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[ Action => Dylandy's Bar and Lounge ]

By now Lyle has checked in with the office by phone and put his luggage in his old room. He's let his mother do her usual fussing and gave his brother and sister texts to let them know that his plane landed safely and so on and so forth. He doesn't actually need to report into work until the next morning (and he's pretty sure given the security and such lately they probably won't let him in early anyway), so that leaves him at a loss for what to do with himself in the late afternoon and evening. It's too late to go short term apartment hunting, and he already has plans to snag Neil after Neil's done with work for the day and make him go into more detail about everything that's been going on around here lately, so there's no point in loitering at the garage. So really that just leaves loitering around at the bar.

So Dylandy's Bar and Lounge is exactly where you'll find Lyle this evening, either chilling on one of the bar stools and people watching or helping out here and there - bussing tables or helping with any heavy lifting.

At a loss for what drink to order? He can help advise you. Even if he hasn't worked here since he used to help out in high school, he still knows a thing or two about the menu.

Spill something? You might see him helping clean up even if he's in jeans and a t-shirt instead of waiter dress code.

But when there's nothing else going on, he spends his time poking around on his phone, investigating the network... And, after a beer or two and some time being bored, he makes a post of his own.

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seems like there's more and more of us every day, huh? guess it's my turn to introduce myself then. :)

Hi, my name's Lyle. 31 / Pisces / Locke City. I like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. ;D (actually i'm kidding about that - but what's the point of talking on this thing if we don't have a bit of fun now and then?)

Anyway, joking and frivolity out of the way, I'm actually a special agent with the FBI, and honestly? I'm more interested in us getting along and keeping everyone as safe as possible as we figure things out than any sort of pissing contests over things like the giant robots and whatever else pops up from our supposed past lives.

So if you need help or protection, please don't hesitate to contact me, and I will do whatever I can within my power to help.

(( ooc: feel free to start a thread at the bar - hell, mingle it up if you want. OR go ahead and message him on the network - just let me know which in your subject line. :) ))

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As afternoon came to a close, fluffy white cumulus gave way to dark cumulonimbus. The clouds drew themselves across the evening sky, blocking the city's view of the waning sunset. When Celia Connors tucked her umbrella beneath her arm, she could hear the faint rumbling of distant thunder.

Celia preferred to spend nights like these at home with a too-hot cup of black tea in hand. Curled up on the sofa, she'd watch old romance films from beneath a knitted blanket until her eyelids grew heavy and she dozed off against the arm of the chair. The next morning, she'd wake up to find herself stretched out across the couch like a cat warming itself beneath the rays of an afternoon sun.

Tonight, however, would not be one of those nights. Celia would not be curled up on the couch enjoying a scripted romance on TV over a cup of tea. Instead, she'd be involved in a romance all her own.

Celia's stepmother signed her up for a dating website a year or two after she married her father.

"Your father and I met this way," she told Celia. "I'm sure you'll find your true love this way, too."

It had been five long years and Celia had gone on numerous dates since then. Sometimes there was a second or a third date, and occasionally even a fourth. But rarely did her flegling relationships go any further than that. Celia had begun to doubt that E-Match was really her fast path to true love.

But then she had met Michael. He was a gentle, intelligent, and considerate man. Unlike many of the other men she dated, who quickly grew frustrated with her lack of experience, he gently guided her through the process. Before she knew it, three months had passed. For the first time in her life, Celia considered introducing one of her suitors to Eugen.

It was only a short walk from Celia's apartment to the transit center. As Celia waited for her bus, she hummed a little to herself. Thankfully, though, the wait was short-lived; for once, the bus had arrived on time.

Her destination wasn't too terribly far from her apartment, but it was too far to walk, especially with a thunderstorm looming overhead. A half-dozen stops later, she was there, just as the first raindrops began to fall.

Celia sat down at the bar and ordered a water and a Shirley Temple. She found it unnerving, somehow, that Michael wasn't here already. He was always waiting for her when he arrived. Had something happened?

The two of them slept together the last time they met. It had been Celia's first time. She had watched love-making scenes in movies plenty of times, but none of it could have prepared her for the real thing. All of it happened so quickly that she wasn't sure it had happened at all. All she could remember was looking up to discover Michael's handsome face contorted into something so comical that she had to hold her breath to keep herself from laughing.

Celia glances down at her phone. Fifteen minutes passed without sight or sound from Michael -- then a half hour. Already, Celia's mind was conjuring up the worst possibilities: a car accident, a sudden death in the family. She texts him, but another half hour passes, and there's no response.

She's still staring intently down at her phone when she hears someone take the seat next to her.

The FBI? That sounds like a terribly interesting job.

I wish I could do a better job of welcoming you, but I'm rather new myself.

Lamont Alexander, good to meet you.

More FBI? Well, welcome to the network. We still can't exactly do much of anything with the robots anymore, including pissing contests.

But are you into yoga/do you have half a brain? Hi Lyle! I'm Julien. Taurus! Another FBI with numbers, huh?

Are you serious? Oh no problem everyone should get along. Just going to arrest people.

[ He's actually in the bar, too, having a pint, guitar case propped up as he types. Ew. Cops. >:( ]

[Amy doesn't waste words]

Are you kidding me?! You're a numbered too?!

[ He was staring long and hard at that number before he could get past that what the hell moment of finding out that his long term online gaming buddy is an FBI agent. ]

What the hell, ninjasniper2.
That's you? For real?!

Oh my goodness gracious, what a relief! I don't know what I'd do without knowing where I could find a handy FBI agent.

Besides you know, every single one of them that are watching me every waking moment of the day.

[Sorry, Lyle

Well. Neil's not.]

I think I'm good on FBI agents "protecting" me thanks. Nice to know that there's no point pretending I have privacy now that more than one of you are on this thing though.

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