Information Broker Description

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((There are two main methods to contacting the coordinator of information broker "Anansi;" a physical location deep in the black market of Dagos, or remote contact. Descriptions for both methods are below. It's also possible to have someone arrange a meeting.

Why come here? Maybe you need to know something about another character. Maybe you need to find a family member. Maybe you need to know someone in the black market. Maybe you need to locate some Magi to hunt, or some Hunters to ambush. Maybe you need work. There's a million interesting things to talk to me about if you're itching for threads and conflict

Consider this an open, ongoing request for threads. Feel free to PM me or hit up my plotter if you'd like. Please do not reply to this thread; create a separate one as usual <3))[break][break]

Visiting in Dagos[break][break]

You’ve risked your hide going so far into the underbelly of Dagos. The littered streets in this area are narrow and lined with shoddy, boarded buildings. It is quiet, save for the occasional cough of the dying homeless, or shuffling of trash skipping with the wind. There are people, sometimes alone, sometimes in groups, always with their hands in their pockets, and always eyeing you. Sometimes you catch the glimpse of a shadow moving past a cracked window. The air is heavy, a musty mix of trash and smoke. During the day, the light is dull, and the ground shadowed. After dark, there are no lights to guide you, save for a merciful moon on clear nights, and the occasional dull glow of an oil drum fire lit by the cold and desperate down a nearby alleyway. [break][break]

However, the crowds don’t seem to loiter around Anansi’s Lair, as it was commonly called. Somehow, the empty street is more unnerving. Or maybe it’s the pristine silence. It’s a simple building, no different from the cracking and dark ones in the black market. The door is solid, wrought iron, and the rusty hinges screech like a banshee when you open it. The foyer is small, dusty, and stacked with crates. A ragged curtain serves as the inner door. [break][break]

With the curtain brushed aside, it’s almost as if you were teleported to a higher-end cybernetics clinic, or perhaps a government building. The room is a mix of whites and silver trim. It is still small. A woman with long black hair sits behind a counter inset into the wall, visible through a small window, no doubt thick ballistics glass. Under this glass, a silver nameplate reads “Ebony.” Two doors flank the desk on either side, and an android stands in front of each; very old robotic models, likely not even AI-capable, and using old alloy, but clean, silent, and holding guns. They do not turn to acknowledge you, but the many cameras along the walls and ceiling do. You get the feeling that everything about you in currently being recorded. Otherwise, the room is empty. The woman keeps her eyes on you, but they are not unfriendly. She seems to be welcoming you forward.[break][break]

Remote Contact[break][break]

Perhaps you were told by a friend, an associate, or another source. Perhaps you overheard. Perhaps you received a mysterious call, message, or letter. This is how you can contact Anansi, supposedly, if he exists. Or at least an agent. Maybe you’re curious, or maybe you need something.[break][break]

You enter the web address you were told; a series of dots, numbers, and… letters and symbols? How could this be a valid address? It looks like a joke. Should you try it anyway, the address leads you to a blank page for a moment, before a sudden cycle of similar-looking addresses flashes impossibly quick in your browser bar. It rests on a different address, and the page is nothing more than another blank page, but with two boxes: NAME and CONTACT. Even the web code is of an unfamiliar programming language. Entering a phone number does not seem to work under CONTACT- the field empties as soon as you finish. An email stays, though.[break][break]

Should you hit enter, the site closes. Attempting to use that page’s address is unsuccessful, and simply return as the site not existing. Strangely, nothing appears in your history. Either this is a serious bug, a vivid hallucination, or incredibly advanced technology. Later, perhaps a few hours, a message with no return sender appears in your inbox. The subject line is what you had entered under NAME. The body of the email, should you open it, reads “Write your request. Plain text. No links. No attachments. Reply within one hour.”[break][break]

Is this legit? It seems to be an automated e-mail reply. But then again, the entire thing is extremely weird. Can you trust giving out more information to this? What will happen? If you need to contact Anansi, do you have a choice?[break][break]

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