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*Daneel walks in the front door and chooses a table in the center of the room. He's not hoping for real information anymore, but thinks he might find out some more about this strange place. Perhaps someone will come talk to him.*

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*The marquis stalks about the bar, restlessly, and makes eye contact with Daneel - he smiles a rather predatory, but still friendly, smile*

Pardon me, stranger, but I am seeking information on the whereabouts of a girl called Door. She's been known to frequent this establishment.

*Daneel cooly observes him*

Good evening, sir.

I apologize, I am new here as well, and have not yet met anyone who goes by that name.

Pity. My usual sources of information have not been reliable for that which I seek.

I am looking for information, as well.

Have you seen a man of average height and middle age, with black hair and pale skin? He was probably in the company of a robot. For that matter, have you seen any robots?

Robots? I am not familiar with the term. However the man's description rings a bell. Would he be in London Below, by any chance? If so, I could make inquiries on your behalf, for the small price of a favor.

I'm not familiar with "London Below." Is it related to London district in Europe City, Earth?

Yes - it is the Underside of London Above, the place where the people who fall through the cracks tend to end up. It is a counterpart of London which exists as an entity unto itself.

And where do you call home?

I am native to the planet Aurora, capital of the Worlds of Dawn.

That's strange--the London district I know is the cleanest, most prosperous district in all of the City. I presume you are before my time, as everyone i've met seems to be.

*laughs at the thought of London, Above or Below being the cleanest part of anyone's city*

I would assume so, although time is often a tricky thing to keep track of in London Below. It tends to be quite fluid.

In London Above, I believe the time is fixed in the last decade of the 20th century.

You're from another world and the future, then. You must know a great deal of information that could be... profitable to the likes of one such as myself.

*Daneel becomes guarded. He knows what happens to people given too much information before they are ready*

Knowledge is a tricky thing, Master...

And so is profit.

*notices the change in demeanor - not much slips past the Marquis*

I trade in information, my good sir. I know all the tricks.

But please, forgive me for rattling on about work in a place of leisure.

Nothing to be forgiven, sir. For those of us who seek information, all places are places of work.

I don't believe we've been introduced. I am R. Daneel Olivaw.

*Daneel extends a hand*

*pauses for a moment, but then takes extended hand*

Too true, good sir, too true.

I am the Marquis de Carabas.

*Daneel appears intrigued*

Marquis? That is a name with which I am unfamiliar. Or is it, perhaps a title?

A title. One that is more... honorary than hereditary, if you understand my meaning.

*Daneel absorbs this information neutrally. Most crime where he comes from is major crime--petty crime is nearly non-existent, so he has no real world experience with shadyness.*

One bestowed by those Below?

Yes, you could say that.

*smiles devilishly*

So what kind of information do you deal in, Mr. Olivaw?

*Daneel finds it unwise to reveal his true profession, so he lands on honest obfuscation*

I deal in information about who is lost and who is found.

I deal in information of all kinds.

*his eyes glint*

And this man you seek, is he a man of great importance in your world?

He is famous on his world, but of little true importance. And he is the same on mine, though he has been there but once. He may be important to our worlds' futures, but I am no prophet.

And he has been good to me.

I see. And why has he gone missing?

That, Marquis, is the crux of the question.

*Daneel perceives that discussing this further will lead to th Laws discussion again, something he'd rather avoid*

But, enough said about that tonight. Allow me to ask, but you say you deal in all sorts of information. Who is your superior?

*laughs*

I am self-employed. I answer to no one but myself.

Interesting.

Does it suit you well?

Nothing could suit me better.

And you? Who do you work for?

Humanity, now, I suppose.

I'm sorry. Humanity is highly overrated.

Working for yourself, friend, that's the only way to go.

*Daneel leans back in his chair*

Ah, but working for humanity has challenge.

I have plenty enough challenge surviving in London Below without looking out for anyone else.

You mentioned something called robots - do tell more about them. Perhaps I've seen one at a Floating Market and didn't even know it.

Robots. The cause of so much of my conversation at this place.

Robots are mechanical men. They are often shaped like men or women, but sometimes not. They have a positronic brain that holds the mathmatical pathways that direct their actions. Robots and robotics are the foundations of my planet's economy and social structure.

Fascinating. Are they expensive?

It depends on the type. Our populations are so small that we must have robots to do everyday tasks, so everyone has at least one household robot. However, there are top-of-the-line robots that are extrodinarily expensive.

*nods head, thinking*

Hmmm, there might be a niche for something like that in London Below.

Will you be at this location for some time, or are you passing through?

I will be here until I get some information about the person I'm missing.

Your pardon? I seem to have some buisness to attend to with another patron. It was a pleasure.

Of course. A pleasant evening to you, sir.

OOC: Thanks! I enjoyed our thread as well!

*Daneel stands, half bows, and walks over to Todd (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/408266.html).*

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