voice | 006

[handelaar]

Gonna start a plot of tobacco in the Gardens. Cure it somewhere else. You want a cut, you gotta help or pay up.

Rest of you fuckers stay away from it.


{PRIVATE TO TOSHIKO:}

Couple-a people said I should talk to ya. Lock this.

[Bossy much?]

Comments

pfft; shittily encrypted 20%

[hostage]

Right. Okay, so should I meet you down by the Gardens?

shittily encrypted 20%

[handelaar]

Yeah. Front entrance. How long will it take ya.

shittily encrypted 20%

[hostage]

I dunno. Ten minutes?

shittily encrypted 20%; and then to action

[handelaar]

Sure.

[Which... is all he feels he needs to say. He ties up his loose ends in the Gardens and makes his way to the door, lights up a cigarette.]

[hostage]

[He's there a little late. Not that time is ever totally right on the Tranquility, anyway. Jesse figures the guy with the cigarette is the guy with the tobacco, so that's who he wanders up to.]

Yo.

[handelaar]

[All he does is nod his head - normally he'd do the handshake thing but he's not feeling very touchy feely lately - and then starts down a path. The plan is to lead them to where he intends to place the plot, but if he doesn't like how it's going he'll stop.

Of course all he has to go on here is the fact that there was a locked post from this guy's number in response to that one person's call for pot, but he's always been one to jump to conclusions. And so far the dude seems decent enough, so hey.]

You locked your reply. To the person askin' around for weed.

[hostage]

[Jesse wasn't expecting a handshake, anyway. He follows along, hands in his pockets.]

Huh? Uh, oh, yeah. He didn't want it, anyway. Too good for it or something. Whatever.

[handelaar]

[Wha - he sends a sharp glance over but it's directed to the moron who would turn down free weed. Which makes him worry, but business first.]

Seen anyone else askin' around for it?

[hostage]

Nobody who's still around. Why?

[handelaar]

Damn. [And a brow raise.] Got weed t'sell. Mn. Trade.

[hostage]

Good luck, buddy. Between the morality police and the fact that nobody's got anything to trade, the market's dry as hell.

[handelaar]

The who.

[His circle of people is apparently not the same circle Jesse runs around with, because about five people he knows have posted high to the network.]

An' I'll trade work, in here.

[hostage]

[Not even at Jesse's lowest point in the game would he have considered five customers a viable market.]

This ain't a party cruise is all I'm saying. Most people are military or law, and then you got the whole ren faire who don't know what you're even talking about when you mention dope.

Splitting the work, though, that's a good idea. Like the co-ops out in California. It's no way to turn a profit, if you were hoping to be kingpin of the Love Boat, but it'll get the weed growing.

[handelaar]

[Oh, he doesn't, but it's the first he's heard of any kind of morality police on the ship. Though at all of that he slows down, shoves his hands in his pockets, and shoots over a grin.]

You know your shit, huh.

[Just a pleased assumption there.]

[hostage]

[He rolls his shoulders in a shrug.]

Yeah, I been in the business a while. I mean back home, obviously.

[handelaar]

Good at it?

[Part honest curiosity, part arranging plans in his head.]

[hostage]

Kind of, I guess.

[handelaar]

[...curious.]

What part ain't you good at.

[hostage]

I mean, I'm good at all of it, but I'm retired.

[handelaar]

Even from tobacco, or...

[Shrug. He just lets it hang there.]

[hostage]

I can take care of your plants, if that's what you're asking.

[handelaar]

Thinkin' more - distribution.

[A good face for an operation, he is not.]

[hostage]

[He considers for a moment, gnawing on his lower lip. He knows where this all could lead. And he swore to Kirk - well, he swore he wouldn't cook meth in their labs. And he won't. So...]

...I could help you out with that, yeah.

ugh sorry for the late, holidays man

[handelaar]

[That. Took a while to decide, which raises alarm bells.]

Y'sure?

woweeee and I missed this oops

[hostage]

Yeah. No big deal.

[It's not even a real drug.]