Also, I Come With Baggage

[Atlas Mason] The Grant park area was used by man, for many reasons, though there were fewer with the will or the drive to use the location on such a frigid day. But necessity required its use, somewhere public, somewhere that wasn't likely to be surveilled to thoroughly not without very good reason, and so far Grant Park had been free of many of the recent magical outbreaks and attacks, making it a bit safer then most places.

Atlas had come in upon his runabout, the small but speedy and more importantly heated boat docked not far from where he waited. For once the man was truly dressed appropriately for the weather, a long and heavy looking parka hung from his gangly form, for once giving him the look of a more bulky individual, of someone who was of an average build.

He waited patiently at the intersecting path, many of the entrances within his view, and his boat at his back, it was as safe as he could manage the meet without going to great extremes.

[Atlas Mason] [Per+Alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Molly Quincannon] Today, the words 'fucking freezing' come to mind. Today is the sort of day where one stays indoors as much as possible. Or, if one is suitably gifted, cheats like a mofo. Or, if one cannot do either of those things for some reason or another, bundles up in a lot of clothing.

Homeless folk freeze to death on days like this.

Thankfully, Molly isn't strictly speaking homeless. Yes, her home is crawling with Mirrorshades, but her name is secure for now, she's arranged for suitable safe havens for her various bank accounts and while her accommodation is temporary (and kind of grotty), she at least has a roof over her head ... which is now a shade of platinum blonde. It's actually a fairly good disguise all by itself; no one expects hair as dark as they're used to seeing Molly's to bleach out as well as this has. Of course, few enough people knew until last week that black wasn't her natural colour anyway. She's also a few inches shorter than most people are used to - the curse of wearing platform boots all the time.

Still, she hasn't done a thing with her bone structure or her voice, so she can be identified once someone's looking past the big puffy jacket and the "OMG WTF BLONDE", and Atlas himself isn't exactly hard to spot. So she approaches Atlas with a wave and a sheepish sort of grin that's indubitably Molly and a comment of, "I'd have brought lunch or something? But my kitchen kind of crawls. And they don't have exterminators for that kind of thing. Greetings and salutations, though."

[Atlas Mason] Atlas had been looking for Molly as he had known her, how he had solidified her in his mind, and had not been prepared from the blonde nerdbomb that approached him and waved, and spoke so uncannily like his cabal mate. A moment later and the man clicked into the change and he blinked in surprise as he waved quickly back to the woman.

"Molly your physical structure has been augmented in numerous and substantial methods. Intended to dissuade and deflect unwanted actualization correct?" He asked with a concerned and watchful gaze as he looks back up to the park in general. "Your personage is nominal?" He inquires as he steps forward and looks her over like hes expecting a part to be missing.

[Molly Quincannon] "More or less, yeah," she tells him, still with the sheepish smile. "Though honestly? I was thinking of doing this anyway. Well, maybe not sticking with the blonde, but the black was getting kind of old. Anyway, my name's still clear for now but they probably have a description to go on. Best not to have that particular look wandering the streets. Good thing I work from home, hmm? And I'm okay, yeah. My exit strategies worked really well, and the advance warning helped a lot. How about you? All quiet on the Western front?" Yes, she's more worried about him. She doesn't like worrying people.

[Atlas Mason] Atlas nods in the affirmative, a certain look crossing his amiable features as he finishes his examination of Molly and takes a step back. He briefly looks over his shoulder in the direction of the runabout and then back to Molly as if to give emphasis to what he was about to say. "The mobility, as well as several internalized security protocols of the Lafette has kept my personage and my vessel to a mathematical minimum in regard to their actualization efforts."

He says reassuring her that there is no reason to concern themselves, to take out Atlas and his ship...would require alot more then a few measely mirror shades, more like a tactical missile strike from how he's constantly reinforcing the ships integrity.

"My internalized noospheric concentration is however suffering interference due to the knowledge that your personage is no longer maintained within a secure and solid physical structure. It is at this moment verifiably sound that your physical structure should movate and reaffirm its habitual status upon the Lafette."

[Molly Quincannon] It's not that Molly's having a difficult time understanding the Atlas-speak, of course - she's used to this and was a natural at it from the beginning. However, she still pauses to take it in, to consider the implications. And of course, she starts with (over)confident reassurance. "I'm in a ... well, okay, as secure as it's gonna get physical structure, anyway. It's not Fort Q, and I think it's infested with some heretofore undiscovered species of vermin, but it'll do until I can find myself a new place. You really don't have to worry. Besides, I don't want to even remotely risk making you more of a target by staying on the Lafette. Also, I come with baggage. Previously unconsidered geekery. Ferrets. Ellie. I mean, okay, she's staying with Ms McGee for the duration but I don't want her to wear out her welcome there either." She shrugs. "I'm a problematic person to share space with. More so now than ever."

[Atlas Mason] She gives him excuses, ones based out of no form of logic that the man can ascertain. Animals were of little concern to Atlas. He simply shook his head in a manner that indicated that she was being foolish.

"It is ninety eight point five seven percent likely that your current physical habitative locality is not designed to deflect and negate physical force applicative incursions of aberrant amalgams, nor is it composed of reinforced and highly deflective molecules Molly, this temporary habitat is unacceptable. Non humanoid bioforms are acceptable within the structure of the Lafette and can be easily maintained without danger to internal and priority systems. More to primary point's however is their is concurrently ample habitative space aboard my vessel, enough to maintain two thirds of this cities paradigmically active individuals with ample footage to spare."

The older man, older by far folds his arms across his chest, which for once had some bulk to it thanks to the coat. "My logic is sound Molly, yours is at this moment fallacious."

[Molly Quincannon] "Yeah, well, emotional arguments tend not to follow your standard logic," is Molly's response to the last one. "Seriously, no need to get personal. I'm just saying that I care about you. I want you safe. I? Am not safe. It's a pretty standard reaction, y'know, when we're not being Spock-logical about it. And yes, I know the ferrets can be contained - Deep Roads two-point-oh and all that - and I know your place is safe but you shouldn't have to be inconvenienced just because I poked where I shouldn't have! Just like Ashley's place shouldn't have been compromised because she helped!"

Then she sighs, folds her arms over her chest and shrugs. "This is new territory for me, but my every contingency plan was ... me on my own. No roommate, no ferrets ... no crew. Sorry if I'm a pain in the ass. I just don't want to be a ... nuisance, I guess."

[Atlas Mason] Atlas listens to her further, and yet she argues insisting that she was fine, even if she was showing signs of cracking. He was not without emotion, Atlas was anything but spock like, for all his hard sciency words, the man was quite expressive when it came to it.

"I will verify and confirm at this juncture within time space that your localization aboard the Lafette is of no dermal, noospheric or non catagorized agitation to my personage Molly." He says with a smile. "A distance unit of several internalized compartmental units within the Lafette have already been allocated and actualized towards your usage and requirement."

It seems hes prepared for this contingency well in advance, one might wonder what else the man has been preparing out there in the lonely waters of the great lake, all alone in that giant and ancient vessel at night.

"My personage has been attuned toward capture or termination via the technocratic union conglomerative for over fifty solar traversement cycles Molly, the addition of your personage and your recent status as reality deviation will not reduce my current security status."

[Molly Quincannon] There's a long moment of silence following that, though it's not the fuming, agitated and frustrated sort of silence that goes along with a sense of her waving her arms around even if she's standing still - that state that she calls 'muppetflail'. It's thoughtful. It's acquiescing. It's ... kind of embarrassed.

Eventually, though, she chuckles - a single quiet 'huh', ruefully amused. "I guess turning up my nose at hospitality would be rude as hell. And doubly so, when it's my cabalmate. And if she ever heard I was taking bigger risks than I had to, Israel'd ... well, not kill me. Give me that concerned maternal face and then, with all due love and respect, lock me in her basement. Can't have that, can we?" That, then, would be a yes - an embarrassed, roundabout 'yes' from someone not entirely used to admitting that she needs help, but a 'yes' all the same.

Then, a thoughtful pause and a question. "There are bits and pieces to build a sunlamp, right? Israel gave me this orchid and I don't want it to die." (Yes, she went on the run and she took a potted orchid. Behold, Molly-logic.)

[Atlas Mason] If it is your internalized preference to maintain this example of flora within the confines of the Lafette, yes the necessary parts can be manufactured to composite an efficient and actulized thermal UV lamp." He says with a nod of his head. "However, a contained locality boasting UV visibility and thermally conducive environment for such an example of common flora is currently viable upon the deck of the lafette, if naturallized environments are preferential."

Of course Atlas is referring to the domed and hermetically sealed bubble that currently surrounded part of the stern of the Lafette where he kept the BBQ and a series of other recreational items.

"Will you need directly applied assistance to acquire and movate all necessary items to this locality for transit to the Lafette?"

[Molly Quincannon] "Oh, right, the lido deck! Well, it's a sturdy sort of orchid, all Life-woven and all, but it'd still probably be happier than living at Fort Q or Motel Yick." Still a little embarrassed, but recovering. "And no, thanks; one of the great things about my recent skill set is that I'm really good at getting people to not remember me, and I've been pulling the same disguise on my car as I have on me; same frame, all new colouring, and a licence plate no one can remember." It's a risk, but that one she's not budging on - she's had that car for twelve years and is in no hurry to give it up. "Anyway, if I'm going to be acquiring crash space, I should pick up groceries. At least I can earn my keep in cooking." She consults the clock in her head and asks, "Give me ... forty-five minutes, including travel time. Preferably waiting someplace warm? I don't like to think of you being freezy."

[Atlas Mason] Atlas gestures back to the runabout once more and shakes his head. "This vessel is adequately thermally and atmospherically shielded to meet standard homo sapien sapien comfort zones. I shall traverse the time stream within its physical structure while you acquire and catagorize all necessary items. This vessel will also be at your disposal should you require the need to traverse to the urban center when the Lafette is stationed within the localized H20 body."

Atlas pulls up his sleeve and checks his watch, as if to be certain that they were both understanding about when forty five minutes would be and he gave her a slightly more serious look. "If your personage has not relocalized to this geophysical space within one standardized time unit, I will begin track and identify protocols to ensure your personage has not been compromised or detained is that acceptable to your personage Molly?"

[Molly Quincannon] Ah, yet more blushing - along with a spark of definite interest in the possibility of piloting the runabout. "Thanks, Atlas. And yes, if I'm not back or in touch in an hour, you can call out the search parties. I really don't think it'll take that long but I'm taking traffic into account." She hugs him at that point, mostly just because she can, and then pulls away with the sort of gleeful, well-meaning mischief look that she gets when she has an idea. "And I know exactly what to do about dinner. Forty-five minutes! Honest!"

Forty-five minutes later, by the clock, Molly returns wearing a large backpack, her laptop bag and a sack containing one carefully-warded orange-yellow orchid, along with a pet carrier and a couple of grocery bags. It's probably quite fun, watching her tromp all that through the snow. "Totally ... worth it," she tells Atlas when he helps her with the grocery bags. "There's going to be roasted lamb bits and cake!"

And so there are. Molly's first night on the Lafette is divided between cooking and putting together some sort of Habitrail set-up for the ferrets, to keep them from getting underfoot. It's probably a lot like having Henri around; just with less teenager-funk.