Minutes pass slowly as a slight but undeniable discomfort grows. Although Alden is by all measures a good host, you can sense his irritation grow as he looks down at the time on his wrist.
The Syndicates aren't coming, then. Alden wasn't particularly surprised by the fact, but more...
He had just finished a second round of his cocktail before the lights above the turbolift door began to blink, indicating a passenger heading to his floor. As if reading his mind, Gwyn re-emerged from wherever she had been (it was hard to tell sometimes) with a datapad extended out towards him...
(The "Open" tag comes with a caveat - your character would need to be a criminal and not under cover. Thorough vetting would have been performed, and only ones who passed would be invited. If you're not aligned criminal but think your character would reasonably be at the meeting below, then let...
With a sigh, Alden DiCosta stepped into the brisk winter night. Taking the few stone steps down to the street, he grabbed the lapels on his overcoat and gave them a firm tug, adjusting it to better insulate him from the cold. Looking left and right he saw mostly empty streets, which was no...