Called to a meeting (Raz0r) - Alterations While U Wait

She shrugged.

"That's okay. I'll talk to Estaban. He's their voice, so he's who you'll be working with."

"Most excellent. I look forward to becoming acquainted with all of them. There is much good which can be done, together."

She beamed.

"Of course. And now I don't have to fake being a face anymore. It's so exhausting to have to leave my computers so often."

"I understand, sister. Although few of us are comfortable with that public role, I shall attempt it. I should much rather be somewhere dank; I've never considered myself much of a 'face', either."

She chuckled.

"Well, hopefully soon we'll have somewhere dank for you to be. For now, this place seems okay. Maybe it needs a few more venomous spiders."

She grins, to show that she having fun.

"Spiders were never quite my thing. However, the front room is very nearly ready for a rousing lights-off game of 'Mannequin, or Corpse?'." he said, with no particular sign of jesting.

She blinked. Then grinned.

"And what does the winner get?"

"I hadn't gotten that far. Some sort of prize, I suppose. I shan't play, as I've set the course and it wouldn't be fair - the game may have to wait for a housewarming party, and a quorum of guests."

She chuckled.

"Yeah, that's probably best. Got any games that just the two of us could play?"

"Several. Or one, depending on how you look at it." Porter smirks.

She laughed.

"Oh really?"

"Indeed. You proposed getting to know me better. Why not take off our faces and slip into something more comfortable?" he smiled.

Didn't have to ask her twice. With a grin she dropped the perky blue haired facade and became a raggedy haired skeleton with skin hanging off. It folded in wrinkles on her forehead and chin.

"I am glad you will not be the Primogen any longer, Raz0r. Such an exquisite form should never be hidden."

He stepped toward her, dropping his own mask - not that there was much to it. Oh, he was ugly, all right, but he could pass as a homely man who'd just had a serious beating.

She laughed and stood, taking a step towards him.

"Only we would find this appealing. I'm just happy that not much happened to my bone structure. That would have been...more than painful."

"No, you're perfect. You are who you are."

She smiled and looked him over. Then she stepped closer, into his space, and looked up into his face.

"You're not too bad looking yourself."

"Some angles are better than others. I've been told 'from underneath' isn't particularly horrible."

She raised what should have been an eyebrow at him. Really? It was just a fold of skin.

"It doesn't look that bad to me. But I've never been much for 'underneath' very often."

Porter laughs - loud and long.

She smiles. Then reaches back and into her bag, pulling a red stone that is intricately wired to a very long chain. She holds it out to him.

"Time to test your knowledge. Do you know what this is?"

"My first inclination, without handling it, is to presume it is a tracking device."

She smiled.

"Give the man a prize. Take it."

He does so, examining it. "And its purpose?"

She smiled.

"So that if you're going off into danger, I know where you are."