Log:Stinger Interrogation

2010/09/29 	 Bard Stinger 1

Bard is met at the facility by Assitant Warden Joseph Maclin. He's a Caucasian male in his fiftes with black hair that's turning white at the temples. He's dressed in a conservative suit, and he wears glasses. "Bard, is it?" he asks when they first meet. He offers his hand for a handshake.

Bard takes the Warden's hand. "Please, sir, I'm just Marcus." He smiles. "Thank you for arranging this on such short notice." Bard's shake is short, formal and with a nice firm grip as to make a good impression. He has a guitar on his back, and ofcourse a harmonica or two in his pocket. He has his hat and is now sporting a pair of squarish Rose colored shades he had seen at the transmat. he wore Diane's gift shirt for good luck.

Maclin leads Bard through the various security checkpoints and down to Interrogation Room One. There's an elevator ride that takes the two men deeper into the mesa. During the descent, Maclin says, "I'd hate for you to have come all the way from Colonial Bay for nothing. Stinger's been tight lipped about her criminal ties. She's a True Believer -- you know the type, yes? I don't know what you'll be able to get from her that our interrogators weren't able to."

Bard shrugs. "If nothing else it may make them take action if they feel like I'm looking for them... Anyways, there are something that change certain people over time. Speaking of which, how long has she been imprissoned?"

"Since February, 2058," Maclin says. The elevators open and Maclin leads the way down the hallway past a few doors and into the interrogation room. "Here you are," he says. "If anything happens, the panic button is right there. Everything will be recorded. We'll cue up Stinger, she'll be along in a moment. Any questions?"

Bard nods. "Mind if I keep my guitar? It helps me focus." He smiles politely. Being a nobody but a musician outside of colonial bay sometimes pays off.

Bard nods to Maclin. "Thank you, I should be fine. Lady luck tends to be overly kind at times."

Bard enters the room, and leans against a wall waiting patiantly.

Maclin nods and leaves Bard alone in the room. After a few minutes there's the sound of a large machinery shifting. On the other side of the window, Stinger's cell is elevated into the place, locking into position with an ominous k-chunk. Stinger's cell is now on the other side of the window. It's filled with water, and Stinger floats inside of it.

Bard smiles a little almost as if he's trying to hold back smiling fully. "Hello Miss Margaritis, or is there another name you perfer? I'd like to both start this meeting and end it on good terms." he begins. "Oh and before I forget and be rude, my name is Marcus. I've come a fair distance to see you." He takes off the glass and pockets them.

Bard smiles a little almost as if he's trying to hold back smiling fully. "Hello Doctor Margaritis, or is there another name you perfer? I'd like to both start this meeting and end it on good terms." he begins. "Oh and before I forget and be rude, my name is Marcus. I've come a fair distance to see you." He takes off the glass and pockets them.

Stinger says cooly: "Get to the point. What do you want?" Her accent is Greek and hints at an education in British schools.

Bard nods. "I see, you like to cut to the chase, I respect that." He smiles. "I'm merely here to ask and listen. I'm sure you've sat in here thinking about what you could ahve done differently, something to make your crusade more successful, correct?"

"First: Avoid getting caught," Stinger says with a wistful laugh.

Bard smiles a charming smile and chuckles. "That's funny, my appologies." He sighs, "However being contained is not something I'm anticipating in any of my up coming actions."

Stinger floats up to the glass. "I don't understand. What actions?"

Bard looks to stinger, then to the camera then back to her and nods.

"Good luck, then," Stinger says, "With whatever it is you have planned. Some thing I would do differently then?"

Bard takes a moment and replies. "Hacve you ever heard of teh game civilization... very interesting. the idea was that to obtain the goal of globalization, you must obtain and maintain allies... I always had trouble with that, as the people who had the same goal fought amungst themselves. I usually allied with a higher power and tried to gain influence in the others to remove... annoyances." He is obviously not talking about the game.

Stinger says, "I've had some time to think in here... Destructive acts, I think that they're counterproductive. Our goals are just... we need to swing public opinion in our favor. Violent acts, I think they only crystallize support against us."

Bard nods. "I agree. What stirs me is that some people are claiming assosiation with such groups as The Green for mere petty thefts of zoo animal. Frankly if I could let them know I would."

Bard says, "Ultimately this would be counter-productive, and if they wanted to be feared, which would be ill advised, it would make them seem... small time."

Stinger waves her hand dismissively. "The eventually goal is to generate a groundswell of support for our causes. But we can't be responsible for the acts of every crackpot with a manifesto."

Bard nods, "Frankly I agree, but everyone outspoken is assumed to be the norm. And if we want to have allies on the same page ultimately it takes communication. Something I am lacking in... But you've been useful to me it'd be unkind not to return the favor to some degree."

"Wait... are you leaving already?" Stinger asks.

Bard looks surprised. "You wish me to stay?" He smiles. "I'd be happy to. It's not like you normally see someone like you, Doctor. It's rather..." he simply smiles.

Stinger is quiet for a moment. "I've been here more than two years.. you're... the first visitor I've had..."

Bard blinks, and is genuinely saddened by this, he goes over to the glass. "I'm sorry to hear that." He states, placing his hand on the glass. "It must get lonely." Bard had spent 2 years in hiding, he knew the feeling of not being able to see certain people.

Bard and Stinger continue to chat for a while.