Kova Sh'qaleq
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Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 16, 2020 8:47:01 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Spotty Alibi, Promenade, Front Ear Station] She hated going in to work upset, but things always got so passionate with him around. He'd overheard her message from her boss, Slilick. And he made his usual declaration that this was something she didn't have to do. And what came next? He left. He left is quarters, disappeared from his ship and scampered off into space to do whatever it was he yet again. It was an endless cycle: they'd fight, and then make-up. The same argument over and over. And it always left her in a bit of a mood. Yet, she didn't have the luxury of allowing it to interfere with work. The gift box had arrived along with the instructions of her meeting this evening. Opening it, she saw the purple lingerie. It seemed her client for the evening had interesting taste. The Deltan slipped into lingerie and then got dressed. After a short ride in the turbolift, she arrived on the Promenade. Her eyes shifted in the direction of the lingerie shop, What Lies Beneath. It just so happened that Slilick was standing out front, smirking. Upon seeing her, he disappeared inside along with a customer that had wondered past. A few moments later, Xyla arrived in the Spotty Alibi. Her eyes drifted towards the chronometer. She was a few minutes early. She moved towards the bar and ordered an Aldebaran Whiskey. Once the green beverage arrived, she took a sip of it. Her eyes then scanned the room for her usual meeting spot there, Table 11. Suffice it to say, when she saw her date for the evening, it was hardly what she was expecting.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
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Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 16, 2020 15:39:51 GMT
[Charlie Fox - The Spotty Alibi, Promenade]The message had been short. Terse. All she needed.
Calling in to the Alibi on her way home from the office wasn't all that unusual for Charlie, and so her presence likely wouldn't raise too many eyebrows. She'd met a shady character or two over a glass of something that could strip paint, served by the crotchety proprietor. "Gin and lemon."He'd huffed at her order. "You know we don't do cocktails here." "Since when is two ingredients a cocktail!?" Charlie asked with some surprise, before she would reign in her typical acerbic reaction. She did not want to be forcibly removed from the premises for expecting complicated mixology. "Straight liquor. Or beer. Or get out," said the Trill behind the bar, his scowl matching his tone. It seemed that she wouldn't be getting any colourful concoctions with little umbrellas in the Spotty Alibi any time soon. She'd have to get her spice from the patrons, instead. "Beer, then, Charm School," she said with a put-upon sigh. He handed her a room-temperature bottle with a label she couldn't read, and then she turned from the bar to stalk over to an empty table, the soles of her boots making an unpleasant sound as she walked across the very sticky floor. She placed the bottle down on the surface of Table 15, and slid into the seat against the wall. She'd taken the time before to stake out her best vantage points, and this was definitely one of them. Much of her face would be obscured by the cast shadows and dim lighting. She was early. She waited, allowing her mind to wander, trying to appear nonchalant. Truth was the bar wasn't busy at that hour, and most people propping it up dutifully ignored each other. Charlie pulled up her legs and plonked her feet on the cracked cushion across from her. She didn't move when she noticed the first arrival to Table 11, but the second provoked a slight physical reaction. The Deltan was striking, in Charlie's opinion. Hard to miss; someone who would always have problems blending in. But then, Charlie supposed, wasn't that the point? To stand out? To be desired? In this business, that was how credits were made. As she watched she brought the bottle up to her lips and took a swig, forgetting for a moment that the brew was warm and flat. She couldn't help the face she pulled as she returned it to the table, though it remained clasped in her hand. With the other hand she reached into her pocket, and when her fingertips brushed the small device secreted there, she lightly pressed them against the activation switch.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 16, 2020 17:04:22 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Spotty Alibi, Promenade, Front Ear Station] Xyla recognized his face. It had been plastered on most of the news feeds, in particular from the FNN, though he was typically in the background. Nothing more than eye candy for his wife, a Federation Ambassador. As to why she would even know? Well, it was important to stay abreast of what was happening in the quadrant. It wasn't her place to judge the people or the reasons why they chose to pursue the company of others beyond the walls of their marriage. For her, it was to be nothing more than a business transaction. Hello?A Betazoid. She could hear his voice in her head. Sense the nervousness as well as the excitement of this clandestine meeting. Her lips curved into a smile as she slowly began to cross the room towards the table. As she approached, he rose and pulled the chair back for her. "Please," he said inviting her to take a seat. "Would you like another drink?"She's very beautiful. His phrasing of the compliment was... strange. At the time, Xyla didn't think much of it. Nothing more than his anxiousness most likely. "Thank you," she replied for both his chivalry as well as the comment. "I'm fine for now. Right now, I'm more interested in getting to know you." She didn't let on that she actually knew who he was. A lot of clients preferred anonymity. "I'm... Just call me, Van," he volunteered. He actually used his name. Van Morii[fn]pronunced môr-ī[/fn], husband of Federation ambassador Shavana Morii. She had made quite the name for herself in the subsequent months of negotiating with the Dominion. As for what her husband, Van was doing here now, well, that was beyond Xyla's concerns. "It's nice to meet you, Van," Xyla said. Her hand moved to cover his. He let out a shuddered breath. She could see tell her pheromones were beginning to assault his senses, as his cheeks flushed slightly. "Were you interested in having a little fun tonight, Van?""I would," he began, "although... I was hoping someone else could join us.Xyla continued to keep her hand on top of his, her thumb circling the back of his hand. She hadn't been told to expect a third. Surely, Slilick wouldn't have forgotten a detail like that. Still, there was no need to panic. It wasn't uncommon. She could explain the rules once more, but it was better to see if the evening could be salvaged first. "Is your friend here?" She closed her eyes, feeling Van's imagination beginning to take over. There was a brief flash of flesh, moistened with perspiration. She could see his mouth upon her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Actually.... Van uttered aloud. ... it's my wife.Suddenly, Xyla could feel a softer touch caressing her arm, as a dark-haired woman, with a single gray streak entered the vision. Her lips drifting closer to Xyla's own. Hello....Xyla's eyes immediately darted open, as she stared over at Van. Her heart was racing, and she could sense his had as well. All of a sudden, she was certain, that nothing about this night was what it appeared to be.
Tag: Charlie Fox
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 16, 2020 21:38:09 GMT
[Charlie Fox - The Spotty Alibi, Promenade]Unlike Xyla, Charlie had not recognised his face straight away. She might have been distracted by the Deltan's face, or perhaps was a little too shrouded in shadow or conservative with her gaze to see properly, but it wasn't until his voice offered the name through her hidden earpiece that she realised exactly what she had before her. The light fixture behind their heads had once been functional, she was sure, but now it was mostly dead. The soft light it once emitted had long given up the ghost, but there was still something behind the panel that worked. Charlie had placed a small recording device that collected conversations, amplified the speech and sent it directly to the receiver hidden behind her long, red waves of hair. She'd had to stop herself from pressing her fingers to the gadget, a reflex born of the assumption that she'd heard wrong. Her arm halted mid-way and hung uselessly for a moment, before she schooled her physical reactions fittingly and grabbed the bottle of beer again. Her knuckles whitened a little with the grip as the wheels in her mind began to turn. Van Morii. He'd given his name. Charlie risked a glance or two, casual in appearance, she hoped, in order to remove all doubt. She sucked in a breath. It was him. Shavana Morii's husband - the Federation Ambassador who had been making all of the right moves and waves recently. The diplomatic golden child of post-war negotiations with the Dominion. Under normal circumstances Charlie wouldn't give two flying flamingos what her photogenic husband's extra-curricular interests where, but she didn't consider any business conducted with that Saurian to be at all normal. What she had was a scandal. Yet, she felt she was missing something else; meaning behind words that she did not hear, perhaps. The Deltan's eyes, closed for a time, had opened and locked on to Morii. Charlie could not discern the intent, but the atmosphere felt surprisingly intense. From the inside of her leather jacket she pulled another small, handheld device with an alien-looking UI plastered on the semi-transparent screen, and began tapping a message. Van Morii was either very stupid or very protected. Charlie Fox intended to find out which.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 21, 2020 5:41:38 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Spotty Alibi, Promenade, Front Ear Station] Xyla's heart was racing. Was it out of excitement? Arousal? Or fear? She honestly didn't know, and that was the problem. She had no prior knowledge of this. Details like this were typically relayed to her directly by Slilick. A high profile client such as this... surely nothing was left to chance. "I... I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding," Xyla said. "No one mentioned... any of this."As Van stared across the table, he could sense the Deltan's trepidation. He quickly spoke, hoping to put her at ease. "It wasn't mentioned before now," Van attempted to explain. "I'm sure you can understand the need for... discretion. If it's a matter of additional compensation...?"Xyla shook her head. "I don't think you understand," her voice lowering. "There are rules. If it were discovered...." Van held up a hand to interrupt the Deltan, however she did her best to hold firm, fearing betraying Slilick a great deal more than disappointing Van and his wife. "I don't think I can help you. I'm sorry."Please, don't go. The voice in her head was soon accompanied by a flurry of sensations. Xyla's eyes lulled shut once more, as her mind was filled sensations and images. She could feel her heart beat faster as the pleasured rained all over her, from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes. "Stop," she uttered softly. Yet it continued, though it seemed to get more intense as Van closed his eyes as well. His own telepathy accompanying that of his wife's. "Please... I said...." Xyla was nearly breathless. Yet, she knew this couldn't continue. "STOP!"The images ceased almost immediately. Xyla stared across the table at Van, whom stared back at her shocked and apologetic. His mouth parted as he tried to speak, but Xyla quickly got to her feet. As soon as she was standing upright, she turned and moved quickly towards the door... to escape. Van had got to his feet. Wait... can we keep this between ourselves? Xyla only paused for a second, to look back at him over her shoulder, before taking yet another step through the door, ignoring the telepathic plea. Van started to move after her, but heard his wife's voice in his head. No. You don't want to cause a scene. We can deal with this later. Van simply stood there a moment, noticing that the eyes of many of the other patrons were now upon him. He reached into his pocket and placed a few extra credits on the top of the table. There was no guarantee that it'd lay there until some came to bust the table. He then casually moved towards the door, making a conscious effort to go in the opposite direction that Xyla had fled. Meanwhile, Xyla had come to a stop near some porthole. She gazed out the window at the emptiness of space as she tried to catch her breath. No sooner that she turned around that her gaze had fallen in the direction of What Lies Beneath. Slilick stood there, watching. The scowl on his face seemed immovable, as he likely wondered why she wasn't in the company of her charge for the evening. Wanting to avoid any further confrontation, she began to walk away from the lingerie shop, knowing that the Saurian didn't have the luxury of being able to follow her. She'd deal with him later... and hopefully, her explanation would appease his annoyance.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
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Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 22, 2020 21:20:28 GMT
[Charlie Fox - The Spotty Alibi, Promenade]Without looking away from the domestic unfolding at Table 11, Charlie finished the message and sent it with a swipe of her thumb. She placed the small pad down on the table, still unable to tear her eyes away from the strange meeting. The Deltan was having none of this man's kink, it seemed. She was direct, and had somehow managed to master it without coming off as offensive, at least at first. But Van the Man pressed, and then Xyla's eyes fell shut again. When she reopened them, she was shouting. Charlie's stomach clenched, and her hand curled tightly around her lukewarm beer bottle. Eyes were drawn to them from all over the bar. Charlie openly stared then, realising she'd probably look more suspicious if she didn't. The woman stopped briefly and looked behind her at her would-be companion, and then moved off. Between the breakneck mood change at the table, and the lack of words exchanged during Xyla's dramatic exit, Charlie could only surmise that her initial deduction was accurate: she was missing half of the conversation. Telepathy. It made getting the juice so much more difficult. She slid from her stool and moved toward the entrance herself, in no rush but wanting to keep both of them in her field of vision. When they split she slowed, glanced down at her black boots, and made a show of going to one knee to tighten up a loose lace. While she was down there she plucked a card from the floor, one that she'd actually just slipped from her own sleeve, and stood up. Holding the card before her between index finger and thumb, she set off in the Deltan's direction. She did not approach until the Saurian at the doorway of the Bang-Bang shop showed the Promenade his back, and then strolled straight up to the Deltan. "Hey, miss... You dropped this." She held out the card to her; a colourful orange electronic key with The Twilight Hotel & Casino emblazoned on the front, and Room 212 scrawled on the back. "Never know, there might be something helpful in there. Or someone." To anyone nearby it might come off as a weird exchange, but hardly suspicious. Without offering anything else, Charlie smiled benignly, and wandered off, weaving a little as though she had had one too many in the Spotty Alibi. Just as she reached one of the open seating areas of the Promenade, the small device she'd been messaging on chirped with an alert. She pulled it out, read the response, and let out a low, unpleasant string of curses. There went her chance of shadowing Van Morii. Muttering something about the fragility of the man's ego, she tried to ignore her growing urge to smother Bennett in his sleep with his hypoallergenic pillow, and continued toward the casino.
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 22, 2020 22:28:01 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Promenade, Front Ear Station] Xyla's mind was still racing for some sort of excuse to explain this evenings events to Slilick when she was approached by a woman. She stated that she had dropped something. Xyla supposed it was possible considering how frantically she had tried to escape the Spotty Alibi. She hadn't really been focused on all of her belongings. Though, as the woman extended her hand offering her a key card, Xyla was certain that it didn't belong to her. She was all too familiar with the Twilight Casino's keys, but this one didn't belong to her. She was just about to tell the woman as much and explain that she was mistakened when the woman continued on, saying that Xyla may find something there that could help... or someone. "Thank you," was all that Xyla managed to say before the woman left, weaving a bit. For a moment, she thought the woman was possibly coming on to her. A rather bold move to be so blatant, but she hadn't been. While her actions were bold, her words were far more obscure. Help? What could she possibly mean? Xyla thought of the episode back in the bar. Perhaps the woman had been there? There was something familiar about her. And there was a slight hope that the woman wasn't just another pretty face. Though, Xyla assumed that she was human. It was a pity. Humans couldn't really handle (Deltan) intimacy very well. There was always a suppressant that Xyla could take, but she typically preferred not to. It often left the overall interaction... unfulfilling. She turned the card over in her hand a few times, noting the room number as well. After a few moments, her legs finally began to move. Xyla thought about facing Slilick, and it was something she wasn't looking forward to. And then, there was this offer of help. In her mind, it certainly couldn't be any worse. The only other person she trusted wasn't aboard the station at this point. Likely light years away by now, and there was no telling when he'd return. From every angle, it seemed that she had only one choice. Xyla strolled into the Twilight Casino. Many of the workers there had seen her frequent the casino rather often. She made her way to the elevators and rode it to the appropriate floor. After stepping off, she followed the numbers until she reached the door number that matched the one on the key: 212. She thought of knocking, but realized, she had been given the key for a reason. There was a bit of fear swelling in her chest. She had come this far, was it too late to turn around? She closed her eyes for only a moment and opened them once more as she moved to slide the key into the slot. As she heard the chime and the lock click, Xyla watched the door slide open, but not before stuffing her hand into her purse. She took a few steps, crossing the threshold before calling out, "Hello?" She instantly felt herself regretting this decision.
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 23, 2020 19:52:46 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Room 212, Twilight Hotel & Casino, Front Ear Station]"Xyla. Hello."Charlie was standing off to the side in a small living area comprised of two armchairs with a small end table between them. The only marker separating the seating space from the queen-size bed was the less than finished transition from carpet to laminate flooring. Room 212 was no suite; it wasn't even the type of room one rented for a whole night. But it was fit for purpose and the hotel provided real alcohol and a blind eye upon request. She'd used this very room on a number of occasions to have chats with people who probably should not be seen with her. "Thank you for coming. Drink?"She gestured toward the bottle of Romulan ale on the table, and then moved to pour a generous measure into one of the glasses. This was often the deciding moment in these kinds of meetings. She'd either come closer, curious or scared or desperate, Charlie wasn't sure yet which Xyla was, or she'd turn tail and flee. The smart move would probably be to leave, but the reporter was willing to bet that whatever had pushed her guest into coming to this room, might be enough to get her to stay and hear her out. "On Torros III I met Venus. At least, that's the name the men had given her. She was a Frejan. I'd never seen one before, not even in a holo. She was exotic, she was beautiful and soft and had skin the colour of the bluest Earth sky during a June heatwave." Charlie held up the glass of ale and stared at it for a moment, as though the blue hue of the liquor inside might compare. She placed the tumbler back down and began pouring another. "She'd been fifteen when her ship was boarded and her family slaughtered. She'd earned enough to pay for her freedom, a hundred times over, but those credits were never hers."With ale in hand, Charlie sat heavily down on one of the armchairs, her eyes not leaving the Deltan. "My name is Charlie Fox," she said then, hand moving in rotation absently, swirling the drink inside. "And I really don't like your boss."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 30, 2020 2:03:29 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Promenade, Front Ear Station] As Xyla stood there, her eyes followed the woman from the Promenade as she made her way over to the bar. She thanked Xyla for coming as she offered her a drink. Romulan ale. It as the sort of brew that would go straight to one's head. Was that what this was? Was the human simply jonesing for Xyla's company. It was certainly a clever way to get her attention: approaching her outside of the bar. Xyla had to admit, she had imagined a lot worse than a human propositioning her. "Please," she said simply. Whether this was course of the evening or not, Xyla felt she could use a drink after the ordeal with the Betazoid and his wife. The images were still fresh on her mind, but gave way to the tale that the dark-haired woman began to weave. She mentioned meeting a Frejan... someone that called herself Venus. From the beginning, it sounded as if the human had been smitten with her. Was this the part where she painted the details of some sort of fantasy? Though it took a dark turn as she mentioned the girl had been taken form her family, no more than a child and witnessed them slaughtered in the process. Xyla began to wonder if she'd made a mistake in coming there. Her eyes scanned the room, wondering if there were thugs looming in the shadows, waiting to incapacitate her. She then moved towards an armchair and began to swirl the contents of her ale, but not before introducing herself. Charlie Fox. The name was familiar. This was the reporter? Xyla took a single step forward. "You're Charlie Fox?" she repeated. This clearly was the image Xyla had had in mind. "I thought you'd be... taller," she said, the Deltan also expected a few more anatomical differences as well. Then, the magic words were uttered: that she hated Xyla's boss. Xyla wasn't certain what she knew of Slilick, but she was certainly starting to get an image of what the reporter was proposing. She moved to the other armchair and slowly sat down in it, her eyes peering into Charlie's eyes, almost as if she could see right into the woman's soul. "Really? There aren't a lot of people that would speak so freely," Xyla confessed. "Especially, knowing that words have a funny way of traveling on this station."
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Charlie Fox
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Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Aug 31, 2020 14:46:53 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Room 212, Twilight Hotel & Casino, Front Ear Station]Caught off-guard by the Deltan's comment, Charlie laughed. Well, it was more of a surprised snort really, but the amusement was obvious. Some assumed she was a man, but Xyla appeared to be much more diplomatic than most. Her eyes followed the other woman as she finally moved toward the other armchair and took a slow seat. Her stare was intense, and if Charlie hadn't been as shameless as she was, she might have felt uncomfortable. Instead the only sign that she was feeling scrutinised came in the form of a slight blush to her cheeks. "My... infamy lends me a certain amount of protection." She stressed the word as she was notorious for naming names and ruffling feathers. "If something were to happen to me there's a ready list of suspects. It's got some length to it," she admitted, though the shrug was casual, "But it would be a place to start." It was more than she could say for most, and more than she could say for Xyla. "I can say things that you can't. If you want to capitalise on that, I'm ready to be used."The corners of Charlie's lips quirked with the loaded statement. She leaned forward and pushed a glass toward Xyla, before sitting back against the chair and taking a sip of her own ale. "I've been watching Slilick. And then I was watching you. I see it."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
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Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Aug 31, 2020 15:10:32 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Promenade, Front Ear Station] Xyla listened carefully as Charlie spoke. It certainly sounded as if she had experience in doing this sort of thing, but what Xyla saw was a lack of experience in dealing specifically with Slilick. She wanted until the reporter had finished before speaking herself. Though, Xyla had found herself rather amused by the flush of color that had found its way in the reporter's cheeks before. Perhaps that was something she could use to her advantage. Xyla did her best to keep the eyes of the reporter with her own, even as she spoke. "And what exactly do you... see?" she asked, her lips almost seeming to move slower than her words as she made certain to enunciate each syllable. Her hand finally reached out to secure the drink that had been poured for her. Her middle finger delicately circled the rim a few times as she spoke. "Hopefully something that can keep your attention." There was always the danger that some other story could come alone and leave Xyla exposed, should she agree to help Charlie. The Deltan took a deep breath. She raised the glass to her lips, and pressed them delicately against the rim to consume some of the ale before sliding her lips from the glass. Her tongue glided over her bottom lip briefly, moistening it to preserve its sheen. "You have your protection. You would have your story. If anything, it seems as if I would be the one to be used, Charlie," Xyla uttered. "And when word got back to Slilick... well, I doubt it would take very much effort for him to piece together where all this information would have come from."
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Charlie Fox
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 1, 2020 15:02:11 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Room 212, Twilight Hotel & Casino, Front Ear Station]Charlie wondered why the room temperature had suddenly increased. Or was it just her? Her eyes followed the Deltan's movements, from her hands that moved with purpose, to her lips that spoke and then met the rim of her glass of ale. Charlie knew that the colour on her cheeks was deepening, she could feel it. She fought the urge to check the computer's environmental controls because she had the sneaking suspicion that it was Xyla causing her to become so hot under the collar. How does anyone get anything done with these guys around?"I don't think you'll have any problem in that department, Xyla," she said with no small amount of sass. It was indeed quite difficult to take her attention off the woman, though she tried very hard for long enough to take a sip of her ale. She found the distraction gave her something to do with her hands, which helped somewhat. Charlie waited until Xyla had finished sharing her very real, very legitimate fears before she spoke again. She was leaning forward, perhaps it was her body's response to the Deltan love mojo or whatever, but she felt a need to get a little closer. "I'll tell you what I really see, shall I?"For some reason she thought she was blinking much slower than she usually would. What a strange thought to have! Must be the ale. "I see a woman who could probably do absolutely anything she set her mind to." Charlie didn't know Xyla all that well, but what she had picked up on suggested the woman was balanced, smart and able to stand up for herself. There was a possibility she was projecting this on to her, the journalist was prone to do that at times, but she felt certain that she saw a strength that deserved to released. "I can't pretend to know how you came to be in the situation you are currently in, perhaps you walked into it knowingly, perhaps you're under Slilick's yoke. Whichever it is, I see someone who is more than capable of managing herself, of walking away or of setting her own rules. Answerable to nobody but herself."Charlie had every intention of going after Slilick and his establishment, whether Xyla was involved or not. "Failing that, I could always add you to the payroll and every now and then you'd just have to confirm the identity of the person you were meeting with." She shrugged and sat back. "Like that gentleman you met with tonight in the Alibi."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
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Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 3, 2020 5:47:09 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Promenade, Front Ear Station] Xyla found her lips curling into a smile as she watched Charlie. She could see the woman's cheeks flushing with color. She knew perfectly well what was happening, and thought for now it was in her advantage. It gave her a degree of leverage, and arguably made Charlie more sympathetic for Xyla's situation. Truth be told, she was somewhat envious of the human. Likely, all it would take was a series of touches to push her to the point that pleasure could warp her perception of reality. Actually, if humans weren't so fragile, she just might have been envious. She listened to her words, watched her movements. Charlie sought out the proximity... the closeness. Even the woman's words were coated in nectar as she showered Xyla with compliments. Though, it was a single word that was spoken that revealed that Charlie possibly knew a great deal more than she had at first suggested. The mention of the man at the Alibi. How was it possible that she knew about him? "The Alibi?" she repeated, wanting the reporter to confirm what she'd said, but already knew the answer. She could feel her own heart hasten. "What do you know about the man from that bar?" she asked. To cross Slilick was dangerous enough. However, putting herself in the position to expose a Federation ambassador came with an entirely different set of risks. She had heard Charlie's proposal: dirt on Slilick and the occasional ID on some of the people she kept company with, in exchange for her eventual independence and a few credits on the side. "You're asking me to... expose myself," Xyla said softly and slightly suggestively, as Charlie leaned back. It didn't help that the Deltan playfully plucked at the strap of her dress. "Some of those people would have quite a bit to lose. When people have something to loose, they get desperate, and desperation breeds danger."
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Charlie Fox
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FOX NEWS
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Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Sept 4, 2020 13:56:54 GMT
[Charlie Fox - Room 212]"Mmhmm," Charlie hummed, her lips pressed together, head nodding annoying slowly. "I know he bears a striking resemblance to a certain sweetheart Ambassador's husband." She might be a little compromised, under the Deltan's spell, but Charlie wasn't a moron. She neglected to mention that she was listening in, that much was probably obvious, and that she had devices implanted in the light panels in the dingy bar. Xyla not knowing that exactly was probably a lot safer for her in the long run. Plausible deniability, and all that. Naturally, her eyes followed the movement of the woman's hands as they fingered the strap of her dress, and her blush began its journey anew across Charlie's neck and down her chest at the suggestive words. Inside, all sorts of instincts and needs were clambering for her attention, insisting that she listen to them, and obey. Her jaw clenched and she sucked in a breath, frustration quickly joining desire in the battle for control. She new her pulse was thumping; warm blood speeding through her veins. She crossed her arms tightly against her chest and her eyes flashed from Xyla's playful fingers, to her dark eyes, a hint of annoyance flickering across Charlie's features as she stared back. "That's all very true, and I can only promise you so much by way of protection. But if this is what you want to do for the rest of your life, Xyla, then I'll happily leave you to it." Her crossed arms were keeping her from reaching out. Would it really be so bad if she did? What was a bit of pain in the face of such potential pleasure..? "Bloody hell."
Tag: Kova Sh'qaleq (Xyla)
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
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Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Sept 5, 2020 17:41:04 GMT
[NPC - Xyla - Promenade, Front Ear Station] Humans did a poor job of controlling their sexuality. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that they suppressed it so often. They were always the easiest to pick out at Betazoid weddings. Their skin was always flushed with color, and they couldn't help but stare. It was like sensory overload. And perhaps that was what Charlie was experiencing right now. An insufferable itch that she was struggling not to scratch. She was compliant for the most part. Revealilng what Xyla wanted to know. She recognized Van Morii for who he was, and had made the connection with his wife. She was offering protection, but truth be told, she was hardly of any use to Xyla like this. That wasn't to say that Xyla wasn't tempted as well. Charlie was a very beautiful woman. Her bright, smooth skin. The deep hue of her eyes, and the long dark locks of hair. It was the one thing she was envious of when it came to other species. How soft and gentle it felt when it was pressed against her own skin. For Xyla, it was an intimacy unlike any other. Xyla stared at the woman, knowing all it would take was just a slight push. With some reluctance, her hand slipped into her bag and removed a small cylinder. She pressed the tip against her skin and a slight hiss flushed a chemical into her arm. Xyla gave Charlie one last longing look. Her window was slowly fleeting. Of course, the women were the stronger sex. It was entirely possible that Charlie wouldn't be left as a maddening puddle of emotion if she pressed the moment. Still, the Deltan thought better of it. Besides, if it happened later, it wouldn't be as grand, but Xyla was confident she'd still make quite the impression. She rose to her feet, tearing herself away from the reporter and moved towards the replicator. "Water, cold," Xyla said and watched it materialize. Taking it into her hand she moved back towards Charlie and offered it to her. "You probably better drink this before we... go any further."It was unlikely the water would do much, but it would give time for the pheromones that Xyla was secreting to diminish somewhat. Charlie's head would probably clear up a bit, and well... hopefully, not everything would cool between them.
Tag: Charlie Fox
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