October 15, 2321
Mars,
Olympus Mons
"I'm not saying you look unfashionable. The whole suit-jacket thing is a new look for you, very daring, it just isn't you. It looks like someone dressed you to look nice. I can tell you wouldn't buy that yourself and anyone who matters is going to see the same thing. Drop the suit jacket, just stick with the vest if you really want to look like you fit in, otherwise just wear your usual. I think we were all expecting you to give the finger to convention." Ein said as both himself and Wazu approached the HFR's offices. Both men were still suit'd, though each had their own ways of wearing it. Ein's choice was far more traditional, Wazu's was a bit more eccentric, and the American Union security officers trailing behind them wore theirs cheaply.
"Next time I'll just wear my purple robe and slippers..." Wazu replied.
"I'm SHOCKED that the Assembly uses that in a serious capacity."
"You're trying to blend in, we just want to be comfy."
"Just come over to my side already, you know their going to try and grab you at some point today." Ein said, his tone getting a bit more serious now that they were at the doors to the HFR's office.
"I used to work with them. They couldn't grab me without ME helping THEM with the grabbing. Unlike the Empress we came prepared for that eventuality." Wazu replied.
"You still think she doesn't have anything up her sleeve?"
"Hoshiko didn't last time. The Daqin seem to think they can style their way through any problem just because they've got better wetware than the average human." Wazu would turn and wave at the American Union security officers 'trailing' them as he spoke. He knew they were just waiting for the word to come down so they could get started.
"Wanna put your money where your mouth is? I've got mine on body-double... or some kinda remote-operated-daqin-body-thing." Ein said, seemingly unconcerned about the men following them.
"..."
"Not a betting man anymore?"
"Fine. Usual bet." Wazu relented.
"Great, that'll make this more exciting. Go in. Talk up the HFR. Avoid a gunfight with my own security guys. Win this bet. Then we should get food... be thinking about what you're hungry for." With that Ein would open the doors to the HFR's diplomatic area and take himself inside, "Hey there, any chance Kal is ready to take visitors? We've got a lot to discuss."
Mars,
Olympus Mons
"I'm not saying you look unfashionable. The whole suit-jacket thing is a new look for you, very daring, it just isn't you. It looks like someone dressed you to look nice. I can tell you wouldn't buy that yourself and anyone who matters is going to see the same thing. Drop the suit jacket, just stick with the vest if you really want to look like you fit in, otherwise just wear your usual. I think we were all expecting you to give the finger to convention." Ein said as both himself and Wazu approached the HFR's offices. Both men were still suit'd, though each had their own ways of wearing it. Ein's choice was far more traditional, Wazu's was a bit more eccentric, and the American Union security officers trailing behind them wore theirs cheaply.
"Next time I'll just wear my purple robe and slippers..." Wazu replied.
"I'm SHOCKED that the Assembly uses that in a serious capacity."
"You're trying to blend in, we just want to be comfy."
"Just come over to my side already, you know their going to try and grab you at some point today." Ein said, his tone getting a bit more serious now that they were at the doors to the HFR's office.
"I used to work with them. They couldn't grab me without ME helping THEM with the grabbing. Unlike the Empress we came prepared for that eventuality." Wazu replied.
"You still think she doesn't have anything up her sleeve?"
"Hoshiko didn't last time. The Daqin seem to think they can style their way through any problem just because they've got better wetware than the average human." Wazu would turn and wave at the American Union security officers 'trailing' them as he spoke. He knew they were just waiting for the word to come down so they could get started.
"Wanna put your money where your mouth is? I've got mine on body-double... or some kinda remote-operated-daqin-body-thing." Ein said, seemingly unconcerned about the men following them.
"..."
"Not a betting man anymore?"
"Fine. Usual bet." Wazu relented.
"Great, that'll make this more exciting. Go in. Talk up the HFR. Avoid a gunfight with my own security guys. Win this bet. Then we should get food... be thinking about what you're hungry for." With that Ein would open the doors to the HFR's diplomatic area and take himself inside, "Hey there, any chance Kal is ready to take visitors? We've got a lot to discuss."