?" He continued, "Seems there's been an NHP abducted straight out of a ship at the port. Not your typical bit of larceny, and bad news for everyone as far as our boss is concerned. Know anything we might be able to use, Juan?"
Juan's face hardens slightly, and he sighs wearily.
"I'm not aware of any dedicated hacking groups, but the folks most likely to have that capability would be the Magenta Syndicate. It's not inconceivable that they have a hand in that sort of business, and they'd be the ones with the tech and the know-how to pull it off. And I heard about the NHPs. Look," Juan says, lowering his voice,
"you folks didn't hear this from me. PCPA wanted to keep this quiet. There has been a string of NHP abductions over the past few months. The PCPA and the IPS-N government have been investigating internally, but they haven't had any success. The thing is, none of the NHPs ever end up in Upper. You'd think that someone would sell them at the Dustmarket - that'd be bad enough - but none of them end up there. The PCPA has been scrambling to try and keep this from Union's eyes, but by the looks of things, that ship has sailed, huh?"
Rolling Thunder:
OOC: So Lower is like Upper in terms of support columns and all, but with a fully-lit sky (giant lamps? Artificial sun(s)? Sky projection maybe?), working ventilation and no dust, correct?
Any perticular style to the buildings and the city layout here?
Lower Conroy is a bustling and sprawling city built into the bedrock of Havelburg, with underground chambers, streets, parks, and other routes crisscrossing the subterrainian city. All of it is lit up by pale floodlight suns built into the ceiling. As it was built out of a glorified compound of industrial warehouses, workshops, and smelters from it's days as an IPS-N mining program, Lower Conroy still bears the signs of thet past, with its buildings almost universally belonging to one of the many standardized patterns IPS-N provides. Partially as a result from its distance from the surface, and partially as a result of the increased amount of money sunk into it, Lower Conroy is the cleanest and most environmentally secure place on Havelburg since the disaster.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the GM at 00:39, Wed 08 May.