Owner	Pose
Sam Wilson	It is a warm late summer day. The sun is still high and only a few clouds moving along the bright blue sky. The streets have people walking, but it is still a little early for restaurants to be open or heavy night time traffic. There are a few people out on balconies looking over the streets as stores operate on the first floor of those buildings. A gentle breeze whistles down the street, but not really enough to cool things off.     There is a large church between a couple buildings. The tall white steeple has seen better days, but it still stands out from the buildings on either side. The front doors are open, but the movement is down on the sidewalk. A railing signifies the steps leading down to the basement and the mission that operates out of the church. Right now, Sam Wilson is standing at the top of those stairs with a clipboard in hand. A truck is parked on the street and the driver appears to be dropping off food and dry goods. Sam is dressed in jeans and a plain red tshirt at the moment as he checks in the delivery.
Silver Sable	Silver Sable's on her way here to do the PR tour for SSI. Donate to charitable causes in the city, get their name out in the papers. To that end she's got a large moneytary donation, plus a second truck of food and goods ready to go at a moment's notice. In her trenchcoat, Silver cuts a distinctive figure, and she strides toward the truck with a look over said truck, then she looks over the railing. Silver waits for a moment, then fixes her eyes on Sam. "Excuse me, do you know who runs the mission here?"
Sam Wilson	Sam reads and checks off on the invoice coming in as the driver takes the cases into the shelter below. As he hears Sable's voice, he glances upwards and offers a smile and nod. "Yes, ma'am," he says in that clipped tone of someone that has probably been in the service. "I do. This is my father's church so I do what I can to keep it running."
Silver Sable	"Ah, then I have a truck on the way from my company as a gesture of goodwill" Silver nods, "Please, if I can help at all, just let me know how" she says. She speaks like...well, her accent's Eastern European, and she's not dressed like a typical CEO, but... She's out on a PR campaign, more or less. So she's out here on the publicity and Silver Sable International are good people, train. This is just step one of this train...as she nods. "You do fine work here" she adds with a look to the church.
Sam Wilson	Sam looks shocked and stunned. "Wow," he manages to stagger out. He sets the clipboard down on a stack of boxes and trots up the stairs quickly to stand in front of Sable. "Th-Thank you." He offers his hand to shake. "My name is Sam Wilson, and I can't tell you how much that could mean to the neighborhood here. I do a lot of different things out of this church. Sometimes I feel a little too stretched, but then things like this happen to make it feel worth while. How did you find us here?"
Silver Sable	"I have friends in the city who told me about places like this helping the less fortunate" Silver says. Oh she's sayibng all the right things. "My homeland has many of the same shelters, so I believe it is important to help those less fortunate than us" she says and nods. "I can send the truck now if yoou want me to?"
Sam Wilson	Sam brings his hand back, a little surprised as he didn't get her name, but then he can't be choosy about help sometimes. "That would be great. Now is the slowest time of the day so it would be helpful to get things in and put away." He looks down to the basement and nods to the driver to bring the clipboard back up before he turns back to look at Sable. "Your homeland? Where are you from, Miss? I can hear an accent, but I am afraid I have never been that good on guess origins," he says with a warm smile.
Silver Sable	Silver nods, "Symkaria is my homeland" she says and offers her hand to shake. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson" she says and smiles, watching him and the railing. "You do a fine job here, so I've heard. Now" Silver nods. "My name is Silver Sablinova, or Sable, and my company can help you out."
Sam Wilson	Sam shakes the offered hand and nods in greeting. "Good to meet you, Ms. Sablinova. I am afraid you have the advantage on me as I don't know where Symkaria is. Still, I am glad to see you here." As the delivery man comes up with the clipboard, Sam takes it and signs off on the invoice. "Thanks, Bill. See you next week," he says to the driver as the man takes his dolly and heads back to his truck. Sam looks back to Silver. "Thank you for you kind words. I'd be happy to give you a quick tour if you like? See what your donations will be helping?"
Silver Sable	"Yes please" Silver says with a nod, fiddling with her phone for a moment. "The truck's on its way here" Silver explains, "It's a box truck of food and goods for a shelter like this. Lead on, the tour is very much appreciated" Which is her way of saying yes, I'd like a tour, yes please.
Sam Wilson	"Follow me then, please." Sam heads down the steps and into the basement door. Just inside there is the small makeshift kitchen. There is a range and oven with a few pots and pans hanging over it. A small reach in refridgerator is up against one wall. Against the other are cheap shelving gotten from a local hardware store loaded with number ten cans of beans, spaghetti sauce, and other generic food stuffs. There is coffee and sugar packets and tubes of powdered creamer. "This is the kitchen. I do a meal three times a week for anyone that shows up, but I do tend to keep it pretty simple as I don't always have a lot of help. I also do counseling here such as Veterns needing readjustments after coming home or AA meetings so I always have a lot of coffee in house." He gestures to a big steel device on a counter with a spout on the front. "Afraid it isn't high end, but I'd be happy to pour you a cup?"
Silver Sable	Silver nods taking it all in, "You make excellent use of your space" she nods. Given her business acumen, and her other hats she wears...she is, well, she's understanding of how to use space in a building. Like this one. "Yes please" she nods. Silver's had everything from dimplomatic coffee to...whatever nation states who can't field a statning army of their own and barely know how coffee is made, offer up as coffee. So she's not picky. Not at all. "Black coffee please, no milk or sugar"
Sam Wilson	Sam gets a paper cup off the shelves and goes over the device. He opens the tap, and the scent of coffee is easily detected along with the whisps of steam coming off the cup. He fills it up and then offers it to Sable. "Here you go. Always think black coffee is best too. Easy and simple without having to play too much with it," he says with a smile. The coffee itself is a off brand style so it is coffee, but that is about it. He grabs a cup and pours one for himself too. He looks around the kitchen area and nods. "Yeah, I would love to get a fryer and the like in here, but that would require more venting and lots of ductwork that I just can't afford right now. So it is cooked on the range or just cut from cold. Still, it seems to do alright around here. Usually give away everything I prep up."
Silver Sable	Silver sips it, and considers Sam's words. "You don't need to overcomplicate things. It'll add expenses to running any business. See, you have a good thing here, don't overdo it" Silver advises and that, right there, is her one piece of advice. Sipping her coffee more she nods. "When the truck arrives I can pay you for the goods if you like, a donation to the shelter" Looking over to Sam again after a look around the kitchen area, Silver nods keenly. "If you like, I could see if my company could help suppply the shelter at regular intervals if you desire" There's PR, then there's, oh, trying to cleanse guilt over the Cloak and Daggger fiasco, true...Silver's more trying to do the right thing, reallly. Plus it gives SSI and by extension, Symkaria, anothr source of income.
Sam Wilson	"That is alright," Same says after taking a sip of his coffee. "I am flattered that you would offer, but, like you said, I like to keep it simple. Easier to take a donation here and there rather than expecting regular shipments. I have a pretty good relationship with our local food distributor. He helps out a great deal and we put his name on a lot of the papers I send out to get attention. I'd be happy to get your letter head on the news letter as well so you can get credit for your generousity though."
Silver Sable	"Alright, let's start with the donation and seee where it goes" Silver adds as a horn is heard up on the street. "There's the truck of things. Want me to get a few people to bring the stuff down here so we can stay here, or do you want to get your hands dirty? The truck's roughly split between food, clothes/bedding and other miscellanious things. It's a 33% split as there's the 1% left over. Which, to be honest, is taken up with art supplies, because somebody figured that'd go well in the shelter. Silver's not finished her coffee yet. "That's fine" she nods keenly. "You heard of Silver Sable International?"
Sam Wilson	"I have always preferred to get my hands dirty," Sam laughs. He turns towards the horn and begins to head back up to the sidewalk. "I've always been more of a doer than just a planner. Point me in the right direction and I'm off and running." He sets his own coffee down on the counter as he pauses at the door to the stairs. "I have heard the name, yes, ma'am, but I am afraid I don't know much more than that." He looks a little surprised, again, at the forturne of a such a large donation as he gets to see what is in the truck. "Wow. Really, this is beyond anything I could have expected. I was thinking it would be some food stuffs. Maybe some coats as it won't be long before I going to have to find more of those."