4149/A Candlelit Meeting

A Candlelit Meeting
Date of Scene:	16 November 2020
Location:	NYC Rooftop
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Lyle Marston, Greer Grant

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Lyle Marston has posed:
It has been quite a while every since you last encountered La Raton, gentleman thief extraordinaire. The Last time you two met your were investigating the murder of one Dr. Sturgen, a man murdered in his own office, presumably for something he possessed. After quite a bit of searching, La Raton ended up taking Dr. Sturgen's computer to be analyzed by some type of hacker he knew, hopefully for evidence. However, a month has passed and still nothing, not even a text. However, all of that changed when you received an encrypted email from someone calling himself "The Mole". which told you to meet La Raton on the roof of the Carson Tenement in SoHo to learn what La Raton had learned about this whole messy situation.

The Carson Tenement was a small, brick building of about three stories, just by approaching it you could see how someone with Raton's athletic prowess could easily climb it to reach the roof, especially with the help of the fire escape in the side alley. As you got closer, you would see a orange arrow sticking out in the night darkness, it was painted on the wall of the building, and seemed to be pointing towards the alley with the fire escape. If you followed it, you would see another arrow pointing up towards the fire escape, and the roof. It was quite obvious what you had to do next.

Greer Grant has posed:
"Well," comes the soft, murmured voice hiding laughter. "It's not a signal light, but still..." Grinning with sheer relish, she follows the directions of the painted arrows-- in, up, over! Though the old iron of the fire escape does little for her stealth, she moves up the old gridwork remarkably swiftly. Swift up, swift over, to land on all fours with tail a'twirl!    
    
"Bonsoir!" comes her voice, rich rumble teasing the air. As the night before, wearing just enough to be scandilous, eyes bright with a playful gleam. "...or is it 'bonjour'? Mmmph-- I'll have to talk to Ben. I think he was in Paris for a little while..." Tail swirling, Tigra rises, stepping forth with warm confidence. "...Raton?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
At first, you hear nothing, as if the roof had been abandoned for years. Suddenly, you hear what sounds like violin music playing in the air. Suddenly, the lights to the roof flick on, revealing a rather charming sight. It was a picnic blanket draped carefully on the floor. On it was a basket, two bottles of Champaign, and three candles that were lit rather dimly. Finally, sitting on the other side of this blanket was La Raton himself, clad in his now familiar costume. But now, it appeared that he drew whiskers on his face with charcoal, perhaps to better match his thieving "spirit animal" ? He grins slyly at you and says,

"Ahh, Mademoiselle. I am glad you can make it, sit down, relax, and let me explain what I've discovered."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra's eyes gleam with the reflected light, tiny sparkles of warmth dancing in a sea of green. Rising from crouching pose, readiness eased to welcome, she steps across the rooftop with a quiet, feline grace. A breath captures the scents as she draws near. Tail lashing in mercurial delight, she finds a place to the opposite side of the blanket, settling down with quiet purr.    
    
"Baguettes?" she asks, smile teasing across her features. Along with a sigh-- business and pleasure melded evenly. "Thank you for looking deeper," she adds, voice soft as she settles. "I tried to be..." She pauses, waving her hand. "..subtle. As the Hulk in Soho." Added with a vibrant mirth, stretching gingerly as she exhales. "As a sort of distraction for anyone if they were trying to hide their tracks. Not quite like a bull in a china store, but there." She folds her hands together in her lap, leaning forward with hungry eagerness.    

"What have we got?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle smiled as Tigra approached the blanket, the Mademoiselle was quite stunning in the moonlight he had to admit. As she sat down, Lyle grin grew wider when he thought he had heard a small purr coming from Her. Well, it seemed that this picnic had put her in a good mood. He nods when Tigra asks if he had Baguettes, reaching into the basket and breaking a piece off of the bread, handing it over to Tigra, alongside a jar of grape jam. Lyle sighs heavily and says as he pours himself a glass of Champaign,

"The Good Doctor's computer was very hard for my man to crack. Hence why it took a month for me to get back to you. Luckily, I have the information we need on this flashdrive."

Suddenly, Lyle reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small flashdrive. He grins and was about to say something else, before suddenly staring at something for a moment. Suddenly, he clears his throat and says,

"Sorry Mademoiselle. It is just that your eyes are very alluring in this light, like sparkling Emeralds."

Greer Grant has posed:
The blush beneath the fur is faintly visible on her cheeks. Tigra glances away with quiet laughter, smiling as she nods. "Thank you," she murmurs, accepting the bread with a sigh of relish-- a briefly unladylike rumble of her stomach in protest at the delay! "Missed lunch today," she admits, shaking her head. "And dinner for that matter," she adds, chuffing a breath. She uncaps the jam, setting it aside before reaching for one of the simple, plastic spoons.    
    
"Dr. Sturgen certainly was no stranger to technology, but I'm fairly certain he wasn't so savvy to computers as to do more than basics in security." She pauses, slathering the bread with jam's warm embrace. "Something from the university? The lab?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle's grin grows wider as he sees Tigra blush. He takes a sip of his Champaign, then suddenly stops and pours Tigra a glass as well. He then clears his throat and says to her as he handed her the glass,

"Well, the University had encrypted his computer, thanks in part to a certain security company in Yonkers named Athena Security Services, you know, the rent-a-cop corp with a militaristic edge? Yeah, they also encrypt computers. Apparently, Dr. Sturgen was into artifacts collecting back in the day, from what The Mole told me.

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra nods in agreement, chewing thoughtfully on the bread-- warm, how is it *warm* --swallowing before reaching for her glass. "He let on that he always had been," she admits, murmuring thoughtfully. "Wilder, misspent youth style adventures becoming more reasonable excavations and projects in his later years. I think he walked with a cane if he had to be on his feet for a while."    
    
She takes a small sip, savoring the champaign before draining the glass to its dregs-- guilty relish, as she sighs with bliss!    
    
"Athena?" she manages, tilting her head in curiosity. "They do that, I remember-- but they charge top dollar for their work, too. That level of quality is a bit extreme, even for a university network."

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle lets out a good natured laugh as Tigra drained the glass quickly, and nodded along as she continued to explain the professor's past. Then, as he poured Tigra another glass of Champaign, Lyle grunted and said,

"That's the bizarre part, the Professor's computer was the only one encrypted with that certain program, all the others were protected by another company. There must've been something that the Professor wanted to stay hidden. Perhaps a look into the flash drive could solve this issue."

Greer Grant has posed:
Tigra quirks an eyebrow in interest, tail lashing slowly, smoothly, curving to one side as she listens. "Worth showing to the authorities?" she hazards to ask, tailtip suddenly giving a sharp flick. "If it came from me, there would be little concern about how I arrived by it. Athena..." She draws her refilled glass back, quiet bemusement as she swallows her bite. "That is bizzare. Almost crazy enough to be Gotham-level bizzare. Athena is proto-military; what would convince them to be guarding one, admittedly civilian computer, out of a whole network. And did the university know what it was?"    
    
She frowns, shaking her head. And finishing the baguette in three quick bites! "Needs lamb," she adds with a rumble of relish. "Or fish! Salmon. Tuna, perhaps?"