In a dusty corner of a Smoking Section of a Resturant in Eutopia City, this table resides waiting for the next private discussion to take place.
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In a dusty corner of a Smoking Section of a Resturant in Eutopia City, this table resides waiting for the next private discussion to take place.
One Jacques Moreau-Dumont arrives at the table in the usual black suit and black tie he is seen wearing at formal occasions. He takes out a fine Tilapian Cigar he recived as a present and waits for his special guests to arrive.
Two dark-skinned, dark-suited men enter the private section of the restaurant and sit themselves down on either side of Jacques.
"M. Moreau-Dumont, I believe?" says one, the shorter one, on Dumont's right.
"M. Moreau-Dumont, I believe?" says one, the shorter one, on Dumont's right.
You would be correct, Monsieur.
Jacques hands two of the Tilapian Cigars to his guests.
Do you smoke?
He puts one in his mouth and lights it up
Jacques hands two of the Tilapian Cigars to his guests.
Do you smoke?
He puts one in his mouth and lights it up
"Yes, thank you," says the leader. "Now on to business...what is it exactly you are interested in doing? Remember, M. Moreau-Dumont, we are an honorable people and will not resort to um... ill-considered actions."
Illegal actions? Oh, no Monsieur. Some of the priggish type might consider my proposition wrong, but I assure you that no Sahrawi will commit any act of violence whatsoever.
He blows the smoke from his mouth in rings
I understand that you have de-facto control of the southern part of West-Sahara, oui?
He blows the smoke from his mouth in rings
I understand that you have de-facto control of the southern part of West-Sahara, oui?
The two men grow warier. The boss says, "Well, our brothers do - not our blood brothers of course but our countrymen. I know some. Are you offering to support us somehow?"
My proposition to you is this: That me and my associates are leased some land in West Sahara, somwhere where I can erect some buildings, and be safe from my enemies. In return, I will support you monetarily through charities and more direct methods.
We have a deal?
We have a deal?
The Western Saharan's interest is piqued. "Why do you need a complex in our nation to be safe - safe from whom? Of course if you cannot tell us I would understand."
Well Monsieur, not at the moment, and I am afraid I will not be able to reveal why I require such a place. I see that you are interested?
Mr. Forbes walks up to the table, very suspicious of Dumont and his acquaintances (I hope I can do this as it is my restaurant?). Watching the three "friends" rather oddly, Roger says to Mr. Dumont, "Are you sure you might not like a more private place, people seem to be eavesdropping on you here. I gather from your appearances that you aren't conductly wholly legal business. I realize you may be ready to shoot me about now, but I assure you, this is a place for people to enjoy themselves and conduct business amongst each other. I personally don't mind to what extent said business follows the law, just as long as it does not disturb my business."
As Mr Forbes begins talking, Jacques, drinking a glass of water, raises one eyebrow nearly off his face as a bit of his drink dribbles down his chin. When Forbes finishes talking, he takes one of his napkins and wipes himself.
Monsieur Forbes, mind my asking, illegal activities? Me and my Sahrawi friends are discussing my new Charity that operates in West Sahara, as well as the immigrant community in Hurteau, care for a leaflet?
Jacques takes out a leaflet entitled "West Sahara: Why you need to help" and hands it to Forbes
As for people eavesdropping, I do not see anyone doing so. If there are some people snooping about, I will deal with them, a terse word or two would sort out that problem, hmm?
OOC: I assume that everyone knows we're here (especially Mr. Forbes), just not what we're talking about. I guess that the conversation would seem perfectly normal to the people in the Resturant.
Monsieur Forbes, mind my asking, illegal activities? Me and my Sahrawi friends are discussing my new Charity that operates in West Sahara, as well as the immigrant community in Hurteau, care for a leaflet?
Jacques takes out a leaflet entitled "West Sahara: Why you need to help" and hands it to Forbes
As for people eavesdropping, I do not see anyone doing so. If there are some people snooping about, I will deal with them, a terse word or two would sort out that problem, hmm?
OOC: I assume that everyone knows we're here (especially Mr. Forbes), just not what we're talking about. I guess that the conversation would seem perfectly normal to the people in the Resturant.
"Thank you for the information, Mr. Dumont, but, as I said, I take little interest in people's business. Everyone has their cause and mine is to know as little as possible about everyone else's. If you're not concerned, then my business here is done. Just be sure to stop by the gambling parlor in back before you leave."