The city of Tianfal

*Malvia, who had fallen ungracefully too the floor with a beautifull yelp when the table had open as he sat on it, groaned from below* "hnnn... I'm fine, thanks.... "
*The white-haired androgyne bent over the table to rub his back with a hiss of faint pain.* "hhhh.... this is so unfair.."
*leaning heavily onto the table, almost smashing the lens he hadn't seen, he grabbed a sit and hopped on it with something that sounded like a moan.*
"Hum.. Hey, hum, Captain... Not to joined them in insubordination but uh... Well I kind of already wear contacts for uh... " *averts gaze* "being blind as a bat... . . . So I can't put these on instead of the others or I'm going to every wall getting out of here. If I can find the door first.."
*Reacting to something else he had heard , Malvia raised a brow and stared at Vox with quite frank disgust*
"You don't even take off to shower ?! Boi, that just straigtht up naaasty.."

Raising his palms up, Vox shook them. "No, no, no! I have a mini dry shower in my helm! It thought of all the necessities before I built this thing! It even has tic tac toe!" Then he put his hands in his pockets, thinking for a bit.

"....Uh, well, I can probably have a look-see at it. Maybe tinker, modify it so it can go somewhere else instead of your eyes?" The DJ suggested.

"I'm still not enjoying this," Influence notes, "With my luck, it's trying to read my mind. Trying."
Influence now adjusts his headgear and lenses. He sighs.
"Can we take these off when we're done? Or sooner?"

Samantha watched as people began to put on the lenses. She shot them all a disappointed glare before crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "I ain't wearing any sorta camera and that's final." She snapped.

With that statement, Sam turned and walked confidently back to her seat, her tail swishing behind her as she walked. She sat down in, crossing her arms and glaring about the room.

*clipping the tag with his name in the blue whoop he sighed as he looked at the lenses*
"So we have to wear a GPS and a camera ? Isn't that a bit overkill or may be our corporate overlords would like to have us on an actual leash...?"
*his tone was liking contempt as he shuffled the large sport bag, sorting a thin tube. Contorsioning himself upside down he finally managed to stuck the small box to his chest.*
"Here, just like a dashcam! Though the image is gonna get shaking if we have to fight or run. Well it'll be the same for everyone I guess."
*looking at Sam's tag he ask rhetorically* "so do these only give away our location or are they also recording our sound ? Or maybe that's your job Vox ?"
*turning to the grumpy redhead Malvia sighed. *
"Put the link on luv' : he doesn't have a face but his body doesn't lie : you ARE obligated to wear them."

"Come on guys, you'll make my life and your life a lot easier if you just stop complaining." Vox said. "....Well, actually, you'll just make my life a lot easier, but you get the point!"

Then he sighed upon hearing what Mal said. "Mal, I have a face. I just don't want people seeing it, because then they'll find my great great great grandfather and murder him. Then I'll cease to exist! And you wouldn't want that!"

Ceci shook her head and said, “that is a little bit confusing. But okay.” She turned around for a little while and put the lens in. Then she turned around and blinked. She smiled and said, “this isn't so bad, I guess. The sooner the lenses are in, the sooner we can get going.” She said in a somewhat fake cheery voice

"Co-Capt gets the idea," Influence then added, "and the sooner we get going, the sooner we finish and the sooner we get them off, right?"
Influence turned to Sam. "Look, you may be teacher's pet, but I'm Grade A++ student. I get good grades but that doesn't mean I wanna be in the crapy school."

"Of course you have a face, I'm foreign not stupid, I'm saying that because your... whatever it is you wear on your head, it prevents us to read you as speak to us. Also I notice you didn't even bother to deny the fact that we are traced and recorded. That's always a pleasure to learn. And so -"
*But the young agent is stopped by the resigned protestations of the rest of the crew.*
*Alright children, behave now, please." *Says Malvia half-jokingly as he turn around to the team.* "Sam, stop resisting, the longer you force us to stay here the more delay we're going to have catch up on. If you it's so imortant that you don't wear them, i'll fix them to your shirt like mine if you want. And Influence stop antagonising your team mates, please."
*Turning back to the captain, Mal' lets out an open gesture and an embarassed gesture.* "Don't worry, we'll be going in just a sec', aha...!"

Sam sighed and glared at everyone. "I don't like this, but alright." She snapped, standing up from her seat and crossing the room. She hesitantly picked up the lenses and put them in, blinking a few times to get used to them. She really did not like this, but she'd just have to find a way to disable them later. For now she would be fine.

Shiro inspected the contacts, and placed them into her eye with seemingly no hesitation. Whatever this was, she could deal with it later if she had to. She blinked a few times uncomfortably, a small metallic click sounding as she adjusted to the contacts.

Sure, Shiro wasn't happy with the idea of.... This thing in her eyes, however she fought the urge to rip them off. Perhaps she could investigate them with proper equipment later.

Bored already, the silent, expressionless young woman traced seemingly random circles and patterns on the table - Image codes... perhaps?

Ceci watched the silent one put the contacts in her eyes and draw codes on the table while everyone else waited seemingly patiently for their next instructions.

"Captain?" Influence starts, adjusting his headphones, "waiting for your command."
Influence then flinched, as if getting a bad feed, then adjusting again, relaxing.

Vox was in a trance, listening to the music playing in his helm, though he soon snapped out of it. "Ah, whoopsie, sorry." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a folded up paper. Unfolding it, he cleared his throat, but he didn't read anything. Instead he crumpled it up and sighed.

"Sorry, I wrote this whole motivational speech, but I just realized, it's really crappy. So let's just get on with it." He shifted slightly.

"So, we're going to the big nightclub in town. Rumor has it, the Shadow State people are doing some business there. We gotta stop the Shadow State guys from doing shadowy things!"

*At the mentionning of his natural habitat Malvia perked up, seemingly excited and happy*
"A club ? Nice ! Well, if I knew I wouldn't have bothered changing into this boring clothes.. or removing my make up.. and my dye.. A lot of things actually. Welp anyway, it's cool, for once a mission to my liking ! Do we get to challenge them on DDR7 ?"
*The young man was like a child learning he's going on a schooltrip instead of class.*

"DDR? Sounds like a ligit fight," Influence said smiling, yet without any sarcasm as he glanced towards Mal, "As for clothing, I think you'll still fit right in."
Influence seemed truly energetic to leave the room. It didn't seem to hold any more secrets.

Ceci noticed the guys excitement but didn't share it, a club, really. She looked down at her clothes and shook her head. Dancing, partying, and loud music, not her favorite way to spend any night or day.
Unlike Mal, who seemed to be dressed for most occasions, she was dressed strictly for business in a little suit with a tie.

Shiro's head jerked up at the mention of the mission, and she rapidly held up her pistol to the ceiling with a series of clicks. She stared intently at Vox, as if asking permission to kill.

The DJ couldn't help but chuckle at the other's excitement. But he almost jumped when the silent black haired person pulled out a gun from out of nowhere.

"JESUS! Kid, put the gun down! No boom boom guns around here!" He raised his palms, shaking them rapidly.

Influence immediately starts laughing, almost falling out of his chair as he slams the table for stability.
"Oh my gosh, what the heck was that?!" He cries out, "The peep pulls out a gun and your reaction is 'put the gun down, no boom boom guns around here!"
Influence takes a breath. "Man, I swear, that's what I'm gonna say to the Shadow State! 'Put down the boom boom right now!'"