Hassling The Non Natives 1

GM: Vulcan
Players: Kassandra
Synopsis: The Ministry of Self Determination pays Thistlewood Canyon a visit.
Date: January 6th, 2070

The buzz at the front gate by presumably Officials has them buzzed through. There is muffled barking coming from the house but faintly, as if upstairs. Kassandra will be out on the porch waiting for the visitors, looking curious.

Aladriel, Sally, and Amalthea have taken the baby and go up to the bedroom, waiting to see what goes on.

The black Mitsuhama ErgoCar, an Americar-Cousin, rolls up the snow covered driveway. It comes to a stop on the roundabout before the house, the two men inside conversing for a moment before getting out. "Mrs. Theodore Morgenstern?"

Morgen… Kassandra flips through the names she knows of and ahas. "No sir? My name is Cindel, Kassandra Cindel. Mr. Morgenstern is the homeowner, however. Can I help you with something?" She smiles, hands in clear view, clasped before her as she looks on.

«Auto-Judge[]» Agent Blackbush (#3087) rolls 5 for "Kass looks… kind of native.. ish… right?":
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"Right. Of course." Says Blackbush as he steps away from the car. He nods to the other man, yet unnamed, and that man starts to simply walk down the driveway, examining the property. "I'm Agent Blackbush, Ministry of Self-Determination. We don't much care for Foreigners owning our nation and then deigning to let fine Native AMerican peoples pay them for the privilidge of living on it. Do you know where we can find Mr. Morgenstern at this time?"

Looking contrite, Kassandra shakes her head. "I wish I did. He's been in and out of the country is my understanding, something about a pleasure cruise. He was rather vague about that, which is maddening. There are some issues I really needed him to look into .. property things, you know? Instead, I had to get a plumber, and a contractor and the like."

She looks off towards the other agent, paying him as much attention as one might someone looking around their home, then back to Agent Blackbush. "He sends trixmail every once in a while, I can certainly pass along the address?"

The man smiles, stepping closer. "That would be very helpful. I don't suppose you have your rental contract on hand?" He asks curiously, fishing for SIN information that would be contained in it. The other Agent pauses near the open space between the house and the Garage, then starts to walk around the house.

"Ummmm. I think so. Let me see, where did we file .. ah!" Kassandra nods, smiling to the man. She asks him and glances to the other, "Can I get you guys some coffee while I dig this up?" She opens the door, gesturing inside while holding the door open.

«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "Gimmie an ettiquet roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Etiquette:
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«OOC» Kassandra says, "stand"
«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "No shit. :)"
«OOC» Kassandra says, "A very nice roll. :)"
«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "To bad it wasn't gto get gear!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Agent Blackbush (#3087) rolls 5 for "Hrm.":
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Agent Blackbush seems to waffle for a moment, then nods. "You seem like a fine Ute Citizen." A pause. "You are a Ute Citizen, correct? I'll need to see your SIN information as well, of course. But Coffee sounds lovely."

Leading Agent Blackbush in, Kassandra keeps talking. Unless he stays out here, in which case she'll lead around the side of the house to the outside of the kitchen, on the patio. That way they can see each other.

"Well, we are in the process. The paperwork is tied up, they tell me, and these things take time, they tell me." She shrugs helplessly, "But what can you do? I keep waiting and checking for the day when everything is squared away."

The Agent moves with her, with the other Agent now out of sight around the house. "Agent Meyers is just doing a standard walking of the property. We've been given a directive by the Great Cheif to catalog all foreign owned property in the Ute Nation, you know how it goes. So you're not yet a citizen. What tribal affiliation?" He asks, moving after her in to the home.

Kassandra's eye's widen appropriately at the mention of the Great Chief, nodding soberly. "A very important job, I can understand that as well. We are hoping that once we get all our papers squared away we'll be allowed to purchase this home outright from Mr. Morgenstern. He doesn't seem to take care of it, and it is a shame that."

"They tell me my father was Ute, but I was never able to find out for sure. He died when I was little, my mother not long after. They didn't leave much in the way of papers or belongings, so it was …" She drifts off and shakes her head, "Sorry, I am sure that you don't want to hear about such things."

She starts the coffee, setting out cups and the assorted ware before moving to collect a lock box from the cupboard in the dining room. "Important papers. Let me see, … ah!" She'll present the housing papers and attached computer information chips as if she's discovered gold.

«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "gimmie a 'lying my little arabic ass off' roll."
«OOC» Kassandra says, "Negotiation.Fast Talk?"
«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "sure."
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Negotiation for "Lies lies everywhere lies":
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«OOC» Kassandra will hold there and embelish later
«Auto-Judge[]» Agent Blackbush (#3087) rolls 5 for "hrm.":
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The agent huhs, looking the woman over. "You don't seem very ute." He admits, flipping out a black pad and pulling a pen. "Maybe more Objibwa, maybe Nez Peirce. Your tone is also a bit more Meso-American than North American. Have you looked in to Tupi or maybe a Ararawk?"
Blinking, Kassandra tilts her head. "That … wow, you are the first person to suggest other tribes to look into!" She snags a PDA and makes a note, asking, "Spell that last again? And Tupi, and Ob-jib-owa? Thank you SO much. I'd really like to find out where I come from, I think it would help set my mind at ease." She regards the little text on the screen, smiling happily at what is there. "Were those the papers you were looking for?"

THe man smiles sadly. "I come across this a lot. You have no idea how many tribes, entire civilizations, are just gone as cultures. Entirely wiped out by the Anglo Camps. Foundlings, like yourself, are more common than you think. I've got some numbers you can contact, to find others like yourself who are likewise searching. Would you like that?" he asks, while making another note. "And I wanted the Rental or leasing documents for the home and grounds. The grounds here are listed as… huh. Military surplus, auctioned off to a Mr. Samuel Thayer and Ms. Benedicte Passetempo, UCAS citizens… but then sold to a variety of people before landing in Mr. Morgenson's hands about 2 years ago. He's another UCAS anglo…"

Brightening, Kassandra nods eagerly. "I'd love those numbers, yes. It's been a hobby of mine, really, whever I get the chance to dig into this. Just .. some people are not very willing to talk about such things. It brings back unhappy memories."

She cuts herself off, looking upside down at the papers. "I think those are them." She looks back in the files and pulls out one last paper, "Sorry, this one was attached. They had us sign so many things to just live here, they all look alike. I think they should color them or something so you know what you are looking for." She'll laugh nervously, shaking her head. "I never was good with all these papers."

«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "Another 'not being transparently lying' roll, plz."
«Auto-Judge[]» Kassandra (#9777) rolls Negotiation for "Lies 2: This is not the house you are looking for.":
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«OOC» Kassandra says, "Stand"

«Auto-Judge[]» Agent Blackbush (#3087) rolls 5 for "Is it the house I'm looking for?":
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«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "Anything illegal on or around the property ?"
«OOC» Agent Blackbush says, "That the other agent might observe?"
«OOC» Kassandra hmmms
«OOC» Kassandra says, "not that I can think of. Cars, the various tools out in the shop"
«OOC» Kassandra says, "we dont leave like MMGs out in the yard"
«OOC» Kassandra says, "well, not often"
«OOC» Agent Blackbush will take a peak at that on his way out, but yeah. I know you're fairly clean.

No, it's really not. The agent smiles. "I'll tell you what." He says as he pulls out a few phamlets. "This is actually what the Ministry is dedicated to doing, restoring your sense of Self-Determination, rebuilding your ability to live your own life, free from the influence or manipulation of the Anglo pressers. I'll come back on Monday, when I'm next out this way. The Ministry in the FRFZ's sort of stretched thin… but I can give you until then to get the paper work in order. Is that okay?"

Relief floods her face and Kassandra eagerly takes the pamphlets, glancing at them and then back to the Agent. "Thank you SO much! I really appreciate this, Agent Blackbush, and I'll have everything squared away and waiting for you, I promise." She looks down at the pamphlets again, scanning them over and then back to the man.

They really are 'How to find your heritage' style pamphlets, nothing evil. "No problem. I understand I came somewhat unannounced. I'll see you on Monday, Ms… Cindel, was it?"

"That's right. See Eye Ene Dee Eee Ele." Kassandra hangs onto the pamphlets, one hand absently running over the front of them as she walks with the man. "OH! Your coffee!" She turns to rush back, "I think I have some travelling mugs you can use, that way you don't spill in the car. Do you know if the other Agent takes cream or sugar?"

"Black. It's the easiest to get on the run. It's been a pleasure, and you have a lovely home. What is it you do for a living?" He asks, as if only suddenly aware of the -expansive- nature of the home and grounds.

Pouring coffee into two travelling mugs, both black, Kassandra will bustle back. "I work in jewelry and glasswork. My wife is allllmost a doctor, just needs to finish her whateveryou call it. And thank you, we try hard to keep things up and nice and clean." She presents the two mugs and starts leading to the door.

«Auto-Judge[]» Agent Blackbush (#3087) rolls 5 for "WIFE? ZOMG!":
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He takes the cups, an eyebrow quirking at the mention of a wife. "Well. Thats certainly… impressive." He says, the first sign of disapproval coming in to his features, but very faint. "Anyway. Thank you, Mrs. Cindel." he says, adapting the proper title. "It's been a pleasure."

"You too Agent Blackbush." Kass has seen that look, that tone before and lets it go. Some things you just can't fight against or change. She'll smile and guide the Agent out, waving to his partner as he comes back around. "You be careful out there and thank you again. I'll look forward to seeing you Monday."

Unless otherwise stopped, Agent Blackbrush and his partner will get back in their Ergo-Car and head off down the driveway before the next storm rolls in.

Kass will not stop them, and will watch them go, idly looking over the pamphlets as they head out.

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