https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/api.php?action=feedcontributions&user=PoeWolf&feedformat=atomHeroes Assemble MUSH - User contributions [en]2024-03-29T06:16:10ZUser contributionsMediaWiki 1.32.0https://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Theme_of_the_Crime&diff=25628Theme of the Crime2024-02-26T20:53:48Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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| ShowTitle=Theme Of The Crime<br />
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| ShowType= TV Series<br />
| ShowStatus= Ongoing<br />
| ShowStartDate= 2021/12/06<br />
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| Synopsis= Theme of the Crime is a fictionalized cable series about theme criminals in Gotham, but it is not set in Gotham and except for Catman, the villains are more AU versions. (i.e.. Instead of Poison Ivy, they have a group called the Ivy League) <br />
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== Series 1 Credits ==<br />
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Producers <br />
Pete Porterman and Thomas Blake <br />
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Cast<br />
Simon Trent - Commissioner Gillespie<br />
Thomas Blake - Present Day Catman<br />
Nick Drago - Music Master; Catman (Pilot and early flashback episodes)<br />
Simon Williams - Woe<br />
Gabe Porter - Catman (later flashback episodes)<br />
Katy Preston - Annette/Ivy League<br />
Camryn Cailin - Eva / Ivy League<br />
Adele Rouke - Mona Lisa / Ivy League<br />
Candis Rosenberg - Cristata / Ivy League<br />
Gloria Williams - Glacier / Ivy League<br />
Richard Wallace - The Puffin<br />
Robert Osbourne - The Jokester<br />
Rasputin the tiger - Self<br />
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== News ==<br />
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=== Gotham Cable Under Attack - 12 August 2022 ===<br />
Gotham Cablevision Studios and their streaming service have come under fire recently. Last year saw Theme of the Crime become a runaway hit. It was touted as the 'Breaking Bad' of theme criminals, given credence by casting Thomas Blake -the former Catman to play himself. Blake turned out to be a decent actor, possessing great charisma and was an instant hit with viewers. The show benefited fom the considerable talent of Nick Drago as the bizarre Music Master who was alternately sinister, sympathetic and humorous (the scene of MM reviewing his gallery of ruined hats and swearing revenge was brilliant.) The producers performed creative stunt casting, chiefly Simon Trent as Commissioner Gillespie, and Simon (Wonderman) Trent as Woe. <br />
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The show came under attack by the Gotham Morality Organization for lauding theme criminals (a debatable topic). This resulted in a hasty halt in production and a supposed retooling of scripts to embrace a new approach. <br />
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The studios were broken into last week and the exact purpose remained undisclosed by the studio. The GCPD questioned staff and cast and sought Thomas Blake for arrest. Catman remained out of Gotham, though Happy Harbor police did detain him for questioning. <br />
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It was learned that the investigation and charges were dropped by the studio, however Blake was let go, both as cast and as an executive producer. <br />
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Last night the studio's woes continued as the original scripts and the retooled ones were released to the internet. The response to the retooled scripts was beyond negative. It was vitriolic. It was also learned that Nick Drago walked out in sympathy with Blake -depriving the show of its two main draws. Gotham Cable has suspended production for the series.<br />
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</div></div></div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=Theme_of_the_Crime&diff=25627Theme of the Crime2024-02-26T17:57:31Z<p>PoeWolf: /* The Credits */</p>
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| ShowTitle=Theme Of The Crime<br />
| Img= https://i.imgur.com/NiwEDEg.jpeg<br />
| ShowType= TV Series<br />
| ShowStatus= Ongoing<br />
| ShowStartDate= 2021/12/06<br />
| ShowEndDate= <br />
| Synopsis= Theme of the Crime is a fictionalized cable series about theme criminals in Gotham, but it is not set in Gotham and except for Catman, the villains are more AU versions. (i.e.. Instead of Poison Ivy, they have a group called the Ivy League) <br />
| Cast of Characters= 979, 384, 3152, 4175<br />
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Primary filming is done at Gotham Cable Studios with some on scene locations for special scenes.<br />
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== Series 1 Credits ==<br />
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Producers <br />
Pete Porterman and Thomas Blake <br />
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Cast<br />
Simon Trent - Commissioner Gillespie<br />
Thomas Blake - Present Day Catman<br />
Nick Drago - Music Master; Catman (Pilot and early flashback episodes)<br />
Simon Williams - Woe<br />
Gabe Porter - Catman (later flashback episodes)<br />
Katy Preston - Annette/Ivy League<br />
Camryn Cailin - Eva / Ivy League<br />
Adele Rouke - Mona Lisa / Ivy League<br />
Candis Rosenberg - Cristata / Ivy League<br />
Gloria Williams - Glacier / Ivy League<br />
Richard Wallace - The Puffin<br />
Robert Osbourne - The Jokester<br />
Rasputin the tiger - Self<br />
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</div></div></div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=15427/What_Are_You_Working_on_Now&diff=2562615427/What Are You Working on Now2024-02-26T17:23:28Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2023/07/21<br />
|Location=Gramercy Park Hotel<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas learns a valuable lesson, charge for photos and autographs at a Con!<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>The Gramercy Park Hotel is hosting a Sci Fi Convention! Slash Con. This is being attended by no less a personage than Thomas Blake, Catman of Theme of the Crime. In fact the cable company may be extending an olive branch, hoping to get him back to the now ailing show, on hiatus. Needless to say he is in costume, no weapons apparent and... well the booth babes of both genders are flocking to him. He's signing stuff and people, selling merch and not having too bad a time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn heard about the convention obviously, and is eager to cheer on Thomas. Of course a fantasy looking faerie girl dressed as a science fiction character has got to be pretty trippy. Thankfully she found the perfect costume, which only required minor alterations. Well, okay, major alterations. She steps in wearing a long wavy lilac wig, black leather pants and shirt underneath a silver corset and Carrie's a long spear in one hand. Yup, it's Astronema! Thankfully the wings flattened nicely under the costume held in place with that weird corset but it's a bit tight as a result.<br><br>Its easy to spot Thomas amid the sea of girls swarming him and she sighs, rolling her eyes. Best not to harass him right now maybe, and so she waits a bit for the crowds to clear..<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith arrived dressed as... Robe Woman! Her outfit consisted of a robe with the "Gramercy Park Hotel" logo proudly displayed over one of her breasts. The lone robe was not the only accessory to her outfit. She also wore a number of towels, one hiding her bright purple hair, with several others were gratuitously tied around her frame for extra warmth. The outfit was topped off by a towel cape and the absolutely necessary white fluffy slippers provided by the hotel. Catseye was entirely oblivious to the convention until she'd come down to the lobby; she had come for a 'spa day'. A 'spa day' was one of those very human things Sharon had heard about, but never tried... until today! Her ridiculous plan was interrupted by the large crowd, which she eventually followed along until making it to the main convention hall where she spotted Thomas and Megan. "What did you do?" she asked Thomas, as though the crowd and costumes were somehow his fault.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake spots Megan first. He excuses himself for a minute, weaves through the crowd to get to her and picks her up off the ground in a hug. "Where the hell have you been lately?" He gives her a kiss. It looks sort of like he's bending her back but he still hasn't set her back down. Her bodice behaves. Barely. She nearly had an out of bodice experience. He releases her so she can answer, and breathe. Though she does that high altitude flying. Not like he could really wind her by kissing. Okay there are other techniques but they're none of your damned business. There's scattered applause at the performance art. Thomas considers going for a standing ovation. <br><br>Then he spots Robe Woman. No badge and he's pretty sure no one can stop Catseye. Certainly not those stormtroopers. Maybe that pudgy Klingon? Nah.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn has been a bit cool and stand offish with Thomas over one thing or another lately, and she's about to check in later when he comes to her instead. Blinking in surprise, she wriggles her feet as he lifts her off the ground for a moment, and laughs a bit, hugging him tightly.<br><br>Thankfully the costume stays in place, just about as she grips his shoulders, steadying herself once he lets her down, swooning a bit at a kiss she hasn't experienced in a while and is hesitant to break away. But they're probably on public camera right now and she blushes a bit, pulling back.<br><br>"Hehe, I didn't think you'd recognize me in my evil intergalactic ruler costume.." she pouts a bit, "Missed you.." then she follows his gaze over to the purple haired lady in lots of robes and grimaces, "Robe Lady? Maybe?" she peers at her a bit, knowing her from...Somewhere. "Heey have we met before?" it's been a while and her memory is not the greatest.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith 's costume had some practicality to it, which was put on display the moment she ran into the pudgy Klingon in the convention hall. The collision was a consiquence of too many people packed in an undersized convention hall, and caused the poor Trekky to spill his (insert klingon sounding name for a cherry slushy here). She dropped one of the afore mentioned towels on the floor to help mop up the mess, and gave a proud "You're welcome," despite not being thanked for her heroic deed. Despite wearing a robe, dropping her towel might seem like a slightly scandalous gesture, but it was very evident that it wasn't the only towel she had on. The bulkiness of her frame made one wonder if she'd entirely exhausted the hotel's inventory of fluffy white towels. <br><br> Towel Woman turned back to Megan to give her a curious look before promptly deciding "Yes." She didn't elaborate as to where and when, but did nudge the towel on her head slightly up to show off a hint of her bright purple hair. Such a bold hairstyle was usually hard to forget, but Catseye was also compelled "I am a cat sometimes." to cover all of her bases.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake extends a hand to take Sharon's lightly. Then she gets pulled off her feet into a similar hug. Which is to say -midair. He is trying for the sort of hug where the girl bends her knees aaaaall the way. He may be slipping. Sharon does lose another towel. Then realization dawns on him. <br><br>"Hey, you ladies want to help me at the booth? I'm signing autographs for this crowd of nerds. I get most of the women and a few guys coming but you two with me could bring in a lot more interested people. And this is a convention, Sharon. People come together to express a mutual interest. In this case Science Fiction." He wants to add his desire for them to interest themselves in deodorant more. It's no joke with his nose. Nevertheless, surrounding him with sweet female pulchtritude will blunt it somewhat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn oohs, "CatLady? Ohhh right, at the zoo...That seemed so long ago.." she makes a face at Thomas "Still popular with the ladies huh..And here I thought you turned your back on showbiz for good.." she shrugs, "But sure, sign me up! Does that mean I get free entry into all the exclusive areas?" that last part is asked hopefully. Hey, it might be worth stomaching all these girls swooning over her guy..<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith didn't give the quaint 'bend' he was hoping for. It was more akin to wild flailing at being scooped up. She would have hissed or merowled, but she was in human form, so she let out an 'eep' instead. Her costume wasn't well built for hugging and flailing, which resulted in an explosion of towels reminicent of Sonic the Hedgehog rolling over a spike trap. Saddly, dropping towels wasn't as flashy or exciting as dropping gold rings, but it was still an impressive, if not entertaining display of how towels flew through the air. <br><br> Catseye gave a huff and patted down the skirt of her robe. "You want us to fake your signiture?" she assumed. "It seems... dishonest." she stated, but she didn't exactly say 'no.'<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake sets Sharon down. "Sorry. I have a problem. Anyway, no, you don't have to forge my signatures. Just be friendly and invite people to come over and look at my stuff and stick around for an autograph. See you get to be paid to stand around and look pretty. Well, you get free passes and some money from me anyway. Maybe even lunch. Okay lunch. for sure."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn giggles at Sharon'a antics, "Umm how many towels are you wearing anyway? I've forgotten your name, Susan? Sally? Uhhh..Oh! I'm Megan by the way, and I guess everyone already knows Thomas since he's pretty much a celebrity.." she's still warily eyeing a gaggle of girls who are currently swooning over him. <br><br>"I mean, don't you have bodyguards or something to prevent them from swarming you? I mean I knew you were into show biz but I didn't know you were THAT famous.." yeah, those swooning girls are kinda bugging her, especially as she's been a bit absent herself lately...Grr.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith frowned lightly. "But I didn't bring a costume" she complained. "And it's crowded." she added, ranting "I was going to have massages, salt, hot baths and pretty nails." Her arms folded over her chest to punctuate her protest, but rather than dismiss the idea with a solid 'no,' asked. "Can I sit?" As though sitting around and looking pretty would be bearable compared to standing around and doing the same. <br><br> Catseye glanced down at her feet at Megan's question. She stuck a hand in the seam of her robe for a quick self-inventory. "None" she stated. She was technically correct, since all of the towels were now scattered aimlessly on the floor. <br><br> "Catseye" she replied to the greeting. "Or Sharon. I don't think Sharon is really my name, but people often call me Sharon." she explained unecessarily.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes a picture with two girls hanging on each arm. Signs a couple autograph and notes incoming men who would probably never go near women as lovely as Megan and Sharon. "Bodyguards? For me? Here? Hah! These people are fans of my old show annnnd they may ask me back. They want to see how well I do at this convention, see whether I can still pack them in." <br><br>"A spa day, here? This is not the greatest hotel. I don't think they have a spa. Pretty sure I gave Megan a better spa day myself. She supplied the bubble bath and candles though.Right Me... oh, excuse me a minute ladies." He lets the women go and goes around behind the table, signing photos in a more business-like manner. Ahem.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn smiles at Sharon, "Hey, I guess it works as a pseudo costume, or, you know, you could just transform into a cat form? That would impress em I'll bet!" she pouts "But that's too bad that you missed out on your spa treatment, which way were you headed? I'll bet the spa room is still available.."<br><br>She blushes and giggles, playfully nudging Thomas as he mentions his own spa treatment, "Yeaaa that was really niice, I need more of those.." and then he gets snatched away and she pouts a bit, "Well darn, guess we'd better help out so he can get out sooner!"and she starts handing out autograph cards to those waiting in line, forcing a smile. Well at least they're not all female although she only has eyes for Thomas.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith looked shocked and hurt. "Of coarse it does. It's a hotel." she complained. It was doubtful that catseye did much, if any, reasearch into where to go for a 'Spa day.' She went instead with any hotel that was close and afordable enough. "They have nice towels." she added in the defense of her chosen hotel. <br><br> She wrinkled her nose a the thought of shifting forms. "I could, but I worry I might steal all of the attention for him." she explains as she sat on the edge of Thomas' table. She seemed to consider the idea for a moment before dropping her robe. It would have been quite the spectacle to watch Catseye flash the entire convention hall, but her form shrank in time with the falling robe, taking up the image of a small black cat, which happily curled up atop the fluffy white garment and waited.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is speaking to. a Klingon security man. Actually yelling, not aggressively so much as, frustrated. "What do you mean no alcohol? You expect me to just drink beer and wine? Okay I'm outta here! Been signing autographs the entire morning for free... what do you mean I could have been charging? How much? HOW Much?! Fu... Imma kill Pete!! Ladies come on! We're outta here, I'm gonna feed you and spoil you... Sharon? Megan, did you see... ah." He goes to pick up the towel with the cat swaddled inside. He hopes that works for him. He doesn't need this to turn into a Friends of Humanity beatdown. "Megs, we may need a fast exit."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn blinks at Sharon first as she shrinks into a cute little kitty...And then atThomas as he argues about alcohol, then realizes he wasn't charging for autographs. "Wait what? They didn't go over the policies with you before you set this whole thing up?" she groans and rolls her eyes, glancing doubtfully at the screaming fans, "Are you sure you really wanna anger all these fans who all came out here just to see you..?" still she steps towards him and kitty, a spell ready on her lips..<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4641|Sharon Smith (4641)}} has posed:'''<br>Sharon Smith thought of flailing again for a brief moment, but traveling by towel carriage wasn't a bad way to get around. Plus, she was already comfortably swaddled, so she didn't see any reason to make a fuss. She did stretch a bit, and those claws, while tiny looked mighty threatening, but luckily there was a barrier of fluffy robe between him and those tiny, prickly claws of hers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks into a lot of disappointed faces. He sighs and goes back to the table. He continues signing photos. "Avoid the clap, Thomas Blake." He's muttering and signing when a fan checks her phone and says, "Hey Mr. Man... I just sold your autograph and photo for $40 online. Thank you!" Thomas mutters some more, giving Sharon scritches. It calms him. "Would you be really upset if I robbed the con, just a little?" he jokes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn smiles and nods to the line ups, "That's right, this hard working actor was fooled into giving autographs for free but I'm afraid we'll have to charge you all $40 for those, if you want his real signature and not just a fake one! Plus you get to meet a real shapeshifting cat!"<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2023/07/28<br />
|Location=The Wick<br />
|Synopsis=Mike and Thomas run into each other and catch each other up on their projects.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>At the end of a very long week, it seems only right that one should have a nice drink as a way to cap off the work week. Something to relax with, lean back in the chair and enjoy the quiet. <br><br>Well, quiet might be pushing it. With many folks having the same idea, most bars are likely crowded on a Friday night. Seats are at a premium and you make damn sure you're done with that seat before you leave it. <br><br>The Wick is not exempt from this phenomenon and there are plenty of packed persons in the proximity of the bar.<br><br>This is likely be why Mike has secured a table away from the bar. There's no food before the musician, only a tall glass of the dark beer he likes to order here. And a notebook...Always with the notebook.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake enters the Wick. It's been a while but the server definitely recalls him, his charm, and tips. Coming from a messenger gig that is better not to inquire about. Actually doesn't matter. He won't tell you.e's wearing work clothes, a battered but durable leather jacket, despite the heat, messenger bag over one shoulder. The jacket is suspicious in the heat. It doesn't seem the bother the ginger man. He spent a long time in Africa. He orders some ribs to be eaten at the bar and ice water. You don't drink when it's hot.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>An attractive server walks by Thomas carrying a few drinks. Pausing at Mike's table, she sets down another glass before walking off. To the clunck of glassware, Mike glances up to look to the server, giving a smile. "Thanks." <br><br>With his head now up, he takes note of the stand out messenger. Smile strengthening he lifts up a hand to wave over at Thomas, gesturing to the empty seat at the table before him. <br><br>PRIME REAL ESTATE.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake catches the wave. He scans the room, wondering if he missed anything else, like Len Snart hanging out after that fight in Metropolis? He leaves the bar, with his ice water and proceeds to the table. He gets the server's attention so she'll make a note of it. <br><br>He seems a little tired as he plops down and mutters, "Thanks. Long day, and it's not over. I have a couple games at the Hellfire Club tonight."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike watches as Thomas makes his way over, hand grasping the near empty glass. Hearing the comment Mike gives a nod. "Well, hope the games are fun." Mike responds, lifting the glass, "I'm guessing more poker?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods and takes another sip. "Poker, rummy, blackjack. Whatever they want. Doesn't matter. They all suck. I have a couple bills to catch up on. I'll play Old Maid if there's money on it. What about you? Did you wrap on that film yet?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, good luck with the games. May the winnings be plentiful and the regrets minimal." Mike responds with a nod, "Well the filming part's done. There's some final editing parts that I'm not involved with. But they got all the footage and recordings they need to get their stuff done."<br><br>He takes a moment to down what's left of the near empty glass before setting the container back down. "We're entering the promotion stage of it now. Few talk show appearances, going to be doing another round of Match Game. Premiere is later." He considers Thomas, "Would you be interested in coming to the premiere and after party? You got a guaranteed invite three times over."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smirks. "Well my girl is going as a cast member. I suppose I'm her plus one. Oh you're probably be among the crowd to be relieved to know we're kind of an off and on thing now. She has her hero stuff and singing and college and maybe she needs a hero guy, I don't know. I don't see a lot of her. So if I am her plus one I will attend if not, no. It's for the best, really. I nearly caused a riot at the last movie I was in with my dumbassery. I'm not house trained." His ribs arrive and he attacks them, asking briefly for a pitcher of water.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's brows lift as he hears the general status of the PixieCat relationship. "Really now?" He comments, head cocking to the side a little, "Huh. Well- If you don't end up as her plus one, you're welcome to be mine."<br><br>The musician glances down to the full glass, "I'm not really seeing anyone at the moment and Wade's got an invite already from being part of the production so-" Mike's fingers brush up against the drink. "Hell, you don't even have to see the movie if you don't want. Just swing by the after party and pick up some drinks on the studio's dime..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake deadpans. "I'm not your type. Trust me. You're a respectable media star. I prefer the low profile and the low life, frankly. I'm not showing up there to spite Pixie or really tell her anything. This was mutual. If she finds somebody to be seen with, I taught her well. If she wants to take me great bugt showing up there on my own... recipe for disaster."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's lips set to a thin line. While his head remains tilted down, eyes roll up to look to Thomas from under the lashes. "Yeah you kind of made that clear awhile ago." He responds, voice a bit bland, "I meant come as a friend. I mean, like it or not, you're part of the industry too."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smiles. "Well I'm glad you said that. I was afraid you'd lost all sense. No, I don't have to be a part of the industry. It's full of people worse than the ones I met in prison. Anyway, one of the reasons I mostly stayed free and successful was I learned when to get out of a racket. Hence, a couple mysterious deaths. I'm writing now, believe it or not. A fictionalized account of a criminal known as the Feline. I considered writing actual memoirs for about three seconds. I'd have everyone from the League of Shadows on down after me. I'd need to leave the planet." <br><br>"Pete is helping me with it. In fact, he's my literary agent. He evenshowed me how to draw a circle and summon him up and..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"...A few drops of blood and poof he appears." Mike adds in to finish the joke.. Mike chuckles, "Well, you might have switched from acting but you're still part of entertainment in a way. You know he's involved with the movie too, right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake spreads his hands and begins cleaning his fingers. "More than that. Galaxy Broadcasting is interested in financing a new season of Theme of the Crime. It'll stay in Gotham, but maybe do location work. getting me back would be a major inducement, as would getting back Music Master. Good news is Pete is willing to negotiate on the hats. They want Catman to become more of a good guy though. Not sure how I feel about that. Kids should not look up to me... "<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike considers the prospect of the show being brought back. "Really now?" Arms rest upon the table, "Are they going more with the original season's writing or the bullshit from around the time we quit?" A hand comes up to allow his thumb to become a means to prop up his chin. "...It might not be bad to make Catman become a good guy. Well, reformed with good tendencies. It could help give a general message that no matter how much you may have fucked up in the past, you can still change things for the better."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Fucked up have I? I assure you. Every anti-social act I took was calculated, or done for the soul, or self defense. Only time I fucked up was not strangling that fucking sidekick who broke my jaw. God the ribbing I took... from Kite Man, "Hey Tommy, was he wearing the elf shoes when he beat you up?" Once. He did it once." <br><br>"Pete is going to be the Producer and head writer. He's throwing out Season Two. I told him you'd write some original songs for the show. You perform them instead of doing the traditional monologue. I told him he had to use Private Hell for my background. Ka-ching. Wade may get to like me." <br><br>"You do know for all that I abused that mother flower, I respect his talents. It was just fun watching Rasputin scare the crap out of him and such. I mean of I didn't like the guy, he'd really know it." Like those lion poachers? Like the Dapper Men? Like Alphonse and Gaston? Like Dad? Me, a hero.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"You know what I mean." Mike responds, "You're an example of.. not perfect. Which a lot of us are. Stereotypical heroes in shows tend to be portrayed as -" Mike grimaces, "Well they tend to be portrayed as perfect which is a lie. So, maybe people do need someone who is 'not perfect', more real doing good stuff. Give them a starting point closer to where the viewers actually are."<br><br>Mike sips his beer as he listens to Thomas listing the details of the plan. The portions where his participation's already been promised, and then the suggestion of using one of his older title tracks for a theme. "...Have Pete bring things up with Wade if he hasn't already. I'm actually planning on another album release soon...other than the movie soundtrack. But... better plenty of options than none at all."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake starts laughing. "Not perfect I shot and killed my dad, Michael. It ruled an accident. Let you in on a secret, since they can't try me twice... no accident. He murdered my mom and it was ruled an accident. I got the same escape clause though... I wasn't thinking it at the time. there's blood on my hands. doing a cable show doesn't erase that. Not perfect? I'm a fucking monster. You've seen when people push my buttons. I won the love of a princess of Hell, they don't settle for 'not perfect'. Zinda is not perfect, but she's a hero." He cleans the last of the BBQ sauce off his fingers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"What the hell do you want to hear, Tom? Fucked up. Not Perfect. Monster. Whatever." Mike rolls his eyes ,"The point is still there. In all likelihood It's easier to get motivated when you don't have an impossible ideal for your starting point." <br><br>The beer is studied for a few moments. He opens his mouth "Yo-" He pauses. "...never mind."<br><br>He lifts up he glass, taking a long sip.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2023/01/29<br />
|Location=Shaw Studios - Beach Retreat<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas comes by the Shaw Studios Beach Retreat to pick Megan up from vocal training for her movie role. There they run into several key figures of the movie's production process. And it turns out at least one of them is a (TV) Catman fan.<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,392,979<br />
|Tinyplot=The Count of Monte Cristo<br />
|Tinyplot2=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With the casting and costumes taken care of by the ones pulling the strings in the background, the production of The Count of Monte Cristo is well underway. But just because filming has started doesn't mean one can slack off with the training.<br><br>Shaw Studios, having a stake in the film, has been gracious enough to accommodate for one aspect. One of their studios has been booked, JUST for this and some of the less local vocal coaches are enjoying the retreat's accommodations as well. As time for the latest schedule session nears an end, the door to the studio opens up, allowing for a rather voluptuous blonde woman to step out.<br><br>"If you work on the items pointed out, I dare say you will be ready by the time that scene comes up for filming." The woman states, looking to the visibly younger woman inside the room, "And if not, we'll definitely have you ready for any re-recordings needed. But remember to take care of that voice." The woman bats an eye, "Until next session, dearie." Farewell given, the vocal coach makes her way up to the main entry way area where a table of refreshments has been placed out to get herself a bottle of water.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn has been working pretty hard on her vocal parts, and trying to take care of her voice with lots of honey lemon water. But it's hard work and this had better pay off! But on the other hand, showbiz is Soo sweet, and her best chance at stardom! She grins and winks at her tutor, nodding.<br><br>"Sure thing Ma'am, don't worry, I got this covered. Next time I'll be better!" she's still full of energy, blame those refreshments. Ahh, refreshments. She follows her to the main entrance, eyeing those sweets. Mmm, after all the work she's done she deserves this. Hopefully Thomas will swing by soon so he can enjoy some too!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake does swing by. There was no mistaking the sound of his bike. Bike because, if she doesn't want to ride she can fly alongside. If she does want to ride she'll wrap herself around him in that nice way she has. He has her own helmet (pink of course) and a small leather jacket to stay warm. She does fly at hundreds of miler per hour with no problem but he isn't sure if that immunity extends when she's sitting on a bike. He looks around and spotting the elven one sweeps her off her feet for a kiss. "Where've you been you scamp?" He head nuzzles her cheek.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas comes in to the building to greet Megan, the vocal coach drifts over to the other side of the refreshment to give them some privacy. There is the distinct sound of the seal cracking as she opens the full bottle. As she sips a trio of men walk into the area. Two of them dark haired and wearing suits of high quality. The other, a blond man by the name of Wade. He is not wearing a suit, but the shirt and jeans are definitely high end.<br><br>The tallest of the suited men looks over to the teacher, giving a smile. "Ah, Signorina Bianchi. Come stata la lezione?" <br><br>The woman pauses in her drink and smiles brilliantly at the man, "E una giovane donna promettente." She strolls over, maintaining eye contact. "Non dirglielo. Deve continuare a lavorarci."<br><br>The man chuckles, glancing briefly to Pixie before looking over to the other two men. The other suited man is smiling while Wade appears in the dark. But the owner of the studio glances over to Pixie and who she is with and smiles, waving them over. The tall man clears his throat, "Signoria, I assume you have met Signor Romano and Shaw?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn arches for a sugary donut - as if she's not already on a sugar high -and chomps into it before Thomas makes an appearance, causing her to giggle and twirl around on her heel, leaping happily into his arms to give him a hug and quick kiss - hey people are watching Afterall.<br><br>"Hiiii you made it! Yay! How you been? Guess all the vocal training has kept me crazy busy. I missed you.." she sighs a bit, still clutching to him as she peers over his shoulder at the fancy dressed people speaking in..Italian? Are they talking about her?<br><br>"Umm.." she blinks, "Hii, yeah I met Mister Shaw before briefly." she lets go of Thomas reluctantly, nodding to Romano. "Err hiii I'm Megan. And this is Thomas." she nods to her boyfriend, wondering if they might mistake him for another actor. Or something.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake notes the inflection in her voice. Well he better be her boyfriend. Anybody else grabs her like that is going to get hurt. He grabs a napkin and wipes the icing of her donut off his cheek, fastidious cat that he is and smiles at the introductions. "I made it!" He retains an arm around her slim waist until she asks different.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas and Megan make their way over to the circle of discussion. Wade gives Megan a reassuring smile, just in case the relatively green actress though she was in trouble or something. "Mr DeRossi, Mr. Romano, Miss Bianchi, I'm certain you already know of Miss Gwynn as she's been cast to play Luisa Vampa, the smuggler captain. But in case you have not met him before allow me to introduce you to Mr. Thomas Blake. He has acted as producer and acted in-" <br><br>"Eux du Crime-" Mr. Romano interrupts, pausing for a moment. "Ah. Theme of the Crime." He offers a hand over to Thomas, somewhat eagerly. "I love your Catman. That scene where you threw the henchman over the roof was- Very energizing."<br><br>Mr. DeRossi gives a large grin, "I'm not sure if you are aware of this, Mr. Blake but your show did help the production with casting a few roles for the film. The musical episodes, in particular the revenge song from the hall of hats-" He nods, "It's a shame the writing deteriorated so much in the second half of the second season."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn leans in against Thomas as she listens to the important big wigs make introductions. When one of them mentions crime, she stiffens a bit..Before remembering Thomas was also involved in Wade studios himself. "Ooh that's right, isn't it? he's a pretty badass actor too, isn't he?" of course she's seen a lot of his shows and never knew him when he was a real criminal.<br><br>"Oh yeah, he's super talented, isn't he? Catman is the best!" she giggles and blushes a bit. As for herself, Megan nods, frowning a bit at that last bit. "Deteriorated? How do you mean? Was Catman really a big star around these parts then?" moreso than she realized?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake returns the handshake. "That was actually Puffin, played by my friend Rich. He did his own stunts. He was a very good sport, though they had an airbag, I'm told." <br><br>Thomas gives Megan a kiss and says, "Third season blew. Fourth was going to be worse. It's on hiatus. The producer is rewriting it." He leans in a little closer and says softly, "Riight, when I was a criminal. I can give you tips. I had a gang."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mr. DeRossi looks over to Gwynn, "Oh the writing between the first half of the season and the last half were like night and day. It started off, dark with some humerous elements scattered here and there. But the second half seemed more like..." He pauses, searching for wording "Like the writing staff was fired and replaced with an intern who flunked basic storytelling. Signore Blake had the right idea leaving and taking Signore Drago with him when he did."<br><br>Wade watches as the two taller men seem to gush over Thomas and turns his head to look over to Megan. "Miss Gwynn," Wade starts, "How are you enjoying the production process so far? I understand this is your first. Did the costume fittings turn out well for you? I saw the concept designs and they seemed..." He pauses, "revealing."<br><br>Mr. Romano laughs, "Un homme si prudent. Le capita-" He pauses, shaking his head "The captain is a proud, strong sort. She would not fear such things but embrace them to throw off her enemies. While they look, she will CUT."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn sighs a bit, "I suppose, it's always hard to keep up expectations after the first or second season right? because things tend to drag and ongoing gags get old. Kinda sad really.." she peers at Thomas as he mentions criminals and gangs and smiles, "Oooh, so harass! tell me more!" she replies equally softly, for his ears only.<br><br>She nods to DeRossi. "Yeah, that's too bad.." mention of her own production and costume fitting has her blushing a bit, "Umm yeah, maybe a bit, but..These are just prototypes right? the6 haven't been finalized yet? Oooh can I show Thomas my costume?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods sagely. "Good idea." The arm around tugs a little tighter. "Does it show off her abs? She worked hard for those. She's not just a pretty face and cute wings you know."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade considers the question. "I'm not sure they'd let you take the costume with you or keep photos just yet. But, perhaps during the final fitting you could bring him along so he can see for himself?" He glances over to the others to which he's rewarded with a set of shrugs. With no objections, he looks back to Megan, "If that works for you...I'll make some calls."<br><br>"There room for adjustment depending on how it looks." Mr. Romano comments, "I'm certain they had to do something to correct for the height difference between Monsieur Drago and Mademoiselle Olivie. But the pairing of those voices will make it worth it."<br><br>"Also her first film." Wade offers to Megan, "Just in case you'd like to chat with her about the process."<br><br>"Speaking of Drago, where is he? Shouldn't he be here today?" Queries Miss Bianchi, breaking her observant silence.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/09/22<br />
|Location=The Black Market<br />
|Synopsis=Money is raised for Captain Cold and the Tigress.<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979,392<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Well if there's anything that can be said, when Nick Drago agrees to a concert, he does what he can to follow through on it. (We'll get to you eventually Latveria. Honest!) And this is what has led to tonight's festivities at the Black Market. Honestly it is not much more festive than usual but the music acts for tonight have been a reasonably good draw including the current act finishing up. <br><br>As the house music comes on signifying the end to the most recent set, Nick heads off the stage, moving over to the bar to get something to drink first. Sure they're here to push for donations but that's no reason not to hydrate first.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>A shambling heap of muddy clay slides up to Thomas, who is custodian of a fancy and somewhat battered hat. He reaches outand grabs some tokens from a paw made of dirt. "Thank you, Clay-Face, I'll just wipe these down before we put them in the Music Master's hat. We don't want anything to happen to it before we pick a winner. Oh? Really, well fuck you too. Anytime 'Face. You're lucky this is neutral ground. You fuck with Honey Badger, you get clawed. Okay, well good luck though." <br><br>"Colleagues, frenemies, others, The lovely Cinnamon has been circulating, selling tokens to you to mak up and then toss into the hat. The buying is over now and... where the fuck is the lovely Cinnamon? Give her back! She either draws the winning token or we shut this down... and I get her back. Cinnamon? Cut your way over here dear." He peers around for Pixie, Maybe she overdid it with that outfit?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Cinnamon is circulating around the area, dressed in her best attempt at 'badass punk' which consists of those ripped denim cutoffs overtop fishnet stockings, a short green band t-shirt and black leather vest over top. Hair pulled up in a high ponytail and streaked in more black than usual.<br><br>"Over here!" she waves to Thomas with her most badass grin and wink. Oh and she is handing out - Err, selling tokens for..something or other. "Got a bunch over here, so let's put 'em in and see what she got!" <br><br>She holds up the hat, shaking it. "Are we ready?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Nick waits for his drink, arms resting upon the bartop, a slightly shorter man in a top hat waddles on up. Although the one approaching appears to say something, the low mutter makes it hard to hear over Thomas's raised voice. But proximity does allow the wild haired man to turn his head to the man. His head tilts slightly, giving the man his attention for a few moments before he smiles and nods, gesturing over towards Cinnamon. A general explanation is given and nods are given. And soon the top hatted man forgoes the drink to waddle waddle 'Wa Wah' towards Pixie. <br><br> Nick watches the man head off, not noticing the white hat just floating on in.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods and says, "We are ready. But, hold it up and shake t good one more time. Paula Brooks and Len Snart wish to thank you. Captain Boomerang was supposed to collect for Len, but... he was detained." He shrugs. "Let us be clear, the hat is the item being raffled. The lovely and lethal Cinnamon is not being raffled. We also have collected bids on Theme of the Crime merch -all autographed... what? Certificates of Authenticity? You call yourself a villain?! Anyway the lovely Cinnamon will draw the winner's token and Music Master will autograph the hat and have a drink with you. Give it a shake love." Yes. Thomas is a jerk himself at times but everyone loves a show. The man talking to Nick draws a stare. Hunh. The hat floating in... draws a stare. "Shit. That. Dead. Asshole."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn grins and nods to Thomas, giving the hat a good shake before sticking her hand in. She makes a show of swirling her hand around before pulling out one of the tickets, and hands it over towards Thomas. What was that about a floating white hat? She's too busy entertaining the crowds with her cute fluttery wings that seem to grab their attention, to notice any floaty hats.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>A drink is set in front of Nick. Eyes glancing down, he takes up the glass and proceeds to sip while listening to the rest of Thomas's sales pitch. Hearing the mention of Music Master autographing the hat and seeing a few heads turn his way he stops sipping and lifts up the glass in a mock toast to the group. The guy already played for them. He can be allowed a drink break after all. <br><br>The white hat pauses in it's forward momentum at the mention of Music Master. The hat turns, displaying the monocle as well as it fixates on the bar. <br><br>Speaking of white attire, a man in street clothes but still wearing a white mask ends up shifting towards the bar near Nick, drawing the musician's attention to him with a question.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake slides over to Nick. "Excuse me a moment, Cham. Nick, GG just came in. I have no idea what magic defenses or bouncers this place has. Let me inform the lovely Cinnamon." <br><br>He slides over to Megan, "There's a pain in the ass ghost over there got it in for Nick. I think I got this." He grabs a salt shaker used for margaritas and unscrews the top. Salt. Salt stops ghosts.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn pauses, arching a brow at the white hat. "Erm..should I be worried?" she looks somewhat amused though, it's just a ghost, right?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas comes up, he can pick up the answer to whatever question the white masked man asked. "Yes. That Snart. If you go over to the girl with the wings you can buy a token for the raffle. Or if you'd like put in a bi-"<br><br>And then there's Thomas. "Oh hey To-"<br><br>Oh. Serious stuff. To the warning of Gentleman Ghost popping in, Nick gives a frown. "Oh ...great." He mutters, looking over to Chameleon once more after Thomas leaves. "Sorry. Now what was I saying?"<br><br>After Thomas leaves Nick, the monocled menace in white glides after the much shorter darker attired version to approach Cinnamon and the newly positioned Thomas. There is the slightest of sounds before the funds for ONE token is produced.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake accepts the money and the token. "Just in time. Thank you and good luck. Try something and we'll banish your ass to the fires of Hell. One of them. Not a nice one. Aside from that no hard feelings." He nods to Megan to give it another shake. She does that well.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn had joust about pulled a token out of the hat..But then there's redone last minute contenders, so she adds their entries to the hat..<br><br>Whats so special about this hat, anyway? it's gotta be more than just what. She slips her hand in again..<br><br>"Annd the winner is..Gentleman Ghost!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick gives a slight chuckle as he ends up sending not just chameleon over to do a last second entry but a few more with a quick 'Hurry they're about to draw' warning. Every little bit helps, right? While Megan takes in the entries, Nick downs a bit more of his drink. <br><br>When the winner is announced, there's a thunk of the glass as it sets on the bartop a bit harder than Nick had been planning. Pale eyes look over to the pale figure and then over to Thomas and then Megan. <br><br>If the top-hatted, fancy attired ghost took notice of the reaction, he did not show it as he instead chortles with glee. "Splendid!" He exclaims, "I'll accept my hat over at the bar where it'll likely be signed." The top-hat turns, walking over to the bar Nick is situated at, the hat tilting to the bartender. "Another one of whatever, Mr. Drago is having..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake leans over to Megan. "So if Mike never wore the hat, it's not his, correct? An autograph won't affect that??" He's pretty sure of the answer, the way grins behind the wraith's back.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn nods to the ghostly villain and gathers the rest of the first draw prize before bringing them over to the bar. She pauses at Thomas's response, arching a brow. <br><br>"I don't think an autograph changes that fact,..Still not his, right? But that's okay.." But if they're pretending to be villains too it's probably all part of the game.<br><br>"Here ya go." she offers the hat to Mike to sign.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>And like that, another beer is being poured and Nick is aware of the only ghost he's ever felt compelled to punch situating himself beside him. The musician's eyes close for a few moments before they open. A practiced smile forms upon his face as he looks over to where he thinks the ghost's face should be. "Congrats." He responds, reaching over to take the offered hat to set it in front of him. Nick reaches into a pocket to pull out a metallic sharpie and looks down to the hat. "Okay, how would you like this made out?"<br><br>The ghost pauses, giving enough quiet for the sound of the second drink being set down in front of Nick. "To my friend James. A pleasure as always." <br><br>Nick turns his head slowly, looking over to Craddock. "...No. Really."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/10<br />
|Location=The Curio<br />
|Synopsis=A bit if random conversation at The Curio turns into exposition as Michael and Zatanna hear Phoebe's latest theory on the unicorns and their captor. Michael gets a little background into why Phoebe looks so tired and can no longer speak. Poor Thomas Blake misses out on the exposition thanks to a phone call!!<br />
|Cast of Characters=690,384,979,681<br />
|Tinyplot=Wellspring of Song <br />
|Tinyplot2=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THE CURIO. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;People are being drawn here, whether it's by an antique playing card stamped over with the Curio's address, books of matches with green sulfur tips on them showing up in coat pockets, or just A Feeling as one walks down the street in the Cauldron neighborhood of Gotham. There's really nothing to denote that the place is anything special from the front doors to a very normal and slightly worn tenement building, and the sign pointing to the Impossible Stairs down to the bar area, where some vaporwave beats are playing. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A very goth lady with blue hair is tending the bar, humming along to the beat. Off to the side a familiar looking bag was sitting on the floor, its owner head-in-arms on one of the tables.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Being that Mike lives in New York now. There's no REAL hometown bar for him. So any bar that doesn't look like all the tables would be taken is fair game. Considering the events of today, this bar will do just fine. At the entrance, the musician stops, holding the door open for his companion. "...First two rounds are on me." Mike offers.<br><br>His attire is somewhat nicer than the last time. Slightly higher quality clothes. Almost like he had to do something work related today. But it's still Jeans and a Tee.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake enters fuming. He was ranting and already crested. "You didn't have to fucking quit for me. Just because I told them where to go, doesn't mean we're joined at the lips. We'll drop all charges if you quit and return the stolen property. Well I quit! Fuck you all very much. I want out of my executive producer position as well and you can return my investment to me. fucking suits. Oh... this place looks great... is that girl with the bag passed out? Always a good sign. A warm cozy sort of bar. See she's not afraid to take a nap and her bag is still here. Do not try this in the Black Market. Last time I zoned out I came to on a freighter bound for Corto-Maltese,,, hey excuse me, Miss? I respect a bender as much as the next guy but are you okay?" He checks to see her head is turned the right way in case she gets sick. Bar etiquette.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Fuck you all very much' was an emotion that the girl could understand. She mutely waves off Thomas and Michael, and as she sits up, the latter may recognize her as she sits up. The short shorn hair, the tired expression and the wide collar at her throat as she leans back, and rubs her sunken eyes with her palms, and then blinks owlishly at the two, sliding the 1929 stock papers into her bag again as she looks to them both, motions with an open palm and then gives a shrug? How can she help?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike steps in, letting the door close behind him as he follows after the larger man. "Tom, the only reason I even considered that role was because you asked me to. Also it's not a big deal for me. I got other offers waiting." He starts to glance around, "Oh and it's not joined at the lips, it's joined at the h-" <br><br>Mike comes to a stop, looking to the one Thomas was talking to. "...Ok this has got to be a record for running into people." The musician lifts up a hand giving a small wave, "Hey again." He glances around once more before looking back to the quiet one. "...I didn't just walk into another scavenger hunt, did I?"<br><br>Not quite what happened, but close enough in term. Eh.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake wags an eyebrow at the musician before giving him a hug. "We been joined at both Mr. Pedantic." <br><br>He looks at the mute young woman and says, "Help us? Yes. You can join us when I buy a round for the house... this place takes credit cards, right? Let me find out. Then Mike can introduce us, properly." He heads over to the bar, his anger of a few moments before forgotten.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THe Bartender in Blue looks to Thomas and arches a finely shaved eyebrow. "We're arcane, not archaic. ID and card please to open a tab. Luckily --" she motions with her head to the girl in the sweatshirt, "she's a light weight, What'll you have?" she asks Thomas. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe breathes out and shakes her head. She holds up a glass that's been emptied, and gives a sheepish smile to Mike as she pushes herself back. Her fingertips are stained with something that looks like red ink, it's gotten under her nails.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Feeling the arms wrap around, Mike's expression lightens. The line of his lips twist upwards as he leans back into the embrace for a moment. "Ok. Point." He agrees, turning to look to Thomas once the brief hug is broken. He glances to the bar as Thomas avoids the offer from the door by starting up the round on the house. "His second and third drink is going on mine." He states to the blue haired woman. <br><br>The musician looks over to smiling Phoebe and then to the emptied glass. "Guess you've ended up with some company." He comments, giving a chuckle, "Got a notepad on you by any chance? I'm no good with ASL."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A vertical purple line sizzles in the air, presaging the appearance of a an elegantly booted foot. It leads to a stylishly clothed leg and the rest of the magician steps through the portal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing back her raven hair, she inclines her head to the two men and gives them a half-smile, "Gentlemen. You are in good company." The smile deepens as she says, "Phoebe don't believe a word out of Blake's mouth."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A more complex expression is reserved for Phoebe. Zatanna tilts her head, the smile sobering somewhat and warming, too, as she regards the young woman, "We missed you at breakfast, dear. How are you?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake brings his drinks back to the table and sees Zatanna. He sets it down to give her a Hollywood style near kiss. "How are you, drink up on me?" <br><br>He turns to Pboebe and sticks out a hand. "Thomas Blake. I seem to keep running into arcane-ity. I'm about as magic as a pair of those x-ray specs they used to sell in comics. I am a good listener though, and not nearly as bad as my reputation. Mike will bear this out." Stage glare at Mike. <br><br>"Anyway, I still spin a good story. I should write a book someday."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe feels the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she pulls a college-rule notebook covered in tiny batman symbols from her bag. Yes. It *is* officially liscenced. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She straightens up a moment, and she looks up to Zee with a little bit of fear as she steps out of the portal -- sort of the same 'caught in the cookie jar' expression one might have on a kid, and she makes sure her little cardboard box is firmly closed and held with her variety sharpies in her bag. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-We are now in good company that Zatanna is here.- she writes on her notepad. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then to Zee she scribbles: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Rough night. Business. Have headache from magical telepathy yesterday.-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Phoebe confirms having a notepad. Mike smiles, "Good That'll come in handy. I'll go see about getting you a refill." Catching a glimpse purple where purple wasn't before, Mike turns his head. The stylishly clothed leg achieves its objective as eyes set upon it. The glance travels along the form as the rest of the body appears, revealing another familiar figure. "Small world." Mike murmurs. Giving a nod to Zatanna. <br><br>As Thomas starts to undersell his arcane experience, he does give a nod to the mention of being able to support him not being as bad. "He was very helpful with a demon problem I was having last year." He admits, planting the seed of conversation for the remaining three while he heads to the bar to put in his drink order, and something for Phoebe.<br><br>If it turns out to be water, blame the bartender.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The magician doesn't need a crystal ball to see the faint ashen color under Phoebe's rich skin tone and the marks of little sleep in the darker half-moons under her eyes. Zee wings an apology to her with a subtle lift of a shoulder and the barest head shake. Her eyes rest a moment on the bag next to her and glance away with no comment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is, isn't it?" she agrees, flashing Mike a brief smile. "Good to see you."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I would venture that Thomas has more close-up experience with the arcane than he admits. Some people just do. It is like it finds them whether they will or not."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shrugs. "Honey, I co-habited with the arcane a number of times. I got very good at getting the drop on demons who were used to average humans. Also beat the crap out of the Gentleman Ghost, with a lot of help. I don't really know where I fit in these days. But thank you Zatanna. Praise means a lot coming from you." He says, "Well I gather your name is Phoebe, you have very interesting ink under your fingernails for doing accounting, and you are burning the candle at both ends. Mike should tell you not to do that. My girlfriend is the same way... on two teams I know of... regular job, learning magic, and then doing workouts with me to learn martial arts. I tried to tell her to take it easy and wound up taking her to dinner and a night on the town." He sits down and starts on his drink, a White Russian. <br><br>"I know Catman lllikes a drink with milk innnit... ever since I saw The Big Lebowski."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe replies with a shrug. What are you gonna do. She had given a little wave to Thomas as he introduced himself, but eschewed any shaking of hands. Not with the red ink under her fingernails and staining them, for certain. She tilts her head a moment as she listens to Blake, and to Hannigan, but she has a flash of shame when she pushes her bag further to the side, specifcally so Zee can't look into it. Blame her former mentor; he'd have lifted whatever she was trying to hide and already stuck it in his own pocket. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe's very neat handwriting answers back: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-More than two ends, but used to it.-<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The drinks come back to the table; the bartender apparently knows what Zee likes; it's a pommegranate martini, with some of those bright arills in the bottom. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe's is literally just sprite mixed with oringina, except it has a little curl of orange peal at the top.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the other three get to chat, Mike patiently waits for the pair of drinks to be made. The group's not too far away so he can still get the gist of what's being said. He glances back as Thomas suggests that he should tell Phoebe not to burn the candle at both ends. He quietly looks back to the bar, murmuring his thanks as he collects the drinks being set before him. <br><br>The musician moves back to the table, setting the orangey drink in front of Phoebe. The tall glass of black liquid is set down at his seat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna had witnessed the caprices of Phoebe's parent and others presenting themselves as such. She ascribes to a hands-off approach. Phoebe is no longer a child and as painful as it may be to watch, she must be allowed to make her own mistakes. The magician's mouth tightens somewhat as she steels herself to act on her principles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mmmm, love pomegranite. Thank you Phoebe!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning to Blake, she observes, "It's not always easy to live with the arcane. Even for someone who grew up in a sorcerer's household. But not many can deal with demons, it takes a knack that not many people have." She nods and holds up her glass to the man.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Angling herself to face Hannigan, "So what brings you here, Mike? They do pour a good drink which is reason enough." Zatanna's eyes drift back to the bag and she averts them deliberately.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Most of the demons I met are just evil enough to avoid being fired, and just scared enough of their bosses not to try running. They're like any other predator. If you act like prey you're screwed. If you go aggro on them it usually messes them up. That's the rank and file type anyway. Princes and... princesses, yu better have something to back up your attitude." He looks to Mike to see what explanation he has. Phoebe's bag gets a glance but, people who pry in his lifestyle wind up dead. Instead he ventures, "I met Detective Chimp yesterday."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-All I did was tell them what you used to get elsewhere Z- Phoebe scribbles, and she takes a breath, and she brings her fingers up to the wide collar at her neck at the mention of demons, her ears getting a little hot. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She breathes out, andshe gives a small shrug. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Lived with magic since 13/14. Was self-taught until 17.- she writes on her notebook, and then she looks up to Zee -- she's seen where the eyes are going to, and she looks up, her lips puckering a moment before she breathes out and she drops her shoulders. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Dismissed five demons over the course of 7 mo. at a laundromat + closed gate they were using.- she writes of her own experience. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sips her definitely non-alcoholic drink.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike, having relocated his ass to the chosen chair is in the process of lifting the glass to his lips for a sip. When Zatanna asks the reason for his being here, he gives a shrug, "Just some business at one of the studios in the city dealing with stupid politics. This place was close enough so thought we'd get some drinks after."<br><br>Mike glances over to the notepad, skimming through the response. "Hmm. 21 for me. Kind of."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"Spoken like a someone who knows their stock in trade," Zee agrees with a nod and a sip of her red martini. "Phoebe has a dab hand with them." She catches Phoebe's reddened face and takes a deep breath soldiering on. <br><br>"Yes, one had better pony up for royalty, they can bite," she says with a meaningful lift of an eyebrow. Demons have been to the magician's great sorrow a large part of her life and she is not inclined to elaborate on it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mention of Detective Chimp brings a smile to her face, "Have you now? He's back! Now, there is someone who can drink with the best of them. What did he have to say?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna glances at Mike with an inquisitive look. "Is someone being a jerk?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake ponders tossing some of his antics out. Did for two assassins who tried to off him at AlcheMax. Destroyed a ring poaching ghost lions in Algiers for Ra's al Ghul. Swam ten miles round tip into Gotham Bay through Hell's Gate to perform his charitable act. <br><br>Naaaaaah. <br><br>Instead he says, "I never dispelled a demon. I did bite this one guy's ear off. I wore it around my neck when he came calling and that goaded him into running right into some wards that tasered his ass. I finished up on him. He was as dumb as he was ugly... okay the Ex's wards helped." <br><br>"Well I made a bad impression on the detective. I thought it was one of those hidden camera shows, like that jerk, Carbonaro, does? Then I thought he was going to an opera. He wants to come to the house and talk to my tiger and make sure he's all right. I agreed... being a responsible big cat owner."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe draws her notebook back, and she scribbles on it a moment, before striking it out entirely, pulling the page out and stuffing it into her bag before she writes in response: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-I'm getting used to office and posh politics. Would rather be dealing with demons. At least you know they want to stab you in the back. People pretend to be your friend first- she writes, sliding it over to Mike. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she stares at Tom. She tugs on her own ear, and then makes a shrugging, questioning motion before she adds: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Sounds like my friend Impulse. Definitely an animal person-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Rude too. Demon deserved it." Mike adds in, endorsing Thomas's unlicensed practice of otoplasty. To add to the point he gives a nod.<br><br>Pale eyes glance back over to Zatana as she inquires to someone being a jerk, "That's putting it lightly. But that's back at the studio." He lifts up his glass, "Right now we have drinks." He takes a moment to sip his beer.<br><br>Hearing the notepad rub against the table on its way to him, the musician lowers his glass, quietly reading what she wrote. Mike snerks, giving a nod. "It's alright. Give it a few days. My agent will rip them a new one."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That is so like Detective Chimp," Zee smiles affectionately as she remembers the Detective. "He isn't one to guard grudges though, he'll come right with you, I'm sure. And, there are not many of his kind in the world so you made an honest mistake."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning on an elbow to read Phoebe's contribution, she nods several times, "True enough, most of the time. Show business is rife with them." Does she mean demons or backstabbers? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mike can tell you or his manager can after he has finished his analplasty," Zee pretends complete innocence and sips more martini.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "I've dealt with writers, directors and producers. It'd be a breath of fresh air to deal with honest, hardworking criminals, and psychos again." Small wink. "Okay, We're off that damn show but... that show numbered a fair number of villains among their fans. The execs may get more than hate mail. I'd love for them to come out of work and find their cars are in blocks of ice, say. Karma."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thomas gets a call, and Phoebe watches as he departs. Showbusiness people are weird, she decided long ago, but the ones who cross showbusiness and the arcane? They're a special kind of masochist. Phoebe's hand goes again to her neck and that unasked-for (and quite frankly unneeded!) demonic platysmaplasty, and she pulls her notebook back. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-One more unicorn to go-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sometimes it's hard to tell the show people from the demons. Although I suspect some are a mix." Mike adds in to Zatana's comment before taking another sip of the beer.<br><br>He's kidding, right?<br><br>Well. Look at him.<br><br>As Thomas excuses himself, Mike turns his head, watching Thomas's exit out of the room. The general sound of the man's voice in the other room becomes more of a low murmur due to the wall but still present. <br><br>The sound of the notepad draws his attention back to the table. Leaning forward he looks to the simple sentence. "Hmm. Who was the ass who was rhyming back at us?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna waves Thomas out of the room. What was the world like before cell phones, she wonders.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What is this rumor I've heard about unicorns?" Zee keeps up the pretense of innocence, not out of any sense of subterfuge, but preferring to hear how people frame their experiences.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe pauses a moment as she looks to Mike and Zee, and then she gives a breath out. She tapes her left hand against her bag, and she then opens her bag. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls out first a large amount of sharpies in a rubber-band bound mass, along with a pack of Pall Mall lights. She then pulls out two corked vials with white hairs in them. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she brings her hand up to her temple a moment, and grimmaces in pain. Her voice sounds strained as she sends out. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;The Ringmaster. He was able to place a mark on me and Tabitha. I'm going to try and dismiss hers tomorrow. Came here to do research. Didn't want to lead him to your place, Zee. Basically at a carnival, this evil creature that looks like a cross between Cobblepot on a Hell Bender and the mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas popped out of the top, unleashed a bunch of chimeric creatures and bound Nightmares and tried to drag people into a dark portal inside the merry-go-round. A girl named tabitha managed to release them as I held down suppressive circles around it.&gt; she explains, and tilts her head back. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Last night he mentioned a dying world. From what I was able to gather, he powered his contraption with the unicorns the same way J-- the same way some people can 'pull' extra power from other casters. That's why they were chained.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike grimaces at the description. He never saw a Cobblepot or the Ringmaster. But considering who the Puffin on Theme of the Crime is modeled after, he's got a heck of a mental reference to go off of already. The mention of nightmares gets an added look of interest. "The Nightmares, where are those now?"<br><br>Does Dream get angry?<br><br>Because if so, Mike thinks he might get pissed about this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>The magician grimaces when Phoebe winces. So, here is the story of what happened. There is no middle ground for the young woman. Zatanna both admires and abhors it in her. Her father was like that and died. And the man, Phoebe skirts around naming died. He came back after a pact with a demon and was not above using others as a mystical battery; something Zee knows from personal experience.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Schooling her expression nearly into neutral, she asks softly, "And yours? A body can only take so many malign spells laid on them, Phoebe."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Went back to their source, when the carnival imploded on itself. Nightmares, sea horses with dragon heads that flop like seals, rabbits with hawk talons and wings.&gt; Phoebe recounts. She hears the screams rattling about in her skull. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when Zatanna asks about her, she just shrugs. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;I'll deal.&gt; she keeps a carefully neutral expression. The Bats tought her that well. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;The attacks will continue with or without the last unicorn. I have enough information that I can try to force a confrontation on Friday. I just need the last few components to make a circle to burn for the Firebinder.&gt; she thinks. Her hands shake slightly. &lt;Once the Unicorns are done, I can take off Tabby's marking. I can try to use it to descern a Name for the Ringmaster, and bind him from entering the world. But I'm so tired, and I'm not sleeping more than two hours at a time.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Phoebe confirms that the nightmares went back to where they belong, he gives a nod. "Ok good." <br><br>Ok there's been a lot of bad stuff relayed there Mike.<br><br>"On the nightmares being sent back that is." He sips the drink, considering the information relayed before lowering the glass, "...What's keeping the sleep down to less than two hours?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe, at that, looks much older than her eighteen years. Her dark eyes go to Michael, and she brings her fingers up. Folding them in front of her lips. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;When Chas Chandler was captured by Michael the Archangel, I went to war against the Host of Heaven for the sake of his and Jon Sim's daughters. We had a falling out after the dust settled. And I did something extremely stupid because I had a question only one being within my power to contact could answer.&gt; she explains, and she curls her fingers a moment, and goes to sip at her drink. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;... I was in Pittsburgh. The site of the Arsenal explosion, delved deep into a mosuleum. I thought I had the perfect set up. I thought I was hot shit,&gt; she frowns, &lt;... I don't know what went wrong. I called him by name. But instead, a demon that drove my cousin to murder our entire family and village answered.&gt; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes go distant. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;She ripped my larynx out so I couldn't complete the binding.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike frowns. "So... natural nightmares." He surmises, "...Are you able to use your healing magic on yourself? For...uh-" He gestures to the throat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe shakes her head, and she reaches up, and pulls off her choker collar, showing the gauze pad beneath it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;It took a month for my thyroid to grow back enough to function again.&gt; she explains. &lt;And any time I try to magic it into working, it just... doesn't work. It doesn't work.&gt; she decides to finish, and she cuts off the mental communication, taking everything and beginning to slip it back into her bag.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm." Mike glances to the room Thomas went into for a few moments, considering, "Have you tried getting help from others?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At that question, Phoebe looks up to Mike. She then imitates a particular meme where a PG-13 rated rapper and movie star is displaying his chosen partner's beauty on the red carpet, at Zatanna. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she gives a small smile, and writes on her notebook: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-I'll be fine. One thing at a time.-<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=12390/Spacial_Oddities_at_the_Curio&diff=2562112390/Spacial Oddities at the Curio2024-02-26T17:04:24Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/10<br />
|Location=The Curio<br />
|Synopsis=A bit if random conversation at The Curio turns into exposition as Michael and Zatanna hear Phoebe's latest theory on the unicorns and their captor. Michael gets a little background into why Phoebe looks so tired and can no longer speak. Poor Thomas Blake misses out on the exposition thanks to a phone call!!<br />
|Cast of Characters=690,384,979,681<br />
|Tinyplot=Wellspring of Song, Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THE CURIO. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;People are being drawn here, whether it's by an antique playing card stamped over with the Curio's address, books of matches with green sulfur tips on them showing up in coat pockets, or just A Feeling as one walks down the street in the Cauldron neighborhood of Gotham. There's really nothing to denote that the place is anything special from the front doors to a very normal and slightly worn tenement building, and the sign pointing to the Impossible Stairs down to the bar area, where some vaporwave beats are playing. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A very goth lady with blue hair is tending the bar, humming along to the beat. Off to the side a familiar looking bag was sitting on the floor, its owner head-in-arms on one of the tables.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Being that Mike lives in New York now. There's no REAL hometown bar for him. So any bar that doesn't look like all the tables would be taken is fair game. Considering the events of today, this bar will do just fine. At the entrance, the musician stops, holding the door open for his companion. "...First two rounds are on me." Mike offers.<br><br>His attire is somewhat nicer than the last time. Slightly higher quality clothes. Almost like he had to do something work related today. But it's still Jeans and a Tee.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake enters fuming. He was ranting and already crested. "You didn't have to fucking quit for me. Just because I told them where to go, doesn't mean we're joined at the lips. We'll drop all charges if you quit and return the stolen property. Well I quit! Fuck you all very much. I want out of my executive producer position as well and you can return my investment to me. fucking suits. Oh... this place looks great... is that girl with the bag passed out? Always a good sign. A warm cozy sort of bar. See she's not afraid to take a nap and her bag is still here. Do not try this in the Black Market. Last time I zoned out I came to on a freighter bound for Corto-Maltese,,, hey excuse me, Miss? I respect a bender as much as the next guy but are you okay?" He checks to see her head is turned the right way in case she gets sick. Bar etiquette.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;'Fuck you all very much' was an emotion that the girl could understand. She mutely waves off Thomas and Michael, and as she sits up, the latter may recognize her as she sits up. The short shorn hair, the tired expression and the wide collar at her throat as she leans back, and rubs her sunken eyes with her palms, and then blinks owlishly at the two, sliding the 1929 stock papers into her bag again as she looks to them both, motions with an open palm and then gives a shrug? How can she help?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike steps in, letting the door close behind him as he follows after the larger man. "Tom, the only reason I even considered that role was because you asked me to. Also it's not a big deal for me. I got other offers waiting." He starts to glance around, "Oh and it's not joined at the lips, it's joined at the h-" <br><br>Mike comes to a stop, looking to the one Thomas was talking to. "...Ok this has got to be a record for running into people." The musician lifts up a hand giving a small wave, "Hey again." He glances around once more before looking back to the quiet one. "...I didn't just walk into another scavenger hunt, did I?"<br><br>Not quite what happened, but close enough in term. Eh.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake wags an eyebrow at the musician before giving him a hug. "We been joined at both Mr. Pedantic." <br><br>He looks at the mute young woman and says, "Help us? Yes. You can join us when I buy a round for the house... this place takes credit cards, right? Let me find out. Then Mike can introduce us, properly." He heads over to the bar, his anger of a few moments before forgotten.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;THe Bartender in Blue looks to Thomas and arches a finely shaved eyebrow. "We're arcane, not archaic. ID and card please to open a tab. Luckily --" she motions with her head to the girl in the sweatshirt, "she's a light weight, What'll you have?" she asks Thomas. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe breathes out and shakes her head. She holds up a glass that's been emptied, and gives a sheepish smile to Mike as she pushes herself back. Her fingertips are stained with something that looks like red ink, it's gotten under her nails.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Feeling the arms wrap around, Mike's expression lightens. The line of his lips twist upwards as he leans back into the embrace for a moment. "Ok. Point." He agrees, turning to look to Thomas once the brief hug is broken. He glances to the bar as Thomas avoids the offer from the door by starting up the round on the house. "His second and third drink is going on mine." He states to the blue haired woman. <br><br>The musician looks over to smiling Phoebe and then to the emptied glass. "Guess you've ended up with some company." He comments, giving a chuckle, "Got a notepad on you by any chance? I'm no good with ASL."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A vertical purple line sizzles in the air, presaging the appearance of a an elegantly booted foot. It leads to a stylishly clothed leg and the rest of the magician steps through the portal.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pushing back her raven hair, she inclines her head to the two men and gives them a half-smile, "Gentlemen. You are in good company." The smile deepens as she says, "Phoebe don't believe a word out of Blake's mouth."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A more complex expression is reserved for Phoebe. Zatanna tilts her head, the smile sobering somewhat and warming, too, as she regards the young woman, "We missed you at breakfast, dear. How are you?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake brings his drinks back to the table and sees Zatanna. He sets it down to give her a Hollywood style near kiss. "How are you, drink up on me?" <br><br>He turns to Pboebe and sticks out a hand. "Thomas Blake. I seem to keep running into arcane-ity. I'm about as magic as a pair of those x-ray specs they used to sell in comics. I am a good listener though, and not nearly as bad as my reputation. Mike will bear this out." Stage glare at Mike. <br><br>"Anyway, I still spin a good story. I should write a book someday."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe feels the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she pulls a college-rule notebook covered in tiny batman symbols from her bag. Yes. It *is* officially liscenced. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She straightens up a moment, and she looks up to Zee with a little bit of fear as she steps out of the portal -- sort of the same 'caught in the cookie jar' expression one might have on a kid, and she makes sure her little cardboard box is firmly closed and held with her variety sharpies in her bag. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-We are now in good company that Zatanna is here.- she writes on her notepad. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then to Zee she scribbles: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Rough night. Business. Have headache from magical telepathy yesterday.-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Phoebe confirms having a notepad. Mike smiles, "Good That'll come in handy. I'll go see about getting you a refill." Catching a glimpse purple where purple wasn't before, Mike turns his head. The stylishly clothed leg achieves its objective as eyes set upon it. The glance travels along the form as the rest of the body appears, revealing another familiar figure. "Small world." Mike murmurs. Giving a nod to Zatanna. <br><br>As Thomas starts to undersell his arcane experience, he does give a nod to the mention of being able to support him not being as bad. "He was very helpful with a demon problem I was having last year." He admits, planting the seed of conversation for the remaining three while he heads to the bar to put in his drink order, and something for Phoebe.<br><br>If it turns out to be water, blame the bartender.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The magician doesn't need a crystal ball to see the faint ashen color under Phoebe's rich skin tone and the marks of little sleep in the darker half-moons under her eyes. Zee wings an apology to her with a subtle lift of a shoulder and the barest head shake. Her eyes rest a moment on the bag next to her and glance away with no comment.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It is, isn't it?" she agrees, flashing Mike a brief smile. "Good to see you."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I would venture that Thomas has more close-up experience with the arcane than he admits. Some people just do. It is like it finds them whether they will or not."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shrugs. "Honey, I co-habited with the arcane a number of times. I got very good at getting the drop on demons who were used to average humans. Also beat the crap out of the Gentleman Ghost, with a lot of help. I don't really know where I fit in these days. But thank you Zatanna. Praise means a lot coming from you." He says, "Well I gather your name is Phoebe, you have very interesting ink under your fingernails for doing accounting, and you are burning the candle at both ends. Mike should tell you not to do that. My girlfriend is the same way... on two teams I know of... regular job, learning magic, and then doing workouts with me to learn martial arts. I tried to tell her to take it easy and wound up taking her to dinner and a night on the town." He sits down and starts on his drink, a White Russian. <br><br>"I know Catman lllikes a drink with milk innnit... ever since I saw The Big Lebowski."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe replies with a shrug. What are you gonna do. She had given a little wave to Thomas as he introduced himself, but eschewed any shaking of hands. Not with the red ink under her fingernails and staining them, for certain. She tilts her head a moment as she listens to Blake, and to Hannigan, but she has a flash of shame when she pushes her bag further to the side, specifcally so Zee can't look into it. Blame her former mentor; he'd have lifted whatever she was trying to hide and already stuck it in his own pocket. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe's very neat handwriting answers back: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-More than two ends, but used to it.-<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The drinks come back to the table; the bartender apparently knows what Zee likes; it's a pommegranate martini, with some of those bright arills in the bottom. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe's is literally just sprite mixed with oringina, except it has a little curl of orange peal at the top.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the other three get to chat, Mike patiently waits for the pair of drinks to be made. The group's not too far away so he can still get the gist of what's being said. He glances back as Thomas suggests that he should tell Phoebe not to burn the candle at both ends. He quietly looks back to the bar, murmuring his thanks as he collects the drinks being set before him. <br><br>The musician moves back to the table, setting the orangey drink in front of Phoebe. The tall glass of black liquid is set down at his seat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna had witnessed the caprices of Phoebe's parent and others presenting themselves as such. She ascribes to a hands-off approach. Phoebe is no longer a child and as painful as it may be to watch, she must be allowed to make her own mistakes. The magician's mouth tightens somewhat as she steels herself to act on her principles.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mmmm, love pomegranite. Thank you Phoebe!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Turning to Blake, she observes, "It's not always easy to live with the arcane. Even for someone who grew up in a sorcerer's household. But not many can deal with demons, it takes a knack that not many people have." She nods and holds up her glass to the man.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Angling herself to face Hannigan, "So what brings you here, Mike? They do pour a good drink which is reason enough." Zatanna's eyes drift back to the bag and she averts them deliberately.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Most of the demons I met are just evil enough to avoid being fired, and just scared enough of their bosses not to try running. They're like any other predator. If you act like prey you're screwed. If you go aggro on them it usually messes them up. That's the rank and file type anyway. Princes and... princesses, yu better have something to back up your attitude." He looks to Mike to see what explanation he has. Phoebe's bag gets a glance but, people who pry in his lifestyle wind up dead. Instead he ventures, "I met Detective Chimp yesterday."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-All I did was tell them what you used to get elsewhere Z- Phoebe scribbles, and she takes a breath, and she brings her fingers up to the wide collar at her neck at the mention of demons, her ears getting a little hot. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She breathes out, andshe gives a small shrug. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Lived with magic since 13/14. Was self-taught until 17.- she writes on her notebook, and then she looks up to Zee -- she's seen where the eyes are going to, and she looks up, her lips puckering a moment before she breathes out and she drops her shoulders. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Dismissed five demons over the course of 7 mo. at a laundromat + closed gate they were using.- she writes of her own experience. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sips her definitely non-alcoholic drink.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike, having relocated his ass to the chosen chair is in the process of lifting the glass to his lips for a sip. When Zatanna asks the reason for his being here, he gives a shrug, "Just some business at one of the studios in the city dealing with stupid politics. This place was close enough so thought we'd get some drinks after."<br><br>Mike glances over to the notepad, skimming through the response. "Hmm. 21 for me. Kind of."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>"Spoken like a someone who knows their stock in trade," Zee agrees with a nod and a sip of her red martini. "Phoebe has a dab hand with them." She catches Phoebe's reddened face and takes a deep breath soldiering on. <br><br>"Yes, one had better pony up for royalty, they can bite," she says with a meaningful lift of an eyebrow. Demons have been to the magician's great sorrow a large part of her life and she is not inclined to elaborate on it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mention of Detective Chimp brings a smile to her face, "Have you now? He's back! Now, there is someone who can drink with the best of them. What did he have to say?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna glances at Mike with an inquisitive look. "Is someone being a jerk?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake ponders tossing some of his antics out. Did for two assassins who tried to off him at AlcheMax. Destroyed a ring poaching ghost lions in Algiers for Ra's al Ghul. Swam ten miles round tip into Gotham Bay through Hell's Gate to perform his charitable act. <br><br>Naaaaaah. <br><br>Instead he says, "I never dispelled a demon. I did bite this one guy's ear off. I wore it around my neck when he came calling and that goaded him into running right into some wards that tasered his ass. I finished up on him. He was as dumb as he was ugly... okay the Ex's wards helped." <br><br>"Well I made a bad impression on the detective. I thought it was one of those hidden camera shows, like that jerk, Carbonaro, does? Then I thought he was going to an opera. He wants to come to the house and talk to my tiger and make sure he's all right. I agreed... being a responsible big cat owner."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe draws her notebook back, and she scribbles on it a moment, before striking it out entirely, pulling the page out and stuffing it into her bag before she writes in response: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-I'm getting used to office and posh politics. Would rather be dealing with demons. At least you know they want to stab you in the back. People pretend to be your friend first- she writes, sliding it over to Mike. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she stares at Tom. She tugs on her own ear, and then makes a shrugging, questioning motion before she adds: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-Sounds like my friend Impulse. Definitely an animal person-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Rude too. Demon deserved it." Mike adds in, endorsing Thomas's unlicensed practice of otoplasty. To add to the point he gives a nod.<br><br>Pale eyes glance back over to Zatana as she inquires to someone being a jerk, "That's putting it lightly. But that's back at the studio." He lifts up his glass, "Right now we have drinks." He takes a moment to sip his beer.<br><br>Hearing the notepad rub against the table on its way to him, the musician lowers his glass, quietly reading what she wrote. Mike snerks, giving a nod. "It's alright. Give it a few days. My agent will rip them a new one."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That is so like Detective Chimp," Zee smiles affectionately as she remembers the Detective. "He isn't one to guard grudges though, he'll come right with you, I'm sure. And, there are not many of his kind in the world so you made an honest mistake."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leaning on an elbow to read Phoebe's contribution, she nods several times, "True enough, most of the time. Show business is rife with them." Does she mean demons or backstabbers? <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mike can tell you or his manager can after he has finished his analplasty," Zee pretends complete innocence and sips more martini.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "I've dealt with writers, directors and producers. It'd be a breath of fresh air to deal with honest, hardworking criminals, and psychos again." Small wink. "Okay, We're off that damn show but... that show numbered a fair number of villains among their fans. The execs may get more than hate mail. I'd love for them to come out of work and find their cars are in blocks of ice, say. Karma."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thomas gets a call, and Phoebe watches as he departs. Showbusiness people are weird, she decided long ago, but the ones who cross showbusiness and the arcane? They're a special kind of masochist. Phoebe's hand goes again to her neck and that unasked-for (and quite frankly unneeded!) demonic platysmaplasty, and she pulls her notebook back. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-One more unicorn to go-<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sometimes it's hard to tell the show people from the demons. Although I suspect some are a mix." Mike adds in to Zatana's comment before taking another sip of the beer.<br><br>He's kidding, right?<br><br>Well. Look at him.<br><br>As Thomas excuses himself, Mike turns his head, watching Thomas's exit out of the room. The general sound of the man's voice in the other room becomes more of a low murmur due to the wall but still present. <br><br>The sound of the notepad draws his attention back to the table. Leaning forward he looks to the simple sentence. "Hmm. Who was the ass who was rhyming back at us?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Zatanna waves Thomas out of the room. What was the world like before cell phones, she wonders.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What is this rumor I've heard about unicorns?" Zee keeps up the pretense of innocence, not out of any sense of subterfuge, but preferring to hear how people frame their experiences.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe pauses a moment as she looks to Mike and Zee, and then she gives a breath out. She tapes her left hand against her bag, and she then opens her bag. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pulls out first a large amount of sharpies in a rubber-band bound mass, along with a pack of Pall Mall lights. She then pulls out two corked vials with white hairs in them. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she brings her hand up to her temple a moment, and grimmaces in pain. Her voice sounds strained as she sends out. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;The Ringmaster. He was able to place a mark on me and Tabitha. I'm going to try and dismiss hers tomorrow. Came here to do research. Didn't want to lead him to your place, Zee. Basically at a carnival, this evil creature that looks like a cross between Cobblepot on a Hell Bender and the mayor from Nightmare Before Christmas popped out of the top, unleashed a bunch of chimeric creatures and bound Nightmares and tried to drag people into a dark portal inside the merry-go-round. A girl named tabitha managed to release them as I held down suppressive circles around it.&gt; she explains, and tilts her head back. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Last night he mentioned a dying world. From what I was able to gather, he powered his contraption with the unicorns the same way J-- the same way some people can 'pull' extra power from other casters. That's why they were chained.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike grimaces at the description. He never saw a Cobblepot or the Ringmaster. But considering who the Puffin on Theme of the Crime is modeled after, he's got a heck of a mental reference to go off of already. The mention of nightmares gets an added look of interest. "The Nightmares, where are those now?"<br><br>Does Dream get angry?<br><br>Because if so, Mike thinks he might get pissed about this.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:681|Zatanna Zatara (681)}} has posed:'''<br>The magician grimaces when Phoebe winces. So, here is the story of what happened. There is no middle ground for the young woman. Zatanna both admires and abhors it in her. Her father was like that and died. And the man, Phoebe skirts around naming died. He came back after a pact with a demon and was not above using others as a mystical battery; something Zee knows from personal experience.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Schooling her expression nearly into neutral, she asks softly, "And yours? A body can only take so many malign spells laid on them, Phoebe."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;Went back to their source, when the carnival imploded on itself. Nightmares, sea horses with dragon heads that flop like seals, rabbits with hawk talons and wings.&gt; Phoebe recounts. She hears the screams rattling about in her skull. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And when Zatanna asks about her, she just shrugs. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;I'll deal.&gt; she keeps a carefully neutral expression. The Bats tought her that well. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;The attacks will continue with or without the last unicorn. I have enough information that I can try to force a confrontation on Friday. I just need the last few components to make a circle to burn for the Firebinder.&gt; she thinks. Her hands shake slightly. &lt;Once the Unicorns are done, I can take off Tabby's marking. I can try to use it to descern a Name for the Ringmaster, and bind him from entering the world. But I'm so tired, and I'm not sleeping more than two hours at a time.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Phoebe confirms that the nightmares went back to where they belong, he gives a nod. "Ok good." <br><br>Ok there's been a lot of bad stuff relayed there Mike.<br><br>"On the nightmares being sent back that is." He sips the drink, considering the information relayed before lowering the glass, "...What's keeping the sleep down to less than two hours?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe, at that, looks much older than her eighteen years. Her dark eyes go to Michael, and she brings her fingers up. Folding them in front of her lips. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;When Chas Chandler was captured by Michael the Archangel, I went to war against the Host of Heaven for the sake of his and Jon Sim's daughters. We had a falling out after the dust settled. And I did something extremely stupid because I had a question only one being within my power to contact could answer.&gt; she explains, and she curls her fingers a moment, and goes to sip at her drink. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;... I was in Pittsburgh. The site of the Arsenal explosion, delved deep into a mosuleum. I thought I had the perfect set up. I thought I was hot shit,&gt; she frowns, &lt;... I don't know what went wrong. I called him by name. But instead, a demon that drove my cousin to murder our entire family and village answered.&gt; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes go distant. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;She ripped my larynx out so I couldn't complete the binding.&gt;<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike frowns. "So... natural nightmares." He surmises, "...Are you able to use your healing magic on yourself? For...uh-" He gestures to the throat.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Phoebe shakes her head, and she reaches up, and pulls off her choker collar, showing the gauze pad beneath it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&lt;It took a month for my thyroid to grow back enough to function again.&gt; she explains. &lt;And any time I try to magic it into working, it just... doesn't work. It doesn't work.&gt; she decides to finish, and she cuts off the mental communication, taking everything and beginning to slip it back into her bag.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm." Mike glances to the room Thomas went into for a few moments, considering, "Have you tried getting help from others?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:690|Phoebe Beacon (690)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At that question, Phoebe looks up to Mike. She then imitates a particular meme where a PG-13 rated rapper and movie star is displaying his chosen partner's beauty on the red carpet, at Zatanna. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And then she gives a small smile, and writes on her notebook: <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;-I'll be fine. One thing at a time.-<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=12290/Visiting_Old_Friends&diff=2562012290/Visiting Old Friends2024-02-26T16:55:51Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/04<br />
|Location=Blake House<br />
|Synopsis=Gabby goes to visit Thomas. Runs into Megan and Mike as well. It's almost like old times.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,502,392,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>It is a scene of quiet bliss in Blake House. Thomas is sleeping on his bed, still in the living room. Other rooms are still waiting on electricity. Rasputin the tiger is eating a large bag of cat food he'd ripped open. After a moment the big cat walks over to the sleeping man. Sitting on his haunches he stares for a moment, then starts licking the man's massive shoulder. <br><br>A chuckle escapes the sleeper. <br><br>"Stop it Pix..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>The nightmares lately had been too much for her not to seek out some kind of comfort. It had been awhile since she visited Thomas, since he had told her to keep her distance so that she could ensure no other heroes went hunting after him. But she needed to see the faces of people she cared about right now, needed to check on them, and needed to remind herself that this world wasn't that nightmare she'd been entrenched in for what felt like weeks.<br><br>No heroes here, though. Which is why when she reaches his door she pauses. And inhales deeply. With eyes narrowing in a curiously suspicious way.<br><br>Lifting her hand she knocks on the door in the fashion she always did: Shave and a haircut.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn had been making a habit of just posting straight into his house and probably scaring the crap out of him..A lot. Which she does again today, but at least she didn't pop in on him in his room, possibly in the middle of him getting dressed or something.<br><br>She hears the knock at the door and twirls around all grinning, "Ooh I'll get it!" she calls, swinging the door open with a bright smile, not even looking at first whose there. "Hi!" she says cheerfully.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Pixie manages to scare the tiger at least. Thomas remains asleep till the tiger bites just a little, by accident. Thomas yelps and sits up, pushing Rasputin away. He does catch the shimmer of wings running away and reaches for his shorts. "It's okay. It was the little fairy, not the big scary demon. <br><br>He does note the tiger listening, the door opening. Rasputin's ears go flat and Thomas Grabs his weapon belt and slips into it. He takes a catarang and waits to see Rasputin's reaction, ready to bolt towards Pixie. then the ears go back up and Rasputin pads towards the door. <br><br>Thomas relaxes. Looks for a shirt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Tumbling, yelping, jumping. The sounds through the door earn a grin from Gabby as she listens. Leaning her shoulder into the doorframe she pauses a moment waiting until it sounds as if he were at least getting dressed before raising her hand to knock again.<br><br>Pixie's blurting about getting the door though. THAT causes her eyebrows to shoot upward as she *knows* that voice. Amused, arms crossing over her chest, she waits for it to open to give Pixie a very friendly. "Hello! Tell Thomas he's a really bad hypocrite telling ME to stay away." Leaning to the side she calls out a bit so that she can be heard (not that she was being quiet before) "Hiiii Rasputin! Whosagoodkitty?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike is a little late to the forming party. After the mis-steak at the diner, Thomas had left his copy of the script behind. So, being that the co-star noticed the issue, Mike took it upon himself to return the lost tome of bad writing. As he comes up the walkway, his steps slow as he sees Gabby and Pixie at the doorway. "...Did I come at a bad time?" The musician inquires.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn pauses as she sees who it is, suddenly looking very self conscious. "Gabby! What're you doing here? Me? Oh I err...Was Just in the neighbourhood and..Err.." she reddens a bit, hoping she doesn't start judging her or something. <br><br>And then Thomas is there and she turns even redder, knowing she just popped in on him without warning. "Thomas! err, surprise?" she smiles sheepishly. "Ohhyou two know each other? heh, small world..!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is not having any misconceptions about Megan's place here. He loops an arm around her under her neck and rubs his chin on top of her head. Hopefully that will calm her. He fancies he is feeling the heat of her blush on his arm. He blinks in the sunlight as the tiger pushes past to Gabrielle. <br><br>"Hypocrite? What are you talking about? I never had a problem with the X-Men and you. Hello Megan. Hello Mike." <br><br>"Why am I a hypocrite, exactly?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney glances over to see Mike with an eyebrow rising a bit. What was this, a reunion? "Hey Mike," she greets before looking back to Pixie to offer the obviously nervous woman a grin. "Relax. I know Thomas dates a lot. I kind of expected to find someone here, just didn't expect you."<br><br>Speaking of Thomas, her finger points at him to jab with her tongue sticking out. "YOU told me to keep my distance because you didn't want to risk getting on the Outsider's radar." To make her point she gestures from herself, to Pixie, and clears her throat. With a bright teasing grin she states, "Hello fellow Outsider teammate, Pixie."<br><br>The little taunting is brushed off with a shrug, and she nods to Pixie's question finally, belatedly. "I've known him for years, used to live with him in the other house for awhile. Now can we all go inside instead of standing out here like a bunch of dorks?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah, Pix was a bit of a surprise at first." Mike agrees, giving a nod to the group. "And yet...not. Hey Thomas. Hey Gabby. Hey Megan." <br><br>He looks between the three, holding the script in hand, and then towards Megan. "Just how many teams are you on?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn arches a brow at Gabby, peering back at Thomas, but dyes to protest when he steps in behind her, leaning instinctively against him.<br><br>"Dates a lot huh.." but probably no one quite as young or naieve as her. Her other comment however causes her to grimace. "Wait, you told her that? I mean, you know I'm an outsider too right?" well..She never really said though it might have slipped out at one point or other.<br><br>As Mike pipes up, she smiles faintly, nodding to him. "Heya, what's up?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake turns Megan around to face him, getting a wing across the face. He has to watch those things. After he looks at her for a moment he relaxes and his demeanor softens. A side of Thomas few saw. Gabby did. The Ex- didn't. That was self defense. He puts his hand on her cheek. <br><br>"No, baby. I don't believe you did... or I'd have stopped at our first meeting. But I didn't know aaaaaaand, screw it. I want to keep us as a thing. Any birds or bats give you grief, I'll talk to them. I'm going to be as legit as a banker. It doesn't matter." <br><br>He leans down to give her a kiss, then grabs her in a hug. That's so she doesn't see him stick his tongue out at Gabby.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney claps her hands together a single time then POINTS at Megan as she gets the point about the whole Outsider thing. Her hands drop though as she instead goes to reach for Rasputin giving him some loving ear scritches and rough scratches down the back.<br><br>"Ah huh, he did," she agrees only to stick her tongue back out at Thomas when he makes the gesture at her. "Well, a lot more than me. I don't really have a lot of luck there. Anyway, I'm not getting into that converstaion again."<br><br>She pauses here. Actually pauses just staring at Rasputin as she pets him with her lips pressed together and a difficult to read expression. "Glad you found someone though. I just wanted to ... Hell, some stuff's been happening. I just wanted to check on everyone."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>In response to Megan's question, Mike lifts up the script in display. "Right now just dropping off something." He turns his head to look over to Thomas. He watches the interaction between the newly made couple, expression set to a well practiced neutral expression. When Megan's facing away, he waves the script, "You left this at the diner." <br><br>He looks over to Gabby, considering the hint to problems in Gabbyville. He takes a moment to consider past events, "Are you referring to your sister's thing or something else entirely?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn pouts a bit. "Really? How come you don't want to get involved with Outsiders? I didn't know.." well it's meant to be a secret too but..<br><br>Still it's hard to feel anxious as he snuggles up to her, causing her to giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Careful you don't poke an eye out, these wings are kinda sharp.." <br><br>Gabby is given a curious glance as she says that. "Everything ok..?" Mike is just given a distracted nod.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Further tiger scritches are cut short as Thomas reaches an arm and drags Gabby into the hug. She is ensconced in wings and muscles. He easts his head atop Gabby's saying nothing. Pretty sure, Megan will not begrudge her friend. "Nice try, slick. I told Megan I was a Mimbo. She knows I have a record. As for you... male heroes are dicks. Bag yourself a normal. You spend one afternoon with us and we'll show you how to get any guy you want. You need to relax, Gabrielle." He reaches around to rub her head with one hand, similarly to the way he cured Megan's brain freeze. <br><br>The tiger notes the movement of the script and starts walking towards Mike. <br><br>"I'd let him have that or at least drop it. Small loss."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney makes a little noise as she's pulled in to hug. A little noise of surprise, but one she rolls with easily as she does hug the pair not caring much about who it was she was hugging. They were both friends after all even if she did have more of a history with Thomas.<br><br>"Ftt, what're you talking about, I was just in bed two two demons, I'm totally good."<br><br>"Granted they were trying to possess me pretty sure but I told them off and now I'm here and..." And her breath is catching in her throat. She just holds her breath a long moment letting Thomas rub the back of her head in that familiar way before exhaling.<br><br>"Yeah something like that, Mike. Needed... just needed to visit people."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas's warning draws Mike's attention towards the only other male that could be referenced in the house. Ah. Rasputin. Giving a sigh he drops the script on the floor. Thomas does have a point. The script was crap. "We really need to get ahold of the scripts that got tossed." He points out to Thomas. <br><br>Gabby's mention of being in bed with two demons does get a glance. But the realization that was meant as a joke makes it a bit easier to get to the confirmation of Gabby's troubles being somewhat related to Rein's. "Ah." Thoughts of the time on the boat in the Astral Plane come to Mike's mind, "Good idea. Some things you shouldn't deal with on your own."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn smirks, "Well, there are some good heroic guys..But none as cool as you. You still don't strike me as a villain though.."<br><br>She smirks but nods, bringing in Gabby for a group hug. "Thanks for not judging me for dating an ex villain whose way older than me.."<br><br>Then she talks about being in bed with two demons and she blinks. "Huh..What?!" <br><br>Mike is given a curious arch of the brow. "So what's the deal with these scripts?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Unfortunately for Gabby's tale of woe, Thomas keeps rubbing her head. In fact he releases Pixie to do a thorough job with both hands. "Where's your rhetoric spouting big sister when demons are in bed with you? You should have told Megan. I'm sure she'd make you her priority. She becoming a fantastic magic trouble shooter. Come in everyone. I'll make us something to eat, unless Pixie wants to do some of her omelets. Gabrielle needs to lie down. WIth the tiger for a bit." He propels the Honey Badger inside, towards the bed. <br><br>He takes Megan by the hand and leads her and Mike in after Gabby. The tiger, hearing omelets loses interest in the pile of dead tree. <br><br>At the remark about being way older he gives Pixie a swat on the behind. "Watch it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney ftts a bit at that part about judging Megan, and she returns the hug with a chuckle. "Of course not. He's my friend. Besides, have you seen the record of heroes who date not-so-legal sorts? It's pretty hefty." Batman. Tim. Probably some others. She's about to say more but double-head-scritches ensue. Even if she did a good job of being all 'adult' lately that was such a good feeling she just kind of melts a little until he stops and urges them further in.<br><br>"Mike's working on some TV project right? I remember you mentioning that to me when I told you about my audition and run in with Clayface." Ugh. Pompous.<br><br>"Rien was recently kind of compromised herself. She's getting better. I need to check on her too." Soon. But she had Robbie as well so it wasn't as if the two weren't shacked up again rekindling their own relationship after such an issue. "Omelettes?" She states, hopefully, while reaching up to run her hands over her face a time or two.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, I wouldn't say he's OLD. He's only got a couple years on me." Mike looks over to Megan as she asks about the scripts. But Gabby more or less provides the answer. "Yeah Tom and I are in the same show together." He answers, "We were going over the new scripts during lunch and he forgot to take home his copy." <br><br>Mike doesn't offer much further explanation to Rien's situation beyond what Gabby offers. He was somewhat familiar with the situation, considering he was part of the group that went to get her. And considering what some of those creatures looked like- "I'm guessing she's glad to be home." He comments, looking to Gabby, as he ends up following the group into the kitchen area for the promised meal to be served, "Speaking of the matter, how's that type of stuff affecting your sleep?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn smirks at Thomas, "Okay not *that* old but..Hey at least you look young(ish)?" she giggles and winks at him before being ushered into the kitchen. "Yes! let me make omelettes and Welsh rarebit! I love cooking!" when she's not burning stuff!<br><br>As she heads for the grudge to grab stuff she pouts at Gabby, "Oh, yeah how's Rien doing? hope she's okay.." to Mike she just nods and smiles, "Ooh, didn't know Thomas was an actor too?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"You don't know the half of it," Thomas wants to say. "You never saw our show? Theme of the Crime? It's mildly brilliant. I play myself. We miiiight get Clayface to play himself. It's like rehabilitation for super villains. Now are you cooking or am I? Obviously Gabrielle needs a really good omelet. And a comb. And I ad no idea you were a what is it Outsider? Anything else I oughta know?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney pauses a moment at all the questions being sent her way, only to give a shake of her head. "I don't know. She and Robbie are catching up again after all that's happened. I didn't want to interfere." It's shrugged off as she moves to find a place to plop down and sit. Could be a couch, could be a spot on the floor. It didn't much matter to her.<br><br>"I'm doing all right now. I guess I'd been having some dreams for a few weeks but didn't realize. I just woke up kind of... stressed? Couldn't remember anything till this last one. I should be fine now though," she assures with a too-toothy grin offered up.<br><br>"I only need a comb because you messed up my hair!" She shoots back in that friendly bickering way that old friends sometimes had. She wasn't exactly protesting it happening after all.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike gives a concerned look as it turns out it's not Thomas that will be doing the cooking. And then Thomas mentions Clayface possibly being on the show. "Huh... How do you think he'll react after seeing one of those scripts?"<br><br>The talk of dreams does get his interest. "Dreams?" Mike repeats, "Regular run of the mill dreams or nightmares? How often?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn nods, grabbing some eggs and cheese and inions and potatoes, the works. "Hmm Spanish omelette, allow me! I can do this.."<br><br>Shes already cracking and chopping and mixing and doing too many things at once as she listens. "Hmm, I dunno either that well but would like to. I should check in on them. I guess I would like to know all of them a bit better, maybe find someone who can teach me magic.."<br><br>She chuckles at Thomas, "Villain rehab show, sounds fun! Clayface too huh?' she chuckles, shaking her head. "Hmm, let's see, I'm an Xmen in training, Outsuder, and new recruit to Justice League Dark. Not a seasoned member of either. How-come you're wary of Outsiders?"<br><br>Gabby's mention of dreams cause her pause but that's more Mike's department.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shrugs and gets coffee going. "Because there is interaction between the Outsiders and at least one Robin. Robins report to the Bat. I don't want him making trouble -for either of you. We might come to blows then. But this Reyes... you didn't want to be in the way? Did you have feelings for him and get cut out? Well screw him. We'll see how demons fit into Rien's theories of evolution I guess. She turned me right off with that 'Mutants are the next step in human evolution' line. I'm glad you two don't buy that racist crap... though Megan seems to think I might be Metahuman. Nope. 100% human."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>"Fuck. Clayface." Gabby states this with a deadpan lack of emotion that could only come from having been really, really pissed off at one point. "He killed me. I mean. Sure I didn't DIE but that shot would have been lethal on anyone else and he didn't know who I was at the time, so, my point stands. Fuck Clayface." With that she nods curtly, and resumes her rough pettings of Rasputin.<br><br>"I don't know, Mike, I just became aware of them last night. Can we not talk about it right now? I know I need to address it soon. Just not this moment."<br><br>... Then Thomas speaks up and she jerks her head up turning red. "THOMAS! Dammit shut up!" Apparently he hit the nail on the head there.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike gives a reluctant nod to Gabby's request. "Ok. I'll let it drop. But, if it's nightmares and it persists, let me know. I might be able to do something that gives you a break from it for a few nights."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn turns to the oven, busily frying an omelette, carefully adding i gradients tho she's no pro. Hopefully she doesn't burn them this time! She frowns slightly as she listens to Gabby talk about her dreams but doesn't comment.<br><br>When Tho,as makes that comment, her frown deepens. "Hmm, to be honest I never thought about it like that, never even met the Bat and he's spearheading the whole organization. I doubt it'd ever get back to him that were involved. But I'll keep a low profile around the others all the same.." she arches a surprised brow, "Wait Rien said that? I mean, we're not superior, just different. A lot of mutations are deleterious and not pretty at all..Just ask the Morlocks.."<br><br>She shrugs and chuckles at Thomas, "I mean at the very least you're like extremely well disciplined and toned..You could probably go toe to tie with Batman..But doesn't he believe in redemption?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn turns to the oven, busily frying an omelette, carefully adding ingredients, tho she's no pro. Hopefully she doesn't burn them this time! She frowns slightly as she listens to Gabby talk about her dreams but doesn't comment.<br><br>When Tho,as makes that comment, her frown deepens. "Hmm, to be honest I never thought about it like that, never even met the Bat and he's spearheading the whole organization. I doubt it'd ever get back to him that were involved. But I'll keep a low profile around the others all the same.." she arches a surprised brow, "Wait Rien said that? I mean, we're not superior, just different. A lot of mutations are deleterious and not pretty at all..Just ask the Morlocks.."<br><br>She shrugs and chuckles at Thomas, "I mean at the very least you're like extremely well disciplined and toned..You could probably go toe to tie with Batman..But doesn't he believe in redemption?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn turns to the oven, busily frying an omelette, carefully adding i gradients tho she's no pro. Hopefully she doesn't burn them this time! She frowns slightly as she listens to Gabby talk about her dreams but doesn't comment.<br><br>When Tho,as makes that comment, her frown deepens. "Hmm, to be honest I never thought about it like that, never even met the Bat and he's spearheading the whole organization. I doubt it'd ever get back to him that were involved. But I'll keep a low profile around the others all the same.." she arches a surprised brow, "Wait Rien said that? I mean, we're not superior, just different. A lot of mutations are deleterious and not pretty at all..Just ask the Morlocks.."<br><br>She shrugs and chuckles at Thomas, "I mean at the very least you're like extremely well disciplined and toned..You could probably go toe to tie with Batman..But doesn't he believe in redemption?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>&lt;WHAM!&gt; Suddenly a very large kitchen knife is slammed through the wooden counter. Thomas regards Gabby coldly. "Fuck redemption. I will have to tell Pete, the producer, Hagen is out. I'll deliver that news to Mr. Hagen myself." He spares Pixie a glance, a reluctant glance. <br><br>"I will cut Hagen into fifty pieces and mail him to every fucking state. I will make him forget about Batman. That one trick, walking turd is only a blip on the Bat's radar because of his shapeshifting. That worthless hack." His green eyes glitter coldly and Rasputin sensing the mood, lays his ears back, waiting for a target to be pointed out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney runs a hand down Rasputin's back careful to stay away from the sharp pointies. It's the only soothing motion she offers to the tiger before she gets to her feet. Mike is given an apologetic glance while she moves to the kitchen. Another look is given to Pixie, a small nod, before she sneaks a hug from behind on Thomas.<br><br>"Don't do anything to ruin your show. I survived. He's just a giant turd face." Still. She gives a squeeze at that, and steps away to start working the knife out of the counter. Or TRYING to. It was really in there.<br><br>"Tell you what, just get him to stop wearing my face with D-cups and that'll be enough."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike blinks. "...Clayface is pretending to be you?" He's getting the general sense that Gabby did not share much detail when they were talking about the incident in the Velvet Room. "Trust me. If anyone ruins the show it won't be Tom. Pete's doing a hell of a job on his own. Perils of having multiple people controlling the production." He looks over to Thomas, "Not that you need my approval but I'm perfectly fine with Hagen not appearing on the show too."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn flinches at Thomas' anger, knowing she probably pushed a button with the whole redemption thing. Finally she finishes and turns around, sliding omelettes on four plates, setting them out on the table. She remains quiet for now, wings slightly droopy and darkish blue..<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake goes to the antique wardrobe and presses a button in its side. It lifts up to reveal a costume: clawed gloves, equipment belt, a metal cat mask and a familiar battered cape. He begins putting it on, shucking his shorts with no qualms or modesty. "Oh he won't be seen -period, when I am done with him..." Thomas leaves the mask off and shrugs into a long coat. "If you can look in on Rasputin for a while, I'd appreciate it. I'll be back." He grabs a small bag. <br><br>He stops to give Megan a hug. "You tried. But there's no changing some things. I'm sorry."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:502|Gabby Kinney (502)}} has posed:'''<br>Gabby Kinney glances over at Mike a Thomas stalks off to nod at him. "Caught him do it at least once after our fight. Went around yelling some pretty unflattering things about me, in my voice, with just..." Her hands move in front of her to estimate the ridiculous size of things he'd made.<br><br>"Ah, come on, Thomas. If you're gonna go gung-ho on someone for my sake at least let me actually ask you to do it. Because if that's the case I've got a few names." It's her joking attempt to calm him down again though she just claps her hand over her face.<br><br>"Well you know technically since you'd be going after a bad guy it's not REALLY breaking your redemption thing." Looking over to Pixie she shrugs. ... And reaches for a plate. "Sorry. I'll get going soon."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn bliiinks, as Thomas runs off to grab his catsuit before even finishing breakfast. "Wait what..Right now? But..But you haven't finished breakfast.." she sighs, hugging him tightly, "I don't care what you did in the past, or how others see you..It doesn't change how I feel about you.."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike watches as Thomas moves over to collect his costume and starts to get stuff together. He can probably guess what Thomas means with his statements about Hagen's future visibility status. Something to be concerned about if Hagen's ability didn't already help with such a thing on a regular basis. <br><br>"How long are you thinking of being out?" Mike asks, completely skirting over the earlier implications. "Is Rasputin going to need us to get any food for him or is he covered on that?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gets hugged. After another moment he hugs back. "What am I doing? It's 11 in the morning. I can't go out like this? I'll get picked up by the first cop who trips over me. I... need to deal with the tiger -call his handler. I also got this Pixie girl hanging onto me. All right. I can do breakfast at the very least. Make some plans." <br><br>Thomas lifts Megan off the floor.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/07<br />
|Location=Blake House<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas in jail. It happens.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>People tried to reach Thomas after the fact. Pete's office was broken into! The Producer of Theme of the Crime was not present and had no comment. No word on what was stolen. The word of the crime made the rounds, except to Thomas Blake. Thomas was off the grid, not answering calls, not home. Of course suspicion fell on him. Of course the GCPD wanted him brought in, but he didn't seem to be in Gotham. <br><br>Thomas was found early the next day. He'd bought a power boat, took it out for a shakedown and was shook down. The old vessel had a defective alternator. Thomas has washed ashore on a little island and there he stayed until he was found the next day and got a tow from a tug back to Happy Harbor. He immediately called his aunt and Shaw Studios to explain his absence. <br><br>Calling the Cable Studio he was treated to a stirring rant by his frenemy -Pete the Producer. Accusing him of numerous crimes, immoral acts and you get the idea. <br><br>"Listen Pete, you leave my aunt out of this! She's a hero! Accomplice to what? I don't know what you're talking about?" He shouts back as he matter of factly feeds the Tiger some Cat Chow laced with Calcium and vitamin supplements.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's arrival to the Blake residence is not as chipper a one as the previous time. As he comes up to the front step, there's a generally neutral expression on his face. Giving a sigh, he glances down, eyes closing. <br><br>Yesterday was...Well yesterday. And the events do not directly relate to where Mike is now so- A hand sets to the door frame, touching it for a few moments. After a few quiet seconds, Mike lifts his head up with a small relaxed smile set in place. The hand moves from the frame and knocks upon the door. <br><br>And then he remembers the news that led to him being here. The smile goes away again.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake makes sure the tiger is eating and goes to the door. Wait might be the cops... err sheriff? WTF does the town have? He puts n a clean shirt and shoes. He isn't going to end up on a police show. Freaking body cameras. As for the tiger, he will let him eat. the police should as well. So he answers the door and smiles when he sees who it is. <br><br>"Good morning, Music Master! Fine day isn't it?" <br><br>Thomas either got laid or was up to something. Mike knows him too well. The first possibility might be outside Mike's comfort zone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike blinks as he's greeted to a Thomas wearing a shirt. On a non-public property. "...That depends." Mike responds, glancing to the doorway with a bit of suspicion, "...Are you entertaining anyone right now?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake frowns a moment. "Only you boyfriend! Come in, I'm starting coffee. I was just calling other people to make sure they weren't worried. You know being stranded all night and making sure Ras, got his breakfast. Come on in!" He ushers the musician in. "Oh... " he points to the cordless phone, that is fairly vibrating with the screams of Pete. "Yeah, was just talking to Pete. I have no idea what he's going on about now." He hangs the phone up.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The answer is responded to with a moment of silence before the musician nods, stepping inside. He glances around as Thomas closes the door behind him. "So we know that you know, GCPD's looking for you. Seems they're calling anyone who might know you. Expect visitors." He looks over to the phone. "Seems there was a break in at the studio last night. Might want to have the contact information of whoever un-stranded you on hand."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pffFts. "I'll call Gabby to watch the cat. I got a ride back from a tug. I can find them easy enough. Why would I have contact info for them. Not like I was building an alibi... oh!" He pulls his cell phone and flicks the screen till e scrolls across several time stamped photos of himself on a tug with the crew doing his Catman pose for them. "I think... yeah there's some ID here. Good thing we took these, hunh?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike gives Thomas a look as he goes through the phone to display pictures, glancing to the images. "Yes. Very fortunate." Mike sighs, "Just make sure your ass is covered. I wasn't asking if you had the information already. This is just me. Giving you a heads up that it appears they want to know where you were. So you can go ahead and look up the information for that tug."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pours two mugs of coffee. "Fuck that. Let the cops look it up. That's what they get paid for. You know part f the process of an investigation is eliminating suspects. Maybe they can start with people already IN Gotham? I hope they didn't wake Auntie Zinda up. This is ridiculous. I want to see them link this to me. I got the boat and the dead battery. The island I was stuck on was miles from Gotham. Am I Aquaman? Did I fly it? Shit the powerboat isn't even a fucking catamaran! What was stolen anyway?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The musician steps over to collect his mug. "They did not say." Mike answers, "I could speculate but it'd probably look bad to guess right. Like you did with the idea of something being stolen. And, they probably did call her. Hell, they even called Wade."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks up as sirens are heard outside. "Hmmm that's the sheriff. I recognize his siren. You stay here with the tiger. They can't have a search warrant this fast for Happy Harbor. They probably are going to ask me to come in for questioning and try to hold me if I refuse. That can only be done for 72 hours. Call the show's handler to deal wit the tiger. I have a lawyer. Don't worry, jail is nothing." He gets up to walk out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike lowers the mug, turning his head the same direction Thomas is glancing. The walls in front make it impossible to see who is arriving but the sounds are telling. Call the handler." Mike repeats, giving a nod as he commits that instruction to memory. <br><br>Mike's frown deepens as Thomas starts to move out. "Tom? I expect to see you here Wednesday."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods going to the door. "Tell Zinda, Pixie and Gabby not to worry. This is nothing but a theme... a thing." He walks out, not looking back.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/11<br />
|Location=Folkvangr<br />
|Synopsis=Megan and Thomas go to dinner and met Mike and haters.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,392,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake hod decided to save Strait Lace for a special occasion. Instead the date has been moved to Folkvangr, right in Happy Harbor. If the dinner blew they could always hit Big Belly or Joe's and head for home. Also the van needed a cleanup -reeking of tiger and Thomas was forced to depend on his bike. In any case they rode up and doffed their helmets and entered to wait for a table. Thomas holds Pixie's hand, he tries not to stress. Last time he left under different circumstances. However, they must have gotten his check because the damage was repaired. He also sent a heartfelt apology and gratuity to the owners. Dressed in a pale brown suit, shirt collar open he waits for a table. "Sooooo..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn has never been to a Viking restaurant! she didn't even know they existed! And this is sooooooo cooool! She might even fit in in her cute white shirt dress with the fur neckline and matching white boots with fur trim. But bikes are cool,and she's used to wearing helmets anyway. Plus it's well tidy! When they get there she's only too happy to take his hand, skipping alongside him with a smile. "Wow, this place is so tidy! Is it like, genuine?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake ponders it. "Well it's the only place I ever saw with lingonberries. I... don't know. Wales is closer to Scandinavia than Gotham. ANyway I like it. They have venison, not antelope but close. They have ciders and fruit juices and mead. I haven't had any dessert. I'm not one for sweet things, except you."He leans down for a kiss, but they're quickly ushered to a seat. The manager gives Thomas a nod, shows him his phone and makes the I'm looking at you sign, forefinger and middle fingers under his eyes then reversed to point at Thomas. Thomas gives him a thumbs up. <br><br>"I might have been a little rowdy last time. Oh here let me..." He holds the chair for Megan and seats her, careful of the wings.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn smiles, peering around, "That sounds like fun!" she giggles as she looks at some of the crazy outfits some people are wearing. "I mean I always loved Frozen.." they're kinda Nordic too right? "Have you ever met a Valkyrie? That'd be tidy.." and then they're being seated and he's overly careful of those wings, "Meep! It's really ok, my wings are pretty tough and flexible too!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives her wing a stoke in passing and her cheek a kiss as he sits. The manager brings their menus over and a drink list which he pointedly hands to Thomas. Thomas says, "Oh... I'll have an ale please, uh Megan?" He hands her the wine list. <br><br>Manager man smiles at Megan and says, "I'll need to see some proof of age if you want any alcoholic beverage, miss. Sorry." <br><br>Thomas frowns.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn blinks at the menu. "Oooh, how about so,e white wine?" it always rushes to her head and she can't drink a lot but it tastes sooo good. And then he requests ID and she just grins impishly, whipping out a very convincing looking piece of fake ID. "Yup! Recently turned 21!" wink wink.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>The manager signals a waiter to take the order, morality established. Thomas smiles at him. Before the waiter is in earshot he whispers to her, "I was never more crazy about you than right now, Cinnamon." <br><br>"Oooh... we'll have the crayfish appetizer, I'll follow that with the venison steak and potatoes. Basically walk the deer past a stove. That's done enough. What'll you have, sweetie?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn grins playfully at Thomas and winks, "Works every time!" she whispers to him, putting the ID away, "Yup, I've still got it." she blinks at the menu, not sure where to start, "Um do the crayfish have claws and eyeballs? I can't eat things that are looking or clawing at me. Ooh but the venison sounds yummy I guess Vikings like their meat huh?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods his head. "They have eyes and claws. But they're boiled, they can't hurt you. Promise. It's like eating shrimp... let us have the shrimp platter instead. Hold the claws." <br><br>The waiter jots it down. "No claws for the lovely lady. I'll be right back with the shrimp sir." He tootles off.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn blinks, "Sooo they're dead? Like we'll dead? Cuz I do t wanna be fighting with my food, that'd be nuts!" she laughs nervously at that, "Still...It could be fun? I mean, shrimp have claws too, don't they?" she shivers, "You know that scorpion lady or was she a lobster lady in She-Ra? She always scared the heck out of me..Brrr, those claws.." she shivers.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake starts laughing, "The shrimps are boiled. They're just the tails. No claws... you fight demons and claws on a shrimp worry you? You're so cute. I... what is She-Ra?" The platter of shrimp is quickly brought around with the drinks. Thomas demonstrates dipping the meaty end in cocktail sauce, then extracting the meat by biting it and pulling it from the remains of the shell. He holds a shrimp out for her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn giggles, shaking her head,"Yeah but that's different, it's not like I eat demons! I mean they would totes give me indigestion!" she makes a face and nods, "I'll be fine, it's not like I'm that wimpy..I'm only kidding, really!" she makes a face when he asks about She-Ra. "Wha..?? You dint know what She-ra is? I mean, granted I've only seen the newer series on Netflix and not the original. 1980s series but she's like He-man's counterpart, don't tell me you've never heard of He-man?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives her a blank look. "I didn't watch a lot of tv as a kid. Chiefly the Gray Ghost series." He noshes the shrimp he's holding. "You going to try them? The cocktail sauce is good. I don't think the Vikings had cocktail sauce." He looks over to the entrance, eyes narrowing as he thinks he spots a familiar form. <br><br>"I bit a demon's ear off. They do taste horrible."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn grins and nods, "Hey am I Cinnamon or what? I'm not afraid of a few little claws and eyes!" oh sure she's saying that now but when push comes to shove...She might just change her tune. "Ooh, what's grey ghost, that some sort of Halloween gig?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake leans in to give Megan another kiss. "It was a TV show. I have the complete collection. He was a vigilante... only cool. My mom appeared on his show. She was an actress -Sienna Grant. It was a little before my time but we watched it on videotape in our safe room, hiding from dad on a bender."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn oohs, "That's Soo cool! I wish I could get into acting, it looks like fun, I'll bet Mike has loads of fun.." of course she briefly took singing lessons at shaw studio, but superheroing got in the way. "Well we should have a tv marathon sometime and exchange shows!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>There are times when one can tell when restaurant patrons are tourists or locals. As a table within line of sight of the entryway starts to become a mutter, they identify themselves as the former. The table near them that gives a glance and looks back to their own business without s word appear to be more of the latter. <br><br>As for what causes for an ease in identifying the groups, well that would be the gathering of people starting to be led to their table. Amongst the number is former pop sensation, Britney Kneezie, former Silver Round bassist, Wade Shaw, and a guy who looks a LOT like Nick Drago, and with his proximity to one of the former band members, most likely a Nick Drago. The others present also have a music industry vibe but the general appearances are not as recognizable. There are different areas of course. <br><br>Hearing what kind of sounds like his name, pale eyes look over towards Thomas and Pixie's table. The lips twist to a bit of a smile as Mike gives a slight nod to them.<br><br>Catching a glimpse of Mike paying attention to another table, Wade turns his head, also looking over to the pair. Yet another nod is given.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "The Hell, I act too. Have you not seen Theme of the crime. I was the star before they fired my ass." Slight exaggeration. He sees Mike and Wade and waves to them. Aww Mike is out with the folks. He waves again. Then he hears a local at another table muttering, in a bad imitation of his voice, "Waite, a kid's menu for the lady and I will be burning in a particularly warm section of Hell." His wife snorts derisively. "Who's she fooling with those wings? Can't be real. Muties." <br><br>Oh hell no.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn ooohs! "I've heard of that show, I watched a couple of episodes...Heeey, now that I think of it, there was this guy on there that reminded me of you!" she laughs, "Now I gotta watch all the episodes again!" she glances around, seeing the flashy pop group, grins and waves at Mike before her gaze slides over towards the mutant haters. "Freaks!" she yells at them, sticking her tongue out at them, "Why I oughtta sprinkle them with some faerie dust.." she mutters and one can tell she's seriously considering it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The thing about loudmouthed assholes is they are loud. This means the commentary ends up being heard by others. In this case the group of performers that are being led to their table get to hear the comments. Mike's smile fades as he turns his head, looking to the table with the offending restaurant patrons with a darkening expression. <br><br>Before Mike can step towards them, Wade ends up moving first. No, it's not some rush to battle. Instead Wade seems to trip upon his own feet. Likely the fault of the chairs being in such close proximity or something. But stumble he does, and despite his display of klutziness, he only slams into the table those two are in, by consequence, hitting it hard enough to tip over the glasses of wine on the table. <br><br>Hope no one was wearing white.<br><br>Mike blinks, expression shifting as he focuses on tending to fallen Wade instead.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Aaaahhh you got me! You little wise guy. Why yes he looks like me. A well lush and tidy fellow." He recoils as she screams at the haters. <br><br>He turns around and says, "They're as real as your bimbo's boobs." The man gets up and says, "You can't say that to about my wife! " <br><br>Thomas says, "I wasn't saying it about her boobs. Those are obviously fake!" That's about when Wade slams into the table and spills the hates' wine all over them and the table. <br><br>The manager hurries over to speak to the two haters, he mollifies them somewhat, sees it is a losing battle and asks them to leave. He tuns to Thomas and Pixie. <br><br>"Mr. Blake... I am so sorry. I saw this whole thing. You were provoked." He takes Megan's hand and pats it. <br><br>"My dear you are a lovely young lady and welcome. Please, sit down, enjoy your meal and I'll send a bottle of our finest white wine for you and your father." <br><br>Thomas facepalms, defeated.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:392|Megan Gwynn (392)}} has posed:'''<br>Megan Gwynn's eyes widen as Wade 'clutzes out' on the haters abs is quite surprised when the waiter comes to her defence, not used to that sort of service. <br><br>And then Thomas gets involved and her eyes are about to pop out of her head..And then the waiter says THAT and she likes about ready to faint..<br><br>"What the heck?! Does he look like my father? Do I look that young to you?! Bah! Just get me that wine!!!" her wings are starting to flutter quickly now, so rating fairy dust randomly, blindly. oops?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the couple was shown out, so infuriated with Thomas that they didn't even notice the spilled drinks, Mike helps Wade up. "Well that was a wasted move." Mike mutters to the elder rocker. <br><br>Wade looks to the exiting pair and snerks. "Was it though?"<br><br>Seeing the expression, Mike turns his head and looks. A hand immediately goes up cupping his mouth. Unfortunately three things were going against the lady who made the commentary about Megan. One. The wine was red. Two. Her skirt was white. And Three, in her shared hatred of another couple, she didn't seem to notice where the stain is gathered. "...Oh."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/08/03<br />
|Location=Empire Diner<br />
|Synopsis=Delores gets three steaks! Then Thomas and Michael take them from her (to be fair, they did order them). The men are upset about the quality of the writers on their show. Delores is thoroughly bamboosled. Also:<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979,4288<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With it neither being the lunch hour nor the dinner hour, the Empire diner is currently experiencing what could be considered a lull period. There are plenty of seats available in the diner, but the tables that go with them are mostly in need of busing. With the only Front end worker currently ringing up an order over the phone, that's not happening anytime soon. <br><br>But should one want to wander ALLLLLLL the way to the other side of the diner, there are a few clean tables left. And near those clean tables are a pair of men. The smaller of the two ended up with the seat showing his back to the rest of the restaurant, but the mirrored backing to the wall does not make him at all blind to what's going on behind him. <br><br>That is, if Mike were to stare at the mirror. Instead the musician turned actor is sipping his coffee and glancing down to a small bound printout before him. A brow arching as he looks to the paper.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks over the diner table at Mike and points to the script he was reading from. "This is the most juvenile crap I ever was in my life. And that's insulting the intelligence of juveniles! What happened to the story hooks we established in Season One? The drug ring targeting Mutants, the new vigilante? The corrupt acting commissioner? That was some good stuff!! Now here -we're just throwing each other in death traps. Whut happened? And... they have you, the Music Master, stealing hats. You're off theme!" He says the last with his voice dripping venom. He nudges Mike's print out to him. "G'head, read it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4288|Delores Klein (4288)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The woman who enters the diner looks as out of time as the diner itself. She puts on a smile as she enters the place, waving to the wait staff who smile and wave back before pointing her at a table. She walks toward it and notices the two men at a nearby table, though she largely ignores them and sits down with her back to them, looking out the window. What a lovely day.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing Thomas's complaint, Mike looks over to the copy in front of the larger man. Determining where he is reading, the musician gives a small nod. "Yeah it's pretty much gone camp." Mike agrees, "I don't think the writers were really expecting the show to be renewed so they didn't have enough ideas lined up to fill out another order. He flips back a few pages, "I'm surprised you're taking the hairball gag scene so well."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gestures annoyedly. "So you get this weapon that fires solid light music notes at people. Music is SOUND. No more hypnotizing people... wait what?" H flips through the script. "I spit out a airball that tuns out to be a grenade... I'm not doing it. And... they nixed Fluffy. I get to drive a Cat-illac. Cat Woman is laughing herself sick somewhere. And... the heck is up with the Ivy League? They get thrown though a turbine and get their costumes shredded? Dude, I didn't get those ladies employment to demean them. I'm going straight to Pete." <br><br>Thomas indulges in raising his voice, which fortunately is rare. A few heads turn. "What? I am nice to the ladies and I watch out for them in my own way!" Catman PFFFts loudly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4288|Delores Klein (4288)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Delores plucks up a menu when it's provided and begins reading through it. She sits with very prim and proper posture, no slouch in her form at all. "Water, I think, please," she says to the waitress with a smile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The server gives a nod and moves back over to the counter to take care of that. <br><br>Mike stares at Thomas on his soapbox. Head tilting to the words being chosen. "It is a bit much. That's for sure." He allows, glancing to the coffee and the lack of plates. "Sure taking some time to get our food out."<br><br>The door to the kitchen slams open as a, seemingly still tired from the lunch rush, employee walks out with plates. There's a quick stride over, setting the food down in front of Delores before he quickly retreating back to the kitchen.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pulls his phone out and speed dials a number, "Hey buddy, you should clear your appointments for today because I'm coming down there in about an hour, grabbing you by your greasy mustache, yanking you out of that stupid tack suit you think makes you athletic and throwing you across the lot. Me? I'm okay. How are you? Good. Now what kind of garbage are they foisting on us. 'Foist'. It's a word. It means to force something on somebody through trickery... yes I read a lot of books in the slammer! How did I find the time when I was getting... listen Pete, the writing sucks. Why aren't you writing?! Why camp? Uhhuh. Uhuhuhuhuhuh." <br><br>"And that lady just got our lunches! Excuse me poised lady, those are our orders." He gets up to take the plates.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4288|Delores Klein (4288)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Delores raises an eyebrow as a lunch is placed in front of her, along with another. "Perplexing!" she agrees with a smile at Thomas. "Perhaps you're trying to foist something on me?" she continues innocently up at him from her place seated near him. She backs off from the attempted banter fairly quickly, however. "You'd better take them; he's not allowed to serve food twice."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike grows quiet as Thomas gets on the phone with the other producer. Another glance is directed downwards to the script is made before the general exchange of insults draws Mike's attention once more. The pauses raise some questions but there's a general sense that at times it is better to not ask. <br><br>The unspoken question is soon forgotten as Thomas's declaration about the misdirected lunches causes for the younger man to glance up, seeing the mirrored image of the Dual dished Delores. "F-" Mike bites back his commentary as he starts to get up, following after Thomas in time to hear Delores's suggestion.<br><br>"Hello." Mike greets, reaching over to pick up his plate. "Guess he thought you had a companion in the bathroom or something."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the other dish and smiles back. "Isn't 'foist' a great word? Like 'donning' or 'togs'. Don your battle togs! Let's see... Michael, you got the steak and I got... two steaks. You should eat more. Okay, the waiter is safe. He served it once. Then I served it." <br><br>"Apparently a group of civic minded citizens in Gotham have derided our show as being too dark and not reflective of the real Gotham. Also we're glamorizing criminals. This is the city that made Breaking Bad number one, by the way. Anyway they threw out the scripts ideas and wrote this... crap. He said if we didn't like it, write our own script. Since you're so talented and I'm a master criminal. I had no idea master criminals had trouble paying their bills."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"No, I only need the one." Mike responds in protest, looking to the dual steak plate. "I write music. Not scripts." He frowns, "If he's saying to write our own script, then I see no reason why we can't go with the ones they tossed."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/17<br />
|Location=Folkvangr<br />
|Synopsis=What do you do with a drunken Catman is answered.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,384,644<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake Has enjoyed the endless supply of venison steaks at Folkvangr. He even came to be well regarded after initial caution. He started to use up that regard fast, showing up in his leathers and gauntlets and ordering many drinks. The manager wisely called Gotham Cable and was referred to Shaw Studios. He soon started singing, doing knife tricks and then offering ides on his tiger. <br><br>Fucking Blakes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike is tired. Being that just yesterday he was on the outskirts of Latveria dealing with ...things, the flight back hadn't concluded that long ago. And once again the check in call with Wade resulted in him staying at the Happy Harbor retreat location to catch the much needed Zs. Much needed Zs that were interrupted by Wade contacting him again asking for a favor. <br><br>And so this is how Mike showed up at the Folkvangr. Tired, wearing a simple outfit consisting of jeans and a tee. His hair was pulled back into a half assed pony-tail and there's the general aire of IDGAF radiating off of him. <br><br>And yet he is here, being shown to where Thomas is by the host.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>The call was relayed through Blackhawk Transport directly to Zinda. After hanging up, Lady Blackhawk had a few very unladylike things to say about one of her relatives.<br><br>On the other hand it's been too long since she had to haul someone out of a bar. This could prove to be an enjoyable evening.<br><br>It's not long after Mike enters that a tremendous commotion is heard outside. The UH-1 Huey's rotors are a reasonable equivalent to a hurricane, even though it sets down in a cleared area close to the Folkvangr (as opposed to in the parking lot).<br><br>The engine cuts off and the noise is still dying down when Zinda bursts into the place. She is wearing jeans and boots, a prinstine white t-ehirt beneath a vintage flight jacket, plus her trademark blonde curls and a grin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Wade Shaw is a fucking narc. He should have let you sleep. He could have called another friend of mine. like... " He falls to playing chicken stabbing a knife between his fingers with precision. "Go home Mike. I'm closing this place." <br><br>His eyes narrow as he hears the chopper outside. They widen as Zinda enters. <br><br>"I liked you better with the hat."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike comes over to the bar in time for Thomas to make his observation about Wade. "Wade Shaw got a phone call that basically said it's me coming here or the police and I don't think you or the police need that headache."<br><br>Hearing Thomas's greeting directed over to the elder Blake, Mike looks over to her. "Evening. Phonecall too?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sorry, nephew, that's fer special occasions." Zinda quips back. "It's an antique, y'know." She doesn't head immediately over to Thomas, but makes a detour in the direction of strong drink first. Mike gets a knowing look.<br><br>"Heya, Sugah! Somethin' like yours' Ah'd expect." Zinda lowers her voice just a notch, which means the WHOLE room can't hear it. "Gonna need a hand here in just a sec." The knowing look gets a knowing wink as Zinda heads towards Thomas with a couple pewter tankards of ale.<br><br>She offers the one in her right hand, careful not to spill. "Here ya' go. Careful now..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the tankard. Zinda's legendary right hook follows and is really a thing of beauty as it smashes into his jaw. His eyes roll back then focus on Zinda, flashing angrily. He gets to his feet and draws his hand back, claws popping from his glove. Then he misses by a mile and flips himself over the table, to land on his feet, before falling on his face. <br><br>"Sometimes... landing on yuh feet don't mean shit..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>It is a good thing that Zinda gave a small warning before following through. That warning saved Mike the added effort of sitting down only to get right back up. <br><br>What? He had been thinking about talking things out. That could take awhile.<br><br>After watching the quick exchange go off, the tired musician blinks. Ok, so change of plans. Remove, THEN soothe. Got it. Mike moves over to where Thomas fell, and crouches down. "Hey Tom. Maybe we can take this back to the estate tonight? I'm sure Rasputin's missing you."<br><br>Maybe?<br><br>Well. Thomas is probably feeding him so that'd be reason.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>The claws are a surprise, and Zinda's blue eyes go wide at the sight. The wide swing and failed acrobatics *are* something she's seen before, however, usually in the closing act of so many bar fights. Leaning in, she takes a deep drink from the tankard she's still holding, trying to avoid sloshing more of the ale onto the floor.<br><br>"Stay -down-, Thomas. Listen to Mike, now, yeah? Be a lot easier if you leave with us. Ah'll even give you a fun ride in a hee-lee-o-copter."<br><br>"C'mon, now. How's that sound? Be a real shame to dent this pretty mug on yer thick noggin' an' waste more ale."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake's eyes uncross. "You soothing or cracking me in the skull? Make up your mind. Rasputin's sleeping." <br><br>Thomas rolls over and gets up slowly. He looks at his hand and says, "Holy fuck. How long these tings been out?" He snaps them back in. Then he looks at Zinda and attempts to hug her, "Sorry Aunt Zinda. Really sorry. I shouldn't have... done that but I get punched and I go crazy. Sometimes I don't need a punch. I'llllll go back to the house. It just ain't a home, you know? No place is. What I told my daughter... she should stay away."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas gets up, so does Mike. He watches quietly as Thomas makes his apologies to Zinda. He offers up a small smile once Thomas is done. "Okay. We'll head back now. Don't worry about the bill. Wade's settling it."<br><br>The mention of a daughter does get a bit of a look but the musician shakes it off. "I'll stick around as long as you need me to." He offers, not daring to speak for Zinda.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake settles easily into the hug, keeping one arm free because, well, still holding the ale. She grins up at him as she eases a shoulder under his arm for support. "S'okay, sugah. You ain't th' first person Ah know who needed a lil' tap to get his attention."<br><br>Zinda pauses to drain her tankard in a long, steady pull before setting it down and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.<br><br>"Ah'm serious about th' chopper ride, nephew." she looks over to Mike, giving a nod of appreciation as well. "We'll keep th' doors open. Night air an' thumpin' rotors are great therapy." Another glance is exchanged with Mike and she adds. "Ah'll stay up with ya', too."<br><br>As the three make their way to the door, Zinda adds. "Next time Ah'll wear my other jacket. Thought Ah had mah brass knuckles in this'n...."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/24<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=Mike goes looking for the Screaming Whisper that wandered off during lunch. Catman finds it. He's not that happy.<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,384<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake had spent an unproductive night pursuing some leads for Pixie on her Yakuza problem. Sometimes it helped a girl to have friends in low places. He is only human though. When he finished his scenes and had a wait he snuck away to his trailer to take a catnap. <br><br>Yeah laugh it up. <br><br> The catnap was begun quickly. He could fall asleep almost instantly. He did set his phone to wake him up with an alarm. He fell into a deep and dreamless sleep. This was a good thing, if you had any idea what he normally dreamt.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Deep and dreamless.<br><br>Or so Thomas presumes. The trailer might have been locked but that wasn't much of a consideration for the nightmare that came near. Coming to the side of Thomas, the featureless, mannequin like face peers downwards. Waiting with a menacing air to it.<br><br>While the creature waits patiently, the one who had been tasked with it is wandering the lot in search of it. It appears there are a lot of people taking naps throughout the property. Yeesh. The musician grumbles as another lead is lost. Closing his eyes, he checks for any more dreams in the area.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake wakes up. Or does he dream he is awake. He sees the dark shape out of the corner of his eye. Usually this would in the fast draw of a knife and the injury or death of the intruder. His hand barely twitches. This is not normal, especially for a man used to his own body's flawless performance. He tries to move and barely twitches. He breathes in sharply.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's brows raise as the glimpse of a familiar figure comes to view along with the sought after quarry. "Shit." the musician mutters as he starts sprinting towards Thomas's trailer. <br><br>With the chosen victim lying mostly paralyzed, the figure leans in closer. There's the slight sound that could be termed as a long drawn breath being slowly let out. A hand reaches towards Thomas with the same amount of speed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake was this thing playing? Practicing? It would have to practice on someone else. <br><br>He rolls out of bed with a sickening snap inside him. The knife does come out as he lets out a scream of pure rage. Then a knife protruding from the trailer. The trailer continues to rock as a big man bounds around searching. <br><br>Then the door slams open. Thomas looks around, sees Mike and well something clicks. Wordlessly he points and then begins walking towards him. <br><br>Dangerous being in front of Thomas when he walks like that.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>When the visual of the nightmare fades away from Mike's sight, his steps start to slow. Based from the owner of that dream, and the origin of the scream that was just let out, he had a good idea where his tag along had wandered off to. The trailer is in sight so if the Screaming Whisper tries leaving, he'll be sure to see it and collect it. So...best take a moment to figure out what to say. He had a STRONG feeling that his costar wasn't all that pleased.<br><br>Oh hi Thomas, just here to collect a nightmare? Well, that's weird. Nah, he needs something el-<br><br>Mike's steps slow to a complete stop as the sound of metal door slamming against metal trailer frame reverberates across the lot, exposing Thomas. Initially Mike's first reaction is to start smiling but with the hand gesture, Mike realizes he's seeing a very...VERY pissed off looking Thomas. <br><br>...<br><br>Oh shit. "Uh, hi Thomas." <br><br>Mike starts backing away. "You seem upset."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake masters his rage. Somewhat. <br><br>"You set that THING on me? Over me and Pixie? Seriously? Tell me the truth. There aren't any others with your talents on the lot. Tell me why you did that to me. Fassssst." He stops walking.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike tilts his head to glance around Thomas at the trailer. No escapees yet. Which is good. It's uncertain for how long. <br><br>His glance moves over to Thomas as he asks his questions. "Why the hell would I do that?!", Mike snaps, "I didn't send it after you. I was trying to track it down!"<br><br>Mike takes a few more steps back before realizing Thomas has stopped advancing. He stumbles to a stop. Shifting his weight to look over to the trailer once more.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake considers briefly. <br><br>"You have enough brains not to lie to me when you're this close. Get that damned thing out of my trailer! You can't let it walk around loose! What if I handled Rasputin like that? You have responsibilities! Go! Fuck... I jammed my knife through the wall... now I gotta sharpen it all over."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With Thomas acknowledging the explanation to be likely true, the musician nods. "Yeah planning on it." Once he's sure Thomas is going to let him by, the musician starts heading towards the trailer. The still open door making it easy for him to look inside. <br><br>There's a whistle. "Hey Whisp." Mike calls, opting to give it something to address it by. "Get back here."<br><br>True to Dream's word, even though it may have wondered off, once the instructions were given, the Screaming Whisper came out of the trailer to move to Mike's side.<br><br>But Thomas will probably have to take his word for it.<br><br>"Alright." Mike replies, turning to look to Thomas, "It's out."<br><br>He looks to the Whisper, which appears to be between Mike and Thomas now. "Don't wander off this time."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake glares in the Whisperer's general direction. If pure malevolence could hurt the being, it was hurting now. <br><br>"Tell it this isn't over. Next time, I'll be ready. And you mind it. Get a tether or something!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike looks over to Thomas as he's issuing threats to the newly woken Screaming Whisper. "It's just a baby, Thomas. I think. Either way, it can't hurt you."<br><br>Physically.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake snerks. "Baby lions still have claws. And teeth. Be careful with it. This is a dream thing? I thought you don't do nightmares. go bother Pete. He steps on puppies for laughs! Tall thin, balding guy with a mustache. Likes track suits and Axe cologne."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The response from Mike is delayed. "Nightmares are dreams too." He finally responds, the tone, while not happy, seems a bit accepting of the matter. "Every time I think I got it figured out, someone changes the damn rules." He looks over to Whisp and then back over to Thomas. "Sorry for the rude awakening."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake relents a little. "This is an argument for sleeping next to Pixie. She has that soul knife of hers. Be advised. And by sleeping, I mean sleeping. If you think I'd pressure such a sweet innocent woman, you're wrong. Not saying it's easy. But that's the way I'm playing it. I'll see what happens."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike furrows his brow. "I'm not sure HOW this is an argument for sleeping next to Pixie." Mike admits, "But you're REALLY wanting to talk about that topic aren't you? You and Pixie?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shakes his head. "Because she could hurt that thing with her sparkly dagger. No. I said all I'm saying. I'm going to try to land before my next scene. I'll see you later." Thomas goes back in the trailer. After a moment the knife is pulled out of the wall.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the somewhat reformed villain heads back to his trailer for a second attempt at sleep. Mike watches the older man's departure. He starts to look away but the shlllp! of the knife being pulled through the trailer wall brings his attention back. <br><br>He watches for a few moments more before looking over to the Screaming Whisper. "Ok Whisp. I need you to behave through the next two meetings. After that- We'll see..."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/06/24<br />
|Location=Blake House<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas and Saeko deal with the most relentless of foes. No spoilers.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,2176<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake wakes up after a very late night... of house repairs and clean up. He was starting to run short of liquid cash. There were a load of hidden expenses to this place: like the sub basement for Rasputin. On the plus sign, a tiger growling was a great burglar alarm. He gets up feeling a little woozy. There are several bandages on his hands, from a hammer that might've been cursed. The hot tub is still packed up. On the plus side, it is always nice to wake up to a warm body next to you. In his case it is a 600 lb. Siberian tiger, snoring peacefully. <br><br>Thomas lets him sleep and ponders breakfast.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> It had been a time since he'd seen her, perhaps there was a wondering that she had returned to the Amatsu-kami for who-knows-how-long... Saeko was nothing if not an unpredictable being. Yet, as Thomas dealt with the difficulty of rebuilding and the pondering of breakfast he'd smell...something. Warm scents, bread and meat perhaps? Sweet things added as he'd enter the kitchen to find a table laid out with a small feast and a familier 'human' currently dining on a strawberry. <br><br> "You're not allowed to eat any of it without making an offering, you know that right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake raises an eyebrow. He's still wearing his work pants. He fishes in the pocket and produces a fiver. No? No. He leans on the table next to the fox spirit provocatively. No!? Maybe later. He grumps over to the refrigerator and procures eggs. He begins frying them as only he can. That doesn't take long. He plates the eggs and sets them before Saeko. <br><br>"You came here for more eggs. Don't lie. Inari said, "Saeko-san why do you not bring me any of those wonderful eggs lately. Anyway, I did four. Two are for you." He sets the plate down and steals a kiss, then lingers for a hug.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> The money might have worked, but watching him move around was...at least amusing. Only after they kiss does she lean into his touch, a lift of the next strawberry from her plate offered up to his lips before she drums a fingertip on his shoulder. "I see you have found a place for yourself, no?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks around, accepting the lean, still hugging. "This was my family's summer house. It has some pleasant memories, and the usual kind. I finally paid the back taxes on it. Then I remembered the people of Happy Harbor were given a lot of reasons to dislike the Blakes. Wild parties, domestic disturbances, you name it. My father was always quick to pay people off, though the ill will remained. Anyway, it's mine now and Rasputin's. The townies were saying the place was haunted. I want them t keep thinking that and stay away. I have an in ground pen for the tiger, just waiting for the hedges to grow a little more to let him in there. It's good to see you. Everyone else comes and goes."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> "I'm still here," Saeko speaks lightly, licking her fingers clean after he takes the strawberry before she looks over the spread of the table. "Well, the very least I can do is offer you some company and something to eat, no?" she questions lightly and then giggles softly. "If you like."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake rests his chin on her shoulder. "Thomas like. Thomas like. Sorry the place is still a wreck." <br><br>Saeko will feel a familiar furry and massive bump on her hip. Thomas shifts his stance a little and scolds, "Go get your own kitsune, you're such a great hunter. This one spoken for. You gotta see this one. I just think of going out to get a burger and he's in the back of the van waiting."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> A little shift, the Kitsune lowers a hand to stroke against Rasputin's brow and then turns her head to peck Thomas' cheek. "Then eat, gain some strength. It looks like you have quite a bit of work ahead of you to bring this place up to what you wish it to be." <br><br> A beat, she shrugs lightly. "At least you do not have to worry about imps running around."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake releases Saeko, planting a kiss on her neck in passing. He pours a dry food into a massive bowl for Rasputin, who does a credible job of stalking it. Thomas butters a roll to start, puts some fruit... bacon! He manages to leave thee strips for Saeko and Rasputin. "You can have one strip Rasputin... you know what it does to you!" The tiger regards him sagely then returns to his kibble. <br><br>He eats the bacon, lustily, winking at Saeko, admiring her beauty, both of form and within. <br><br>"Catman! Catman! Come on out Catman! We want you!" <br><br>He starts a little at the cheer. "I figured they start passing out pitchforks and torches. I didn't think a lynch mob would form /this/ early!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> Not above partaking in the feast she'd conjured, Saeko gives a little sigh as she hears the angry knocking at the door, turning her gaze towards the direction. Her arms cross under her bust before she makes to give a little pout. <br><br> "You would think that they'd wait for breakfast first, no?" she murmers before plucking another strawberry for herself and making to stand. "It's simply rude."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake hyumphs towards the front door. At some point in mid hyumph, he grabs a large shotgun. "I don't expect to use this. It's just for effect. So... shirt or barechested?" He is bare chested as it happens and without waiting for a reply he strides to the front door, whipping it open. <br><br>Screaming erupts from the font of the house.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> There had been intent for the fox to use a trick of her own, but Thomas seemed to want to resolve things more...traditionally. A little shrug from Saeko and she moved, making to follow along with her arms crossing under her ample bust and a look of amusement on her face.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Blam! Door opens. Thomas Blake strides out. He cocks the shotgun one handed working the slide by swinging the gun about before cradling it in both arms across his very heavily muscled, and scarred chest. He squints, the sunlight in his eyes. Let them gawk. They wanted Catman, they got him. Stupid townies! <br><br>"Squee! It's really him! We love you Catman! Eeee! You said he was wearing a muscle suit! Hah! I want to have his kittens. Hey Catman, look over here! Catman, can we take pictures with you! Where's the tiger!" <br><br>"What... the... fuck?" Thomas says. He notes a bunch of people holding up Theme of the Crime Banners, some pictures of him, and Rasputin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> That was...unexpected, Saeko's intention to conjure tricks or dangers to scare a mob away fades with a little look of amusement before she steps back inside, laughter bubbling in her throat. He was a womanizer, she knew that much, but now? He had to deal with the dreaded issue of fangirls!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh who's she Catman? People said you were out with Aurora, is that true? Sign my boob, Mr. Blake. IS she on going to be on your show?" <br><br>"... form an orderly line," is the gruff reply. He sticks the gun back in the foyer, taking a moment to shoot the giggling Saeko a look of death. He whispers, "You're enjoying this entirely too much. Rasputin, want to meet the townies?" <br><br>Hell no. The tiger returns to his breakfast, possibly all their breakfasts. There is bacon. <br><br>Thomas exits. There are murmurs, the flash of phone cameras, more squeeing. It takes a little bit but he comes back in, shuts the door and leans back to slide down a wall. <br>"I rather fight lions and demons. I rather fight a lion-demon Batman." He sighs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> "You know you're going to have to move," Saeko questions as she makes to lounge, the tiger given a little scritch before the fox turns on the spot and makes a beckoning with her finger, summoning a muffin to float from the table to her hand. "or find an offering good enough for us to deal with their memories, or you're never going to have peace here again. I wager some are already thinking about climbing through a window."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gets up. "Mess with their memories? They're fans! And I do a couple of Theme of the Crime episodes each season. I'm not going to make the show suffer. No, I'll get a lock and fix the front gate. Set up security. This won't go down again. Besides... they'll be fixating on Nightwing or someone else next week. They just threw me... I'm not used to people cheering me. Cheering for my wounding, maiming, death yes. Signing a girl's belly is a new experience. You want me to autograph anything on you?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> A little click of her tongue and she shakes her head lightly, taking another bite of her fruit and pointing to herself. "As much as I'm sure you'd like to sign some form of ownership onto me...maybe not today."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake frowns. "I couldn't afford to keep you. Anyway, you already got your claim on /me/." He points to the fox tattoo on his shoulder. He puts his arm around Saeko's shoulders to beep her nose. "And man, you kitsune have commitment issues worse than superheroes." He beeps her again and yanks his hand back, careful of those pearly whites. <br><br>"People like me. Well, they like the part I play, which is not quite me. You like the real me, bloodied hands and all."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2176|Saeko (2176)}} has posed:'''<br> A little smirk, Saeko grins at that, leaning into the shoulder with the tattoo decorating it and then grinning lightly. "I mean, not so much. It's more that mortals have a bad habit of short lifespans..." she trails off before making to gesture to the man's own face. "But you're right, it is Thomas Blake I like, not a reflection of him."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nuzzles the kitsune. Any words right now would just be unnecessary.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/07<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=Lights! Camera! Squeeeeeeal!!<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,4240,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake got a memo from... someone. It wasn't his fault he didn't read it through. They were serving ribs at the cafeteria. The ribs were gone and memo had seen better days. He had mistaken it for his napkin. So we find him sitting on the curb at his favorite spot, where he can greet that stupid little tram as it goes by and goof on people. Usually the goofing consists of sitting and holding his tiger on a leash. The tiger, Rasputin, is n a relatively good mood, having destroyed enough lasagna to trigger a bunch of Garfield memes on social media. Thomas announced he was going to find the original poster and then probably be jailed. "Anyway, I gotta give some asshole named Ber... something a tour." Rasputin yawns. <br><br>"that's about how I feel about it but it's in my contract. So, I drag you along and you... be yourself. Shortest tour in history. There's some antelope in it for you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>The tram goes by and then stops about ten feet away, stepping off of it is a blonde woman in a pink plaid miniskirt. She's got some rainbow coloration in her hair, along with a lot of black for the clothing, leggings, and shoes. She is grinning though, "Oh my god! A tiger?!" She is squealing a little and moving forward, quickly, she's even hunched over a little like she's approaching some housecat who is now in danger of being picked up, cuddled, and snuggled to annoyance.<br><br>"Hello! Tiger, wiger, you are soooooooo cute." Looking up to Thomas she beams a smile, "Hey, is this tiger yours?" It is on a leash, that much should be obvious, "Are they pet okay?" So distracted from her meeting now, she is lucky she's a little early but now? Who knows if she'll make it, but who can pass up an opportunity like this?!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>FFS. He holds a hand up to alt any further movement. "Don't come any closer. This isn't a house cat!" <br><br>He gives another look, a slightly longer one. But, he has no desire to see a young girl get clawed. Yes... girl definitely. You had to get smacked around or do the smacking somewhat to be upgraded to woman. <br><br>Girls are nice too. <br><br>"And... who would you be, running around here stealing attention away from all the five through eights?" <br><br>Rasputin, for his part, peeks around Thomas' leg, shoving him a bit, ears up for scratches and purrs. <br><br>Fucking traitor. He's supposed to be grouchy for meeting Ber... something.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>And there's a pause, stopping in mid walk. She's still crouched over a bit, her hands are out forward in that 'ready to scritch' position, and she's stopping in place. Her eyes look around, she's smiling still, and looking about, and then she starts to inch forward again. "Oooooh, I can't resist!"<br><br>The 'girl' moves forward the last little distance between her and the tiger's head, seeing as Rasputin is coming forward and there she relaxes from her 'paused' position and starts idly scritching, petting and patting. "You are such a thoughtful person, keeping my safety in mind. What's the tiger's name?" A pause, and she wonders, "And, yours, nice to meet you. I am Beroe. Like Bear, Oh!" She giggles lightly, bright big smile at her own little pronunciation guide to her name, "I am here to meet some big wig, who is going to give me a tour of this place. I'm SO EXCITED!" She says, and can't hide it. All while still petting, scritching the tiger.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes Beroe's wrist, gently and removes it from the tiger. Removing the tiger is way harder. "Listen, sweetie, I applaud your enthusiasm, but he's really only safe around four people. Take it easy on him. He has a full belly right now." <br><br>He looks at the empty tram for... The lightbulb goes off over his head. <br><br>"You're... " He takes her hand and shakes it. "How do you do... I'm Catman, the big wig. This is Rasputin, my animal companion." He was expecting a guy. She was definitely not. In fact she banished all notions of 'guy' from Thomas' brain at the moment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>Her hands are sort of moved, and still making the scritching motion until they are fully gone, and she puts them to her side. Beroe smiles, "You think I'm sweet? That's really nice of you to notice." And then to Rasputin she winks, "Maybe we'll figure out how to make it 5 people, I'll have to plan better next time. Steaks, or something." And she pulls up her phone, "Google, remind me to buy steaks for Rasputin tomorrow at 10am."<br><br>Wait, she doesn't have pockets on her, and the phone wasn't there in her hand, instead she just sort of reached into 'nothing' her hand went away and she pulled her phone back when it came out. Then she's putting it back into this nothing space. "Oh! I see. Catman, has a big cat, is the BIG WIG, this all makes total sense now. I am Beroe, yep. The social media ... influencer, type person, I had a fan who said they helped with some entertainment show or something, and thought I might fit in here? I'm thinking my kidnapping rescue got noticed, it clearly wasn't the Goth4Us skirt I'm wearing today. Since I got it today!"<br><br>A pause, "Oh, would you mind if I took a selfie with Rasputin? My followers would LOVE to see him. I'm sure. I won't get close, just in the shot?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake find himself holding nothing. He looks at the tiger and Beroe, who weighs about as much as Rasputin's leg. He ponders a moment. "For now, I stand between you and the tiger. Then you can get closer. And we can work on it being five people for Rasputin and maybe me." He winks and stands close by Rasputin, almost snuggling him. He holds up an arm to Beroe. "Come right in." As for the sleight of hand? It is barely noticed. He has seen women hide all manner of things in smaller rigs than what Beroe has on. "Uhm, you want my mask on, the whole villain thing? Oh, no flash please. We hate that."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>Beroe is definitely petite, all small framed and everything. She is dwarfed by the Catman and his Cat, and she takes a moment then to position her camera to get a good shot. To do so she hunches down a bit, squatting just a little, having Thomas in between her and the tiger, and having the tiger ominously in the background. "A mask? Villain? Oooh, could you put on a mask and kind of hold up you hands like you were 'gonna get me?' and I can look like I'm afraid." Her eyes go wide and she looks up a bit but still mostly at the camera giving off that horror film girl is afraid of a monster behind her look. Her free hand coming up to her chest and everything, and will take the picture once things are set up.<br><br>Assuming everything goes well with the picture, she will put it up on her page with a caption: Amazing Tour so Far, you wouldn't - oh no who's that?! Kidding, I'm safe and having a wonderful time, amazingly considerate host.<br><br>The offered arm is then taken, she kind of loops to her elbow, walking along, "So, what is it you all do here?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake flips the mask up and over his face. He steps close and the arm goes around Beroe's waist. Actually it could go around her waist twice. He holds her close and puts her into a sort of dip and adopts a menacing air. You might think he's not acting, it seems too natural. <br><br>It is natural to him, let's face it. he's a mediocre actor but the show is not really acting to him. He can't stop a bit of a smile. This is fun. His other and twitches at the leash and Rasputin comes around to look at the proceedings. <br><br>"Rasputin... guard." A the instruction Rasputin's head lowers, his ears are laid back and a soft yet menacing growl escapes him. <br><br>"Is this too much?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>Looking over at her phone, Beroe shakes her head, and then snaps the picture, she smiles back up at Thomas, "Oh, no no no! It's perfect." She mentions and then shows the picture to him, and the likes it is already getting. "People love it. Cats are super popular online. And I think I can fit that damsel trapped look. This was great! Thank you so much. Rasputin, you did well, as well, of course, such a natural." As if the tiger can understand a thing she's saying.<br><br>With that though she waits, letting Thomas bring her back up to her feet fully, "You did well. It's such a good mask, the pose, it's like you've trapped goth girls before." She beams, with a teasing tone, and then she stuffs her phone back away into a pocket. From this angle, it's a little easier to notice and if Thomas is looking he can see the hole kind of shows a nightstand on the other side, a phone wireless charger type stand, and a bedroom, but then it goes away when she pulls her arm back out without her phone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says "Rasputin, down." The tiger relaxes a bit. Catman bends down to nuzzle the tiger. He pulls his mask back, then returns Beroe you her locked and upright position. He doesn't quite relinquish her, draping an arm over her shoulders. "I can get into my full costume if you like, show you the giant cat robot. You seem pretty game." He nods to Rasputin's handler who takes the leash. "C'mon Rasputin. Chicken for you?" <br><br>"I do have a share of fans. Honestly, you have tons more I'm sure. I mean I'm just a reformed criminal who dressed like a cat. I can see if some of the other villains are around."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>A giant robot? "A giant cat robot? Wowwie. That's like all 3 major internet factors in one. Cat, giant robot, and ex-villain." Beroe doesn't remove the arm or anything like that, she's just walking along with Catman for now. "Are you popular on TikTok or Insta?" She questions as she's moving along and the words come out about fans, and then she wonders, "You were a criminal? That's really an awesome thing having made it out of that life, and doing something else with your life." Just exuding cheerful optimism and compliments like they were going out of style. "What do you do now, though? And meeting some villains would be super sweet. I bet they have great stories to tell about all the Heroes, the way things fell apart for themselves, what they love about their lifestyle. I can't wait!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake stops and turns Beroe around. "I don't know what those are. I'm kind of a... jungle man. I am the only actual villain. The others are&nbsp;&nbsp;actors playing characters based based on different criminals. As for doing something else with my life, right now, this is about it. As for villainy... I wasted a fortune and wanted more money. ^The costume, the cat stuff... I wanted some branding and I wanted to prove I was the smartest guy in the room. You see how that worked. A lot of it was ego. Some of it... " he leans a little closer in a conspirator's manner, "I like danger. Everyone likes a little. It's why they ride roller coasters or drive through the Narrows when they're low on gas. What do you like? Clubbing, rock climbing, walks in nature? Car chases?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>Tilting her head some, Beroe smiles, and listens, and then ooohs, "A jungle man? That's interesting. Were you a villain in the jungle with a giant cat robot? That SOUNDS like an anime, for sure." And she is just beaming, non-stop, it's hard for her not to smile, though she is looking around as well, and then back to Thomas when he talks about his change over from villainy to this, "So, what -is- this?" She still hasn't really gotten an answer, "Do you make a tv show? Is it an online streaming content creation type studio? I am still a little lost on that."<br><br>Then her own interests are asked about and she nods, "Oh, I like danger. Don't get me wrong, because then I know what to save people from! I haven't been on any roller coasters, and I don't own a car ... I feel like I am certainly missing out. I have been clubbing a few times, it helps to popularize the brands I wear and use. I really like, helping others succeed. And yes! I love walks in nature, and car chases, in movies, never been in one." She giggles lightly, grinning big, "I bet you've done ALL those things, though, right? Being a villain must've been fun though, but now better, sometimes it's important to learn that fun isn't growth."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake resumes walking and draping an arm around Beroe's shoulders. She just fits so nice. "Theme of the Crime is a cable show about criminals operating in Gotham who commit crimes according to themes. They fictionalize the other characters. I sold out so they can use my identity. See that hefty guy over there plays the Puffin -hey Rich! We'll get back to him. As for what I've done... you'd be surprised at some of the stuff. I like doing what I'm doing now though. Would you want to do dinner or some dancing sometime or is that against your principles. I don't understand what an influencer does. I was expecting some leg breaker in a bad suit with hairy knuckles here to tell me who to like and threaten violence."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>Fitting nicely is something she does, since she's small and doesn't shy away from attention. Instead, Beroe keeps walking, "Theme of the Crime, oh, it's on cable tv? That's probably why I don't know what it is!" She laughs lightly and shakes her head some making her colorful pigtails play across her shoulders some, "That's interesting though. Taking crime in Gotham, turning it into a show, and people can sort of see things from the 'other side' as it were." A quick wave goes to Rich as she's walking, just greeting people that Thomas did. "Dinner, or dancing? Why would those be against my principles?" She seems a bit confused but continues, since she's an Influencer and can explain, "Oh! I takes pictures, of me, videos of me, and the stuff my sponsors and people I am sponsoring, get me. So, like, my choker or skirt, they were gifts I got. People follow me, they see me with these things, I put links into my posts, and small businesses get orders from my followers. Some of them anyhow, people who probably would've never seen their small online or real life footprints."<br><br> A pause, "Does that make sense? Now I'm expanding. I hate to say it in the company, but as a Hero. Not a villain, but I'd love to pick your brain, get some insight, so I'm better prepared. That'd be easier over food than while dancing though. To be honest."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake ponders for a minute. "A hero. Let me tell you... we're all just people, despite what the /other/ side will ave you believe. I tried to help someone with that goal and she's a good person, I wish her well but... she runs in different circles now. I... wee can do dinner. I respect that you want to hear our side of things. I mean I will admit... I've done bad things. I've fought people who wanted me dead. They failed, let's say. I went to prison for what I'd done and then the Alien Invasion commenced and I was let loose on the alien shapeshifters running loose in Gotham. It was a dark time. I received a pardon. I don't know what the moral is. I know what the species called Durlans smells like though. I caught a lot of them that way. Anyway, I'm kind of like Rasputin. Good looking but be careful. Dinner would be good, you aren't a Vegan, are you?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, don't I know it! I met some people yesterday that weren't good people, but they were still people. Everyone deserves a second, or third, or even more chance to do the right thing." Beroe offers alongside your commentary about 'the other side's view. She takes a moment and thinks about being a vegan and shakes her head, "I'm not a vegan, though I try and avoid eating anything that's too bad. I do try and stick to veggies, whenever, possible, but I also know that there's a natural order of things. I just wish people would stop being bad to animals, whether or not they might end up as food, they still deserve good lives." Offers the bubbly young woman.<br><br>With a momentary pause she adds, "Well, thank you for helping to save us all from the aliens. That sounds like it must've been tough. I wasn't ready yet, my abilities came in late, and they're still ... tricky. But I'm working on it, and we have to try, if we have abilities, right? It's part of what makes us good, trying, not whether or not we have done a few bad things."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks down at Beroe and says, "If you aren't really sweet, the act is perfect. Also I'm guessing you were about 12 when the Invasion came. No worries there. As for dinner, steakhouse I use has all manner of sides. Mind you, I'm one of those people who considers chicken a vegetable, so I am biased." He stops with Beroe in front of a huge set of garage doors. <br><br>Wait here. Get your phone ready..." He runs into the side door. After a couple minutes a loud engine starts up and settles into a purr worthy of Rasputin. The doors slide up and Fluffy comes out. <br><br>Fluffy being a steel plated robot in the form of a cat, with glowing bad ass robot eyes. Thomas has changed into the rest of his Catman costume, complete with cape. He is riding and controlling the robot. He hits several controls and Fluffy moves forward, stopping before the petite woman. "We're ready for our close up..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a soft grin and giggle associated with the sweet comment, "I like to think of myself as nice, but not sweeeeet. Thanks! It means a lot to me that others value my words." With the comment about being 12, Beroe mentions, "That LONG ago? Wow, has it been so long." Of course, that's about a third of her life ago, so it was a long time. And she ohs, and pulls out her phone.<br><br>Holding her phone out she gets ready for the shot, taking a few of the large robot and Catman on it, and she then ohs and smiles, zooming in a moment. Then she reaches out, and away, popping the phone a good 20 feet away. "This needs to go a bit further for the shot, to get it all." And then she scoots up to the robot standing near it to give a perspective of size, puts out her fingers in a V for victory sign, then her other hand goes through a hole in, space, and taps the camera button on her screen, before grabbing her phone and pulling it through. "Wow! This is a great robot." Instead of looking at the robot, for this moment, she's looking at the picture of the robot she's in front of. Then turns, "Did you build it?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "I subcontracted -a lot. I can't say who. I can maintain him. We had some major rebuilds and upgrades recently. Also can't say whom. They value their privacy. We have a parking lot outside. You want to take a ride? I call him... Fluffy." He reaches down and offers the slim woman an assist. " <br><br>"Unless you portal yourself up here thew way you did the phone... yeah I caught that. Believe it or not my last two relationships involved women who could do portals." If the hand is taken, Beroe will yeeted up easily and be placed in front of Thomas.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>The hand is taken, and Beroe wonders about the word portal, "Oh, you mean my pockets?" She shakes her had, getting pulled up to the top of Fluffy. With that she grins, "Oh, you must have made lots of friends with all those engineers then? People are great, especially those who are experts on various topics you don't know yourself."<br><br>And once up top, Beroe continues on the 'pockets' conversation, "I can't really pocket myself many places, not, usually. It's a bit tricky the way they work, or don't. I do what I can as I can though, but right now? All I can do is grab my phone, and other things about the size of my hand." Spilling the beans pretty forthcomingly about her abilities. "I don't even have a car, though, so I mostly take the bus, or transit. If there's a terrible thing happening I can usually get to it faster though."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake puts his arms around her waist, to reach the controls of course! He can also make sure she doesn't fall off this way. Clean up your minds. <br><br>Thomas leans close to whisper in her ear, "Piece of advice... don't tell people what you can do. If you say you can lift ten tons, they will know to drop twenty tons on you. As for what you can do... every hero or villain started as a rookie. But tell people nothing and maybe, keep a gun or a taser next to your phone there. ... I did not know they make cotton candy scented body wash." Slight intake of breath. Then the thick arms are reaching around her to work the controls and Fluffy steps out into the overcast day. Thomas walks the robot to the middle of the parking lot. <br><br>"Want to take him for a run?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a bit of a thoughtful pause and then Beroe smiles, "I choose to think that people are better than that. Though, it is good advice, I think most people need to live by it. But, if I'm going to be a hero, a true, hero. I need to make sure that folks know me, and that includes my abilities." She offers in response to the words, nodding her head a few times, "But I will think about it. I just don't like being dishonest, and, um, I'm not good with weapons. Maybe, in the future, but guns definitely not. I don't want to kill anyone, ever."<br><br>It's her line in the sand, though she probably isn't even good with hurting people a lot. Though she hears the comment about the cotton candy and mentions, "Oh, I have body wash, hand soap AND body spray all cotton candy. Funny how it starts off grape smelling, but then just turns GREAT, smelling." She grins, though lets you control Fluffy, "Sure! A run sounds good."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods. Realizes Beroe can't see that. "Okay... there's different kinds of heroes. You don't have to expose yourself to danger. You can do a lot of god getting people recognized who do good things. Maybe learn some skills before you take on The Legion of Doom. Stop cyborg bullying. Patrol Tik.. Tok was it? The interwebs could use some heroes. Play to your strengths." He brings the robot cat to a gentle stop, its claws marring the pavement.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>The traveling on the cat gets a loud squeal from the woman in the pink skirt. She's clenching her hands into fists and pushing her arms up into the air like a person on a roller coaster, and then pulling them back down to shake them in excitement. "Wow, it's not at all like riding in a car!" She offers, and then nods her head, "Oh, yeah! There's tons of heroes who shouldn't be doing any heroing. That's why, heroes like me exist, so we can do the heavy lifting." A quick pause as the cat comes to a pause, "Who's the Legion of Doom? Are they famous villains you know? If so, would you introduce me? I would LOVE to get their take on what they do. See if we can't find some common ground."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Off towards the entrance of the lot, a hired car pulls past the security gate. As it start to pull in the parking lot, it comes to a slow as a giant robotic cat is blocking access to where the vehicle wants to go. <br><br>There's a loud, blarring honk that comes from the car. And another. And another. <br><br>The back door of the car opens up with a blond man in his mid 30s exiting out quickly. The door slams shut. "Nope!" Wade Shaw comments, clearing away from the car. "On your own!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake's eyes narrow. Mike would recognize that look. Wade might. "You want to blow that horn again?" <br>&lt;Blat blat!&gt; "Move that piece of crap outta the way, pretty boy! And take that chica back to her prom!" <br><br>"Sweetie, Imma put you down to avoid you becoming an accessory." He picks up Beroe and sets her down. &lt;Blat blaaaaaaaaaat!&gt; "Hey m... oh sh...!" Fluffy extends his claws and stretches a paw at the car. <br><br>The driver reverses out of the lot. Fast! <br><br>"Idiot!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>And up off the Catbotmobile Beroe goes. And she's now settled onto the ground, then there's a sudden motion of the car moving because the catbot is about to attack. She's not really sure what's going on, "Is this a movie stunt? Part of a show?" And then she starts looking around, big grin, "Am I ON TV?! My followers need to know about this RIGHT NOW!"<br><br>Reaching into space that isn't space, and grabbing her phone from seemingly nowhere as her arm disappears into that little pocket/portal thing, and then she has her phone in hand back in this space, starting to already start typing. Though she pauses and looks up, the car is gone, the cat robot is still here, and then she grins and snaps another selfie, typing in a caption: Guess who may have been an extra on a car show about giant robot cats?!<br><br>Putting the phone away again into that space, and looking back up to Catman she offers, "I would think it is pretty rare that a giant cat robot is in the way of their vehicle. Probably just a misunderstanding."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the exchange goes on. Wade convienitely finds something else to look at that is not in the general direction of the mecha cat and the Uber driver. If he doesn't SEE anything he can't really give much of a statement right? Instead, he opts to give the socially obligated full star rating of his drive and neglects to mention the honking at giant mecha.<br><br>When the sound of the car retreating occurs, he does glance to the entrance way, giving a mild look of amusement as the driver manages to angle the car JUST right enough to back out past the guard house without hitting the small structure. The gate that's down on the other hand... <br><br>CRACK!<br><br>Wade shakes his head at the departing vehicle before giving a shrug. Turning to look back over to the cat. <br><br>Beroe's question does cause for the label owner to look to the influencer. "No. You just saw an asshat driver get highly motivated enough to leave quickly." The man tilts his head up to look to Thomas, lifting a hand to give a wave of greeting.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake waves back enjoying the rare truce. Then he looks down at Beroe. He slides off the robot after pushing a button. Fluffy does a passable imitation of a cat licking their paw and grooming its face. "You... google the Legion of Doom. They do not give interviews. They could conquer a city or destroy it if it was worth their time. It isn't. You... superheroes have to know this sort of thing. I... tell me you're a black belt. Hit my hand as hard as you can. Hang on, Wade. Be with you in a minute... What brought you here." He holds his hand up, palm facing Beroe and really hoping that she can shoot bolts of justice at him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>There's no disappointment or lack of a smile coming from Beroe as she ohs and listens to Wade. She nods her head slowly, "It's nice to have motivation, gets you up in the morning." She beams, and then is looking back to Catman. Then to Wade again, "You two know one another? That's great! Already making friends. Hi, I'm Beroe." A quick excited wave, mostly in her hand with that quick back and forth motion.<br><br>When she hears Thomas start talking about things, she offers with a smile, "I will." Then it's interviews, so she starts thinking, "Maybe they'll do one off the books?" And then there's the question of being a black belt, she offers a cheesy grin with, "I own tons of black belts, but, I refuse to hit your hand. We aren't in a fight, I don't punch people." With her hand coming up to her forehead she wipes it with a whew, and laughs lightly, "That sounded like an interview, you are tough! Thanks for challenging me."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade nods as Beroe asks if he and Thomas know each other. "Oh we've met a few times." He allows, not offering up specifics. As Thomas has the issue of getting down from the cat to deal with first, he focuses on Beroe first. Introductions tend to have higher priority in conversation order anyways. "Wade Shaw." He returns, giving a nod in response to the wave. <br><br> When Thomas sets feet on the ground, he looks over to the cactor. "I have some choice words with the one managing the film schedule. And being he doesn't understand how a phone works..." He gives a smile.<br><br>Yep.<br><br>That. Type of smile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake notes he's seen that same smile on a few other faces, inaccurately portrayed by Theme of the Crime. he always thought there was a fine line between gang leader and manager. But he turns quickly back to Beroe. <br><br>"Listen... read up on the criminals. A lot of them will not care you're nice and want everyone to be happy... neither would I at one time. I'd not you flat and keep right on going. Go talk to the Titans. Tell them Vorpal's friend Thomas sent you. They might listen. Vorpal will if he's there. Go... subscribe to CapeNewzz -that geek Ted Kord put it out but it's like the Citizen's app for supers. His girlfriend Booster Gold has an app to to help new heroes like you find missions to help people. Just... ask around. Because my days of not giving a damn are apparently behind me." He holds his arms out for a hug. <br><br>Hopefully. He might come off as patronizing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>The smiles just get smiles in response from Beroe, "That's great! You can work together, and still be friends." Then there's a bit of an 'oh' and she questions Wade, "I can show your manager how to use a phone, if that's the problem? I also use a scheduling managing app..." And she reaches into the portal hole she creates to grab at her phone and starts flipping through it, looking for that app.<br><br>After a moment she looks up, "Hah! It's Time4U. Yep. This one is good, and it has cute animal emojis you can stamp on things you've done, or need to do. I put a sloth on things I need to reschedule." And then she's listening again to what Thomas is saying, "You know the Titans?! Wow! Would you introduce me? I follow a person who follows a person who puts up posts about where they've likely been spotted. And, I don't think Booster is anyone's girlfriend, he is a dream!"<br><br>Though she hasn't taken her eyes off of her phone yet, as she's giggling, "Oh my god, these memes." She says as she's scrolling through her feed, "Oh! Your cat robot is getting a lot of likes." Still scrolling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Wade looked away when Thomas did his thing, Thomas is correct not to pry any further. The smile was sufficient to convey no need to get in the line of fire. A polite warning of how bad another staffer's day was going to get. <br><br>Thomas's comment about another billionaire draws his attention. Leave it to Shaw to be following up on the wealthy NYC crowd. "I hear Kord's dating an actual female."<br><br>Wade looks over to Beroe as she assumes he represents Thomas. "Oh no. " Wade corrects, "I represent Nick Drago. Blake's his own guy." He pauses as he watches her work with a portal. "...What type of range do you have with that?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake has to admit Booster Gold is pretty damned hit but the rumor milll suggests he is into nerdy acrobatic types who wear goggles and the lady may just be a beard (he seems to know her from... somewhere). <br><br>Beroe may have some form of ADD. Or it may be a matter of her youth or being Beroe. Hug ignored he lets his arms fall. <br><br>For a moment the Catman is subdued, dare we say, thwarted by the influencer. For a moment he'd rather deal with Killer Croc. As for likes... he does well enough being disliked. People likeng you are way more aggravating. Then he brightens. <br><br>"Beroe... would you like a part on Theme of the Crime? The producers would love the (free) advertising you could bring. You could interview the actors. They'd even pay you. You do need a SAG card though but they're easy to get." <br><br>He glances at Wade to see his reaction. "If your acting takes off... Wade might be interested in managing you. He's very good at handling talent. He's the reason Nick Drago is alive."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>The misunderstanding about who is talking about who with regards to scheduling and such, doesn't hit Beroe enough for her to come back to, she's just nodding as she's looking at her screen. And then, done, she reaches back into the interspatial 'pocket' she makes, and puts her phone away again and then pulls her arm free from the little portal type space she's made. It appearing and disappearing as naturally and smoothly as one might, well, walk. "Range? Oh, I'm not sure, it varies." She doesn't sound like she's avoiding the question, just, that's the answer.<br><br>And, then her eyes widen! "A part? A part?! A PART?! Of a show? I mean, it's on cable, I've never been on cable TV!" She scream, squeals, high pitched exaggeratedly shakes with utter excitement. Then she's running up to Catman and hugs him, bouncing and jumping away, "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod." All the rest of it is undercurrent, completely forgotten, or not paid attention to, and she looks over at Wade, and squeals!<br><br>Yes, squeals. Her hands even clench together, she pulls her arms close to her ribs and the fists of joy shake as her face is all grins, and then she's running over to Wade with that excitement to try and hug him, if he doesn't do something, and she squeals AGAIN. Anyone with super hearing has probably got a migraine if they are anywhere nearby.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The manager type holds up his hands in a halting manner as Thomas recommends him to Beroe. "Technically ARA handles the requests for Drago's acting." Wade corrects, wincing a bit at the high pitched sounds the musician was trained for. "I'm more for the music side of things and the final scheduling. But the offer for Theme of the Crime was a bit more unorthodox so..." Wade glances over towards Thomas for a moment before looking back to Beroe. "But if you are looking for an agency to handle requests I could get you their information."<br><br>Wade looks over towards Thomas, "Nick's kind of a special case. I've worked with him since he was eighteen and it was years before I started representing him." He pauses, "And I'm not the reason why he's still alive. There's a lot of other people who deserve more credit for that. I'm-" He pauses, looking to the influencer. Opting not to go into much more detail than that.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Beroe gets hugged and yoinked a good six inches into the air. Thomas seldom hugs and he's usually undressing the person being hugged but her good mood is infectious. The hug ends far too soon for him. He looks at her going girl wild on Wade, and bites his knuckle in the guy symbol for holy crap! The discussion with Pete the producer should be interesting. Pete will be reminded Thomas was the one who got the Ivys hired and they contribute significantly to ratings... not to mention all their merch. Thomas notes the second squeal produces a tiger roar from nearby. <br><br>Thomas has a talent for knowing who could make a good crook. He also advocated Rich Wallace as the Puffin and helped hm gain twenty pounds. <br><br>Well I'm the guy going to get her the goddam part, he thinks. However, instead he says, "I think Beroe would like you to help her, Wade. Maybe you can advise her for the moment and we can finalize tings when she signs to ARA." <br><br>Then he spots Pete the producer walking across the lot. <br><br>"Pete! Oh Pete!" Pete makes a fast retreat. Thomas is faster. Out of earshot he begins a spirited discourse. A few very bad words carry from Pete's side. He makes a point of showing Thomas a rip in his jacket. Naw. Rapsutin? He's a doll!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>If there had been a random coffee runner nearby, Beroe probably would've hugged them as well. The hands up though do stop her from getting too close to Wade. Everyone's got the right to avoid a hug, however sad it makes people who wear pink skirts, but no sadness ever lasts long with this cheerful woman. "Today is turning out to be a great day! Like yesterday did, and probably tomorrow!" Isn't everyday great?<br><br>And Beroe then starts to calm down a little, breathing quickly, until she can get her small framed body to stop jittering with excitement. She's going to be FAMOUS! That's all that's in her head right now, "I need to tell my followers, and my mom, and that guy at the coffee shop, he seemed to be pulling for me, and Tony72IheartU and that whole BeroeSquad group. They'll ALL be excited."<br><br>And then she's typing away, offers a big grin, wide eyes, mouth partially open in exaggerated excitement, SNAP, her photo goes into her phone and is instantly online with a caption: Cable TV Spot!<br><br>To Wade, though, a much more subdued Beroe, which is still pretty excited, smiles, "That's really sweet. How you show humility about saving someone else's life like that. Amazing."<br><br>Looking over her shoulder toward Catman, who has wandered off to talk to someone, she mentions, "Oh, it looks like another co-worker friend showed up. Wow, you all are like a big family here." This comment is to Wade who's still nearby the robot, her and where Thomas was just moments ago. "I think, in terms of agencies, I really like representing myself. Whenever possible. Nick, is this Nick Drago the same one who has had a few parts in movies? Musician of some kind?" And then her eyes pop open more, "The..." She snaps a few times, thinking, "The sidekick to Dazzler? She's got STYLE out of this world."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade looks over to Beroe, "In New York, everyone saves someone at some point." <br><br>Thomas's suggestion gets another glance from Wade as he silently considers matters. "Fine... If she's already got a part with the show. I guess I can help her navigate things until we get her settled with a group that specializes in this."<br><br>The questions regarding Nick draws Wade's attention back to Beroe. "...yes, he-" There's a pause as she labels him a sidekick. Lips press together before he errupts into boisterous laughter. Eyes squinting shut in mirth. "Oh God that's good...I'm going to use that on him." He grins, "He's not a side kick. They're just good friends. They usually work separately since they have different music styles but sometimes they'll team up on a project. "<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake walks back with Pete, arm in arm... actually sort of arm in neck. A friendly headlock? <br><br>"All right, I'll take a look at this... oh! Hello miss. Would you please do a turn for me? Oh. Well you're adorable... do you have any acting experience? Stage fighting? Stunt work?" Thomas is standing behind Pete and nodding vigorously. He mouths, 'Fake it! I can help!" Of couse as far as he's seen Beroe is pretty honest. But everyone says they can do stuff on an interview. Fake it till you can make it. Like hunting leopards... wait, that didn't work out that well. Leopards are tricky it turned out."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh? He isn't?" Beroe questions and there's a few blinkblinks from Beroe, like her mind can't comprehend someone not being Dazzler's sidekick and working with her, but then she just smiles. When Pete comes over, she wows, "People love hugs here. Don't they?"<br><br>And with that, she does a little twirl, before she offers, "Oh, tons! I've done cosplay, and ... " Beroe pauses, trying to think about any other acting, "I created a Pinterest board of all my real-life emoji faces." With that, she does a stunned look, wide eyes, mouth gaping, stunned, and then surprise, with a smile, and then fearful with more eyebrows and a tilted head, then sad. Which is really just cute pouty face, and then three fingers coming off of her cheeks with her hands there, a cat face, and she goes on for a few more before stopping.<br><br>"I've done REAL fighting, and I do my own stunts there!" A quick wink, wink with big face, "Smiley face, see?" Then she looks up and sees Thomas mouthing something about, something and she squints, "Is this a Baking show? That doesn't seem right. I'm not very good at baking, or taking drugs. I tried once, and wowwie, did that fail."<br><br>Then she waves to Wade, though, and smiles, "He agreed to help me navigate things, he's my navigator, which is kind of like a manager, but different. And he knows Dazzler! As a friend of a friend." Clearly she thinks of Dazzler as BIGger than Nick, but beams back to Wade, "Thank you, by the way, this means A LOT to me. Like, the most of A LOT."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade looks to Beroe as she lists her qualifications, and looks over to Thomas, mouthing some distinct words to him when he's sure the younger girl can not see him. His expression evens out at the into of a turn, giving her a smile. "I'll help you until we can get you settled with someone a bit more qualified than me for this."<br><br>This might take awhile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods. "Yes, a hug. I am big and cuddly. Feel free to hug me some more. Be gentle." He releases Pete who is still looking at Beroe and clicking his tongue. <br><br>"She's about the right size. Nice hair. We can wok with her... she's doing a screen test, Blake and no arguments! Now you Bear-Oh, if Thomas gets to be too much, smack him in the head with a chair. He'll be glad for the attention." <br><br>Thomas looks affronted, then shrugs. "I try to keep things professional." <br><br>Pete snerks, "Notice he don't tell you what kind of profession." He then notes Wade, "This about the scheduling being FUBAR? We're working on that. We got a stand in for the far shots and we're doing those right now... also, Music Master gets to keep his hat on."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a lot of subtext going on that Beroe doesn't understand, or it is clearly going over her head, or maybe her mind is just distracted? Either way, she's smiling. Blinking a few times, her long eye lashes coming down and up with the motions. And then she wonders, "A screen test? Wowwie! Do I dress up as a reporter? Am I going to be a horror movie victim?" Questions.<br><br>And why? "I have to think about what I'll wear. Oh oh oh, question!" She then holds up her hand, shooting it to the sky like an overzealous school nerd, but she did it after she said she has a question, and then is rolling right into the question anyhow. "Can I wear small business sponsored items? Can there be, maybe a thank you, page or note at the end of an episode that I'm in, with that, quick scrolling text including their names? I'd really like to do SOMETHING for them, they are so awesome, small business owners are the foundation of America. And they just aren't treated very nicely by ANYONE, and it's a tough thing to do, they are the real heroes."<br><br>To Wade, she asks, "Could that be in a contract somewhere? I think it can, certainly, right? There are people who get 43 stuffed elephants laid about their hotel rooms, so I should be able to get a quick thank you, for people who helped to get me here." Maybe it's too much, too fast, or she's just already dreaming so it's real to her, either way - she now has talked herself into it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Wade eyes Pete to the mention of scheduling and nods to the stand in portion. The nod immediately turns into a shake of the head to the mention of the hat. "Close. Hat continues to meet its demise in each episode. We're not changing that when he's not here to consent to having to wear it." <br><br>Nice try, Pete.<br><br>Wade looks over to Beroe as she asks about contract specifications. "You could make that a condition for signing but you also have to factor in your marketability for the industry. Not your personal self-worth but how the industry would rate you. Some put odd demands in just to check to see if venues are actually reading their paperwork properly. Like a Skittles clause. But generally If you're too much of an inconvience, it might be enough motivation to go elsewhere to fill the role. "<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Pete throws his hands up. "We're just trying to obscure the stand in's face! Okay we'll work around that. Anyway Camren was bitching about it. She won and we got her a flame thrower. She doesn't want to wait a week. All right. You gotta call ARA. I will clear time for a screen test tomorrow, at 7 am. Blake... make sure the young lady is here in good condition. Not like the Ivys. Go get her something to eat. My treat." <br><br>Thomas glares at Pete, then drapes an arm back on Beroe's shoulders, possibly to prevent her launching into orbit. <br><br>"Just leave her to me." <br><br>"She doesn't show up, it's your hairy ass, Blake." <br><br>"Sheesh. What could happen?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4240|Beroe Kazinski (4240)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ohmygodohmygod!" Squeals Beroe again, at all the exciting information happening - on her phone. She looks up, "ARA? Screen test? Oh, that's great too! Thank you!" And then she goes back to her phone for a second, "This store on Etsy I've been following, Jangles Jingles, they just asked if I wanted a whole outfit from them, and I'm like YES please!" Then she's looking back up and smiles about the group, even as an arm gets wrapped over her shoulders. Beroe doesn't seem the kind of person to even notice enough to mind such an action, "Don't worry, Sir, I'll be here bright and early! And thank you for the food, that sounds really nice of you, I will accept it, but someday I'll return the favor. I do have some coupons for a buy one get one free meal combo at the Big Belly Burger, I could also donate that to the cause. Just doing my part."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Having gotten Pete to confirm there won't be any changes to the hat clause Wade smiles.Sometimes you just need to enforce these things. Pete's comment regarding the Ivys gets a glance over towards Thomas. A brow arches. "...Is there anyone on the cast y-"<br><br>The question is aborted as the manager shakes his head, "...nevermind. I don't want to know."<br><br>A glance is given over to Beroe and the condition of his help. "...Right. Better start networking." Wade murmurs, fishing out his phone before looking back to Thomas. "You WILL get her back here in one piece, right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks down at Beroe, then turns back to Wade. "I doubt the entire Justice League could keep her from showing up. You want me to invite her over for the night? Hide outside 'er window? Bring Rasputin, and have him stand guard over her?" <br><br>Thomas look at Beroe, nestled between muscles and says, "If you need any help tonight or tomorrow, you let me know. I can drive you if nothing else. They're really cheap with the rides here. I know you'll show up regardless." He turns back to Pete, "She's not a child you know, Pete. Got her own internet... thing."<br> <br><br />
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|Location=The Black Market<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Word was the Dark Market was moving. Thomas explained that this was a good time to hit it. Everything was on sale. As for Mike's villain status or lack thereof, Catman had a plan. A plan in a very large shopping bag. That plan had better be good because, on giving the passwords, signs, countersigns, and entering a wall of villains formed around them. Some looked like longshoremen, some like bookworms (not the Bookworm) and none were smiling as they peered at the musician and muttered dubious remarks doubting his villainy.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>There is likely some doubt to Mike's villainy status. It is a well founded doubt being that most of Mike's exposure to villainy is from having beers with they. And sometimes without knowing who the hell they are. <br><br>He also plays one on TV under his rockstar stage name of Nick Drago. But that's a mute point as he finds himself alongside Thomas with a mass of villains looking back to them. <br><br>Beyond the password process, the entry is quiet. Nick's posture upright. Not slouched at all. And his expression, unapologetic for being here. He gives a momentary glance to Thomas who he came in with before skimming the expressions of those looking to him. To one who is staring harder than most, he brings his glance back. The person is studied before there's a quiet uptilt of the chin acknowledging the one staring at him. <br><br>This is going well...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3970|Crystal Frost (3970)}} has posed:'''<br> Crystal wasn't exactly a 'gadgets and gizmos' sort, nor did she tend to go for body armor or weapons if that costume was anything to go by. She was here to fence some loot and now? Her bank account was looking a little nicer. A spa day was in the cards for the future. <br><br> For now? The ice-haired woman was making her way through, taking some time to take in the surroundings and the crowd alike.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>No one noticed Mike with Thomas the other night because they were on their way out. Also Mike was a bird. But now... he reeked of good citizenship. Thomas holds up a finger, asking for a moment. Then he slowly reaches into the bag and pulls out a truly gawdawful hat that looks like something a Ren-Faire Pympe might wear and plops it on his friend's head. "He's a villain. Theme of the Crime? Music Master? Shit, does he need the mask?" <br><br>There are a couple of 'ahs' from the crowd. A couple hunhs. One voice of reason says, "Show business is sorta villainey." The crowd pats. "I told you it'd be all right."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>It probably didn't hurt that Phantasms didn't give off any scent so there wasn't much reeking of anything last time. When the time to come to jog memories comes up and Nick feels the hat hit the top of his head. He hears Thomas's explanation. And with the general pause at mentioning the mask, he instead just does one of the facial expressions he's had to do on the regular while playing the character. <br><br>Well, it's sort of a mask.<br><br> Once the crowd seems to put two and two together, his expression resets to a more neutral one. He does give a nod to the comment about show business. Well, acting IS a career founded in deceit and a lot of backroom deals. He glances over to Thomas. Heck. Look at who produces the show. "Probably doesn't hurt you brought swag." <br><br> As some of the crowd disperses, Nick lifts his hand up to remove the hat, handing it back to Thomas due to the no costumes rule. <br><br>And it's a really ugly hat. Most promotional trips, he skips using the hat.<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=10904/Shades_of_Gray&diff=2561110904/Shades of Gray2024-02-26T16:04:56Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2022/04/25<br />
|Location=The Black Market<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas and Mike meet the Shade. Networking is done over cognac.<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:1004|Richard Swift (1004)}} has posed:'''<br>Richard Swift enters into the establishment, with a frown on his face. It was obvious by his expression that his nose was pointed upwards in distaste. He sniffs loudly, and methodically takes off his gloves, one finger at a time, starting with his left hand, and moving to his right.<br><br>Tucking his cane under his left arm after divesting himself of his gloves, he then uses his right hand to remove his top hat. Next was his left hand, removing his obsidan black lensed glasses, which he makes disappear.<br><br>"I see this place still hasn't changed." The Shade moves forward and heads to get a drink. The finest, of course.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is in the back of the more quiet area of the Black Market. He is the only one remaining at the table. Twi large and rough looking men are getting up and leaving, unhappily. Thomas has a pile of money in front of them but he waits till they leave to begin counting, obviously pleased with himself. <br><br>He looks up and tracks the Shade as he enters. You recognize the A-Listers in his game or you never get beyond the minor leagues. Thomas is not sure he's an A-Lister. He is sure the A-Listers will think twice before taking him on. He grabs a server passing by, gives her some instructions and sends her on her way with a swat on the rear that gets a giggle. <br><br>It takes her a moment to remember she doesn't date men and the last guy who did that is now called lefty. Such is the power of the Cat. <br><br>She approaches Richard Swift and her apprehension grows. She swallows and says, "Sir, Catman invites you to share his table, his company and to quote 'the last good bottle of cognac to be found.'" She gestures to the table as the band begins to wind down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Over to the stage area there is the presence of band equipment set up. But no one actually playing at it. This is with good reason. Those who have found themselves performing up until a few minutes ago have finished up their set for the evening, leading to another group having to take the stage later. <br><br> Judging from the expressions on their faces, these are the ones that are here for one of the first two reasons. Mike is one of that number and is currently here in the guise of his On-Stage persona of Nick Drago. The wild haired, darkly clothed performer makes his way over to the bar where he waits to get the bartender's attention.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1004|Richard Swift (1004)}} has posed:'''<br>The Shade was indeed an A Lister. If that was what they were called in this day and age. At least in his own mind. As the woman approaches, he feels her get closer and closer. As she arrives, Swift stops, and looks at her, his grey-black eyes cold and distant. He absently taps his cane still tucked under his arm.<br><br>"Catman." It was a statement. "I see." Shade smiles, a cold smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Thank you Miss, for bringing his message. An invitation to share good cognac is not to be ignored. Please bring me a glass so I can share in the man's good fortune."<br><br>Shade watches as Nick Drago makes his way to the bar, and with a subtle nod, says hello without speaking.<br><br>Shade then turns, and seems to float towards Catman and his table. Then, he was there. "Mr. Blake. I believe it has been a very long time. I trust you are well." Pulling out a chair, Swift leans his cane against the back of his chair, leaning against his left side, and takes a seat. <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives the server a generous tip as she returns with glasses and pours out three drinks. She tucks a C-note in her bodice and smiles. "I've had some memory issues so you must forgive me. It seems we all get something like that, or our bones turn to gold or we wind up werewolves. Pleasure to have some intelligent conversation. Most of these guys are morons... figuring how to destroy the heroes. It's way easier to avoid them. All I had to do was move out of Gotham." He raises his glass.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Getting a sense of someone looking his way, Nick glances over to see the nod directed his way. The gesture is returned in kind before he turns back to the bar to put his own drink order in. While he waits, there's a general glance around. Not lingering too long anywhere but getting a general sense of what areas of the club NOT to walk towards.<br><br>Many.<br><br>The glance is a bit longer towards the direction Richard went off to. Not for the obligatory not that was given to him but more to who he was approaching. <br><br>Nick gives a nod to Thomas in greeting.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1004|Richard Swift (1004)}} has posed:'''<br>Watching as the woman pours the drinks, x3, Shade waits and looks over at Thomas. "Three. I expect we are going to be joined by another? Perhaps that musician at the bar looking this way?" Swift takes his glass, raises it in support of Blake's words and salute, and wets his lips with the alcohol. Acceptable with a nod.<br><br>"Of course. I appreciate the compliment, understand and agree 100 percent. I learned very early in my...life that it was better to stay in the shadows. It is less painful." Putting his glass on the table, Swift places his left hand on the head of his cane to support his arm.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake indicates the third glass to Nick. He gives a nod, calling him over. "My friend is Nick Drago. He plays the Music Master on a cable show. So he is technically a villain. But he's a stand up guy. Not that I plan on discussing business. I wanted to say hello. We sort of have different methods -if you even have continued that career. I mostly play cards with rich dupes or relieve bad people of their money. They don't call the cops. I do miss a really good job though."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas gesture to the glass, the musician gives a bit of a shrug, glancing to the bartender as he approaches. Giving a 'nevermind' to the employee, he then turns to walk over to the table. <br><br> "Sorry," Nick apologizes to Thomas, "Stage lights are set so bright you can't really see more than a few feet off the stage. I just noticed you."<br><br>He glances back over to Richard once more, giving another nod to him in greeting.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1004|Richard Swift (1004)}} has posed:'''<br>Looking up at Nick, The Shade nods and says, "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Drago. I am Richard Swift. The Shade. Your musical talents are exemplary. Very...classic feel to them. I can appreciate that." Swift takes his glass, and takes another drink after a slight "tip of the glass" towards Nick.<br><br>Turning back to Catman, Shade says, "I have not been into too many criminal enterprises lately. I have had a lot of other things to take up my time. That does not preclude the possibility of doing something in the near future. I would, of course, consider eliciting your aid in any future enterprise." A pause. "In payment for a fine glass of cognac." He finishes his drink with one drink.<br><br>Shade then stands, and offers his chair to Nick. "I must be off, however, perhaps we should make this a recurring event? Say, every few weeks? It will give me an opportunity to share in your fine Cognac, Mr. Blake." A cold smile. "As well as your fine musical talents, Mr. Drago?" A sideways look, and a tap of his forehead with his cane. Placing his top hat on his head, and his obsidian glasses in front of his eyes, Shade says, "Gentlemen." With that, the shadows engulf the Shade...and he is gone.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake watches him leave, lifting a glass to him. He turns to Nick and says, "Of course I have no intention of taking him up on the offer. I've done enough time. You remember I said that if anyone asks you. That includes Terry. He can try to get it out of my if he wants. Does Wade know where you're researching your part?" Thomas takes another sip. "Cognac was the only good habit I got from my father."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Pleasure as well, Mr. Swift." Nick replies, using the offered regular name instead of the theme name, "And thank you for the feedback." When Shade leaves, Nick looks over towards Thomas curiously, which may or may not have triggered the defensive. But once Nick sits down in the now vacated seat, taking the glass that Thomas had indicated for him previously, he comes up with a response to Thomas's spiel. <br><br>"...What offer?" He lifts up the glass, "As for Wade knowing, who do you think does my music bookings?" He takes a bit longer with his drink than Richard did.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake hehs. "You're probably safer here than a lot of places. The management does not take kindly to the staff and talent being molested. Oh the servers get groped a little but it is reflected in their tips, or your drink gets spit in, or worse." <br><br>He regards Nick over the rim of the cognac glass. "Offer? Just idle talk. Really. Nothing."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"I won't doubt that. But usually the ones that end up getting shot down are ones for private parties in obscure locations. This is at least in the city." Nick's glass lowers, giving enough of a view of a half smile forming on his lips in the process. "I meant, 'consider that forgotten'. You know how distracted us performers can get. Sometimes if it's not written down it's just gone forever..."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/03/12<br />
|Location=Archie Goodwin Airport<br />
|Synopsis=Nick runs into a concerned Thomas at the airport. They talk. Now Nick is concerned<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Two paths diverged in a large terminal;<br>One traveler, goes off the plane like a boss. <br>Another departs the bar as he should;<br>To converge where the paths should cross. <br><br>The drinker has no luggage, save for a carry on;<br>that is adorned on his back. <br>Both straps used, the fabric is worn;<br>giving the impression of value lack.<br><br>But to those who see, they should know;<br>that first impressions are misleading.<br>For the poorly dressed is Drago;<br>who looks on a display screen, reading.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And the other was no musician, but Catman. In fact the 'Force the Music' episode of Theme of the Crime required them to completely dub Catman's song. The voice coach was little help. Thomas distracted her from the job, a operatic soprano taking the Lord's name in vain was a bit much for the crew's and Rasputin's ears. <br><br>Thomas Blake has been through Hell. That is apparent. For one thing he needs a shower. Badly. His clothes are worn and his scruff a bit much. Those with X-ray vision might note the carbon fibre knife in his jacket lining. Then again, they might not. <br><br>A security man runs up to Blake, explains the bar does not deal in to go cups and demands he lose the White Russian in the Solo cup. Thomas downs it. Then he turns to look at the low key singer of high notes and frowns, trying to remember something. He wipes his mouth and moves closer<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick frowns as the display updates, indicating the flight he needs is running late which generally means little downtime when he gets to his final destination. "Dammit." Nick mutters, shaking his head. He starts to turn, wondering if he could go grab a nap in the lounge area while waiting but the glimpse of someone looking towards him and coming closer stops him. <br><br>He squints before a look of recognition forms on his face. He steps towards Thomas. "I didn't expect to see you here." Nick greets, opting not to state Thomas's name out loud. Much less in a Gotham airport. "How was your trip?" <br><br>Despite the scent Thomas is probably giving off the musician's giving a bit of a half smile to the criminal/bodyguard/producer hybrid.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks a little puzzled. "Nick... I mean Mike... yeah. The trip... I had some memory loss. Something happened. Did I have a tiger at some point? The last maybe two years are blurry. I should probably see a doctor." <br><br>He doesn't like doctors apparently.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick's brows lift at the mention of memory loss. "Shit T-" Nick pauses, he glances around, voice lowering, "Thomas. You don't remember-" He frowns. "Yes you have a tiger." Nick answers, "Rasputin. You keep him in your basement at home." Nick looks up into the green eyes, seeing if either of them appear to be glazed over or giving off the appearance of something being wrong. "I think you arranged for him to be watched but I don't know who- Do you remember your girlfriend? Or Saeko, or Gabby? Or the show?" <br><br>Nick opts not to mention the girlfriend's name, lest Murphy's law intervene. It doesn't matter the relationship. Someone finding out their significant other FORGOT about them is probably going to lead to a bad time. And bad times for Thomas Blake is probably going to be bad times for those around him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake closes his eyes. "I remember her. I think I'm single again. I remember Saeko and Gabby but there are holes. I need to find a Telepath. Someone did something to me. They may be following me. I cut a chip out of my arm. I, probably shouldn't talk to you until this is resolved. Sorry we can't get started on the pitch for the cable show... the show started, didn't it?" e frowns agan, suddenly looking very dangerous. Somewhere there is a scent of Axe body spray lurking. there will be one less person following him soon.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick listens intently, trying hard not to perk up at the initial observation given by Thomas. That should remove some awkwar- <br><br>Wait. Thomas is being followed? <br><br>Nick keeps his head still, still facing Thomas but his eyes skim the area behind Thomas for any signs of persons who might looking their way or lingering longer than they should. "Pitch?" Nick asks, giving a curious tone, "We're in the second season now." Yep. Nothing but the talk of a tv show.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake sees the concern in Mike's eyes and chuckles softly. "Don't worry. I'm still me. I will be in touch soon as this matter is cleared up. I need to see some specialists. Give Terry a hug for me. I'd go to him for help but... what if a hero type did this? I'll see you soon." And like that Thomas Blake gives Nick Drago a quick bro hug. He thumps him on the back and turns to leave.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>To the assurance, Nick's eyes look back to Thomas's. He gives a small nod, to the request. "I will." He promises in regards to Terry while being pulled in for a hug. "My number's the same." Nick murmurs, clapping his hand on Thomas's back. The tone is purposefully kept low so only Thomas can hear it, "Don't die on us." <br><br> When Thomas breaks the hug and turns away, Nick glances to the larger man. Watching him head off into the crowd.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/10/16<br />
|Location=The workshop of the Gotham Cable Company... largely taken up by a giant robot cat.<br />
|Synopsis=A contest of strength and speed Catman vs. Mairin and the winner: Mairin!!<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,3270,507,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake has not practiced his gadgetry skills in a while (shame!) He dd do final assembly of Fluffy and maintain it, years ago. No need to hire a big mouth tech to spill Fluffy's details and weaknesses to Batman. He wonders offhand where Mairin is today? <br><br>A workbench holds a very large capacitor and a small cylindrical device linked with cables. Thomas lowers his welding mask and activates the smaller device. <br><br>&lt;Sazakazow!&gt; <br><br>"Goddamit!" The insulated glove he wore is peeled, smoking, off his hand. He waves the smoke away and looks at the half-melted capacitor...and shoves it quickly into a pile of ruined capacitors. He glares at the small device, then at its larger twin sitting on a nearby table. "Satana! Where are you? Are you chasing the director again? I told you leave him alone. Stop making the crew have accidents. SATANA!" He lifts the visor and prepares to yell again... or maybe he should try summoning her? Nah. Last time he drew the circle with a Sharpie, couldn't erase it and wound up sleeping under the couch... when she hit him with it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin walks into the lab still in her Columbia University lab coat. No sense in taking it off when she's just going from one job to her pet project, to her side job. Maybe when she heads to her night classes she'll actually have the time to think about what she's wearing. Just not enough hours in the day, but that's the price you pay for persuing your dreams. Whatever else she's wearing isn't much to note, except for a single new addition. A necklace with a little protection charm on it that she got from Nettie's shop. It's not a *real* protection circle... But it's a good reminder.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Mr. Blake," she calls out with an edge of dissaproval from just inside the door as she spies him. "*What* are you doing? You better not be messing with her power systems or by god I will--"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>Speak of the demoness...<br><br>"I'm not touching anybody!" Satana says, blatantly lying, given that she's got one of the extras at her side, very obviously under her spell (well, obvious to those who know what she is). An extra that's looking a little ... shrunken. She must have been a mite peckish.<br><br>"Now what's all that racket about? Explosions and shouting. OK, both are really nice sounds, but when you start sweet-talking me..." God. Damn. It. "...I know something's up. Did your little toy hurt you again?"<br><br>Her eyes turn over to Mairin, giving her a thorough once-over. Then turn away dismissively. "I didn't think the plain mousy types were what you were into. Congratulations on expanding your tastes."<br><br>The face turns to Mairin again, smiling a smile so false they could be on the front of a Hollywood starlet's chest. "Hello there, I'm Satana Hellstrom. Star of this picture. Well, I will be once I get the director thinking my way a bit more."<br><br>That paired with a shake of the hips. Because she's subtle. Oh-so-subtle. Like a Mack Truck in a glassworks.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes off his visor and gives Satana a kiss and he herds the extra to the door and slips him a c-note. "Go take the day off." The man leaves and he not so subtly gives Satana the Star a knee in the behind. <br><br>"I... this is Dr (is she? Ehh) Mairin Moran. She is repairing and refitting Fluffy. And the only time the damned cat hurt me was when you were driving... hey do you think you could get that Ghost Rider guy to drive Fluffy for a couple pictures? That would be metal." <br><br>He turns to Mairin and his smile seems genuine. "Satana doesn't like people to be unsure who the alpha female is in the room. She'll warm up to you. She's really a dear... and no, I didn't hook these things up to Fluffy. I /acquired/ two micro reactors. I was hooking them up to some capacitors to see how much oomph they have... the answer so far is... too much. They keep melting shit." He catches Satana eying the extra as he stumbles out and immediately grabs her for a cuddle and some kisses.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin blinks, her defiant posture deflating just slightly as she takes in Satana, and the extra, and then back to Satana. But it returns with a vengence as she looks back to Thomas, attempting to ignore Satana completely. "Yes... Dr. Moran. And if you'd just left them for me I could have hooked them up to a properly calibrated power meter and *told* you how much they can produce."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She stalks over to the reactors to give them a look over, and to not have to look at the two people just snogging in the middle of the room. "Where did you get them?" The question is curt, still angry. Is she ever *not* angry around Thomas?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>"He bought them," Satana says with an insincere expression. "I saw him."<br><br>She regards the large cat robot with a frown. "Is the problem that it won't move?" she asks, releasing (and forcing her release from, at need) Thomas and walking up toward Fluffy. Her hand strokes the metal of the machine as she looks at it ... with her eyes closed.<br><br>"I can have it moving, Thomas. Why didn't you ask me? I'll need a few ingredients if you want it moving a bit longer than a minute or so, mind."<br><br>She opens her eyes and flicks them between Thomas and Mairin. "Whose is this primitive thing anyway?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake turns on Satana. "I am sick of people trashing my robot! It is nine years old! I..." He stops and suddenly, passionately kisses the red haired temptress, molding himself to her. Perhaps giving a little soul energy, as she -was- hungry and a snack usually put her in a good mood.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin whirls around at Satana's words, her blue eyes positively alight. "Who the *hell* do you think you are?" She stalks over to Satana. "keep your hands *off* my cat!" She punctuates 'off' by slapping the woman's hand off of fluffy, like beaming a raquetball into the corner for a game point.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"What are you even doing in here?" She turns to Thomas, "What *is* she doing here. This is a lab, not some--" And now they're kissing again.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"*Mr.* Blake. Kindly take your girlfriend and leave so I can actually *work*."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>Satana was relaxing, feeding a bit off of Thomas and letting that ecstasy flow through her with an obvious shudder.<br><br>Then Mairin touched her. Slapped her hand away.<br><br>Thomas feels the trouble brewing under him. The shudder turns to tension. The sigh turns into a choked off growl. Without any visible effort whatsoever, Satana lifts Thomas and places him away from her, turning then to face Mairin.<br><br>"The little mouse has spirit," she purrs.<br><br>What she's doing now is not smiling. It's baring teeth. Like a predator. Briefly Satana closes her eyes and sniffs Mairin's direction.<br><br>"The little one wants to tinker with technomancy, but doesn't know the first thing of how to do it." She places her finger over her lips and turns her head and eyes to the upper left. "Shall we teach her a lesson?" she wonders aloud.<br><br>Her eyes then focus on Mairin like they're laser cannons focusing on an invading fleet.<br><br>"Yes," she decides. "We shall."<br><br>Eyes close. Words in a foul-sounding tongue fall from her lips. Her arms raise, fingers flexing in tortuous positions, like mudras from Hell. (What a coincidence!) Then her arms drop ...<br><br>...and Fluffy moves. The robot cat's eyes glow a hideous red as the head turns to stare at Mairin. Mechanical sounds grind inside, like a cat's growl done by a construction site. A paw rises, ready to strike the good doctor where she stands, razor-sharp claws readied.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Anger drains from Mairin's eyes, to be replaced, for a moment, by terror. She knows this. This is magic. And for a split second all she can see is Nettie yelling at her for being stupid. Mairin the puppy. Mairin the kittin. Mairin the bunny. Too scared to do anything but run. But in that momnet as the cat's paw raises, she realises... What can she really do?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Something. She can do something. Anything. And the terror flickers out, replaced by steel determination as she takes one stupid, rediculous step toward Satana...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says very simply, "Fuck!" Then he's grabbing Mairin. He leaps, workbench to Fluffy's paw then to an exposed beam which he grabs, holding Mairin very tight. possibly distractingly tight. <br><br>"Knock it off. You're both brilliant... and pretty, and the last time you tried a working like this, boo, I had to kill the waffle iron with a chair. Remember, boo? No waffles that day. We ate toast. Aaaaand I do not wish this robot damaged. It's kind of like your giraffe. Please. And as for you, roboticist-sweetie, /don't/ slap people's hands. It's rude. You should shake and make up." He emphasizes 'shake' by shaking Mairin a little. Twenty feet in the air.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>There's a reason why Thomas is a good foe even to the likes of Batman. He's strong. He's fast. He's decisive.<br><br>And he just saved Mairin's life as the clawed paw slices through the space Mairin had only just barely vacated, claws scoring the floor deeply. Satana, still steaming, follows the progress of the pair, and the cat, too, turns its attention, it's mechanical butt wriggly-squatting in the way only a cat can, ready to leap up at its prey.<br><br>Tension mounts for a short time as the cat prepares its leap.<br><br>Then Satana laughs. It's false, and so obviously false it's intended as a message, though who that message is for and what its actual contents are is not clear.<br><br>"Why so serious, Thomas?" she asks, grinning broadly, eyes boring holes in Mairin's. "I was just showing the witch wannabe how to do the job right. I had no intention of harming her."<br><br>Of course she didn't. She wanted the cat too. The scoring in the flooring gives mute testimony as the cat's eyes stop glowing and the robot stops moving.<br><br>"You can come down now. I'm so terribly sorry that my little jest panicked you so."<br><br>Not a lot of people can talk down a Hell Lord who's pissed. Thomas has magic of his own.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Let me down.." Mairin grumbles as she watches the 'life' leave fluffy's eyes. But there isn't a lot of conviction in it. Probably because twenty feet is a long way to drop. "If you want me to work on the cat, Mr. Blake. You will need to ensure that this lab is a conducive environment in which to work. And that includes a lack of...." she motions to Satana and seems about to insult her again, but bites her tongue.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When she is, fnally placed back on the ground, she gathers what dignity she can and walks back to the workbench, her hands touching things without really knowing what they're doing for several moments. A keen eye would even see them shaking slightly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake dusts his hands or and says, "You call me Mr. Blake one more time like that and you are going over my knee. I'm talking to /her/, Satana. Not you. Dr..., you want a shop conducive to work? Get the pole out of your butt. Satana and I are far better as friends than enemies. Relax. Have a few laughs. I won't dock you. Good grief... " He throws his hands up, or maybe was about to throttle a certain bunny-like person but relented. "I might even buy you lunch. Somewhere nice I mean."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>The plus: Satana isn't trying to kill Mairin any longer. The minus: cat-like (there's a reason why Thomas can figure her where others get eaten), she's decided that she's not getting enough love and affection here so it's time to move on.<br><br>"You hired her?" she asks archly. "Well tell the help, next time, to show more respect, Thomas. Take it out to lunch. I'm going to get proper food."<br><br>That's ... not a good thing to hear. And interference ... seems unwise given Satana's current demeanour. Looks like the prop department will have another startlingly realistic dessicated corpse...<br><br>Satana, oozing offended dignity, passes one more appraising glance at Mairin, though this time more thoughtful than dismissive. Apparently Thomas holding Mairin in regard is giving her reason to think twice before erasing her. She then flounces out the door after a blown kiss to Thomas.<br><br>Radiating mad sexuality. Just to piss Mairin off, if she's judged the woman right.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin stands there at the workbench, her back to the others, until Satana leaves. Then leans forward, her hands braced against the table top as she stares down at the reactor, not seeing it at all.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake lets Mairin do her work, gives her space and plays with Fluffy. This involves him throwing a basket ball at the robot and the robot batting it back to him. Fluffy does a decent enough job, after Blake yells at him to retract the claws. You can break a lot of balls that way. <br><br>Fluffy bats one a little too high. Thomas jumps for it, sheer instinct and comes down on an empty work table next to Mairin. He rests his head on his chin, propped on an elbow and says, "How are you doing?" What? Fall? Who fell? He meant to do that obviously!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It takes a while for Mairin to get her nerves under control. Coming inches from death will do that. But eventually, while Mr. Blake is playing with fluffy, she manages to pack all of that emotional trauma away for examination later, and starts to examine the reactor units Mr. Blake 'aquired'.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So, by the time he drops down on the adjacent work table, she back in full, professional scientist mode. "I need to know exactly where you got these, what they were designed for, and where I can find the specs on them, Mr. Blake. I will not hook random hardware up to Fluffy simply because you feel 'More power good.'"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives a yipe as he rolls near a soldering iron and jumps off nearly on Mairin. He hops off the table. That? A minor flub. He was getting off anyway. He steps closer to Mairin and drops his voice low. He speaks softly, "First of all, my name is Thomas. Using it does not guarantee I will sleep with you. You're very talented. You're very smart and I can tell you are very frightened, even before you pissed off Satana. Let me tell you about her... she forgot this already. treat her right and she'll be sweet as pie. Anyway. I'll deal with her. But you're... scared. Scared all the time. I can see it. Remember my awful view of predators and prey? I can tell one from the other. You are not a predator. You're trying to be, but have not a clue. Well, lose your fear. Relax. NOTHING is going to hurt you here, including me. I am taking a benevolent interest in you." He smiles warmly down at her, then grabs a stool so they are on eye level.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin pauses her work and turns to Thomas, her expression flat and level. "You're right Mr.--" She takes a deep breath. "Thomas. I am not a predator. I don't go hunting down othrs to exert my will on them simply because I'm hungry or because I can. I am a scientist. I have devoted my life to learning how to help people. How to protect them *from* the predators. Or to help them survive after they attack." She pauses, perhaps considering. "As for my fear, I wouldn't let it concern you. This world is *filled* with things to fear. Waking up in this city is a cause for fear. What matters isn't whether you're afraid. It's what you do with it. And right now, it is getting in the way of my work."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She motions to the reactors. "So... What are they, where did you get them, and what do you know about them?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Thank you, Mairin. So... if I am hearing you right, everything scares you. That's sad. Also inaccurate. There's a difference between being scared and being a coward, you know? I've been scared. relatively recently, in fact." He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a thumb drive. "Here are the specs for the reactors. Try to get them from me." He closes his hand on the small device. Still smiling. Maybe he's baring his teeth. Hard to tell now. He did save her from imminent physical trauma. "As the where they're from you'd figure out soon enough. They're Latverian. They make good coffee too I hear."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She sighs, pinching her nose as she stands up to walk over and grab a driver tool. "Thomas, I'm sure your antics are a hit with the ladies," She says, her voice equal parts bored and exasperated. "But I have work to do. You do understand work?" She gestures to Fluffy. "I told you I was going to make this better than ever. And these reactors would go a long way to that, yes. However, I'm not familiar enough with Latverian tech to just hook thm up. They could fry the entire power system and set us all the way to nearly square one."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She walks back to the table, and sets the driver on top. "So either you give me the specs, Or a take them apart and try to figure them out."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake frowns. "These aren't antics. I tell you what. I will give you the drive right now and that's it. You can be Dr. Moran and I will answer to Mr. Blake, or, Mairin, lovely brilliant, stick up your back, Mairin, you can get it from me. If you do, you go home with the smaller reactor. I'm sure you can use it for all manner of shenanigans." As he speaks he pads ever so softly up behind her, till she can sense the air he displaces, silently.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There is a pause, heavy with those last words spoken from directly behind her. Mairin closes her eyes and one hand reaches up to clasp around the pendant hanging from her neck. She really needs that reactor. More than Thomas could possibly know. But she also knows there is no possible way she can get it from him. She's seen him move.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turns around, still holding the pendant, but looking in Thomas' eyes. "We both know I can't get it from you. You're stronger and faster. Any attempt is futile. What are you trying to prove? That I'm prey?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looms over her fairly well. "Oh. Gee. I'm stronger and faster, and meaner (don't forget meaner). You give up. That simple." He pokes her on the collarbone, giving every indication yes, he could shove her back with one finger. "Even prey puts up a fight! You don't want to be a predator, fine. But... for unholy fuck's sake, try not to be eaten!" <br><br>He withdraws the finger. Now he weaves back and forth before her, almost like a lion pacing or stalking. "You're so brilliant. Figure something out. Or do you give up everything so easily when things are not tidy and civilized. You're supposed to be from Gotham... pfft!" All said very calmly. Then the hand holding the drive opens, holding it so close. "I'll put one hand behind my back. That good enough for you... squirt?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>And the area around the building seems to get busier and busier. Here on unrelated and yet distantly related business, a pony-tailed musician ends up making his way over to the workshop area that has been designated for the various tech work needed for the Theme of the Crime production. Nick Drago comes to the open doorway, glancing in to see cat robot, and Thomas apparently giving that kidnapping victim a pep talk of sorts? He lingers near the doorway, knocking on the frame to let them know they're not alone. "Hey guys."<br><br>Alas, there is no costume this time around. Just pretty nice, higher end street clothes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin positively fumes. The anger in her eyes is almost palpable as he mocks her. "Fine," she spits out. She knows how this is going to end. But Gossamer is worth whatever humiliation he plans to put her through. Better to just get it over with.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She lunges for the hand holding the thumb drive like she would lunge for a speeding raquetball. She's stronger and faster than she looks, years of sports will do that. But it's nothing compared to Thomas and she knows it going in.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives Nick a warning glare. That is his mistake. Mairin is fast. He is faster but sometimes even he screws up. The warning glare takes but a moment and Mairin is fast. He sees her slim fingers close on the device, feels her trimmed and so practical nails scratch his hard palm. He grabs the device. <br><br>He, however, has her tiny hand entirely in his very large hand. <br><br>"Hmmm. Well what we have here is a gray area. You seem to have the device, but it is still in my hand and I seem to have you. Pardon me..." He takes his other hand from behind his back and puts it around Marin, picking her up with no apparent effort and walks over to Mike. <br><br>"We need an impartial judge here. She was trying to take a device from my hand. He has the device in her hand but I have her hand in mine. I have her in fact. Dr. Mairin, If you try biting, I bite back. I advise you to enjoy the ride." He lifts till she's about a foot over him and she sits in the crook of his arm.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick blinks as he watches Thomas scoop up Mairin and carry her over towards him. Stepping through the doorway, he moves a few feet from it so it's not quite as visible what the other two are doing to anyone walking by outside. <br><br> He looks between Thomas and then to Mairin. "Impartial?" Nick repeats, looking between the two. "...Did I walk in on a competition?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin struggles as much as she possibly can, for a good ten seconds. But it quickly becomes apparent that there's no use and she's only making herself look rediculous. So she stops. Instead, she closes her eyes, finds her center, brings her Will from her mind, into her heart and focuses on it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake explains, "We had a wager... stop I'm talking. We had a wager. To win she had to take a thumb drive from my hand. She grabbed the device but I grabbed her hand so technically it is still... it is still in my hand. Mairin are you all right?" He abruptly lets go of her hand to touch her cheek very gently. "Mairin... please don't have a stroke..." Concern tinges his voice.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick watches Mairin dangling off the ground before looking over to Thomas as he provides the explanation. When Mairin grows still and Thomas reacts, Nick frowns. The musician looks over to Mairin, and upon determining her to play possum, he chuckles. <br><br> "Well you made judging easy. You let go. She's still holding on to it. So, she won."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyes blink open as Thomas touches her cheek. "Being held by you isn't enough to get me *that* excited," she says flatly. It's not the exact quote... but she doesn't figure Leia would mind her altering it slightly. "Now I believe you have something that belongs to me." She holds up her clenched fist, thumb drive barely visible.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake murmurs in her ear, "Not the way I'd hold you to get you excited. He does set her down, butt first on the work table. "Here you go, next to the other cryogenically cooled devices. Fair's fair.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick looks between the two, uncertain if this wa just some type of competition or if he interrupted some odd flirting between the two. Although he had figured the girl was-<br><br> He shakes his head, looking over to Thomas, "Okay, well, was just over here doing some voice over work and they mentioned you were over here so thought I'd stop by to say hey. I'll just let you two get back to...whaver you two were doing together."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin hops off the table and spends a moment straightening her clothes. "Hello again," she says cheerily to Nick. "I'm sorry you had to get dragged into this. But please... Stay." It's sincere, but not in that, 'I need protection' kind of way.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then she turns on her heels and walks over to a computer to plug the drive in and take a look. She does, however, spare a look back to Thomas, and it actually isn't filled with hate.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the computer comes up and the files load, she swivels back to look at him "What *were* we doing?" she asks, one eyebrow raised. "What was your point, Thomas?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shrugs. "If you have to ask, I obviously didn't make my point. Congrats. I'm going to the cafeteria to get a beer. You guys want anything?" The cafeteria doesn't sell beer some might say. They do not know Catman.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She frowns, then calls out to his back. "Thomas!" And her voice, for the first time is not only civil, but warm. "Thank you for the reactor. And for encouraging me to stick up for myself."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick looks between the two. Between Marin's request to stay and Thomas's declaration that he was heading to the cafeteria, he's apparently got a decision to make and without the proper information in hand, he figures whatever decision he makes will be the wrong one. <br><br> Being one is already his friend, he gives a nod to Mairin before turning to follow after Thomas, "Hey, Thomas. Wait up..."<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=8204/No_Business_Like_Show_Business&diff=256018204/No Business Like Show Business2024-02-26T15:34:53Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2021/10/11<br />
|Location=The Cafeteria of the Gotham Cable studios. Lunch time.<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas meets Demona. Mairin is repulsed by Thomas.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=3270,3349,979<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin slides into the studio cafeteria and off to the side a bit as she scans the tables. But, of course, she isn't even really sure who she's here to see. At least no tenough to know him by face. So she just shrugs and motions Demona to the line for food. "Shall we get something to eat?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Can I just keep you company?" Demona asks through the speaker in her skull-themed gas mask. "I'm not hungry," she reminds her friend. She's currently wearing the hood on her hoodie up, but it's fairly loose over her head. Her hands are stuffed into that unified hoodie pocket. Her black clothes and the black, skull-motif mask stand in stark contrast to the Beauty and the Beast girl's backpack in bright purple and yellow on her back.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>However there is no question who 'Catman' is. In fact he's wearing the same costume from the night of Mairin's rescue. Thomas Blake is sipping a cup of coffee and talking to a prop's man. Probably. The man has a Them of the Crime jacket and several firearms. Thomas points to a revolver with an attached silencer and shakes his head. The man grins makes a note of it and then departs. Thomas nibbles on a donut. When he notes Mairin's entrance he cocks an eyebrow at her. Small wave.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin would kick herself, but instead she just gives an apologetic grimace. "Of course. Sorry." She's about to head for the line when she spots Thomas' wave. She's not sure how she missed him before. Batman she is not. So instead of the line, she points him out to Demona and heads his way, her expression becoming more firm the closer she gets.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Is it safe?" she demands when she reaches him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona is happy to be in a place where people only glance with curiosity at her, as though wondering what she's filming, rather than staring at her. She follows Mairin like a 5'10" puppy, glancing around nervously at all the people eating and talking and such. She bumps into Mairin as the woman stops to talk to the person they're there to meet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives Demona a look. Then he shrugs. "I thought it was safe. You friend there, looks like she expects a gas attack any minute. Get some thing to eat or drink if you want. Have a seat. I spoke to the producer about repairing the robot and brought your name up, and only your name." For his part, Thomas has his cowl pulled back, and is smiling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin gives a little eye roll. "Not the cafeteria... the Robot. Did it survive the transport, is it still in one piece?" She takes a seat, ignoring the invitation to get some food. Work comes before food. Always."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I don't want someone else to repair her. They'll probably mess it all up. I'm going to have to re-work half the elctrical in her as it is."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona spins a chair around and sits in it without taking off her backpack. It's not very lady-like, but since when does a woman hiding her face care about such things? She is quiet and lets the kitty and Mairin talk, at least for now.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes another sip. "It's a he. Not that it matters. The producer's office is on the third floor. Ask for Pete. If he doesn't give you enough parts or facilities, come see me. I'll get what you need. The robot was mine. I don't like my things treated like... " His voice trails off. The actor playing Mr. Freeze, Sorry Sub-Zero is grimacing in pain with headache, a dish of ice cream before him. Yes. Some theme criminal is going to sue the production. Omens like that can't be ignored. "Anyway see me. Who's your silent friend?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin considers this for a moment, then motions to Demona. "This is Demona. She's my assistant." She pauses in case Demona wants to chime in with anything. "WHy was *he* left in that run down lair? If you like your things treated so well?" A bit of the edge and ice has fallen from her tone. Thomas is being nothing if not polite, and it isn't like he's the one who kidnapped her. Quiet the opposite actually, though she's not sure how much of it was saving his things and how much was saving her. Either way, he helped. So she should really be a bit nicer to the man.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona lifts a hand and gives a curt wave to their potential client as she makes brief eye contact. She folds her arms on the back of the chair and goes back to nervously looking about. She glances at Mairin as she notes the change in attitude. That might help a little, but there's something about this place that has her on edge. Maybe just this one building, maybe all of Gotham.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake links his fingers and says, "The robot was confiscated when I... fought Batman and escaped. It should have been in dumped at sea. Someone diverted him and eventually that poser got his greasy fingers on it. By all accounts THAT robot was dumped. So officially this is another. I doubt very much that poser is going to take me to court. Therefore, I have it, it's mine. See? I want him repaired."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That explaination... actually makes a lot of sense, and Mairin's posture shifts from antagonistic to just on edge. She even reches down to put a reassuring hand on Demona's leg. "I understand. Well then I'm sorry someone else stole what was yours. I can definitly repair him. And personally keep him maintained. It'll take a bit to get the parts and do the labour, but I can assure you he'll be as good as new. Better, actually. There have been some advancements in design since you built him. I can encorporate those and increase both his durability and efficiency."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She pauses, cocking her head to the side. "What is the studio going to use him for? I mean... you say he's yours, but the studio is the one paying to have him repaired."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona jerks when a hand touches her leg. As her head spins back to look at Mairin, she relaxes just slightly. She looks embarrassed as she returns her gaze briefly to Catman, then goes back to glancing around, shying away from every passing patron so she isn't touched.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smirks. "Big season finale... hopefully not a series finale. A fight between the Music Master or whatever they call him and his musick'd zombies and an alliance of the cops and themed criminals. It should be fun." <br><br>He regards Demona a moment and then says, "If you want everyone here to notice you, you're going about it the right way. What's the problem?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well I can guarentee you he'll survive the battle. And after the finale? It's important to me that he has a permanent home with someone who cares about him. Not just some studio storage lot where he'll rust away."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin looks over to Demona as well, with more than a little sympathy. Perhaps wondering if she should have asked Demona to come. She thought it might be good for her to get out of Ney York, but Gotham is hardly an improvement.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona looks at Thomas, then at Mairin. She looks back at Catman to say, "This place...the energy here--the qi--it's sour. Not spoiled. Not rotten. Just...sour. Something's wrong with the people here. They're burning themselves alive. There's so much fear, so much self-loathing, so much depression, all hiding behind smiles and false gratitude." She hugs herself. "It's kind of hard to concentrate." She looks at Mairin again, her eyes pleading.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks around the cafeteria. "You need to learn to give zero fucks. Yes, you can cut the tension here with a knife. Yes, there is all kinds of self loathing. But this is not your concern. Lions don't care about the tension and stress of a gazelle. They're just focused on lion concerns. Do similar. Why are you named after a character on 'Gargoyles'?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin frowns at what is, to her, a simply horrible way to live and the actual embodiment of what is wrong with Gotham. However, well meaning Thomas' advice is, she simply cannot stomach it. So she stands. "Thank you, Mr Blake, for your actions the other night, and for giving my name to the producer. I think I will go find him now and get this contract finalized."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona makes intense eye contact with the cat man. She stands almost as though she's being lifted and her legs have nothing to do with it. In the same movement, she turns the chair around and sets it under the table. She reaches up to behind her head, beneath her stocking cap. With a practiced movement, she removes both it and her gas mask. "Because I'm a monster," she says as she reveals her face.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Demona closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath through her nose. "Oh," she lets out. She takes in another breath as a sublime bliss washes over her. "This place is awful, and I hate it," she says, her current expression not really meshing with that. She takes in another breath and lets out, "But such an abundance of life."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3349|Demona (3349)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beneath that skull-formed gas mask, thematic though it might be, Demona's face has the bone structure of a beautiful woman. However, her teeth are sharp fangs, her skin is pale, translucent, and hairless, her ears are long and sharp like daggers, and her eyes are pinpricks in pale blue irises in bloodshot sclaras. The form may once have been beautiful, and it may still be that to many people, but apparently not to Demona, as apparently all she sees is the monstrousness of her features.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks at Demona a moment and then chuckles. There is appraisal in his eyes. No revulsion or fear. "Well you're just an actor here. You might get a compliment on the makeup job, or asked what you're filming. I've... I have a significant other who, trust me, can give you a run for your money on her bad days. I can also appreciate the beauty of predators. Thing to remember is, you are not alone. We're all monsters. Most just think they're higher up on the food chain than they are."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin looks back and forth between the two, then without another word to Thomas, takes Demona's hand in hers and stalks out of the cafeteria.<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=8175/%3DOn_the_Fandom_of_Villainy&diff=256008175/=On the Fandom of Villainy2024-02-26T15:34:24Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|Date of Scene=2021/10/08<br />
|Location=A gloomy mansion outside Gotham.<br />
|Synopsis=Kind of hard to tell if this was a win for good or evil. Some bad folks all around. Anyway Mairin has a job!<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,384,2156,3270<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>the producer of Theme of the Crime had made a request of Thomas Blake. A fan of sorts had an item the producer wanted to rent for the season finale. The fan was a devotee of theme criminals. Therefore thomas was dressed in his classic Batman rip off outfit. Michael Hannigan was accompanying him in his guise as Music Master, a popular character on the show. After a few beers, some autographs and a cheese platter the rental should proceed smoothly... <br><br> or maybe Blake would steal the item or beat on the guy till he agreed? The producer felt pretty confident Blake would not return empty handed. <br><br>Catman pulls their company car up to the gate, peers then gets out. He looks at the mansion beyond, then the claws extend and he tears ivy away from a plaque that reads, "Blake Manor." He ponders it for a long moment, cowl pulled back. "I live with a succubus... so obviously God has t in for me... not that he did me any favors before. C'mon Music Master... let's meet this fanboy and get back my gear."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Opposing the cowled man is one in a Will Scarlet-esque outfit. As a member of the entertainment industry, Mike is no stranger to odd requests. And he's done Make a Wish a few times already so, if he just tells himself that the person they're meeting is just one big kid, the request to come in costume is not that odd. <br><br> And at least he got to talk the folks out of making him wear the hat. The wavy haired musician looks over to Thomas. "I guess I got pulled in with this via guilt by association then." He comments, giving a shake of the head, he closes the door on his side. "Just, how often did you use the gear this guy is supposed to have?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Well, Nettie did warn Ty. Ty had gone home, got her gear, and pulled out her Ducati streetfighter. The woman went through her armory, and got a few...toys to bring as well. As the motorcycle pulls up to the gate, one can see that this is sombody who might actually fit in Gotham. The figure is wearing semi-loose military pants with slightly armored shoes, an upper torso princess cut body armor over a fitted shirt, and a sleeveless long coat with a cowl. There's a picture of Shiva the Destroyer wth Bahb Cartha perched on his shoulder on the back of the coat. The cowl is pulled up, and held in place by a half face mask that covres the person's mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Hello gentlemen.", she says through the digital masker. "Should we wait for Lord Locksley to arrive before dealing with this?", she asks. Yes, Ty went there. Then she settles herself a it before she looks at the mansion. She pulls out a small scope, and tries to look at the mansion a bit more, thinking. She's now settling into professional mode.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin is working. I mean, of course she's working. It's really all she ever does. But in this instance she's working somewhere she'd really rather not be. Gotham? Well... yes. But even worse than just ordinary Gotham. This is some random idiot's... lair. Or is it a sanctum? No... That sounds too nice. This is more like a lair. But back to the point. She's working...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And she's scared. Scared wnough to show it? Of course not. Outwardly she is a model of focussed intesity. This is no different from every other job, she keeps telling herself. If every other job was to fix some idiot's stupid, out-dated, piece of crap cat! But just gte it done. Do what you have to do and do it well. That's all. But inside.. Inside she's scared. And angry. Very angry. Because this idiot could have just called her and asked. But he had to force her into a car like she was some animal...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Wendall Dodds paces about in his prized Cat-man outfit. He glances over at Mairin and makes a fist, claws popping out as he does... ow. He looks over at Marin, annoyed. "I will severely reprimand you my girl if you make one more crack about fixing my cat. Oh joy! I have guests..." He peers at a CCTV camera showing the front of his gate. <br><br> A minute ago... Thomas glances at Mike and says, "You forgot the haaaaaaaaaat." <br><br>He blinks at Tynan as she pulls up and gets first quip in. He assesses her and immediately realizes she's better armed than North Korea and about as approachable. <br><br>"Uh-hunh look here... I planned on going in there and retrieving some personal property from the owner... Could you please wait til we conclude it before you blow the place up or kill him? Whatever. I just need a few minutes to do this. Maybe a half hour. I'll even let you in with us. Just say you're on season two of Theme of the Crime. "<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike turns his head as the voice speaks up, greeting them. Being his attire doesn't COME with a cowl, the eyebrow arching is not lost to those paying attention. He turns his head towards Thomas. "That's WHY I said no to the hat..." He murmurs. <br><br>Small victories. <br><br>He glances back, assessing Tynan, "Makes sense. They'd probably think of some marksman character if there's a season 2." Big if.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty blinks a few times as she listens to the pair. She rubs her eyes a little bit. "Ok, well, I have a job to do in there. It involves getting a young woman out of there, unharmed. As for whatever season of whatever is, not my concern.", she says. "And if there's cameras around, you better state that now, and turn them off.", she says. There's a glare there. Maybe a frown, but given the mask...<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty turns her attention back to the mansion, watching it closely. What lights are on, any shadows, obvious traps, and how much area is seen versus unseen on the approach. The woman kills the engine, and moves the motorcycle off to the side.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Look, this thing is a piece of trash. Why don't you just let me build you a new one? I figure maybe... just maybe... I can get enough of these servos working to get it walking, but without knees. You want knees? Then I need more motors. And that's not even starting on the power core. I--" She stops as one of the thugs threatens her. ANd goes back to work, muttering to herself. How much of it is bravado? Hard to say. Deep down, she might even be kind of enjoying the work. It isn't often she gets to get dirty anymore.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake frowns a moment. "Stop glaring at me. I been glared at by the best. I been glared at by a she demon for leaving the seat up for her to fall in... even funnier the second time." The cracked ribs were not. He leaves that out. "C'mon... I'll show you the Catacombs. There was a main entrance he probably has bugged but I had a couple escape hatches..." <br><br>Cat-Man looks at the screen... "Where'd they go... oh my gosh... he's infiltrating!" he grabs at Mairin's arm. "I'm being trespassed by my favorite villain!!! Squee!!!" <br><br>The Catacombs are in fact several huge connected rooms. Entering them the trio sees enough collected theme criminal weapons and paraphernalia to rearm Dr. Doom, should it prove necessary. In the main room a man not built for a Cat-Man costume nonetheless is wearing it and hurling abuse at two thugs and a diminutive lass in a pony tail working on a giant robot cat. "Wendall Dodds... I advise you to let that young lady go and let us have the robot for what was agreed on. How about it?" The thugs pull Uzis and aim them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike frowns at the mentioning of there being a need to get someone out of the building safely. Glancing back to Thomas. "...Sounds like this guy might be TOO much of a fan." Mike mutters. Insisting on people coming in costume is one thing. But doing something that merits someone sending in a rescue... well. That's a bit much. <br><br>He looks to Tynan, "What does she look like?"<br><br> Thomas shows them through the Catacombs. Getting a glance of all the memorabilia accumulated in the rooms they pass through. The fiscally responsible portion of Mike's Psyche screams. Oh God. HOW much did this all cost?!<br><br>Description given of the woman or not, it becomes apparent what she looks like when they reach the final room. There are not many unarmed options of the female variety in the room. Speaking of unarmed. So is he at the moment. And he's in human mode.<br><br>Shit.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty shakes her head a bit, and then looks to Mike. She gives him a quick description of Mairin as they walk through. As they walk through, Ty also looks at a few of the items there. God, if she wasn't working right now, a few things might of disappeared. Oh well, possibly later. Well, not really. Ty has agreed to be good for a bit.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As they move into the room, the two thugs aim their uzis, the woman reflexively puts her hand under her long coat. She makes a quick motion inside the coat before her arm comes back out. There's a gauntlet on her hand/arm that wasn't there before. The woman brings her arm up towards her head, defensively.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty lowers herself a little bit, and slips her other hand inside her coat for a second, and makes another motion. She pulls out a M1911 Colt, but keeps it under the coat. "Be good gentle lads, and hand the lady over, and nobody dies. I'm not here to kill anyone. Just here to get the girl, and leave. Thats it.", she states.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin jerks her arm out of the man's grasp and just tries to scootch around the other side of the cat. Still working, mind you. She's not about to let a little thing like being rescued get in the way of trying to make this rustbucket actually function again. It's a challenge now. And she can't resist a challenge. Unless of course that challenge has anything to do with anything other than engineering. But if it does! She is all over it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes in the devices, umbrella guns, freeze blaster, moth signal, catarangs... What the Hell... that was his original equipment, diamond tipped and capable of cutting one of the Bat's d-cel lines. "Just a sec..." He pulls a lockpick out. <br><br>Cat-Man seeks cover and says, "If they move shoot. They're trespassing. I'm afraid, Catman I have no intention of giving up Fluffy. I wanted to get YOU here to demand the title from you. I mean you're not using it anymore, are you?" <br><br>The case opens with a click. "What's that? You et the title one of two ways. Beat me in combat or with my death, dumbass." Wendall jumps onto the cat robot. <br><br>"Chaaaaaaaaarge!!!" <br><br>"I kind of figured you'd go for death, dumbass." Fluffy groans and grinds forward." <br><br>"Dumbass!!! You got the parking brake on!!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike blinks as the woman that supposedly is suppsed to get rescued seems a bit more interested in other things. "...Are you sure she wants to leave?" He asks Tynan. <br><br> As the back and forth banter between The Real Catman (TM) and Cat-Man starts up, Mike ends up shifting to the side to let the goons and wannabes focus on those actually engaging in combat. So Guys with guns, Gal with Gun. Gal who wants to work on the cat robot. Guy on the cat robot trying to charge Thomas with it. And Thomas goading him on... Right. This is going to be a busy area. <br><br>With the high sound of the grinding noise, Mike grimaces, bringing his hands up to cover his ears. Oh God! What a HORRIBLE SOUND!<br><br> With a Furl of the red and black cape, Mike spins, the mismash of reds and black giving an almost hypnotic dance as they seemingly reverse. Interesting how that looks. That's some fabric style. But the cape soon rests, as Mike's spin stops. The lions on the pattern seem off from before. Little spin on the *ahem* catwalk done, he starts striding towards Mairin. No Cat robot to fix... No reason for her to be here, right? <br><br> "Miss." Mike addresses, giving the patented Nick Drago charm to his tone. He holds out a hand towards her. "It's time to make our leave."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty winces a bit as she hears the grinding. "Trust me lad, when this is over, she's going to wish she never got here.", the merc promises. Oh no, Mairin is going to get an education on how to not be abducted. And its never a fun course! The woman looks at the men with the uzis. "Last chance. Drop and leave.", she tells.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty lowers herself lightly into a combat pose. "AVALON!", she yells out. The energy shield on her forearm flares to life. Its about the size of a standard shield, quite a bit bigger then a buckler. Ty slowly advances as she draws the pistol out. Her focus is on the uzi goons.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cat robot lurches into motion and Mairin screams at almost the exact same pitch. But she still has enough wherewithal to jump backward and hide behind a large... mouse? "I haven't finished yet!!" she screams after Catman. "The power lines are all frayed!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As Mike walks up and galantly offers his hand, Mairin wheels on him. "Tell that idiot that it isn't fixed yet! I still have to calibrate the bearings!<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She turns back to the cat-men.. "STOP!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>The big thug fires a single shot that pings off Tynan's shield. He looks at the smaller man, who looks back. They shrug and run for it. "You should have sprung to medical, Wendall!!" he yells over his shoulder. <br><br>Thomas gets up from behind the case, "I'm a little busy right this moment. Hang on." He dives out of the way of Fluffy, who destroys several display cases as Cat-Man attempts to stop it and turn around. He frowns at the smoke coming from... where you'd expect it. Eeew.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's head cocks to the side as he listens to Mairin's protests and mhmms. "Right. Okay, I'll tell the idiot that after we move you a safe distance away. Because that person over there..." He gestures towards Tynan, "I would not be surprised if they shot more holes into what you were working on IF you stay within range of all this when all this is going on."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty takes a moment to watch the men run away. Ok, so those two have brains. Good for them. Less murdery tonight. The woman smiles behind her mask before she walks over to Mairin. She glares down a long moment. "Mairin, get up. We're going to have a very very long converstion about my contract, and having to save you from abduction. HOW DO YOU GET ABDUCTED?! Don't they teach you how to not get kidnapped in science school? Or is there a class that requires you to learn how to be kidnapped before you get a degree...", she says. Ty isn't happy.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She nods her head to Mike, and starts helping Mairin up, while keeping her shield between the Kittehs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"But..." Mairin sputters and gestures at the smoking robot. "Look at what he *did*!!!" She flails her arms but lets Mike lead her away. "I was so close," she confides. "I just had to align the rotors and calibrate... and maybe put in a few more power conduits... And now it's all ruined..." She really does sound like she might just cry.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She looks up as Ty approuches and starts lecturing her. And her face slowly morphs from outraged.. to confused. "Laili?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake watches the robot being taken through a K-turn. He knows the cat's skin is at least 50 millimeters of armor but he throws the catarang. Ah so much better balance than the newer models. The catarang k-Tangs off the side of the robot as he turns it around and slips off the side. He lands on the floor with the saddle, its belt slashed by the catarang. <br><br>Cat-Man looks up at Catman. <br><br>"Yeah... I was going to get that costume off you too... &lt;sniff sniff&gt; Second thought -you can keep it. You will be happy to know... that is actually my robot. It should have been dropped into the Atlantic. So... you received stolen property out of the police yard. And you have similar swag that should have been destroyed. Gotham takes a hard line on theme weaponry. I... wouldn't report any of this to the cops... but I will be reporting aaaaaall this swag you collected to the previous owners. I might have even seen a Doombot. Good night, Cat-Man." <br><br>He goes over to Fluffy and releases the parking brake. "I think he can make it to the flatbed we rented. If we go slowly."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike gives an understanding nod. "It really stinks when people mess up your work." He agrees, "But, maybe we can make arrangements to where you can finish your work later if you want. Only, it'd be more voluntary. None of this-" <br><br> He nods to Tynan's words, "-abduction bull. That stuff is just annoying."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Dark Caliber. I don't know who Laili is.", Ty says. "Now get up, before I have to call your teacher.", she tells. The woman helps Mairin up to her feet, and glares. "And you're paying for the fuel.", she says. The woman looks around, and shakes her head at all this. "Also, I may have your teacher take us to Madripor, for your lessons.", she tells.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Leans into Ty, ignoring Mike completely now. Wait... was there someone there that she was talking to?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Don't do that... She'll make me do the laundry." She cranes her head around to look over Ty's shoulder, obviously still obsessed with the cat robot, then launches into the same complaints to Ty that she'd given to Mike. "I could have done it you know. I could have made it... beautiful."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pricks his ears up and turns around to approach the two women and Mike. He rests a very large, heavy and hard hand lightly on Mairin's shoulder. "Why are you being so mean to this little bunny of a person? She didn't get abducted on person. Are you cold? Here, sweetie." He whips his cape off and settles it around Mairin's shoulders, the hem and several inches of material dragging on the floor. "You come to Gotham cable in the morning and I'll see about you finishing the job on the robot. Bring the cape with you, please."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Message received. Mike looks over towards Tynan, "I trust you got her for the rest of this." Performer spinning around, the cape remains surprisingly still as he starts to walk back towards Catman. He makes about one step before realizing Thomas was heading towards them. He stops moving, letting Thomas finish his walk over and reprise what Mike had been saying earlier. With, just less loss of clothing.<br><br>The lady in charge of the costume department is scary. God help him if he comes back with part of it missing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2156|Tynan Ireton (2156)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Ty looks at Mairin a bit. "Doing laundry is better then what I got planned for you. can't have you getting abducted anymore. I have an image to uphold.", she says with evil intent. She looks at Thomas. "We're training under the same teacher. We both joined at the same time, but I have a bit more...combat traiing then most.", she tells. The woman looks over at Mike. "Thank you, and you guys might want to edit out any portions with me in it. I'm not sure your show can have you be seen with an internationally wanted mercenary...", she says.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3270|Mairin Moran (3270)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mairin turns to look at Thomas and her brow furrows. "You! Why did you let him ride it? Ride it?! With the interlocks pulled and everything. Do you realize what your idiotic fight did to the motors? It will take--" she stops short... and her whole demeanor shifts. "Wait... What?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now even Ty is getting the cold shoulder at the prospect of being able to work on the cat again. Wasn't she just saying what a piece of junk it was?<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/09/24<br />
|Location=Wetworks Bar and Distillery<br />
|Synopsis=Dinah blocks Thomas at a price of her own stability. Rave gets a lesson about the heroic and villainous life. And learns what hard liquor tastes like.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=463,979,1334<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>No bike. Well, OK, the backup. But it's not her beloved bike. Kate promised she was tracking the Tongs and that they'd find her bike, but until then, Dinah had to make do with the other one. The almost identical other one. The one that performed about the same, that felt about the same ... but wasn't her first love!<br><br>Naturally she went out to drink.<br><br>And where do you drink when you don't want to drink alone? You drink where they make the whisky on premises, naturally. It's rye, sure, but Hell, it's not bad.<br><br>This is how Dinah finds herself at the central island, sitting in one of the stools, and telling the cocktail guys who keep trying to push girly drinks on her that she's fine with just rye.<br><br>I mean what kind of idiot offers the Black Canary, in costume, GIRLY drinks!?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake found himself thrown out. After a day of getting his tiger settled, then discovering the poor beast had a gum infection, he had to go through a solo kidnapping of a vet to treat him. He had to return the vet to his home, provide compensation. At this point everyone had enough of his carrying on and he was unceremoniously ported to Gotham. In his classic costume. So he found himself at the bar as well and drinking and deciding he'd head back to Rasputin and those stup-id girls after the next drink... and the next drink... and the next. <br><br>He told people he was drumming up interest in Theme of the Crime, his show and it seemed to be working.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> Of course, Rave had been waiting for the call. Never mind how much response she'd gotten on her 'hero feed' of her social media thanks to a couple of the shots from that encounter (the one with the exploding van had been particularly amazing), the fact she'd got to fight alongside two 'big names' had been the best part for the bluenette. <br><br> It had taken every ounce of control she had not to go running ofd and chasing the bike down, but Batwoman had specifically told her to let them track it...so she had to wait. <br><br> Was it accident or a little rumor following that guided her here? Hard to know, but there was no missing the young woman with the glowing blue locks pushing through the door. <br><br> "Oh! I'll have something sweet!" she calls as she sets herself down beside Canary without really waiting for an invitation. <br><br> Yeah, she'd drink a girly drink.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah looks up from her tumbler and blinks. Does a double- double-take. Wait, Catman? Isn't he a bad guy? She remembere... No, he was going straight last she'd heard.<br><br>Still. Her eyes started to bore into him, like she's trying to laser-drill holes in his head between gulps of the precious amber.<br><br>Then the blue-haired one came in. The one that was responsible for the Russian truck blowing up by taking Dinah's target away. (That's her story and she's sticking to it. Not that she's upset because that was a GLORIOUS explosion!)<br><br>And sat beside her.<br><br>Somewhere a few brain cells click together. This was not an accident.<br><br>"Hey, Blue," she says in greeting. "Nice to see you again. You a whisky drinker?"<br><br>Her eyes slide Catman's way as she speaks. If she were the kind to watch the show, she'd do the Prisoner's "be seeing you" gesture his way...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> "I mean, not really...but I'll give it a try?" Rave admits, shrugging her shoulders as she holds up a hand to hold off on the order she'd just attempted to place. <br><br> Catman, costume or no, wasn't someone the young heroine seemed to recognize, but there's a tilt of her head as she catches the staring, a tilt of her head and a grin coming to her glossed lips. <br><br> "Is that an ex of yours or something?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gets a drink and knocks it back. He passes a couple of cards out to curiosity seekers. "Me get arrested? If the cops started arresting people for wearing costumes... things would get interesting? Here take a card, show's website in on the back. Oh... well thank you darling..." The darling in question writes a pone number on one of the cards and hands it back. His nostrils flare a bit as he catches the spoor of his favorite prey, girlie drinks...! <br><br>He glances over to his left. Saeko? Nah too short and tiny. And... oh for fuck's sake. The bad ass. e wonders does she want to give him the talk. He loves the talk. Even from Batman. However he is getting some legit interest in theme of the crime, especially when he drops Nick Drago's name, and Simon Trent's. He has to do right by his people. He soon has a circle around him listening and laughing.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ex-con." Dinah's voice is short and clipped. "I hope on the 'ex' part," she adds. "And if you're new to whiskies, take it easy. A smooth one will slip past you and explode in your head if you're not careful. And if you're not experienced..."<br><br>She lets the speedster work out the possible problem of drunk speeding.<br><br>"Oi! Catman! What's this about a show? You're going to start filming your crimes to make it easier to prosecute?"<br><br>Dinah's voice is light and playful. Her mouth is open in a broad, teasing grin. Her eyes are boring a hole still.<br><br>"If so, on behalf of the Justice League and others we thank you for your service!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> It was a thing that most speedsters couldn't get drunk, their metabolism preventing them from feeling the effects, for Rave? Well...she needed to 'heal' herself if she wanted to avoid the effects in any other way than simply riding it out like any other normal human. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Lifting her drink as it comes, the thanks earns a broad grin, a tilt of her head before she takes a sip. "Man, I should have filmed that. That's so aweso-" she begins, only to pause her slight fangirling. <br><br> "I mean, happy to be of service!" <br><br> A moment that would have perhaps flown better as a recovery had she not immediately started coughing at that first sip. <br><br> One doesn't drink a whiskey like they would a lighter cocktail!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake raises his drink to Dinah. "I figured televising them is the only way you'd ever know what AI was doing. Next sow is about you. Ya lose your voice after the teaser and are mute until the last commercial!" Hah. He signals to the barkeep for a glass of water and brings it over to Rave. "What are you trying to do here? Kill someone? You never heard of soda... here sweetie, take a sip when you feel you can." At that point he does sound sincere because... he's a crook, not a monster.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>"Like," Dinah scoffs, "I need the Cry to kick ass on your tribe! Here, someone tie my right hand behind my back to my left foot. I'm still ready to take Catman down."<br><br>Yeah, she's about three drinks in. It's showing in the bravado.<br><br>Rave's sputtering cough engenders a bit of amusement, but, old pro that she is at this, she's already on the way with water herself, her glass clinking with Thomas' as she offers it.<br><br>"What the ex-con said." Quick flick of the eyes at 'ex' again. "The good news is that this isn't going to slip past you and make you drunk without your noticing."<br><br>Bright pot of gold at the end of every dark lining of silver cl... No, that's not how it goes. Dinah plops down her glass and signals for a refill so the burn can clear her head.<br><br>"Anyway, Catman, how are you? Keeping to the straight and narrow are we? And what's this about a show?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> "I'm good," Rave protests, perhaps a little less convincing for the flush of her face and clear attempts not to continue coughing. "I'm good, I just...inhaled a little is all." <br><br> Smooth Rave, well played. <br><br> Lesson learned, she takes a smaller sip, doing her best not to further embarass herself in front of the 'big leagues' and instead tilting her head. <br><br> "So why Catman? Do you summon cats? Or can you like, see in the dark or claw things?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks disappointed. "I'm doing a cable series. Here take a card, have someone read it to you. Oh to think I should be 'ex-conned' by the Black Canary! Well I'm hurt quite frankly. Hurt and disappointed. You're holding out on me with this lovely. Hello darlin' -what do you do besides loose men in those eyes and dress up whatever room you grace? Don't believe everything she tells you about me. Like she could beat me without the shriek." <br><br>"Why Catman? Wow I fell off the grid a while ago. Yes I see pretty well in the dark, yes I've been known to claw stuff. Cats and I get along -lions mane-ly. You know... manes? I'm good with all big cats though. What's your story? Tell me before you get a contact high from Canary breathing on you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah takes the card and looks it over. "How positively wholesome. You're getting into the entertainment industry! And ... wow! What do you have on Drago and Trent to sign on board?" She smacks herself on the forehead. "Oh, I know! You've kidnapped someone dear to them and this is part of the terms of their return!"<br><br>She steps a bit between Catman and Rave, making sure that both understand she's there to intervene.<br><br>"Aren't you living with...? oh, no, she's in Arkham. What abo...? No, she's in Ryker's. Maybe...? No, that one left for Brazil just ahead of the process servers." Hopefully Rave is getting the message about womanizing cons. "Well, whoever you're living with now, I'm sure you're very happy together."<br><br>Turning to face Rave, then, she asks, genuine concern filtering through the haze.<br><br>"Keep off her, Catman. She's new to the scene and isn't armed for your kind of bear yet. No challenge. You're a big game hunter, not a mousecatcher."<br><br>Then a slight guffaw.<br><br>"But she's got spirit. She'll be a regular in the news before long."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br>Rookie or not, it didn't take a genius to realise she was being talked down to...or at least being referred to as the 'mouse'. <br><br> "Hey! I've stopped a bunch of monsters, fought mutants and superhumans and even some killer robots before! I'm not exactly helpless!" <br><br> Of course, one of those had her breaking her own leg, but at least she healed pretty quick thanks to her power. <br><br> Still, the girl lifts her hands, a little trace of neon hanging in the air as she frames her own face with a lingering 'heart' of neon left in the wake of her fingertips. <br><br> "I'm a neon rainbow of awesome after all...I just don't have as much practice as someone like Canary." <br><br> Oh she caught the warning, but odds are she was showing off for the fellow vigilante as much as the 'ex-con'. <br><br> "My name is Rave."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake extends a hand. "Superheroes... you stay in this business and all you do is talk down to people. Pfft. Calling her a mouse. She's more a muse." He leans closer sniffing a little at the light frame she worked up. <br><br>At that moment his phone rings and he answers it. "Hello? Oh... warm up a half gallon of milk and pour a fifth of Scotch in it for him, he'll settle down. Yes... no... the good Scotch you keep stealing to drink lying around in my shirts when I'm out. Thank you, Crumpet." There is a stream of profanity from the phone that fairly shakes it out of the man's hand before he shuts it. "Sorry, I have a sick cat." <br><br>He regards Rave warmly a moment. Keep patronizing er right my way, Fishnets.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nobody here," Dinah says, voice a little thick and bleary, "is doubting your ability in a fight, Rave." She pauses as she tries to marshal her thoughts into something coherent. "I mean you joined Batwoman and I in one and were a brilliant asset."<br><br>Something about the way she worded that seems to amuse her and she bursts out in a momentary giggle. (It's probably 'brilliant'.)<br><br>"Best of all we got a really good fireworks display and provided a perfect 'shock and awe' situation because of your aid. It was gorgeous! And fun!"<br><br>That smile is a fond reminiscence. She seems, bizarrely, to have enjoyed getting scorched and bruised by the flames and concussion of massive explosions.<br><br>Then her face gets serious.<br><br>"But this one is something different. In a straight up fight, you and he would be like me and him. You'd have a good chance of winning. But he doesn't fight straight." She blinks owlishly through the haze. "He fights dirty. And I don't just mean with fists and elbows and knees and claws. I mean up here."<br><br>She points to her temple.<br><br>Eventually.<br><br>The first two tries miss.<br><br>"That's the kind of fight no amount of powers and chutzpah's gonna make you win. You gotta look out for his kind. He's experienced. He's ruthless. And he has a savage charm that's really appealing."<br><br>That look in Dinah's eyes isn't attr... oh, EW!<br><br>"And he knows it. Be careful."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> Well, what can Rave say to that? Clearly there was a lot more going on then she'd been privy to and warnings of mind games intermingled with praise she was all too happy to recieve. <br><br> Of course, seeing Dinah take a couple of attempts to point to her temple has the younger and likely more lightweight drinker heroine giggling and setting her own whiskey down. <br><br> "Do uh? Do you want to go get a coffee or something?" <br><br> Better to stop herself while she was just buzzed, this was one 'battle' she wasn't going to try and match the Canary in. <br><br> Back to Thomas and she gives a little mouthed 'aww'. "Poor thing!" <br><br> Sick kittens are instant sympathy. Rave might be sometimes made of laser, but she was far from made of stone!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smiles at Rave. "See... she's sweet. It'd be a pleasure to be taken in by her. Thank you, Rave." He gives Rave a light pat on the hand in thanks. "There's 'hee-roes' think they can change things if they just punch enough of the right people. Don't be one of those, Rave. there are no heroes and villains. We're all people. Don't be too hard on yourself when you discover you're a person too." <br><br>He turns to Canary. "As for you... anytime any place... when you can't blame losing on being hammered. Or... we could get some lunch at the Hellfire Club and talk things over like adults. Resolve some conflicts..." He steps closer to Canary and says the last part softly with that damned smile again. He pulls his cowl back revealing reddish auburn hair that isn't even messed up. Thomas pulls a business card out and after a moment hands it to Rave. "My show is always looking for new talent. I'm sure we could find something for a talented young meta-human like you, behind or in front of the camera. "<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>"He's right, of course. There's no 'heroes' or 'villains'. Just people. Good people and bad people." Dinah's eyes bore into Thomas'. "He's in the latter half, stealing from people, killing people, and when not doing it himself, helping others to do it."<br><br>She turns toward Rave. "He claims to have gone straight now, but ..." A cold smile breaks over her face paired with a sidelong glance at Thomas. "... I've never heard of a tiger changing its stripes, have you? Don't get involved with this one. No matter how reasonable he may sound."<br><br>The invitation is ignored. With visible difficulty. Though Hellfire is a hard sell to a working class hero...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> The card is taken, a blink and a slight furrow of the bluenette's brow. Most 'villains' or badguys she met tended to offer her bullets rather than numbers. <br><br> Whatever the 'show' offered, Rave seems a little lost, or maybe it's because she had her own performance and commitments. <br><br> As the man steps away, Rave actually cleans over to Dinah, clearing her throat and speaking quietly. "I'm confused, was he threatening you or trying to ask you out? Whatever happened to threats and monologues?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is not going to let Canary anger him. He thinks, -Yeah stick with Canary. Se'll show you how to entrap, do illegal search and seizure, and perform breaking and entering to assault people. Only her kind do it under the guise of making the system work.- I have no delusions about what I do. <br><br>Thomas makes his way to the previous circle of fans and resumes in mid story. He tries to shoot Rave a smile when Canary is taking a slug.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>"Why couldn't it have been both?" Dinah asks. "He's a good-looking guy and he knows it. I'm drunk. I'm known to have a train wreck in my personal life. The best way to sabotage me is to get involved with me."<br><br>For all her reputation, Dinah isn't dumb. She's just impetuous.<br><br>"As for threats and monologues, it's up to the villain. Those come from the megalomaniacs. Catman there isn't one of those. He's ... like ... a working-class villain. Kind of like I'm the working-class hero."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> "Isn't that like...dangerous?" Rave muses before shaking her head. "I mean, drunken pickups are always a thing and...you're right, he clearly knows what he looks like but..." <br><br> She trails off, wandering about the likelihood of heroes and villains getting 'black widowed'. <br><br> "I guess it's trickier than 'save people and look good doing it' huh?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:463|Dinah Lance (463)}} has posed:'''<br>Dinah snorts and laughs. "What makes you think danger isn't the whole turn-on? There's not a single person, goodie or baddie, who goes out dressed up in fancy dress to perpetrate or fight crime who's not broken. And the most common shear line is thrills. The danger is the whole point."<br><br>Well, that's what it sounds like in her head. Out of her mouth it's significantly more slurred with some of the words requiring three tries or so.<br><br>"Look, don't get me wrong here. For the villain crowd, Catman's not the worst. Not by far. That's one of those things you gotta get used to. There's a whole spectrum, not just hard good, hard bad."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:1334|Rave (1334)}} has posed:'''<br> Well damn, that was some introspection fuel if ever there was one, but Rave only really needs a minute to shrug. She knew she liked the rush as much as the reward, a thrill from helping people and from dancing between bullets. <br><br> Yeah, that was probably a -little- broken. <br><br> "I mean, I guess I've seen sicker, or like...actual monster zombie horror things, so they're a little worse than a mugger. I think I get what you're saying."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is a gambler. He is a pro at keeping a neutral expression. Broken? Sure. Who isn't. Rave as some harsh lessons to learn. All the more because she's a female. He doesn't pick on women, since his mother entertained him by slapping his mother around, throwing her around, ripping her clothes. He hope whatever hell his father was in, mom was rubbing salt in his wounds. <br><br>A soft spot for women. He has to work on that. He continues his story... <br><br>"So I say to the guard, 'Lissen, Scultz, I didn't draw that door on the wall, honest. It was the Joker.' So Schults ponders this a minute and then asks me, 'Well then, where the fuck is the Joker?' I shrug and say, 'I dunno, he went through the door after he drew it.' That earned me three days in solitary. Worth it." Yes we were all drawing doors. Some us do find a way through them.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/10/01<br />
|Location=Studio 17A - Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=Things don't always run smoothly at a film studio<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979,507<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>'I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world<br>Life in plastic, it's fantastic<br>You can brush my hair, undress me everyw-'<br><br>The crew member grimaces before switching his phone over to silent. Glancing up, he looks to the group staring back to him. "Sorry." He murmurs, glancing to the side.<br><br>The director sighs. "Alright. Starting from the beginning."<br><br>Mike, glances up from his seat, looking over towards the set. While not on the roster to shoot for today, he was brought in for some other reasons. Said reasons were achieved and now he's got a script for a different episode in hand to read through. He looks over to the one on stage and smiles. Things might have changed a little but he's not complaining...much.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas' frenemy, the director rubs his eyes tiredly. "Okay, let's try this one more time. Puffin, you jump on the spring board. 'Catman' here hoists you up over his goddam head!" The last is said pointedly at Thomas' stand in. Though Thomas, grabbing a donut jumps a little. Catman's stunt double, flinches whole heartedly. "And you throw him ff the goddam roof! Got it?" <br><br>"Take... twenty fucking three! Action!!!" Puffin jumps, Catman grabs him and still fails to lift the tux clad round boy high enough again. <br><br>"Cuuuuuuut!!! Goddam it Kevin! ... Thomas... would you be a doll and help us out here?" Thomas smirks. Continues eating the donut, to the chagrin of the wardrobe lady.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the director continue his descent into madness, Mike bites back a chuckle, glancing back to the script as Thomas's stunt double has to attempt some heavy lifting. Oh thank GOD his scenes as bored rich guy Thomas were already filmed. The ranting is still entertaining even without the visual. <br><br> Pale eyes glance up, looking over towards the food table when the director pleads for help from Thomas. Seeing the expression, Mike gives a shake of his head before looking back down, chuckling slightly. <br><br> Well, it's not like they were filming right that second. He turns a page.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pokes the director in the chest with his forefinger, nearly knocking him down. He holds up that finger, one take. The double slinks away. <br><br>"Action!" <br><br>Thomas doesn't bother with any sort of springboard. He grabs Puffin by his collar and belt and stalks towards the roof edge. <br><br>"Too bad for you, Puffin, you're on the restricted list. You don't fly!" He yanks the Puffin up overhead and throws him off the roof, from about ten feet from the parapet. <br><br>"Cut!!! That was amazing!" Stunt coordinators run forward. One leaning over the roof, actually a mere twenty feet high. "Hey, you okay, Gregory?" <br><br>"I'm fine." Some laughter. The coordinator turns to Thomas a little in awe. Then he says by way of praise, "He hit the air bag dead center!" <br><br>Thomas says softly, "Oh.... there's an air bag. I was kind of wondering." Goes back to the donut. "Why did I ever wear a fucking cape? Just gets in the way."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>It is in the midst of all this chaos and carnage that Satana arrives on set. She is, as is her wont, dressed in her usual low-riding, so-tight-they're-practically-internal leather pants and matching leather halter top that does not a lot to halt what's on top. Red hair flows over her shoulders and half way down her back in lazy waves but for the two defiant cowlicks that give her the signature "horns" look she's known for.<br><br>Her presence is announced by cheerful whistling at the door as she steps in, purse slung over one shoulder, dessicated human body with a look of existential terror mingled with unspeakable pleasure over the other. She freezes on seeing all the crew.<br><br>"Oh... was this today?"<br><br>Her eyes dart around the sound stage.<br><br>"Heh... Hi there. I'm Satana." Eyes flick over to Thomas. Help?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>When the scene is reset, Mike glances up to watch the scene taking place. Seeing the man get tossed over, he gives a sigh of relief upon the director shouting 'cut'. The smile is less of amusement but more being glad that this particular take was over with. He closes his script, looking towards Thomas to give a quiet thumbs up. His glance follows the older man as the donut is retrieved, hearing the comment. "Because capes were practically mandatory at one point?" He guesses, "Did they serve any function beyond adding to the appearance?" <br><br> Hearing the whistling he turns his head to look for the cause of such a joyus expression. Upon seeing the redhead, he glances back to Thomas. "Just in time. You've got a visit-"<br><br>His head turns back quickly, looking to Satana again. Is that a-?!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says over his shoulder, "Of course they have a purpose. Several. Plus I wanted to use all the magical cloth I acquired. Put I keep getting it caught on things. Hello, bay-bee!" He grabs the redhead in a hug and whispers, "I thought I killed a guy, but I was wrong. Close call, right? I hate when I do that." He lifts her off her heels with a kiss. Then he spots the cadaver bag and throws his cape around it and her. "Why did you bring an empty? Could you... ?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh fer...!" The director loses his cool as Satana walks into the set. "Hun, this isn't the set of Blood Sisters. That's 18A, not 17A. Get your cute ass over there before Stan has a conniption!" He points imperiously to the inner door leading to the neighbouring sound stage before noting the body.<br><br>"Wait!"<br><br>Not that Satana was planning on going somewhere a silly mortal told her to go...<br><br>The director stalks forward, looking at the body on Satana's shoulder. Up close he gives it a once-over, lifting an arm and letting it fall, repeating this with a leg. "I don't know where Stan got the funding for a prop this good," he muses. "And I don't care. You're on my set. It's my prop now. He can whine to the execs. He's making another horror schlock and I'm making art for the masses."<br><br>He gestures over to a corner. "Put it over there. And tits...ah...toots, you're in. We've got a street scene coming up. I'll give you a voiced part as one of the streetwalkers. Guild scale."<br><br>Turning and walking away from the somewhat taken aback Satana, unsure of how to react, the director bawls out, "REWRITE! We need a scene with freaky shit in it with that prop front and centre. Come up with it and show me what you got!"<br><br>Satana looks at Thomas. "I'm taking him. Now..." Apparently sin is flowing off the director like a torrent.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's eyes widen as the director walks over to play around with the body. The closed script lowers as his free hand raises up, holding up a finger. The mouth opens for a moment before he thinks better of it. Finger lowering He brings the closed hand towards his lips. Sometimes there are wrecks were all you can do is watch. <br><br> The director points over to the crewmember with the offending phone. "YOU! Turn the ringer back on and give it to the hooker! On my cue, you dial that number."<br><br>"Oh for the love of-" Mike mutters.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake maintains his hug. "You can't kill him... he's under contract. Okay okay. Let him alone and I'll do that thing you like that I don't." He winces at the thought. Bitch. "The little melon farmer is a fantastic director. He nixed that stupid pie fight scene. Play along... I'll do it tonight with you. I'll just have to see if Mike will help of course." A pat on the behind seals the deal.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>Satana calms herself visibly as her eyes burn holes in the back of the director's head.<br><br>"To the Barbie song..." she says to Thomas in that voice that brooks no negotiation. Ballet to Barbie Girl, or soul-drained director. And all witnesses present killed.<br><br>Tough choice, really.<br><br>She assembles the facsimile (a bad one) of a pleasant face and drops the body off in the corner indicated before returning to Thomas' side. Spotting Mike, she fingerwaves with a coy (and, to be honest, inviting) smile. Giving Thomas a smooch, she saunters over Mike's way.<br><br>"You're the star today, right?" she asks, getting far too close for comfort. The kind of too close that makes it look like she's practicing for her brief voiced scene as a streetwalker. "I'm here for the party."<br><br>What party?<br><br>Maybe she meant parting. Of the torso protrusions that are practically hugging Mike's arm.<br><br>"Whatchya readin'?" she asks, peering at the script Mike is holding with intense curiosity. "Is this how the movie magic is made?"<br><br>Then something dawns on her. Mike can see the change in her demeanour up close. (It's above the rack, if he happens to glance up at the face at all.) Movie. Magic. She can make it literal.<br><br>A smile spreads slowly across her face as she regards the director once more. It's not the nice one.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the crew works on getting ready for the next scene, Mike watches the bustle before he ends up looking away to cover a sneeze. Eyes closed, his head lingers in that position until he's sure that's the only one coming. Satisfied, he lifts his head up. In time to find Satana approaching. <br><br>He gives the woman a nod. "Hey Satana." He greets, sliding back in his chair to afford him the space necessary to breathe while his arm is left to be introduced to Devil's Canyon. His head turns, looking over to Satana as she inquires to his status today and the script. "I believe Thomas has proven himself the star for today." He replies back, "I'm looking at the script for next episode I-." He stops speaking for the expression change he witnesses, well, on Dazzler it would mean he was going wall climbing again. But on Satana?<br><br>He's very concerned.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake mutters, "Fucking ballet. I been pwned." He looks over at the desicated empty and shrugs. He takes a look at an outline. He raises an eyebrow and looks over at the producer, a hard working guy he could respect. "Paul... you're introducing Fluffy?" <br><br>Paul the producer takes Thomas by the arm. "Yeah... I need a little help with that. I found Fluffy. I need help getting him for the show. Big fight scene. No pies. Promise." He leads a somewhat befuddled Catman away.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>The old adage of looking good coming or going works out quite well for Mike, including a bout of looking good while pressed up against. With that vile smile over her face, she elevates herself out of Mike's grasp again to make a beeline for the director.<br><br>"Mr. Director sir?" she simpers. "What's my motivation for this upcoming scene of mine?" She takes a deep breath for reasons that are obvious when you trace the director's line of sight. She sighs.<br><br>It goes on forever.<br><br>The sigh, I mean. Well, the gaze too. That continues longer than the sigh.<br><br>"I've never had a speaking role before. Why am I out hooking? Am I maybe a demon looking for sinning souls to devour?"<br><br>That snaps the director out of Death's Valley. He looks up at Satana, blinking owlishly for a moment.<br><br>"No, you're just a whore looking for johns. You know. For money."<br><br>"Oh, OK! I'll get to work on my lines!"<br><br>She saunters off in that looking good leaving way as the director sputters behind her, "But ... but ... we haven't written them yet!"<br><br>"Got it!" Satana says over her shoulder.<br><br>Let the chaos begin...<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/09/14<br />
|Location=Cafeteria at Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=A cunning plan is devised to restore Simon's fortunes.<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,3152,979,507<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With the type of persons that frequent the studio, there is plenty of opportunity for the abnormal. But if there is one thing normal that goes on, it is that everyone needs to eat at some point. And for that reason the Cafeteria at the studio more than justifies its existence. <br><br> With it being a typical meal time, the dining area is reasonably populated with many persons taking advantage of the communal seating near the cast and crew members of their respective shows. And over to one side of the dining area, are those who are on site for Theme of the Crime test episode. There are even three Catmen. <br><br> It appears the large guy from the audition came back and is currently dressed up as Fat Catman while Nick lucked out and is dressed in a suit. So, the before and after. While at the table, the two have opted NOT to sit next to each other.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon Trent, the fantastic hero that he is, is dressed in a commissioners uniform from his head to his toe, he's done up in all manner of fancy makeup and costuming for the affair and wearing a fake mustache that he was told was required of a proper and prim police commissioner. Truth be told he couldn't stand the way it felt on his upper lip just hanging there glued into place with spirit gum, he'd never been the type for a moustache but he wasn't about to let people around him know the facts of the situation. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He makes his way through the cafeteria walking over towards his lovely potential costars with a bright and friendly smile across his face even the mustache can't hide. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hello there oh fanciful felonious felines." There's a natural friendly aura about him that's all too infectious as he makes his way to set down at the first available seat. Something that just tugs at the heart for a bit of a smile even when he's not speaking an earnestness that's hard to find in almost anyone else.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is already in the cafeteria and surrounded by the Ivy League, his biggest fans. That is figurative in Kathy's case, she being five nothin in thick sock. Also at the table is the Puffin. Thomas has just finished telling a story which everyone finds hilarious. Laughter rings. Thomas holds court but eventually, as Simon enters and walks over to the Cat crew. He looks at the cats and looks away quickly shaking with a quick bout of silent laughter. "Hey Mr. Trent. I reserved a table for you over there. Sure enough, there is a table with a buck knife embedded in it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the greeting, Nick glances up from his sandwich. A hand reaches over to cover his mouth, still pausing to get more food down before actually talking. "Hi Mr. Trent." Nick greets, the tone to his voice pleasant, although offset a bit. He pauses, hand lowering as he's fully swallowed the food. He starts to wave over to an open seat near him but when Thomas speaks up, he looks over to him. Turning his head to see where Thomas is pointing, he looks to the empty table that has a very effective reservation sign on it. <br><br> Nick's brows lift at the sight, lowering his hand. Oooooo-kay.<br><br>Nick looks back over to Thomas, giving a questioning look.<br><br>Fat Cat looks over to Simon, giving a grunt of greeting, spittling out a bit of the chicken he's eating. <br><br>Catching the tail end of that, Nick covers up his sandwich at the display, looking back over to Simon. "Table seems a bit empty. I'll sit with you."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon turns his attention when called with a bright flash of pearly whites he lifts his tray high into the air with one hand. "Well now that sounds like a plan" before'moving over towards the Ivy League. He's in high spirits from a hard day of work with a spring in his step that bounds him in their direction with relative ease. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At a glance he doesn't seem to mind quite where he ends up setting. Though he does adjust his mustache with a bit of a lip waggle. The thing looks completely natural as if he'd grown it himself the wonders of modern applications, now if only it felt natural on his upper lip. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Still he's an academy award winning actor and a little bit of discomfort is not only expected but embraced with the territory. He slides himself down into the reserved seat before allowing his tray to rest down before him with a light thud. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He's eating light as usual, a lovingly crafted caesar salad, a cup of pudding and a tall glass of apple juice to one side. Health food is the name of the game when you make it to his age and he plans to be bounding around well past his age.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake begs pardon and retrieves the knife, wiggling it a little. He settles down having already had a crack at the ribs section of the buffet. He seems to be enjoying the company and the thin aura of normalcy he has achieved. <br><br>"Once again, Mr. Trent... very sorry for the mint incident at the Beacon." He actually manages to look embarrassed.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Moving away from the blast zone. Nick ends up settling at the same table with the others. Fat Cat either doesn't notice or doesn't seem to care. That must be some GOOD chicken. Catching the tail end of the apology as Nick sits down, Thomas is fixed a questioning glance again. "Mint incident?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No worries Thomas, it happens to the best of us." Simon clearly having moved past the incident by now even though it had only been a few hours prior. "If I had a nickel for every time something similar happened to me during a Gray Ghost showing I'd have four nickels, which is incredible to consider that it's happened four times with different people almost every time." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He lets out a deep belly laugh before settling in with his salad enjoying the meal with a polite series of cuts made to the salad.. Who cuts their salad? Apparently Simon Trent cuts his salad. He looks over towards the group before saying. "Oh I was just beaned by mistake with a junior mint meant for another, a classic case of mintstaken identity."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake reddens a little. "Junior Mints are not ideal missiles. I'm better with throwing knives, or darts, or ca... boomerangs. Those are aerodynamic. And that French girl's accent distracted me."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The younger actor turns to look to his elder, listening to the explanation. The side of his lip curls upward in amusement. The pun ends up triggering a minor wince. His head bows as his head shakes side to side. The wordplay does eventually win out as Nick lets out a small chuckle, "Oh that was bad." <br><br> He starts to unwrap his sandwich again. "French girl?" He prompts Thomas for more detail before biting into his sandwich.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon continues to eat his salad with a knife and fork enjoying the meal and the company even as he rubs the back of his head lightly with the palm of his hand. "Kaboomerangs sound like something we'd have come up with on the Gray Ghost." offered as he adjusts his seating slightly that fake mustache still less than comfortable perched atop his upper lip. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He lightly jokes as he opens up the pudding cup a nice butterscotch pudding that he'd been hoping to enjoy from the moment he saw it on the buffet table. "Oh craft services you never fail to impress."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes, Thomas. French girl?"<br><br>The voice is familiar. The hair. The eyes. The body.<br><br>But not the clothes. Someone has crashed the staff party and is dressed up like a cat. If you think Michelle Pfeifer in the second Burton Batman looked like a cat.<br><br>And somehow, without actually having the neon sign present, she's got that "HELL HERE" vibe going on.<br><br>Yes. Somehow.<br><br>Satana leans on Thomas' shoulders, voice in ear. "Meow, babe," she purrs. Then, louder, "Who are all your adorable friends?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake rolls his eyes at the question. "It was some teensy little french nerd girl watching a movie and sitting near me. We got to talking a little. She sounded like Maurice Chevalier chugging helium. I... I... " He seems to lose his train of thought seeing what Satana has on. <br><br>... <br><br>"Baby! Come to daddy!" He gets up and practically bends her backwards kissing her, despite her demonic strength. Call it adrenaline. He whispers something quietly in her ear before olding a chair for her and sitting down. "This is the great actor, Simon Trent. That... you know who that is, that's Nick. What are you up to and where's Foxy? She sort of zoned out on me in the midst of a... conversation. Gentleman, this is my reason for living -Satana Hellstrom."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick chews quietly, listening to the mention of Kaboomerangs. Chewing thoughtfully, he imagines boomerangs with explosive charges on them which work out great until someone miscalculates on the fuse length. Then it's a race full of uttered explicatives. And then he's trying to imagine what a french woman chugging helium would sound like<br><br> That mental exercise ends up dying away as a familiar voice speaks up, seemingly questioning Thomas's activities. The performer ends up swallowing the bite of food a bit too early getting it stuck in his throat. Eyes wide, the sandiwch is set down on the table quickly as Nick does what Fat Cat should have done. He turns away from the table, angling his mouth towards the floor as he coughs violently into his hand, loosening the food up once more. He lifts up the non food catching hand to a wave in Satana's general direction.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Simon comes to a sudden stand the moment that nick begins to choke. He's ready at a stand to assist the other man without even a second's hesitation. He stands next to nick for a brief moment ensuring that the other man is alright first and foremost before finding his seat once more still having been unable to dig into his delicious butterscotch pudding. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Goodevening Miss Hellstrom" He offers only once he's certain everything can return back to a normal calm. A bright and friendly smile crossing his presently mustachioed face as he relaxes at the table grabbing finally his first spoonful of butterscotch and downing it before anything else strange or dangerous, strangerous if you will, can happen.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>Ignoring the proffered chair and just using Thomas instead, Satana takes a seat, doing the catlike wriggly-squat thing to get comfortable (and for no other reason whatsoever!), while fingerwaving at the others. She does use the set-out chair. To put one leg up on, using her bent knee as an elbow rest.<br><br>"Nick, nice to see you again. I keep meaning to call."<br><br>She makes a gestures with her hands like claws grabbing for something. For some reason. An unfathomable one. Paired with an almost cruel playful grin.<br><br>Her eyes then fall on Simon. "Ooh. I think I heard of you. You've been around forever! You're, like, a legend in crime circles!"<br><br>Beat.<br><br>"Fighting. Crime-fighting. Circles."<br><br>Oopsie. Only the face is not showing any hint of embarrassment. Just amusement.<br><br>"Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?" she asks after eyeing the acting legend's outfit. "Did I guess right? Some kind of Kripo show? I really must look up your latest projects!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake ponders for a moment. "Satana... I want to ask you to do something, for me. Mr. Trent and his show meant a lot to me, it was bright spot in my really awful childhood." <br><br>"Some miserable so and so's have taken a lot of his money that should have gone to renovating a very run down section of Gotham. I want to get it back and see the guilty punished. Will you help me? Nick, that goes for you too." His arm tightens around her tiny waist.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Once things have calmed down. Nick becomes aware of Simon lingering nearby. "I'm alright." He murmurs softly to Simon. The hand at his mouth lowers, closing and turning downwards. His lips press together into a thin line before he looks over towards Satana, "Hi Satana."<br><br> He turns, reaching over to the dispenser to grab a few napkins before turning back, bringing them over to the closed hand. For some reason, he's no longer wanting the sandwich.<br><br> He is tempted to step away to go wash his hands but when Thomas starts to detail a situation going on, he looks over to Thomas. When he's adressed he tilts his head, glancing towards Simon before looking back to Thomas, "What did you have in mind?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Police commissioner, but close enough." Simon offers with a light chuckle and a smile before returning to his butterscotch. What can be said except the man loves his butterscotch when it's provided free of charge. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; His expression changes somewhat when the loss of finances is brought up. He looks more than a bit surprised for a brief moment before collecting himself back together. "I've always wanted to see park row prosper," He admits after a brief moment of silence. "The money may have gone missing but I would spend my entire fortune over again if given the chance to do any different." He sets down the cup of butterscotch onto the table looking over towards an open spot of ground. "The people deserve some level of hope in dark and trying times, and if I can give that then it's worth every lost penny."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>"Oh, you know me, silly dear! I'm always down for punishing the wicked!"<br><br>How can someone dress like Catwoman, talk in a thrilling contralto, and still give off Peg Bundy vibes?<br><br>"Whose soul do I send screaming to Hell?" she asks, her eyes gauging Simon thoughtfully. "And I approve fully. I love giving people hope."<br><br>Left unspoken: to crush it later for even greater despair.<br><br>"So I'm doubly down for this. Punish an evil-doer and give people hope. Count me in." This followed, mysteriously, by, "I'm getting hungry anyway."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gives Satana his best, 'Please don't kill anyone look.' He frowns a little. "You do what you want with it; it's your money, Mr. Trent but... I am no hero. I am just a man who likes to take a bully, who set themselves on a high perch and thinks no one can touch them, and give them a hard shove. I've stolen millions from honest people and paid for it. I have a skill set. I am very good at stealing money. It took Batman to stop me before. This person is unlikely to go to Batman for help." <br><br>"Our first goal is to make some money for you... some big bucks. You donate it to Park Row Renovations and we follow it to its destination. Now to give them this money... you set a condition. What with the way they were burning through chairman... you want to pick the next one." He gives Satana a relatively reserved -though long kiss.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick looks back over towards Simon at the mention of spending all of his fortune all over again. He blinks. "Well, I can understand wanting to help. We got music collaboration project going with Shaw Records to raise funds for some charities. Plus the toy drive thing. And there are usually some charity dinners..." He lets the topic drop. Holiday seasons are just, full of fundraisers. No point listing all of them. <br><br>He looks to Thomas, staying quiet as he listens to the man detailed plan.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:507|Satana (507)}} has posed:'''<br>"He really is too good to be true, isn't he?" Satana says to Thomas as she regards Simon. "You want to make your fortune back...so you can give it away? That is utterly charming!"<br><br>Somehow she manages to make 'charming' sound like a dirty word. Yes, that kind of dirty.<br><br>"Well, anyway, it was nice seeing you all," she continues, getting up from Thomas' lap and filling his vision with something else. "But when Thomas plans things get dull. And I've got to prepare a few things of my own for his plan. I'll be in my 'lab', Magic Thighs."<br><br>With that Satana slinks out the front door (emphatically NOT how she entered!), seemingly trying, via hip and shoulder counter-rotational magic, to attract every pair of eyes in the place as she does so. As is her hobby.<br><br>"Toodles!" she calls out, raising a hand to fingerwave over her shoulder.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake motions the men remaining at the table closer. <br><br>"I have a cunning plan..."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/09/07<br />
|Location=The Wick<br />
|Synopsis=Catman signs the Gray ghost to play the part of comissioner in his new project and the two share a heart to heart.<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,3152<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>A Tuesday morning at the Wick finds Thomas Blake. Blake is hardly recognizable. That is to say, he's saved, well groomed and wearing a silk suit. Instead of his usual messenger pouch he has a top notch briefcase. Several papers litter his table, a four bone dry shot glasses. They stacked up because he ordered all four at once. Not to mention the waitress is entangled with him and making... small talk. Yes, let's just call it small talk. Small talk and giggling in a very unprofessional manner. <br><br>The management is familiar with Mr. Blake, indulge him and reap his gratitude. Restrict him at your own peril. The waitress is reaping gratitude. Finally she gets free, grabs the shot glasses, stopping to squee twice, and no one ever saw his hands move!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon Trent is dressed in his usual attire a fairly simple looking sweater over a plain shirt and pants. He looks more like a grandfatherly figure than one might expect with that bald spot in the middle of his head having worn him down to look a bit more like a certain butler of Gotham than he might be comfortable with, minus the impressive moustache. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Still he's a man on a mission as he enters the Wick walking with a confident smile and a friendly gait. He's still got the rock solid chiseled features of his youth but they've been worn with age so that they could only maybe cut diamonds with that chin of his. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'll have a coke with a shot of cherry and a lime wedge on the side" He offers with confidence as he flashes a brilliant smile of pure white teeth towards the bartender. He's still got it, or at the very least he believes that he's still got it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake knows believing you've got it is half the battle. He springs to his feet and waves, a little too fast. te table nearly goes over and the big man grabs it just in time, his jacket barely holding up. "Mr. Trent, sir! Over here! I'm so glad yu agreed to see me." He pulls a chair out for Simon and gestures for him to sit. <br><br>Hell this is as far as you can get from his usual 'screw everyone' devil may care attitude. "It's an honor sir!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon lights up with a bright and friendly expression across his face. "Of course Mr.Blake, of course I can always make time for an opportunity with someone like yourself." He makes his way back over towards the table with coke in hand a spring in his step as he does. There's an almost infectious joviality to this man with every word that he speaks his very body language that just brings a smile to the faces of the people around him. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I admit it's not often these days that I get a casting call request that isn't for another Gray Ghost videogame or television commercial." He chuckles to himself as he sets his drink down onto the table setting down with relative ease.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smiles. Do they shake hands or is that after a successful deal? He sits down. <br><br>"I think you'd like this part, sir. Theme of the Crime is a fictionalized series about theme criminals in Gotham, but not Gotham. Gotham has Penguin, we have Puffin. The alternative would be to face Cobblepot's shark tank of lawyers. Gotham has Poison Ivy, we have the Ivy League. I suggested your name for the part of the police commissioner. We have eight shows in the first season and we would like to sign you up for three to start. The commissioner is a complex man struggling between upholding the law and dealing with increasingly unorthodox methods to curb the cirminals. Here's some dialogue, a bio..." Thomas hands the actor a script. Another script, yellow with age sits in a plastic bag. The cover reads BGG episode 23 The Velvet Claw.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon gets right down to business skimming over the script his attention dotting from one page to the next in a seamless motion. "Really a police commissioner." He pauses for a brief moments thought as he lets out a low hmm, before pulling out his reading glasses in order to get a better look at things. He catches that yellowed script out of the corner of his eye and a light smile crosses his lips. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "An interesting episode to film." He says rather suddenly. "Our work with Martha Filemonsen was an absolute treat, and I can tell you from memory the number of times she managed to accidentally step on my big toe during the dance number near the mid point of the episode." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He chuckles to himself for a brief moment lost in memories even as he continues to skim through the script, adjusting his reading glasses. "Filemonsen was a far better singer than she ever was a dancer."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks at the script and gets a roguish smile suddenly. He chuckles about the dance number. Then he holds up the script and carefully takes it out of the bag. "You might expect me to ask you to sign this, sir. No need. You already did." He gingerly opens the cover. "There was this bumbling little cigarette girl who gave the Gray Ghost a clue? Bit part. She returned for three other similar parts. She was sort of a running gag. Her name was Sienna Cicero. She was my mother. A while later of course, after she gave up acting." There is a softness that plays about his eyes as he speaks. That rarely happens. <br><br>"She... said you were very kind and a gentleman to her -unlike many." <br><br>"Please understand, I know you can act. I saw you in other work. I think this part would be an excellent fit but... I have no small measure of gratitude as well." Yes it was a bit of a scuffle with the producers. After making a healthy contribution to the show, and hanging a recalcitrant director out a window for calling him 'bitch' the deal came through. Simon would get the part if he wanted. The audition would be a formality. No need to burden Mr. Trent with that information.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Simon places down his script looking over the faded yellow script from years gone by. He pauses for a long moment. His hand rests on that familiar calligraphy of his. It's not like the typical one and done cignature one might expect from an actor, or even an author. No it's full on calligraphy with a minute attention to every little detail more like what someone would expect out of a medieval bible than a quick signature on the midst of a set. The words in bold are written 'You can only lose when you stop trying-Simon Trent' <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He chuckles softly under his breath looking at that faded old script the memories flowing back to him as he adds a low sigh trailing off at the end as he runs his hand down the side of the manuscript. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It wasn't always easy playing the Gray Ghost without being the Gray Ghost." He offers looking up from the script. "There was so much going on that I wanted to do in order to help people like he could, The Gray Ghost" He pauses a long moment looking off to one corner. "So much I wanted to stop."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks a little downcast. Then there is a fierce light in his eyes. "You tried to revitalize Park Row. You helped. Most of these so-called heroes just live to beat me up... or did. I... was Catman. I did bad things. I try not to do bad every day as I make my way int this world. But, no one wakes up one day and decides they want to put on a costume and steal original artwork for 'The Katzenjammer Kids.' I want this show to explain why people do this, that maybe no one is irredeemable." <br><br>"Except the Joker. He... nope. Nope." Thomas Blake shakes his head.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3152|Simon Trent (3152)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Trent takes a long pause before looking up. He seems to gain the wind back behind his sails somewhat as he sets up on the spot looking across the table towards Catman. "Joker is." Simon starts to speak before trialing off and starting again. "You see he..." The words just fall flat and all Simon can do is clear his throat before taking a sip of his lime cherry coke. "I'll do it."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; He pauses for a long moments thought before adding. "But I'd like half my wages donated directly to the Park Row revitalization fund." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Oh boy it's that fund again. The same one that already took his millions and produced almost nothing. It was notorious as being a very underfunded group with a very lofty goal of rebuilding Park Row to its former glory. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; They'd already had six chairmen murdered attempting the revitalization, funds stolen, arsen. Someone out there really had it out for Park Row.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Park Row. More of his millions lost. <br><br>Not this time. <br><br>He didn't know what he could do but, despite his glaring faults (and he had many) if there was one thing Catman detested, it was a bully. This was the work of a lethal bully. <br><br>Maybe... they needed the right chairman. Wouldn't pointy ears love that. He had hit on one way to drive a Bat crazy -stay legit. Not necessarily honest mind you, but legit. <br><br>"Agreed. Before taxes. And... I'll do likewise." <br><br>What?! Oh for... why don't I just dress up as the Gray Ghost? <br><br>"We can sign the paperwork tomorrow at the Gotham Cablevision Building."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/09/02<br />
|Location=The Wick<br />
|Synopsis=In a crowded room, Mike, Helmut, and Thomas have a toast to a hero they can all agree to toasting. Many drinks were had.<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,2969,979<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Thursday evenings, while not the same as Friday or Saturday, are quite busy at the Wick. The more experienced college students who have become scheduling masters are already starting off their three day weekends. Some of the working class are here just to get enough good vibes in to survive just one more day in the office. As for Mike? <br><br> Well, truth be told. Sometimes a guy just wants to take a break from cooking his own dinner and the the french dip is nothing to laugh at at the Wick. So Mike has managed to wrangle him a nice table off to the side. A feat of itself because this place is paaaaaacked. Woe be the next person who comes into this bar!<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As if the college crowd needed a reason to gather together and imbibe copious amounts of alcohol. Luckily that wasnt the reason for Zemo's sojourn to The Wick. He had looked for a good sandwich on his phone, and it was suggested that The Wick was a great place for a French Dip. His tray contained a cup of jus, the fries, and a steamy hot sandwich with melted provolone. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"Excuse me..." He says in his husky voice. "Would you mind sharing your table?" He asked Mike, before looking around. "Seems like I picked a busy night." He comments, giving a small smile.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the unique voice, the musician's head turns towards the source. Pale eyes setting upon the newcomer smiling to him, Mike feels compelled to return the visual greeting. "Sure." He replies, glancing down to the table to move his own plate and glass closer to him, freeing up some more of the real estate. "Yes, this place can get crowded on Thursdays." Mike attention shifts to what Zemo has and grins, "But I have a feeling you'll find that worth the hassle." He nods to his own sandwich, "Why I'm risking the crowds tonight, myself as well."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Nobody can say no to a delicious sandwich." He admits, sliding up to a chair and setting down his meal. "Thank you." He says, pulling his chair in and a napkin placed on his lap. "I am guessing you are not a student." He asks, taking a bite after dipping.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike glances over to the boisterous students, and shakes his head. "Not in that sense." He reaches over to grab his glass, "GED's the furthest I went degree wise." Pulling his glass over to his lips he pauses to glance over to Zemo. "But that doesn't mean I've stopped learning. It's just more independent study and the occasional tutor." <br><br> The glass lowers before he takes a sip. "One thing I'm apparently bad at is conversations. Skipped past the name part." He gives a slight two fingered salute in greeting, saving the tablemate the pressure of having to drop the sandwich. "I'm Mike." <br><br> Name given, he resumes sipping his beer.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Of course." That husky voice comments, before continuing. "One should never stop learning. It is the folly of fools to do so." Zemo conclused, before nodding back to Mike. "Helmut." Strange name. But then again, his accent definitely gave him away as European.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike lowers the glass. "Helmut..." He repeats, "That's not a very common name around here." He pauses, "Well, maybe Yorkville." The pauses, "So, I suspect you too are not one of the typical college crowd." He pauses, "Otherwise you'd know about how some of them manage to start their weekends a day early."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Correct. University was many years ago for me." Zemo offers, before looking to the crowd. "And I am from Europe. As you probably guessed." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;His pilsner glass tipped up for a moment, drinking in the nectar. "And yourself?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not as far for me." Mike admits, "Homewise it's been split between Gotham and New York. But I do get to travel a bit for work. Actually, did Ireland and Italy in May. I'll probably hit Europe again early next year. Whereabouts in Europe are you from?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Zemo tipped up the glass once more, setting it down before closing his eyes a moment, and opening them, looking to Mike's. "Sokovia." The name was worldwide news years ago, the country decimated by the Sentinel uprising.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike grows quiet, smile that had been forming in the conversation going the way of Sokovia. "Oh." He frowns slightly. "Were you there when-" He stops, uncertain how to to describe the destruction that was conveyed in the news.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I was deployed out of country...when it happened." Theres a solemnity there as he says it. Without mentioning he lost everyone he held dear to him, his face betrays his otherwise stoic demeanor.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ah." Mike's loss for words linger for a few moments, processing the expression being displayed, along with the whereabouts. He takes a deep breath, letting out a sigh, "Doesn't make it any better." No request for a confirmation. Just statement.<br><br>He takes a moment to take a long sip of his beer. Using the moment to gather his thoughts. Thinking of possible ways to steer the thought process away from the topic. The jus is salty enough without adding more to it.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Zemo tips his glass up again, drawing in the beer. "I missed a good beer." At least its a truth, and not sad.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>A glance is given to Helmut, thankful for the topic change. A small smile emerges as Mike gives a nod to the sentiment. "Well then. We shouldn't let it stop at just the one then. How about I get the next round?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Very well." Zemo offers up in bis husky voice, before raising his glass to Mike. "Prost!" <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;At least, the mood has changed to this side of positive.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Behold the power of beer. Smile strengthening his own glass gives a slight lift. "Slainte." After sipping his drink once more, he sets the glass down, catching the eye of one of the servers. He holds up a finger before gesturing to both beer glasses and then to himself. After getting a nod, he glances back to Helmut. "So, how long were you without good beer?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is dressed in his leathers. The Catman gear is stored. A messenger pouch is slung over one shoulder. He wrinkles his nose at the crowd. This is not pleasant to someone with his nose. He weaves through the vapid, the phone obsessed, and the tipsy. He doesn't jostle or bump anyone though in his passing more tan one head turns; male, and female. And he stands there drinking his beer, eying the herd, seeing who wants a fight or... the other f-word. <br><br>Meh.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Three years, give or take a month or so." Helmut answers, before setting down the glass and sandwich. He even started to look...happy. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;It wasnt until he eyed Thomas Blake that he turned back to Mike, and stared into his beer for a moment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's brow raises at the time period. "Damn. That is a long time." He comments, "I probably shouldn't complain when I have to forgo it just for a month or two then. Hell, If you're still up for it I'll get you a second round." <br><br> Seeing Helmut glance to the side and look away, the pale eyed musician continues looking in that direction. Recognizing the man, Mike gives a wave to Thomas. When he's sure he's gotten the man's attention, he gestures over to one of the other empty seats at the table, just in case the man is prowling for a place to sit in the crowded establishment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is noticing a young lady noticing him. He gives her the arched eyebrow and the bad boy smirk, but then notices Mike and... someone else. He makes an excuse to the young woman who makes a face until he hands her a card. He weaves towards the table in question. "Mike... I have news. I just got in from Gotham. The show is getting a green light! They made me an executive producer after I helped finance it. Also ... you would not believe how easy it is for an executive producer to get tail. Oh sorry... I didn't mean to intrude. I'll call you. Hello." He acknowledges Zemo, staring at him for a moment.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Well hell. There he was. Zemo at least hopes that he isnt immediately given up. "Hello." He offers to Thomas, before taking another drink. "I would not be rude and turn you down. But you must allow me to purchase yours." He floats that prospect to the undercover rocker. The waitress comes back, dropping off the two ordered beers, and looks to Thomas with a cordial smile. "What can I get you?" She asks, through the cacophany of the college crowd.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Not expecting the sudden drop to business when Thomas arrives. Mike's brow rises as his hand lowers to the table. Really? That show got green lit? But the explanation to how they got funding and Thomas's description of added sucess in a certain topic does force the musician to stifle a chuckle. "I have a strong feeling that it's not just being an executive producer that had something to do with it." Mike muses, smiling back over to Helmut, "Alright. Fair enough. We'll do that."<br><br> Pausing long enough to give a pleasant smile and a soft thanks to the server, he shifts the glass to sit next to his near empty one. <br><br> Upon the server being finished, he glances over to the two guys. Remembering the conversation etiquette this time around, "Oh Thomas, this is Helmut. Helmut. Thomas." There! One possible bit of awkward conversation out of the way! <br><br>The hand directs over to one of the empty seats, "You're welcome to a seat if you're looking for one. Place is packed."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake orders another plain old beer. <br><br>Helmut? No second name? He can respect privacy sure. Rockstars seem to collect fairly lethal people it seems. Terry is the exception. He's too damn cute to be lethal. <br><br>"Thank you, Helmut. It's a pleasure to meet you. You have to let me buy the next round. I insist." <br><br>In supervillain jargon that reads more like 'I know who you are but I'm not going to narc you.' <br><br>So-called villains are actually pretty polite. Fights between them can lead to maiming at the very least. There's none of this trick shot or nerve punch bullshit. Also if it is not Helmut Zemo, no need to be an asshole. <br><br>He wises he could get a selfie to share with that Anarky twerp. This is the flag smashing, hero thrashing mutha of them all if he can believe it. He sits down. <br><br>"Oh Mike, one piece of business. I asked for an audition for a particular actor for the commissioner role: Simon Trent."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Zemo's eyes darken just a moment as Thomas gets the code across. At least he wouldnt be made here. "Very well then." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Zemo's about as inconspicuous as supervillains get, bland clothing, other than his swept hair, nothing specifically tying him visually to who he is. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"Simon Trent? The Grey Ghost? He's still alive?" Actually suprised that he would still be alive now, those shows were old when he was a kid.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas puts in his order and goes through the pleasantries of meeting a new person he absolutely positively knows nothing about, the rocker pops what little is left of the sandwich before him. Unlike Zemo, he had a bit more of a head start on his meal. Wiping his fingers on the napkin to eliminate some of the salty residue of the jus. He quietly chews. <br><br>Thomas's mention of who they're eyeing for the commissioner role gets rewarded with a blink and him chewing faster and swallowing his food. "That sounds good. He's a pretty... hard worker. Just saw him last Friday at a charity event doing a Gray Ghost stage show." Mike looks over to Helmut, giving a nod. "Yep. Trent is still alive and kicking." Sometimes literaly. "They did a reunion series just last year."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And with Helmut's reaction Thomas is no longer Catman but a fan. "He is. he's been trying to get a reunion series together. I think he could use the exposure of this new show though. He'd not have to appear in every episode. I loved the show. I have a debt to repay there as well... he was very kind to a beginning actress. Sienna was her name. She was my mom... a while later. She thought the world of Simon Trent and gave me the series to watch. Gentlemen, a toast to Mr. Trent and the Gray Ghost. One hero everyone likes." He raises his glass.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Zemo raises his glass to Simon Trent, at least one hero he looked up to as a child. "Prost!" He exclaims. "So, best of luck with the series, then. I hope it serves you both well." He drinks the toast, before switching to the new perspiring glass.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike nods, hand resting on his glass. "Probably the only consistent thing from when I lived with my mom and when I lived with my aunt was Gray Ghost on broadcast." Yay reruns. The glass lifts to share in the toast. "To Mr. Trent." Downing the remaining portion of that glass, he sets the empty glass down before taking the other glass. Hearing the well wish Mike gives a nod to Zemo, smiling. "Thanks. I hope it turns out well." He looks over to Thomas, "Lets make something good."<br><br>PLEASE.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake knocks his glass back and grabs the second. He takes a large sip of it before signaling for anther round. "They're keeping that clown but now they aren't calling him Joker. Jester I think. I had to yield on that to get Mr. Trent and honestly, no mentioning Joker could draw him in. Anything can or nothing. He might even like Jester as a tribute. Batman should get off his ass and put him down once and for all. I don't know how he sleeps at times. Not that I was ever a saint."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:2969|Helmut Zemo (2969)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "The Joker is a lunatic. He should be executed, the risk to the world is too high. But one can admit that there is something well intentioned by the Batman's method. Incorrect as it may be." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;The glass is grabbed and he takes that drink. "Well. Nobody is a saint."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Most anyone who claims to be a saint is lying. Whether they know it or not." Mike murmurs, looking over to Thomas, "Has anyone explained to whoever they're casting for Jester what he's possibly in for if they take the role? Have they displayed signs of coherent thought?"<br><br>As the night continues, more small talk is exchanged as the beers keep coming. The number of rounds they go through is eventually lost track of only for the bills at the end of the night to become a sobering reminder. <br><br>Yes, MANY drinks were consumed.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/08/10<br />
|Location=The Wick<br />
|Synopsis=Thomas makes Mike several offers he can't refuse<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>There's just something about Tuesday nights in restaurants and bars. Wednesdays tend to be trivia nights in a lot of places. Thursdays tend to be when the college students get a head start on their drinking. (In particular the ones who knew how to schedule three day weekends into their class chedule.) Fridays, well that's when the work crowd get involved usually. Saturdays, well sports fans got to go somewhere to watch their games, and Sundays... See Saturday's reason. And then the work week starts and Monday evening is spent forgetting all the weirdness that only happens the first day of the work week. By the time Tuesday rolls around a lot of drinking establishments are experiencing a lull. And that's when the drink specials occur. <br><br>And that is the siren song for one Mike Hannigan. In the rather empty Wick. Mike had his choice of seating. To be honest the Wick is pretty dimly lit so one didn't HAVE to be in a corner to get the darkness. But. It was available so-<br><br> Mike sits in one of the dark corners of the tavern (bar? pub?) but he's not exactly a mysterious stranger. He lives nearby so this place has become one of his sort of regular stopping places when he wants a drink or needs to get out of the condo for a bit of time. He's here. He's got a beer. And he's currently reading a rather worn looking book.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake enters the Wick looking for a beer. He might not even know what day it is offhand. He doesn't have and jobs lined up. Even after salting some away for a well deserved retirement.<br><br>Like he was going to live that long! <br><br>The burly ginger gets the beer and begins chatting with several women at the bar, just passing the time. In a few moments it seems like he's holding shoulders and hands and has the ladies giggling. <br><br>Yes, grown and fairly successful women giggling. <br><br>He's smiling.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Just because the place may be experiencing a lull does not necessarily mean it is devoid of life. The higher tones of the giggling registers upon Mike's ear, disrupting the focus being granted towards the other task. Pale eyes shift, glancing over towards the bar as he lowers the book. <br><br>Despite all the evidence proving Mike is not part cat, the curiousity does win out. Seeing the source of the women's giggles, there's a bit of a brow raise as he recognizes the man. Book setting down upon the table, the musician glances around to see if anyone else from the security group is there for some reason.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake seems to be there alone. Then again, he has a number of people who are darned good at staying unseen. When one of giggly women points to him and asks another a question, the second looks towards Mike as well, peers and then shrugs and goes back to the the big ginger they have surrounded. <br><br>Yes they caught him, but what is he going to do with them? He doesn't seem particularly worried. Their short conversation does cause him to look where the first pointed. He peers. <br><br> Thomas gives Mike a tough guy up nod. His equivalent of a purr. <br><br>Because a purr means come on over.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Not seeing any of the others, Mike's glance moves back towards the bar in time to see the two women looking away to talk about things. He could probably guess based off of the attention being granted towards the larger male in the establishment. <br><br> His glances shifts over towards Thomas in time to see the green eyes. Although, with the dimness of the place and actual distance, it's more memories that fill in the blanks to the eye coloration. The eye contact is one thing, yes it means that he likely knows he's there. But when the nod is added on, at least he knows it's ok to pop on over to say hi at least. There's a slight twist to the side of Mike's lips, betraying amusemunt to the situation. But the nod is returned. <br><br> Well, like everything else, service is slow, might as well go up to the bar to get another beer and cut out the middleman. Plus, it'd be rude not to come up and say 'Hi' after that exchange of nods now wouldn't it? Oh the hell with it. Glass and book in hands, he heads over.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake watches Mike approach. One of the women starts to play with his hair and gets the look and stops. <br><br>"I'm just spending some of my fees. How is everything? No more trouble?" He takes a sip of beer and smirks. Customer satisfaction is important to him. Most of his advertising is by word of mouth.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well, the month is still young." Mike replies, giving a slight chuckle as he sets the glass and book down upon the bar. "Weird stuff is always going to happen but so long as it's not popping up at work." <br><br> He opts not to go into detail around Thomas's company. "I appreciate the amount of time put in with that problem. How about I get the next round?" Mike offers, glancing to the two women, "Your lady friends too."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods his head. "Your agent wanted to get me a drink too. Why not? I thank you. Ladies, thank Mike. Be his friends too." A couple of women position themselves on either side of the musician and cuddle him, forming a sort of circle or huddle. <br><br>"Got any plans for the evening? We're thinking of getting a room, partying till the dawn. Hell invite Wade over if you want. He needs to loosen up a little."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sign of a job well done I'd say if Wade's offering extra." Mike replies, turning to the bar with the newfound group gathered around. He gets the bartender's attention, smiling, "Another round for the four of us. On mine." <br><br>Drinks getting prepped. Mike turns back, listening to Thomas's offer "No plans. Generally when tours are involved. I'm pretty flexible between legs." He lets that sentence linger, "I like to take my time."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake's eye turn a little icy. "So I heard through some sources... high friends in low places about a show... you may have heard of it: Theme of the Crime. It deals with various theme criminals, in Gotham of course. Some words of advice... do not... I cannot stress this enough /don't/ mention the Clown or Quinn. The producers are assholes from Manhattan but we know better. The second word is, if you need a personal trainer, I am available. But... you mention the Clown I will not guarantee your safety. No one can."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The smile Mike had fades a bit as the expression on Thomas's face changes. Oh shit. Did he say it wrong? Fortunately an explanation is given to let Mike off the hook. Well, he thinks. <br><br>Thomas is rewarded with a confused expresion during the first part of the warning but when Thomas is offering training the pieces start falling into place. "Wade did mention that ARA had some offers for me to look at when I was settled. But I haven't yet."<br><br> Curiousity strikes again, "What role?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Oh it's a plum role. If you want some pointers before your audition, I'll be glad to help out. Satana too. We all will." Then he throws back his head and laughs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Ok training. And pointers. Mike tilts his head, tilting his head up probably more than he has to in order to emphasize the different in height. Thank God for camera angles. "Oh yes." Mike replies blandly, "It's like looking in a mirror." <br><br> Still. Work IS work. "I'm guessing with the pointers and training offer you're actually ok with the idea so long as there's no mention of those two."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake shrugs. "Money is money. Everyone has to eat. I'm no egotist. But remember what I said about the Clowns. I can help you with the audition for no charge. You'd be trained by the real Catman. They can't buy publicity like that. You'd be a shoe in."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Also you'd have a bit more control in how you were portrayed." Mike adds in, "Instead of going with someone you don't know." <br><br> The sound of glasses being set before the quartet draws Mike's attention away from Catman, towards the glass containing a black liquid with the white lettering on the glass proclaiming proudly the contents. "Well. With that offer. If that's actually one of the offers I'm supposed to look at, I guess I could throw my hat in the ring. At the very least, I get some training out of the deal. I'll have a look later." <br><br>Mike glances back to the ladies and then to Thomas, lifting up his glass in a mock toast. "After we wake up."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/08/15<br />
|Location=GC Studios Waiting Area<br />
|Synopsis=Nick and Thomas are seeing some warning signs at the casting call for an up and coming TV Series...<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Well, As it turns out what Thomas heard was true. One of the two offers that was waiting for Nick when he got home was indeed mentioning a project called 'Theme of the Crime'. It wasn't something extremely fancy and based from the description he was given, the part described screamed single episode, possibly two in terms of commitment. Plus someone with some knowledge about the material was willing to give some pointers so- why not? <br><br>The waiting area lacks windows and seems more like a doctor's office setting than anything. There's a desk area beside a set of doors and a bunch of plain looking, navy blue hard plastic chairs lined up in a row along the wall area. The lighting above gives a bit of a sickly yellow hue to the wall while the the dingy blue carpet looks to be in need of replacement. Oh dear lord.<br><br>Following the prompts from the instructions earlier, the pony tailed Nick ends up checking in at the desk and being directed over to the row of seats that's meant for the Catmens. <br><br> As the musician turns, pale eyes widen at the sight. There's two others waiting of extremely different body types. While one was about the same height as Thomas, he appeared even thinner than Nick. As for the other one well... <br><br>No wonder Thomas was willing to offer help.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And then... Catman is there. Actually Thomas Blake. He hangs in the doorway entangled with a stunning if small redhead, murmuring gently to her. Whatever he says, she nods and gives him a thumbs up, then stands on her tiptoes to deliver a kiss. As she eaves he gives her a slap on the rear eliciting a giggle. Thomas adjusts his shades and cap and sits down next to Mike, eyeing the competition before saying, "I may have a future in motivational speaking."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Recovering from the initial surprise, Nick moves over to take a seat. The wider of the two that were already there, turns, giving Nick an assessing look before giving a confident chuckle. <br><br>Nick looks over to the other guy before the giggle draws his attention the the doorway. Seeing Thomas come over, he gives the largest and Cat Manniest one of them all a bit of a smile in greeting. His head turns, looking to Thomas as he sits down, glancing back over to the competition as Thomas does as well. <br><br> Confident guy looks back over to Thomas. He's quiet for a few moments before he turns his head again, still smiling. Yep. No one else has perfected the look like he has.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks over to the others a moment. "Just walk in there like you give zero fucks whether you get this gig or not. Hunh. You know that little ginger I was talking to? Nice girl. All wrong for Poison Ivy. Still she has to eat, I suppose. I've noticed since I've been with Tana... picking up normal women is way less of a challenge. Probably just full of it. They got coffee here?" He looks around, spots a coffee maker and finger guns it. "You want?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick tilts his head down as he gives a bit of a grin, finding amusement to the advice. "That'll be easy." He admits, "Judging from the variety I don't think even they know what they want. Or they're looking to be ...edgy." Based from the way Nick says the last word, it's not intended as a compliment. "Besides, other offers." <br><br> To the inquiry about coffee, Nick glances up, looking around as well before looking over to to the small station. "Yeah, sure. Black."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake glances at the reception desk. Then he comes back with the coffee. He hands Nick a cup then pulls a notepad out and jots down some notes before pocketing it. the thick set actor watches Blake's muscles move under his jacket sleeve, then flexes his arms showing off. "Not bad for a pretty boy," he snerks at Blake. <br><br>"Say anything more to me, I will split your fucking head," Blake says, wthout looking up. He takes a sip, "Good coffee."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick's eyes follow Thomas as he heads over to the coffee station to make their drinks. He's silent, observing the movements of the simple order. There's not many steps for black coffee after all. <br><br> The receptionist turns to a desk on aother side of the wall, leaning forward to listen to a prompt before turning back to the front desk, looking over to the Catman line, in particular the slenderman of the group. "CM number 2. You may step through." A pen is extended towards one of the doors to the side of the desk before she turns to talk to someone near one of the other doors. <br><br>Cup offered to him, Nick smiles, taking the offered cup. "Thanks." He picks up the cup to take a sip while the widest of the group gives Thomas a backhanded compliment. Lips purse together to suppress a bit of a laugh to Blake's response before he glances up to the opening door in order to see dyed hair, white face paint and a large green bow tie. "...damn."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake goes very still when the white face and green bow tie enter. <br><br>He knew something like this would happen. A series about theme criminals, filmed IN Gotham. Of course he'd show up. If they were casting for him, they did it wrong. If they weren't it was a slight. Otherwise, It was Monday! Everybody dies. His hand goes to the small of his back. <br><br>Beating the Joker in hand to hand? He can do that. But it was never that simple. There was a bomb or a poison playing card or... who knows what? He prepares to scream and leap.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas gets still, Nick's eyes look over towards the man. Wait. No. Eyes shift back to look to the man with the painted face, giving him a bit more assessing look. That couldn't really be-. NO. <br><br>Grinning, arms folded behind his back. The man in the painted face gives a low chuckle as he looks around at those gathered inside. Feet doing an exaggerated rollstep, he strolls over to the counter to check in with the hushed receptionist. Opening his voice, a deep low voice ends up destroying the very mood of the entrance. "Robert Osbourne." He says to the receptionist, "I'm here to audi-" He's immediately handed a folder and pointed over to the seating area furthest from the rest of the hopefuls. "What is wrong with you?" The reception mutters, shaking her head as she turns around to wave to someone on the other side of the wall.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake relaxes as he sees the man walk, and catches a whiff of grease paint instead of chemo weapons and gasoline. He leans over to Nick and snarls, "I thought they weren't using /him/ in this series? it's really not smart."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the voices start speaking confirming this clown to not be THE clown, Nick ends up releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding. The non coffee cup holding hand lifts up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Thomas's comment about it not being smart gets rewarded with a nod of agreement. "...Hopefully the Catman episodes don't overlap with his." <br><br> The larger Catman hopeful looks over to the face painted man and grows quiet, face a bit pale. Over towards the wall of Ivy hopefuls, one of the girls gets up and leaves.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks over at the wall of Ivy hopefuls too. And looks. <br><br>He notes he little friend from before but she is running lines and trying to keep from giggling. <br><br>"You can look, boys, but ya better not touch... teeheeheeheehee!" her voice carries over. <br><br>"D'aaaaw," looks over at Nick. "I know, why would I bring her home when I have 'Tana? Same reason guys bring home puppies or kittens."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick looks over to the giggling Ivy, trying to discern if the line itself is what's making her laugh or that the boys are indeed looking. He turns his head back to Thomas's comment, brow arcing as he talks about puppies or kittens. "You two do have an interesting dynamic going on." He looks down, opening up the small folder that was given to him with the lines provided. Taking a sip, he proceeds to open it up, ignoring the pale faced Catman hopeful noping out of the audition. <br><br>A brow arches as he goes over the scene set. "...riding a robot- what?"<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2021/10/28<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios, Gotham City<br />
|Synopsis=It's not a fieldtrip without a near mauling<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979,163<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>After a bit of back and forth between Gotham Studios and two agencies that represents some of the talent on the set of Theme of the Crime, a special treat was extended out to schools (including the home variety) that wished to take part. For one day tours would be allowed of the studio and in particular the set of the previously mentioned show. <br><br>It is a very full tour, with most of the arrivals Scooby-Dooing into various groups. As for THIS particular group, they have found themselves crammed on to a lengthy multi-car tram that is zooting them across the lot from the main building towards the set. This particular group is a tad smaller than the others which gives a bit more options for seating on the 4 car tram. The tour guide, a blonde woman in her early 50s is situated up front and upon meeting her, two thing becomes clear. First, she should have gone into a radio career. Most likely NPR. Secondly, she was in a rush this morning because that lipstick most defintely was applied in a moving vehicle.<br><br> In the car behind her, is a an adult male escorting a beaming young girl, approximately 5 bearing a striking familial resemblance.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"I do not give a fuck about the food table. Get another one, Paul! Easy enough. Order out. You said sure, bring the tiger for the season finale. He did what a tiger will do. He thought the table would support his weight. Do you want a HUNGRY tiger walking around, Paul?! I don't think so. Fuck me?! In my entirety? Fine. Have fun starting your car after work. Of course I'm kidding. I never do car bombs. I'd feed you to Rasputin though," Thomas Blake shuts off his phone, leading a leashed white tiger that walks slightly ahead of him, his yelling having preceded his turning a corner. "That rotten no good motherf... " he stops as he sees the tour and the little girl. He pulls on the leash slightly and Rasputin sits down and looks bored, yet regal. His paws covered in red. A stagehand reaches to pet the sleepy looking cat. He is warned off." <br><br>"Pet him with whatever body part you won't miss." He gives a wave at the little girl.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The tour tram took a stop to let off its Scooby gang, and amongst the attendees was a boy, wearing a Gotham Studios shirt, signed in sharpie with names of various personalities who've come and gone through the studios. Vicki Vale, Basil Karlo, Simon Trent among the names. "So, basically an Executive Producer just throws money at a production and they get a credit?" He asks the tour guide, of course, a Wayne in Gotham sticks out like a sore thumb. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;The white tiger makes the young man stop in his tracks, not afraid, mesmerized by the beauty and the power of such a creature. "He looks like a king." He comments, his green eyes smile as he looks upon nature's majesty.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Why yes." The tour guide replies. "Or they find others to finance the project themselves. Because without the money, there's no show. Speaking of which, we're coming across one of the producers now!" The tour guide states as the tram starts to pull up on the set. There is a happy wave given to Thomas as the tram comes rolling on in.<br><br>The driver of it sees the tiger sitting near the initial stop and opts to move juuuuuuust a little further. Which is very helpful for what happens next. <br><br>"KITTY!" Upon the tram coming to a full and complete stop, the little girl manages to hop over her dad to get to the door side of the car. <br><br> "Alexandria I don't thi-" Reasoning can only go so far and in a situation like this, that was seconds waited for what he should have done.<br><br>The tour guide's eyes widen as she sees the girl sprinting towards the tiger and scrambles out of her car to pursue, managing to pass the father in the process. "Don't touch the kitty!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake steps quickly forward to intercept the girl. As a result Rasputin, startled and a little cross for want of a post lasagna feast nap rears up on his back legs and grabs Blake, resting half his weight on the man's back. Blake is very staggered by this and manages somehow to turn around and grapple with the cat. <br><br>The grapple actually turns into a hug as Rasputin nuzzles him while simultaneously nearly snapping his back. <br><br>"Can someone get that kid and back away with her..." he grunts. "That's my good boy... PLEASE! He's heavy enough without three trays of lasagna in hm!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Damian's eyes go wide as the preschooler darts toward Rasputin. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;Almost immediately he starts to run up, intercepting the child a millisecond after Thomas harked for someone to distance the girl from the tiger. "Hey, hey. That kitty isn't safe to pet. Not like a house cat." He says, all the while ushering the youngling towards her father. "She's alright." He says, before smiling, at least trying to prevent the situation from becoming more of an incident.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The shouted warning plus the sight of the large kitty hugging on to the large guy, and the older boy blocking her path does cause for the previously identified Alexandria to stop running. Standing still, she stares at the sight before her. She's quiet for a moment before she share some very wise insight on the matter. <br><br>"He's pretty!" Alexandria states matter of factly as she gets ushered off by both Damian and the slower arriving tour guide. The father sighs, crouching down to talk things out with the daughter before looking over to the tiger and then towards Thomas. Frowning, he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead he closes it right back up and looks back to his kid.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake gets the cat off his back. Rasputin returns to a sitting position, regarding the silly noisy people with an aloof stair. Thomas sits on the curb beside him, wiping his face and trying to straighten his back. He glares at the father a moment and says, "Yes?" <br><br>He then turns to Damian Wayne and snaps, "I must not have gotten that memo because I'm working my ass off."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Once the girl is safely with her father, Damian turns around and looks to Thomas. "He is beautiful, but a five year old won't know that they are just as deadly." He doesn't chide the man. Only recognizing what Thomas already knows, while also taking a moment to also look at Rasputin with a measure of appreciation. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;A hand reaches down to his pocket, and pulls out a sharpie. "Mind giving an autograph? Kind of a family tradition...apparently." Dick, Jason, and Tim all having toured the studios on field trips as well over the years.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The father, having some sense of preservation decides to not answer Thomas. Instead, he's talking to Alexandria rather quietly. The tour guide brings down a low voice to speak to the parent, and judging from the look on the little girl's face, she's not liking the first part. But upon the guide turning her attention to the child, the expression seems to relax a bit more. <br><br> Off to the entrance way to the studio, a familiar figure steps out. His attire is a bit different than what's commonly attributed to him, both in tour and off the clock but that's understandable. He's, partly in costume. From the waist down, he's wearing the boots and studded leather pants of his costume. But waist up he's wearing a plain white shirt with the long sleeves rolled up. "Hey Thomas." Nick Drago states, gesturing behind him, "They're putting in an order for pizza and want to know what toppings you want." <br><br> He pauses, looking to the father and tourguide counseling the five year old, the sitting Rasputin, Thomas, and-<br><br>"Oh hey Damian." He glances back to the tram, noting the lack of others, "This is the smallest group yet."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake winces a little as he takes the marker and a vertebrae realigns with an audible &lt;pop&gt;. He notes the name 'Damian' from the other autographs and signs 'Damian, don't get the clap! Thomas /Catman/ Blake!' <br><br>"Nice to meet you. Mike, I'm going to take my tiger home. This place is too crazy for him." And so saying he turns and walks away, letting the tiger lead him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Damian looks toward the newest of autographs, and doesn't get the reference. But he smiles and bids the Catman well with Rasputin as he leaves. "They split us off. But between the toddler almost becoming tiger food, and Thomas Blake giving me the advice to avoid Gonorrhea...I would say this was the best field trip yet." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"Well, I can't leave without getting another autograph..." Damianholds the sharpie out, all but asking Mike directly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike watches Thomas head off as well, head turning to the advice being given by Thomas. "He what?" He reaches over taking the offered sharpie and checks the autograph that Thomas just marked up. He reads the comment, ponders over it for a moment before it registers. He chuckles, shaking his head before he finds his own spot to write on. The cap pops off and he starts to scrawl his own bit. 'Party on Wayne! - Nick Drago' <br><br>He caps the pen before passing it back to Damian. "Sounds like a good assessment on the field trip. I've found things are never boring around Thomas." Turning back he caps the pen and hands that over as well. "So, reasonable balance between educational and entertaining?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Party...on?" Clearly the Gen Z doesn't have any idea what that is from. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"Yes. Clearly, I should just go into being an Executive Producer and gamble our money on movies that may or may not break even." Needless to say, Damian most likely is going to keep Wayne Industries in the consumer technology and tech industry. "Though it does seem like an interesting hobby."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick smiles, "A League of their Own and Wayne's World. Watch those movies or just google the quotes." He looks over to Damian at his assessment about being a producer. "You don't make money without a little bit of risk involved," He states, "Wade took a chance opening up his studio. And what are the odds me going into music would actually pay out?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That is why it would be an interesting hobby. But then again..." Mike would know what he meant. But another sentence was soon to follow. "The Wayne money is deep." <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"A League of their Own...Wayne's World. Okay." His brothers have been introducing him to pop culture, mainly when you live on an island and only study and fighting...not much time left for movies. "The chances of succeeding in the music industry are small...like one to one hundred thousand. The odds of being struck by lightning sometime in your life are one to fifteen thousand three hundred."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick pauses, "I wasn't actually expecting you to a-" He quiets, shaking his head as he looks over to the father and daughter still having a conversation with the tour guide. "Tiger issues aside, it appears your tour got paused in the meantime. You want to tag along with me while they sort that out? I do have an idea what they were going to show you considering the other groups that have been through."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "That means for every one of you. Ten people have been struck by lightning." Yeah, let that sink in Drago. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;"By all means, I don't think they'd stop you or me anyway." This was Gotham afterall, and the Waynes were still the First Family of Gotham.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'll take that as a yes then." Nick asesses, "We can sneak a peek at the robot while we're at it." He tilts his head in the direction of the tour guide, "Just give me a minute to clear it with the guide and we'll head on."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:163|Damian Wayne (163)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Okay then." Damian offers, before placing the sharpie back in his pocket. "But really. Aren't you a star? Why would they stop you?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick glances back to Damian, "Just because I'm a star doesn't mean I have to act like an ass." <br><br>Well. On purpose anyways.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/05<br />
|Location=Gotham Children's Hospital<br />
|Synopsis=Catman and Music Master swing by the Children's Hospital to see how Thad is doing<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,384<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake doesn't do things like ordinary people. Sometimes he flat out can't. In this case a prominent member of the Hibernian Businessman's Association was in a certain hospital where Thad Pembrook was recovering. thomas had angry words with him over abducting his niece for a steak dinner. Other members of the HBA president's entourage were all over, while he was recuperating from a triple bypass. Very large members and packing, no doubt. <br><br>Thus Thomas was scaling the building. It was good for staying in shape if nothing else. In fact he had an offer to do some CDs for a parkour style workout. But he had some integrity. He peeked in another window, pretty sure this was the children's wing he was clinging to. <br><br>"That bit about the brave hero or infamous villain finding the window he wants without looking around is total bullshit!" However, the window he is outside looks promising. Lots of tubing inside.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Despite the drab exterior that appears to come with any building located in Gotham, the hallways of Gotham Children's Hospital counteract that feeling. Lighter and Brighter colors are the central theme for the hallways more frequently traversed by the youthful residents of this medical facility. This wing of the hospital is no different. While not blindingly so, the bright yellow walls of the waiting room area just feeds into the energy level of children playing with the constantly sanitized toys in the play area and beyond the double doors to the residential area of the building- Well. The hallways are white. But that's still a stark contrast to the darkness outside. <br><br>Resting in one of the rooms is one Thaddeus Pembrooke. Still a bit sleepy but doing much better than he was a few days ago. The walls here are a robin's egg blue but Thad doesn't seem to care too much about that. Instead he is quietly watching TV where a recording of a certain show is playing. In his arms, a tan bit of cloth is being gently hugged. On his head is a tiny hat. Unfortunately the lipstick mark from the tour had to be washed off, but two out of three isn't bad. <br><br>A knock at the door draws the child's attention over. "Thad, you have a visitor." A nurse steps aside as Nick pokes his head around the frame.<br><br>"Music Master!"<br><br>The nurse blinks, "Oh Thad this is-"<br><br>"No he got it." Nick interrupts, looking to the nurse, giving a bit of a wink. He looks over to Thad. "Mind if I come in?"<br><br>"Yeah! Come in! I'm watching the first episode!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake is watching as well, sort of. "Ugh... that was the one with Fat Catman. I think they keep that guy on contract just to keep me on my toes," he thinks. "Well, let's get this done." The window is shut, a minor problem. He might not be as accomplished in entry as Catwoman or the Bat, but he is a top tier criminal. One claw slides out and works the window lock which clicks softly. He checks his costume once more and in view of Mike silently slips into the room. He stands wit his arms folded waiting for a shout out. After all the nurse saw hi... that is a pretty nurse. <br><br>Focus Tom. Focus, you dumpster fire of a human being. <br><br>He notes in passing that having Catman standing behind you is usually not a pleasant surprise.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Being invited in. Nick steps through the doorway, a glance given to the window as Thomas comes in through other means. It's a small hospital room. It's not that hard to notice. But, being Nick made the most noise coming in, the room resident is looking towards the doorway where the nurse appears a bit befuddled looking. <br><br> Nick nods towards Thomas. "Catman."<br><br>Thad's eyes widen as he turns his head to look to where Nick is looking. Confirming the favored character is indeed there. He starts beaming, "COOL!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake barely smiles but he does pull the cowl back, something he only does for fiends. Err friends. Villain Protocol 101. "I'll give you cool... I heard you were flat on your back and you're watching Tee Oh Tee Cee with those imposters. Gimme back my cape! You didn't even need it, I bet. You probably got an origin out of this whole thing." Thomas grabs for the cape, but seems unable to pull it away from Thad. Maybe Thad had an origin, maybe Thad has the strength of madness. Probably Thomas is just playing. <br><br>"Okay, give it back when you get out of here. Come by the station, I'll leave three passes for you. Ivy wants to see you. She says she's your girlfriend now. This promotes a fit of ewwws from Thad.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the purpose of Catman's return, The cape Thad holds is hugged tighter to the chest for a few more moments. He looks down to it before losening his grip. The added extension to the time borrowing the piece of fabric is smiled upon until the threat of impending affection from one of the Ivy League spurns a vocal reaction. <br><br>Nick's lips press together as he fights back a laugh upon the scrunched up face on display. Nick glances back to the Nurse who seems to be watching Catman a bit more closely. <br><br>"I heard your surgery went well." Nick ventures, in a way trying to give the other man a bit of an update.<br><br>"Yeah." Thad replies, giving a nod. "I heard I'll be going home soon. We had Bomb Pops and watched the fireworks on tv yesterday." He pauses, looking up to the screen and then to Nick. "...Do you know you look like young Catman? Not the fat one but the tiny one?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake releases the cape. He looks at the tv. "Really? I don't see the resemblance. Kind of scrawny any... you know we're acting in this show right? I mean yes, I was Catman, and I was styling but... I did the crimes and I did time in jail. I'm not going back to jail. I'm an actor who just steps out to ... play cards with his friends at times. Also... Catman wouldn't use a ladder to scale a building!" He points at the tv.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Why no." Nick replies, somehow managing a deadpan expression. "This is the first I've heard this." He looks over to Thomas.<br><br>Thad looks to the show and then to the man in costume who CLEARLY did not use the door to come into the room. He frowns at Thomas's question. "...I know." He lets go of the cape to cross his arms. Or at least attempt it as the wire attached to one hand grows tight. He instead ends up with one arm over the stomach and the other arm adjusted to clasp over his hand. He gives a frown. "I still like Catman. I like the songs." There's a pause before he continues, almost begrudgingly, "The League's kind of nice too."<br><br>The kid may be young. But he's not blind.<br><br>"And mom and dad like the show so we can watch it together. An-" Thad pauses, "I wan-I-"<br><br>Nick looks over to Thad, quiet as he listens to what Thad's saying.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake sits down on the bed and puts an arm around him. "It's great to like the show. It's great to like the songs and women... are great too. Listen, being Catman, you can admire me for the things I can do, swing from a line or break a brick or take a thorn from a tiger's paw. Just... you can do that without stealing or beating on people. But what do you want? Tell us." He looks around the room, "If you're ever in a position where you can get practically anything, this is it. Ask before you get better, you're looking stringer by the minute."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Thad looks to Thomas. "I want to be like Catman." He points over to the screen only for the second actor portraying him to show up. "-Not that one. After."<br><br>Ah. Hah. Nick smiles, "Because of how strong he got?"<br><br>"Yeah! He got better!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake nods and says, "Then do it. Get better. Get strong. No one is going to do it for you. No one can make you quit." There's no softness or trace of talking down in his voice. He uses the same tone he'd use in threatening one's life or making demands.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Thad nods. "I'm not quitting! If you can do it. I can too!" <br><br>Nick, wisely opts not to add anything to the discussion. But as he looks to the OTHER Catman on the TV and smirks, does he need to?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake smiles slightly and then slips his mask back on. "Then show me. I'll be watching. Maybe you can get a part on the show. Anyway I better go. I have to go feed a lion. Good night Thad." He gets up, makes a clearly telegraphed attempt to snatch that cape which fails. He gives Music Master a thwap on the shoulder. Then he turns to the window and climbs out.<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/13<br />
|Location=Folkvangr<br />
|Synopsis=Costumes are worn, money is exchanged, and a hat is shredded<br />
|Cast of Characters=979,644,384,3022<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake walks around the restaurant and fairly beams. The sponsors seem curious and delighted by the viking motif. This is going to be sweet. He grabs an appetizer off a tray... discovers it is filled with salmon roe and hurriedly ducks behind a potted plant. He comes out beaming again. He nudges Pet, the producer and says, "A hundred says Hannigan won't wear the hat." <br><br>Pete knocks back a shot of whisky, "He's wearing that fucking hat. We have a contract." <br><br>Thomas looks dubious. <br><br>"You think your contract scares him?" <br><br>"He better be scared. Our lawyers could scare the Joker." <br><br>"Pete, scaring the Joker is not a good idea."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>One of the potential investors is Blackhawk Transport. Against the better judgement of -some- board members, Lady Blackhawk is here representing the company.<br><br>Zinda Blake is dressed as, well, Lady Blackhawk... complete with WWII Blackhawk uniform, knee boots, flight jacket, cap, and a lot less skirt than would strictly be appropriate for a real business meeting. The blonde looks like she just fell off of a recruitment poster, and for good reason.<br><br>Zinda walks in with a lot of boisterous laughter and immediately heads for the bar. She had 2 rules: don't get drunk and don't start any fights. Getting drunk is a -hobby- for her, and the operative word in the back half of that statement is 'start'.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>While CATMAN has a a motif of tanned material and -well the costume has CLAWS. The Music Master outfit has more of a mix between minstrel and robin hood. Complete with that hat that is a bit pointed towards the front. They gave up on the extremely long feathers at least. Who'd have thunk feathers was the budget killer for the costume department when it came to replacement hats?<br><br>Either way, this party was sprung up last minute. There was little planning involved. And even though Pete may have expressed his desire for Nick to wear the hat of f-, the message was relayed to Nick via Wade. <br><br>And Wade has READ that contract.<br><br>So into the ornate red and black attire Nick goes, cape and all. The hat was brought along, but it is currently in a pocket. As Nick holds the door open for his plus one, it is quite apparent just who lost the bet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>This wasn't Tara's usual sort of thing. Let's be honest, when you look like a bipedal panther, complete with clawed hands, parties aren't something you usually get to invited to. Wearing a bright purple and orange dashiki with golden trim, and a matching kaba skirt over her legs. Her slender feet are adorned in purple slippers with golden threads to match her attire.<br><br>As Nick pauses to hold the door open, her tail flicks gently behind her as she looks him over, then her yellow eyes shift to look inside. Emergency plus one, clearly, and his attire makes her smile even if she knows nothing about the bet. Stepping inside, her movements are graceful, fluid, clearly a dancer or perhaps it is merely the grace of the feline. "I'm going to assume this is normal for you," she states as she passes him, eyeing the costume once more, then allowing herself to take in the restaurant interior in detail.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Witness Thomas Blake, about to be the first person to ever be torn in two by his instincts. He'd seen the feline fatale before -at Sturgis. Attacking demons prevented him from meeting -Tara then. On the other hand there's something about that spokes person? model? cosplayer? Whatever. The blonde gets his attention first, having heard tales about Lady Blackhawk since he was a kid. <br><br>"Ka-ching!" he says as he passes Pete, who is already on the phone with Mike's manager. The hat wearing at parties was in the contract. <br><br>Thomas pads up to the bar and slides in next to the blonde. He nods at her a moment before pulling his mask and smiles. "I just won a bet for $100 bucks. Can I share my good fortune by buying you a drink, beautiful? I'm a supah-villain." He says it half joking. She is beautiful, and tall, and he feels much like the women he was with of late look like scrawny kids next to her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake has managed to find herself a beer, holding the longneck in a practiced, 3-finger grip and taking a deep swig. Turning at the sound of the voice, the blonde flashes a grin and laughs. "Supah-villain? Careful, sugah, Ah shoot supah-villains fer target practice." Her accent is Deep South: Georgia, to be specific.<br><br>Flashing him that broad grin, she offers a gloved hand. "Lady Blackhawk, but y'all can call me Zinda." She looks left and right, then asks. "Say, you know who's in charge of this shindig? Ah figure Ah should hear their piece b'fore Ah get too drunk."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick gives a bit of a smile. "The perils of the entertainment industry." He responds, voice low, but betraying a hint of amusement just for the more sensitive ears. "Sometimes we're called to dance even when we don't want to." He glances over to Thomas approaching a blonde and cracks a slight smile, "...Although some elements make these things tolerable." Judging from the shout from the larger man, someone unwisely bet against his manager's understanding of situational clauses.<br><br>Once Tara's safely inside, Nick steps forward, letting the door close behind him, he walks alongside Tara, observing Pete on the phone. "I apologize in advance for that man over there, he's probably upset I didn't wear the damn hat." He tugs the mentioned item out of his pocket to show Tara. "We did cut down on the amount of time I have to wear it by destroying it early in each episode." He shakes his head, moving his hand to put the hat back into the pocket.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>Slowly looking around the room, Tara's eyes return to Nick as he steps inside. She hears everything, almost literally, that is going on in the room... not because she wants to, but because it's part of what she is.<br><br>As he talks she offers him a smile, eyes moving to look at the man Nick indicates, and then back to look at the hat as it appears.<br><br>Before he can get the thing back in his pocket however, her smile grows even more broad and she reaches over to take the hat, just snatches it away. "This is the most hideous thing I have seen in a long time," she informs him rather cheerfully, then immediately uses her claws to shred the hat like it's some sort of cat toy. "Consider this the first part of the episode.... now, do you think they have any green tea here?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the gloved hand. He shakes it hard, as he would a man's and is surprised at the strength of the grip. "I'm Thomas -Catman. I admire your commitment to the role, Lady Blackhawk. I'm supposed to schmooze these assholes and get sponsors for the show but... I think I might just concentrate on Blackhawk. They make such a pleasing presentation. Barkeep, I'll have what the Lady Blackhawk is having and her drinks are on me." <br><br> Thomas looks back at Mike and Tara. He waves his hand at them. <br><br>"Hey let me introduce you to the Music Master. Yo! Will Scarlet, over heah! Come meet Lady Blackhawk!" They got a hell of an actress here. Accent is a little much.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake takes another pull from the bottle, blue eyes bright at Thomas' reaction. "Thomas *Catman*? What the hell kinda name is Thomas Catman, anyway?" She shrugs, turning to face him more fully. The flight jacket is mostly open, at least enough to spot the twin holster rig she's wearing under it.<br><br>Zinda points while still holding the neck of the bottle. "So you're th' one in charge? No schmoozin' required, sugah. Ah'll jus' hand over mah' check right now so we can get to th' serious drinkin'."<br><br>He waves, and Zinda looks over to the ones he is waving over as she reaches into her jacket to search for an envelope.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Feeling the fabric of the hat slip out of his hand, Nick glances down to the stolen hat. The assessment Tara gives is spot on to which the performer nods in agreement. His expression brightens as Tara causes for the obscene accessory to meet its fate. He laughs, taking back the pieces of the hat. Well. There's no guilting him into wearing it now. "I'm glad I asked you along."<br><br>He glances around to the mention of green tea. "I'm not sure if they carry that, but we can have a look."<br><br>Hearing Thomas's raised voice calling him deliberatley by the wrong character name, Nick looks back over to Catman and the identified Lady Blackhawk. A hand holding half of the hat lifts up, giving Thomas a wave. Nick looks back over to Tara, offering an arm to her, "I know you might have seen him before at Sturgis but, have you spoken to Catman before?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>Without much care really, Tara ensures the hat is nothing more than scraps of material that drift to the floor and are immediately forgotten. It was an ugly hat, and should she see another one like it, it will meet the same fate.<br><br>"That thing deserves a viking funeral and to /never/ be placed on your head again," she snorts softly before looking toward the voice that called out. Her right ear twitches and her tail flicks rather violently.<br><br>The wrong name, but the face of the man calling was some what familiar. With the arm offered, she is /very/ careful in taking it. No need to stab him with a claw or shred his costume after all, but these were always risks with her hands.<br><br>"I do recall seeing him at Sturgis," she offers, voice soft and bathed heavily in an East African accent. When they are close enough, she extends her hand toward this Thomas Catman, yes she heard that. "A pleasure to meet you. I am K'Tara Tsebedze, Kivuli of Bast. You may call me Tara." Was that giving permission, or an order, hard to tell.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake returns the greeting, adding a hello, please tameetcha in passable Swahili for Tara. He makes the introductions. "Listen just call me Thomas or Tom. Call me Tommy and you die." He winks. Then places Mike and Tara's drinks on his tab. He turns back to Lady Blackhawk. "Serious drinking? What the hell are we drinking this for. Barkeep, bring out the sipping whisky! Let's get this party started. I see the fun is already here!!" He lets out a 'Rahr!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake manages to find the check, although it's not in an envelope after all. She hands it to Thomas, and it bears the signature Zinda Blake. "Thomas it is, then." The blonde introduces herself as well. "Zinda Blake, with Blackhawk Transport." And yeah, she's either really in character or starting to believe the act herself.<br><br>"Sippin' whiskey? Careful, sugah. Whiskey's jus' a couple steps away from moonshine, an' that strikes a real sentimental chord with this gal."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well. That WOULD be in theme with this place." Nick admits. He watches the careful placement of the claw, making sure not to rush her. He's pretty attached to his arm as well. He's less concerned about the costume. Heck, wardrobe might find it a breath of fresh air to repair something of his that WASN'T hat-like. <br><br>Nick nods over to the pair at the bar. The introductions are passed around and he nods at his point of being introduced. "Nick Drago. You can call me Nick if you'd like. Either way, much less of a mouthful than the character name." <br><br>Nick looks over to Tara before he spots an establishment menu and snags it, flipping over to the non alcoholic drink menu. He frowns and looks over to Tara. "...The only tea they have is black tea. Do you have a second preference?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>One brow raises high on Tara's feline face at the 'Rahr', but she lets the whole concept of a comment regarding it slip by. Actors had parts to play, and sometimes those parts carried over into situations like this one, a fund raiser.<br><br>So as not to be rude, when her hand is free from Thomas, it is offered to the blonde at the bar to shake as well. She'd already given her name so no need to repeat it, and she offers a polite, "Nice to meet you as well." even though she had no idea what Blackhawk Transport was, and in all honesty, didn't care. Obviously she'd never let on to that fact, she knew how to play the part of interested even if she loathed doing it.<br><br>And then the topic of conversation moves on to alcohol and heavy drinking, which causes her a mental eye roll. Alcohol didn't effect her like it did others, but she did enjoy watching others become inebriated. The way their inhibitions' dropped, social filters faded away, it was very entertaining right up to the falling down and/or puking stage of it all.<br><br>"No green tea," she almost pouts then adds, "I'll just have some kind of tea... not Long Island, thank you. Black would be perfectly acceptable, with a splash of mint please."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake looks at the check. "No way. I can see the company using Zinda Blake as a figurehead. But signing her name on checks is going a little too far. I mean I heard stories about her from my Great Aunt Estelle for years. She was the only Blake you could ever call a heroine. I mean no offense to you. You're doing a spot on job of portraying her down to your forty fives there. But I mean as the last Blake... I have mixed feelings about this stunt. I mean, I'm sorry to bring up contention here with you and Tara, Mike but you can understand. This is a mockery of the name Blake... if such a thing is even possible after me. There were some Blakes who were... not like my dad. Auntie Estelle was great... and screw the rumors of the brothel and speakeasy."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake keeps the smile, lifting a blonde brow as Thomas casts doubt on her authenticity. "Auntie Estelle, did ya' say?" she replies. "What Ah hear, there weren't any rumors. The Griffin may have had a rough kinda crowd, but they were all good folks."<br><br>She pokes at the check with a fingertip, then. "You lemme know if anybody gives y'all any trouble with th' check, too..."<br><br>Then something crosses her mind, as if she finally registers what he's saying. "Hold on, now. Are you sayin' that YOU'RE a Blake? Ah thought y'all were a Thomas Catman or somethin'."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick gives an apologetic look to Tara as he sees her look of disappointment. Hearing her acceptance of the alternate option, he turns back to the bar to put her order in along with his. There's no need to shove everyone against the structure after all.<br><br>Hearing Thomas start to make a stand against what is likely a sizable sum being offered over, he looks over to Thomas, brow raising. Nick starts shaking his head. "Thomas." Nick interjects, "This IS Zinda Blake."<br><br>Someone has not been reading their prep notes.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>Clueless as to what Thomas is on about regarding Zinda Blake, Lady Blackhawk, whatever name might be the correct one, Tara keeps her attention on the conversation but offers nothing to it.<br><br>The bar stools were right there, so she settles herself onto one, adjusting her kaba skirt, and instantly her tail starts flicking to and fro, perhaps hitting Nick, maybe even Zinda and Thomas. Tails... they have a mind of their own.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pronounces very distinctly, "My father was Thomas Reese Blake Senior. He went by his father's name -Reese. I am Thomas Reese Blake Junior. Reese Blake was a rum runner in Gotham during Prohibition. He got the idea from the Southern Blakes and their little airline. His sister was Estelle Blake and yes she was a fine lady. She died when I was five. She told me stories about my great aunt Zinda. But Zinda Blake died eighty years ago and died a war hero over the Pacific. Catman was my identity when I committed crimes I brought it to the show. I thought... I thought I was the last Blake." Without conscious effort he reaches to take Zinda's hand. <br><br>God he was thinking maybe they could... even Thomas Blake has limits. Even if his centenarian relation has a flight jacket full of woman, and likes drinking, and flirting and... maybe he gets it from her. "Listen, this is all too much for me right now and maybe /Aunt/ Zinda. Why don't we blow and head back to my house and we can have some refreshments. I do have green tea in fact, for my friend Saeko. I have clipings and scrap books."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:644|Zinda Blake (644)}} has posed:'''<br>Zinda Blake plants both hands on her hips, one still clutching the longneck. She shakes her head at Thomas, then. "Sugah, Ah mos' certainly did NOT get shot down over the Pacific. Lost mah' starboard engine after a splashed them 2 fighters, chasing the others into a cloud bank. Next thing Ah know, Ah'm bein' hailed by a couple Japanese F-16's."<br><br>She points directly at his chest, then. "So you sure as hell ain't th' last Blake." The tail whips around her calf, then back, then around her calf again. Zinda doesn't pull her foot away, and wriggles a bit from the fur.<br><br>She grins, then, at Thomas' offer. "Ah'd like that, sugah. Ah'll tell y'all about the Blake family moonshinin' days."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas explains his reasoning. Giving a sigh, Nick reaches into another pocket to pull out a folded sheet of paper. When he catches on that Thomas is actually accepting of the information, he slides the sheet back into his pocket. The mention of green tea seals it for him.<br><br>Nick looks over to Tara, "What do you say? I'm game if you are."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:3022|Tara Tsabedze (3022)}} has posed:'''<br>With an idea now of what was taking place here, Tara looks between Thomas and Zinda for a moment. There were lots of people in this world who were immortal, or long lived, so the idea that a long lost relative that should be dead just reappearing... did not surprise her at all.<br><br>"I really did have my heart set on green tea," she says to Nick, before looking back toward him. "I believe the term, 'I am game' applies, though normally that sort of talk would get you hunted."<br> <br><br />
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|Date of Scene=2022/07/01<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=A Make a Wish kid finds a hero in the oddest of places<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
|Tinyplot=Theme_of_the_Crime<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Over at Gotham Cable Studios, Studio Building 13 is experiencing quite a surge in activity. Along with people bustling around to get things in order for the next scene, some of the higher ups have opted to leave their office building to grace the film crew with their presence. Are there major changes going on? Is anyone getting fired? No. On the contrary. They are here because of a special event and to make sure that said special event doesn't result in an accidental mauling. <br><br>In an odd occurance Theme of the Crime was actually mentioned in a request for Make a Wish. While eyebrows may have been raised, no one could refuse little Thaddeus Pembrooke's request to visit the set of the show that is working on the final episodes for season 2. Arrangements were made and Thomas was given enough warning to make arrangements to not have Rasputin on set. After all, kids can be unpredictable.<br><br>Additional arrangements included having some kid friendly food options included at the catering table. <br><br>Despite only one of the villain characters having scenes to shoot today, several of the regular cast members did make the choice to come in and wear their respective costumes for the special guest. One of them is Nick Drago, who is dressed in his Music Master costume. But there is no hat on his head. <br><br>An assistant gets off of the phone and moves over to the director, whispering to them. Blinking, the man gets up from his seat and turns, looking to the gathered crew, "Alright! We've got news that Thad and his family are now on the tram and will be here shortly. We're going to take 30."<br><br>As the tram rolls up there is a family of three sitting in the front car. While the general meeting early on stated that it was the child who was ill, it is hard to tell as the eight year old is displaying the MOST amount of energy of all those on the vehicle. The parents to either side of them, while smiling seem extremely subdued with their overall body movements. But then again, with their positioning to either side of the child,they might be just making sure Thad doesn't fall off the tram. "Is this it?" Thad asks eagerly, giving a gapped grin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Tigers are also very predictable. Thomas will tell you. Poke Rasputin in the eye and he will be quite predictable. Kids are prey. Thomas certainly was. <br><br>Laying on the beam, Thomas watches the Puffin actor gratefully finish his scene and split for lunch. He doesn't know why they made him be on the spot like this. Thomas is not kid friendly, unless they had fur a/o claws. He remembers the internet videos of him and his fans and seethes a little at the comments section. <br><br>"Hey Puffin, next time I throw you, I miss the airbags," he's about to call. But the tram rolls up and he shuts up. Ironic that he spent so much time avoiding witnesses. <br><br>Ten he slips off the beam. He does a beautiful somersault halfway to the ground, landing in front of the tram in a crouch and letting loose with his Theme of the Crime traditional growl. he's wearing something like his traditional costume, substituting a duster for his cape. The colors are lighter too. Hah, Catman Lite. <br><br>"I am here for Thad Pembrook..." he snarls. Mind, he never talked that way when he was a crook. He delivered demands and instructions in a level, clear manner. It kept the innocents a little calmer and made them more likely to obey.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>After Thomas lands in front of the tram, a short, shrill scream is emitted from the tram. <br><br>The woman to the right of Thad looks over to the man clinging on to one of the poles holding up the top "George!"<br><br>Thad brings his head back for a moment at the growl but upon registering who it is seems to grin even more. "CATMAN! YEAH!"<br><br>Hearing the cheer from inside the studio, Nick glances to the open doorway. His lips curl upwards into a smile of his own. But he lingers inside with the others while Thomas does the initial greet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And... he really didn't plan anything past this point. After all when he did do this sort of thing he either grabbed the loot and ran off or started fighting. He did have a line from the show... didn't he? -Nobody move-. No, he wanted them to move. "I hear you want to challenge me for my title of greatest criminal in Gotham. <br><br>There's is an emphatic &lt;Hah!&gt;, probably from one of the Ivies. Or Puffin. <br><br>He stands straight out of the crouch now frowning for effect. Thank the muses for Catman's Pride (s1 ep 4).<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The mother is the first to get off of the tram, granting Thad a means of departure that way. As he is helped down, it becomes a bit more apparent how ill he's been. The clothing, light tan in color with a sharpie outline of three claw marks on the chest don't do much to hide the thin nature. But the small jacket does add a bit of needed bulk. On his hands are gloves with construction paper claws taped to the fingertips. <br><br>Once on the ground Thad crouches down, mimicking the stance that Thomas just did before giving his own teeny growl. <br><br>The previously named George scoots over on the tram to exit after Thad, keeping an eye on him. Hearing the growl, there seems to be a bit more strength to the expression on his face. He moves over to take the mother's hand, giving it a squeeze as he looks to her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake draws on his theme criminal background. Bluffing is off course often used in his former profession, and baccarat. "The tiger growl! It is paralyzing in its unique pitch. I can't move! OK. You got me, kid." Thomas falls to the ground. Ow, head bonk. He mouths 'Help' to Music Master and an Ivy, who is giggling too hard to be any help at all. Okay Camren. You'll get yours. <br><br>Actually she might like that... <br><br>"Arrrgh!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>During the exchange, Nick had moved closer to the door to observe what was going on. When Thomas makes the gesture to have him help. He reaches into his pocket. He looks over to one of the sound tecnicians. When he gets a nod from them he brings up his voice. "Hang on Catman! Lilliput's coming with her gu- WATCH OUT!"<br><br>The sound technician hits play on a recorded sound effect of a blaster. While Nick chucks out a child's size version of one of the music master's hats through the doorway, landing near the tram. "MY HAT! BE MORE CAREFUL GUYS!" Shaking his head he storms out of the door, glancing around. "Where is it?!"<br><br>Thad gets up from his crouched position, giggling as he moves over to the fallen hat. Bending down to pick it up. "Here it is Music Master!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the moment of distraction to roll to his feet and pounce on Music Master's actual hat, tearing it apart and laughing. "I have my revenge on you Music Monster... and Tiger Boy... I will be back for you!" Then he lopes through an exit. Once out of sight, he leans against a wall and produces a flask he packed for such an emergency. He takes a deep drink from it. He notes Rich "Puffin" Wallace watching him silently. Then the Puffin brandishing his umbrella charges through the door. He slides down a wall. One of the Ivys starts to sit next to him until he gives with a growl of his own. "Nothing personal," he calls to the fleeing actress. <br><br>I'll make it up to her. <br><br>Yeah, kid, you're sick as hell and your hero is a feral human who drinks and chases women... and some men. Like God doesn't hate us enough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As one of the henchmen characters comes out with a regular sized replacement hat, the sudden pounce of Catman causes for yet another eep of surprise. The hat falls to the ground in time for Thomas to land upon the headwear. <br><br>Mike balls up his hands in response to the antics. "CATMAN! I'LL REMEMBER THIS!" As Puffin waddles out to interact with Thad, Musit Master gives chase to the offending villain, leaving Thad with a child sized version of one of his prop hats. Once out of sight of the kid, he turns, moving over to where Thomas is hiding. A glance is given over to the remaining lineup of villains waiting to 'ambush' the special guest. Judging from the laughter as Rich does his own interaction, the parade of villains seems to be going over well.<br><br>Nick looks to the flask but doesn't make comment as he simply leans against the wall next to Thomas, giving him time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pulls his jacket over the flask. "Then kid thinks I'm a hero. I'm ready to cut and run. What's his story... can't be good. They don't give wishes for food poisoning. Do you have the printout on him? Of course you do. You live for pot roast, paper work and early bed times." He holds a hand out, the claws on his glove flickering in out for a moment. Oh, he shouldn't be wearing those but he was climbing just before. <br><br>"Give."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas asks him what's wrong with Thad, Nick's eyes glance to the side. "I didn't make the arrangements." He points out, looking over towards some of the higher ups that made their way from the main building. "...Sometimes they do get better."<br><br>Another batch of giggles filters in from outside as the Ivy League members start heading out.<br><br>Nick looks to the extended hand and sighs, pulling out the copy of the note that got sent to him on it. "It's not very detailed. Didn't they send you one?" He holds it out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the paper and mutters, "The tiger ate my homework..." <br><br>"Sometimes. Not good. You live with the cats, you learn to read the movements of your prey, who's strong, who's weak, who has a foot on a banana peel. That kid... shit like this shouldn't happen to people like him. I could see it happen like that to..." He trails off and then gets up and strides over to Thad's father. They engage in a short intense discussion while Thad is being passed around the Ivy League, to his obvious delight. He has one Ivy left when Thomas finishes talking and gently claps dad on the shoulder. <br><br>He returns to Mike. "I need to get something from my trailer. Cover for me. If you got any magic bird mojo, now's the fucking time to use it my fiend. I will be right back."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick watches as Thomas walks off, giving a curious glance to the unheard discussion. Based from the conversation earlier he can guess to the topic matter involved. When Thomas returns, he only manages to part his lips before Thomas speaks up once more, leaving the musician to give pause. <br><br>"Magic...bird...mojo." Nick repeats, watching the elder man's departing form. When Thomas is out of sight, he turns his head, seeing the father looking his way. Seems curiousity just comes with the cat.<br><br>He heads over to the dad to find out what he told Thomas.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Mr. Pembrook looks a little worn by now. "Look, I just told your partner -who was very rude about it at the start. Thad is being operated on in two days. We're not giving up but the tumor is in a bad place. Chemo shrank it. If they can clean it out things look good. It's just the procedure itself... we got the best doctor for it. Yes." He turns away. <br><br>The petite Ivy refuses to relinquish Thad. Thad offers his cheek for a kiss. "Wow you ARE like a little Catman. Okay." When she leans in for the kiss, Thad turns his head quickly kissing Tiny Ivy flush on the mouth. She blinks in surprise. "Yeah, just like Catman. Now shoo you! I get enough height jokes without a pint sized boy friend." She puts him down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick nods at the summary of what's going on. The timing is a bit too far away at the moment but- "Do you think Thad would appreciate visitors before the procedure?" He asks, "As kind of an added boost to morale?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"No one move. You're in no danger unless you try to outrun a tiger. You won't." Where Thomas is, you will usually find Rasputin. the tger was sleeping fairly peacefully, a snoring mass of coiled death when Thomas came to change and get him. "He was fed, he doesn't eat between meals." Thomas is wearing his traditional uniform now. Hopefully that is not a bad sign. "Come here, Thad," one taloned finger beckons and the boy steps slowly forward. <br><br>"I am told you are having a procedure in a couple days. I want you to do wear this for it." He carefully unclasps his cape and holds it out to the boy. An animal handler is near him. Thomas hands him Rasputin's leash and steps closer. <br><br>"Wear this cape and will be all right. It saved me a few times already. Just believe in it. I just have two conditions." He clasps the cape around Thad's neck and settles it on his shoulders. It puddles on the ground. "First condition, this is a loan. I will come for it when you are recovering. Second condition, when you're better and a little older, try and take it from me. If you can, you can be the new Catman. Deal?" He holds out a huge hand to the boy, Utterly solemn.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Noticing the costume change, Thad's jaw drops as he steps forward. "Is that for season two?" He asks before the cape is offered to him. "WOW!" Small hands reach up to take the cape, immediately trying to put it on but failing to secure it. The tiny hat stays upon his head. The smile on Thad's face wakens at the mention of the surgery but he nods quietly, listening to the story that goes with the cape while Thomas makes sure it's fastened properly. The offered hand is looked at before the recently titled Tiger Boy moves forward, wrapping arms around what part of Thomas he can get ahold of. "Deal!" <br><br>Getting no protest to the suggestion from the father, Nick quietly makes arrangements with the father for a future visit. After handshakes are exchanged, the musician starts to move over towards Thomas and Thad. Seeing the hug in play, he slows his steps, allowing Thad to milk every second he can out of the reformed villain.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Ok, buddy. You... okay Tiger Boy let's just... can someone get this kid?" He moves his clawed hands around, not wanting to chance contact with the boy. "I better not catch this on line!" Thad's mom finally rescues Tomas from Tiger Boy. Thomas turns and walks away, reclaiming Rasputin. "Shut up," he says to petite Ivy. <br><br>"Richard, shut up or you will need a proctologist to find that umbrella," he mutters to the Puffin. <br><br>As he passes Mike he says, "Superheroes spout a lot of bullshit. That's all I'm saying." But he says it softly. Maybe the cape and the talk might make a difference in the outcome, life wasn't something that was neatly scripted.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>For such a tiny thing. Thad still has a pretty good grip when it comes to giving hugs. Fortunately for Thomas, Thad's mom comes to the rescue, stooping down to take over on hugging Thad duty.<br><br>Nick stays still watching Thomas's struggle, eyes narrow as he gives the widest closed mouth grin possible. <br><br>Hearing Thomas's comment, Nick turns his head to watch the man. "Bullshit or not. You gave him hope. And sometimes that's all you need."<br><br>Seeing Thad getting taken inside for a tour of the set, the musician's body spins to orient itself in the direction Thomas is walking, following suit, "Man I could use a drink about now. How about you? Kind of relax a bit before we go visit him in a couple days."<br> <br><br />
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<div>{{Log Header<br />
|Date of Scene=2022/07/01<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=A Make a Wish kid finds a hero in the oddest of places<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
|Tinyplot=ThemeOfTheCrime<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Over at Gotham Cable Studios, Studio Building 13 is experiencing quite a surge in activity. Along with people bustling around to get things in order for the next scene, some of the higher ups have opted to leave their office building to grace the film crew with their presence. Are there major changes going on? Is anyone getting fired? No. On the contrary. They are here because of a special event and to make sure that said special event doesn't result in an accidental mauling. <br><br>In an odd occurance Theme of the Crime was actually mentioned in a request for Make a Wish. While eyebrows may have been raised, no one could refuse little Thaddeus Pembrooke's request to visit the set of the show that is working on the final episodes for season 2. Arrangements were made and Thomas was given enough warning to make arrangements to not have Rasputin on set. After all, kids can be unpredictable.<br><br>Additional arrangements included having some kid friendly food options included at the catering table. <br><br>Despite only one of the villain characters having scenes to shoot today, several of the regular cast members did make the choice to come in and wear their respective costumes for the special guest. One of them is Nick Drago, who is dressed in his Music Master costume. But there is no hat on his head. <br><br>An assistant gets off of the phone and moves over to the director, whispering to them. Blinking, the man gets up from his seat and turns, looking to the gathered crew, "Alright! We've got news that Thad and his family are now on the tram and will be here shortly. We're going to take 30."<br><br>As the tram rolls up there is a family of three sitting in the front car. While the general meeting early on stated that it was the child who was ill, it is hard to tell as the eight year old is displaying the MOST amount of energy of all those on the vehicle. The parents to either side of them, while smiling seem extremely subdued with their overall body movements. But then again, with their positioning to either side of the child,they might be just making sure Thad doesn't fall off the tram. "Is this it?" Thad asks eagerly, giving a gapped grin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Tigers are also very predictable. Thomas will tell you. Poke Rasputin in the eye and he will be quite predictable. Kids are prey. Thomas certainly was. <br><br>Laying on the beam, Thomas watches the Puffin actor gratefully finish his scene and split for lunch. He doesn't know why they made him be on the spot like this. Thomas is not kid friendly, unless they had fur a/o claws. He remembers the internet videos of him and his fans and seethes a little at the comments section. <br><br>"Hey Puffin, next time I throw you, I miss the airbags," he's about to call. But the tram rolls up and he shuts up. Ironic that he spent so much time avoiding witnesses. <br><br>Ten he slips off the beam. He does a beautiful somersault halfway to the ground, landing in front of the tram in a crouch and letting loose with his Theme of the Crime traditional growl. he's wearing something like his traditional costume, substituting a duster for his cape. The colors are lighter too. Hah, Catman Lite. <br><br>"I am here for Thad Pembrook..." he snarls. Mind, he never talked that way when he was a crook. He delivered demands and instructions in a level, clear manner. It kept the innocents a little calmer and made them more likely to obey.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>After Thomas lands in front of the tram, a short, shrill scream is emitted from the tram. <br><br>The woman to the right of Thad looks over to the man clinging on to one of the poles holding up the top "George!"<br><br>Thad brings his head back for a moment at the growl but upon registering who it is seems to grin even more. "CATMAN! YEAH!"<br><br>Hearing the cheer from inside the studio, Nick glances to the open doorway. His lips curl upwards into a smile of his own. But he lingers inside with the others while Thomas does the initial greet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And... he really didn't plan anything past this point. After all when he did do this sort of thing he either grabbed the loot and ran off or started fighting. He did have a line from the show... didn't he? -Nobody move-. No, he wanted them to move. "I hear you want to challenge me for my title of greatest criminal in Gotham. <br><br>There's is an emphatic &lt;Hah!&gt;, probably from one of the Ivies. Or Puffin. <br><br>He stands straight out of the crouch now frowning for effect. Thank the muses for Catman's Pride (s1 ep 4).<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The mother is the first to get off of the tram, granting Thad a means of departure that way. As he is helped down, it becomes a bit more apparent how ill he's been. The clothing, light tan in color with a sharpie outline of three claw marks on the chest don't do much to hide the thin nature. But the small jacket does add a bit of needed bulk. On his hands are gloves with construction paper claws taped to the fingertips. <br><br>Once on the ground Thad crouches down, mimicking the stance that Thomas just did before giving his own teeny growl. <br><br>The previously named George scoots over on the tram to exit after Thad, keeping an eye on him. Hearing the growl, there seems to be a bit more strength to the expression on his face. He moves over to take the mother's hand, giving it a squeeze as he looks to her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake draws on his theme criminal background. Bluffing is off course often used in his former profession, and baccarat. "The tiger growl! It is paralyzing in its unique pitch. I can't move! OK. You got me, kid." Thomas falls to the ground. Ow, head bonk. He mouths 'Help' to Music Master and an Ivy, who is giggling too hard to be any help at all. Okay Camren. You'll get yours. <br><br>Actually she might like that... <br><br>"Arrrgh!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>During the exchange, Nick had moved closer to the door to observe what was going on. When Thomas makes the gesture to have him help. He reaches into his pocket. He looks over to one of the sound tecnicians. When he gets a nod from them he brings up his voice. "Hang on Catman! Lilliput's coming with her gu- WATCH OUT!"<br><br>The sound technician hits play on a recorded sound effect of a blaster. While Nick chucks out a child's size version of one of the music master's hats through the doorway, landing near the tram. "MY HAT! BE MORE CAREFUL GUYS!" Shaking his head he storms out of the door, glancing around. "Where is it?!"<br><br>Thad gets up from his crouched position, giggling as he moves over to the fallen hat. Bending down to pick it up. "Here it is Music Master!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the moment of distraction to roll to his feet and pounce on Music Master's actual hat, tearing it apart and laughing. "I have my revenge on you Music Monster... and Tiger Boy... I will be back for you!" Then he lopes through an exit. Once out of sight, he leans against a wall and produces a flask he packed for such an emergency. He takes a deep drink from it. He notes Rich "Puffin" Wallace watching him silently. Then the Puffin brandishing his umbrella charges through the door. He slides down a wall. One of the Ivys starts to sit next to him until he gives with a growl of his own. "Nothing personal," he calls to the fleeing actress. <br><br>I'll make it up to her. <br><br>Yeah, kid, you're sick as hell and your hero is a feral human who drinks and chases women... and some men. Like God doesn't hate us enough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As one of the henchmen characters comes out with a regular sized replacement hat, the sudden pounce of Catman causes for yet another eep of surprise. The hat falls to the ground in time for Thomas to land upon the headwear. <br><br>Mike balls up his hands in response to the antics. "CATMAN! I'LL REMEMBER THIS!" As Puffin waddles out to interact with Thad, Musit Master gives chase to the offending villain, leaving Thad with a child sized version of one of his prop hats. Once out of sight of the kid, he turns, moving over to where Thomas is hiding. A glance is given over to the remaining lineup of villains waiting to 'ambush' the special guest. Judging from the laughter as Rich does his own interaction, the parade of villains seems to be going over well.<br><br>Nick looks to the flask but doesn't make comment as he simply leans against the wall next to Thomas, giving him time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pulls his jacket over the flask. "Then kid thinks I'm a hero. I'm ready to cut and run. What's his story... can't be good. They don't give wishes for food poisoning. Do you have the printout on him? Of course you do. You live for pot roast, paper work and early bed times." He holds a hand out, the claws on his glove flickering in out for a moment. Oh, he shouldn't be wearing those but he was climbing just before. <br><br>"Give."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas asks him what's wrong with Thad, Nick's eyes glance to the side. "I didn't make the arrangements." He points out, looking over towards some of the higher ups that made their way from the main building. "...Sometimes they do get better."<br><br>Another batch of giggles filters in from outside as the Ivy League members start heading out.<br><br>Nick looks to the extended hand and sighs, pulling out the copy of the note that got sent to him on it. "It's not very detailed. Didn't they send you one?" He holds it out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the paper and mutters, "The tiger ate my homework..." <br><br>"Sometimes. Not good. You live with the cats, you learn to read the movements of your prey, who's strong, who's weak, who has a foot on a banana peel. That kid... shit like this shouldn't happen to people like him. I could see it happen like that to..." He trails off and then gets up and strides over to Thad's father. They engage in a short intense discussion while Thad is being passed around the Ivy League, to his obvious delight. He has one Ivy left when Thomas finishes talking and gently claps dad on the shoulder. <br><br>He returns to Mike. "I need to get something from my trailer. Cover for me. If you got any magic bird mojo, now's the fucking time to use it my fiend. I will be right back."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick watches as Thomas walks off, giving a curious glance to the unheard discussion. Based from the conversation earlier he can guess to the topic matter involved. When Thomas returns, he only manages to part his lips before Thomas speaks up once more, leaving the musician to give pause. <br><br>"Magic...bird...mojo." Nick repeats, watching the elder man's departing form. When Thomas is out of sight, he turns his head, seeing the father looking his way. Seems curiousity just comes with the cat.<br><br>He heads over to the dad to find out what he told Thomas.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Mr. Pembrook looks a little worn by now. "Look, I just told your partner -who was very rude about it at the start. Thad is being operated on in two days. We're not giving up but the tumor is in a bad place. Chemo shrank it. If they can clean it out things look good. It's just the procedure itself... we got the best doctor for it. Yes." He turns away. <br><br>The petite Ivy refuses to relinquish Thad. Thad offers his cheek for a kiss. "Wow you ARE like a little Catman. Okay." When she leans in for the kiss, Thad turns his head quickly kissing Tiny Ivy flush on the mouth. She blinks in surprise. "Yeah, just like Catman. Now shoo you! I get enough height jokes without a pint sized boy friend." She puts him down.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Nick nods at the summary of what's going on. The timing is a bit too far away at the moment but- "Do you think Thad would appreciate visitors before the procedure?" He asks, "As kind of an added boost to morale?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"No one move. You're in no danger unless you try to outrun a tiger. You won't." Where Thomas is, you will usually find Rasputin. the tger was sleeping fairly peacefully, a snoring mass of coiled death when Thomas came to change and get him. "He was fed, he doesn't eat between meals." Thomas is wearing his traditional uniform now. Hopefully that is not a bad sign. "Come here, Thad," one taloned finger beckons and the boy steps slowly forward. <br><br>"I am told you are having a procedure in a couple days. I want you to do wear this for it." He carefully unclasps his cape and holds it out to the boy. An animal handler is near him. Thomas hands him Rasputin's leash and steps closer. <br><br>"Wear this cape and will be all right. It saved me a few times already. Just believe in it. I just have two conditions." He clasps the cape around Thad's neck and settles it on his shoulders. It puddles on the ground. "First condition, this is a loan. I will come for it when you are recovering. Second condition, when you're better and a little older, try and take it from me. If you can, you can be the new Catman. Deal?" He holds out a huge hand to the boy, Utterly solemn.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Noticing the costume change, Thad's jaw drops as he steps forward. "Is that for season two?" He asks before the cape is offered to him. "WOW!" Small hands reach up to take the cape, immediately trying to put it on but failing to secure it. The tiny hat stays upon his head. The smile on Thad's face wakens at the mention of the surgery but he nods quietly, listening to the story that goes with the cape while Thomas makes sure it's fastened properly. The offered hand is looked at before the recently titled Tiger Boy moves forward, wrapping arms around what part of Thomas he can get ahold of. "Deal!" <br><br>Getting no protest to the suggestion from the father, Nick quietly makes arrangements with the father for a future visit. After handshakes are exchanged, the musician starts to move over towards Thomas and Thad. Seeing the hug in play, he slows his steps, allowing Thad to milk every second he can out of the reformed villain.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Ok, buddy. You... okay Tiger Boy let's just... can someone get this kid?" He moves his clawed hands around, not wanting to chance contact with the boy. "I better not catch this on line!" Thad's mom finally rescues Tomas from Tiger Boy. Thomas turns and walks away, reclaiming Rasputin. "Shut up," he says to petite Ivy. <br><br>"Richard, shut up or you will need a proctologist to find that umbrella," he mutters to the Puffin. <br><br>As he passes Mike he says, "Superheroes spout a lot of bullshit. That's all I'm saying." But he says it softly. Maybe the cape and the talk might make a difference in the outcome, life wasn't something that was neatly scripted.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>For such a tiny thing. Thad still has a pretty good grip when it comes to giving hugs. Fortunately for Thomas, Thad's mom comes to the rescue, stooping down to take over on hugging Thad duty.<br><br>Nick stays still watching Thomas's struggle, eyes narrow as he gives the widest closed mouth grin possible. <br><br>Hearing Thomas's comment, Nick turns his head to watch the man. "Bullshit or not. You gave him hope. And sometimes that's all you need."<br><br>Seeing Thad getting taken inside for a tour of the set, the musician's body spins to orient itself in the direction Thomas is walking, following suit, "Man I could use a drink about now. How about you? Kind of relax a bit before we go visit him in a couple days."<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=11837/Theme_of_the_Crime:_Make_a_Wish_Edition&diff=2558711837/Theme of the Crime: Make a Wish Edition2024-02-26T14:50:12Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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<div>{{Log Header<br />
|Date of Scene=2022/07/01<br />
|Location=Gotham Cable Studios<br />
|Synopsis=A Make a Wish kid finds a hero in the oddest of places<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,979<br />
|Tinyplot=The Count of Monte Cristo<br />
|pretty=yes<br />
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{{Poses<br />
|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Over at Gotham Cable Studios, Studio Building 13 is experiencing quite a surge in activity. Along with people bustling around to get things in order for the next scene, some of the higher ups have opted to leave their office building to grace the film crew with their presence. Are there major changes going on? Is anyone getting fired? No. On the contrary. They are here because of a special event and to make sure that said special event doesn't result in an accidental mauling. <br><br>In an odd occurance Theme of the Crime was actually mentioned in a request for Make a Wish. While eyebrows may have been raised, no one could refuse little Thaddeus Pembrooke's request to visit the set of the show that is working on the final episodes for season 2. Arrangements were made and Thomas was given enough warning to make arrangements to not have Rasputin on set. After all, kids can be unpredictable.<br><br>Additional arrangements included having some kid friendly food options included at the catering table. <br><br>Despite only one of the villain characters having scenes to shoot today, several of the regular cast members did make the choice to come in and wear their respective costumes for the special guest. One of them is Nick Drago, who is dressed in his Music Master costume. But there is no hat on his head. <br><br>An assistant gets off of the phone and moves over to the director, whispering to them. Blinking, the man gets up from his seat and turns, looking to the gathered crew, "Alright! We've got news that Thad and his family are now on the tram and will be here shortly. We're going to take 30."<br><br>As the tram rolls up there is a family of three sitting in the front car. While the general meeting early on stated that it was the child who was ill, it is hard to tell as the eight year old is displaying the MOST amount of energy of all those on the vehicle. The parents to either side of them, while smiling seem extremely subdued with their overall body movements. But then again, with their positioning to either side of the child,they might be just making sure Thad doesn't fall off the tram. "Is this it?" Thad asks eagerly, giving a gapped grin.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Tigers are also very predictable. Thomas will tell you. Poke Rasputin in the eye and he will be quite predictable. Kids are prey. Thomas certainly was. <br><br>Laying on the beam, Thomas watches the Puffin actor gratefully finish his scene and split for lunch. He doesn't know why they made him be on the spot like this. Thomas is not kid friendly, unless they had fur a/o claws. He remembers the internet videos of him and his fans and seethes a little at the comments section. <br><br>"Hey Puffin, next time I throw you, I miss the airbags," he's about to call. But the tram rolls up and he shuts up. Ironic that he spent so much time avoiding witnesses. <br><br>Ten he slips off the beam. He does a beautiful somersault halfway to the ground, landing in front of the tram in a crouch and letting loose with his Theme of the Crime traditional growl. he's wearing something like his traditional costume, substituting a duster for his cape. The colors are lighter too. Hah, Catman Lite. <br><br>"I am here for Thad Pembrook..." he snarls. Mind, he never talked that way when he was a crook. He delivered demands and instructions in a level, clear manner. It kept the innocents a little calmer and made them more likely to obey.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>After Thomas lands in front of the tram, a short, shrill scream is emitted from the tram. <br><br>The woman to the right of Thad looks over to the man clinging on to one of the poles holding up the top "George!"<br><br>Thad brings his head back for a moment at the growl but upon registering who it is seems to grin even more. "CATMAN! YEAH!"<br><br>Hearing the cheer from inside the studio, Nick glances to the open doorway. His lips curl upwards into a smile of his own. But he lingers inside with the others while Thomas does the initial greet.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>And... he really didn't plan anything past this point. After all when he did do this sort of thing he either grabbed the loot and ran off or started fighting. He did have a line from the show... didn't he? -Nobody move-. No, he wanted them to move. "I hear you want to challenge me for my title of greatest criminal in Gotham. <br><br>There's is an emphatic &lt;Hah!&gt;, probably from one of the Ivies. Or Puffin. <br><br>He stands straight out of the crouch now frowning for effect. Thank the muses for Catman's Pride (s1 ep 4).<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>The mother is the first to get off of the tram, granting Thad a means of departure that way. As he is helped down, it becomes a bit more apparent how ill he's been. The clothing, light tan in color with a sharpie outline of three claw marks on the chest don't do much to hide the thin nature. But the small jacket does add a bit of needed bulk. On his hands are gloves with construction paper claws taped to the fingertips. <br><br>Once on the ground Thad crouches down, mimicking the stance that Thomas just did before giving his own teeny growl. <br><br>The previously named George scoots over on the tram to exit after Thad, keeping an eye on him. Hearing the growl, there seems to be a bit more strength to the expression on his face. He moves over to take the mother's hand, giving it a squeeze as he looks to her.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake draws on his theme criminal background. Bluffing is off course often used in his former profession, and baccarat. "The tiger growl! It is paralyzing in its unique pitch. I can't move! OK. You got me, kid." Thomas falls to the ground. Ow, head bonk. He mouths 'Help' to Music Master and an Ivy, who is giggling too hard to be any help at all. Okay Camren. You'll get yours. <br><br>Actually she might like that... <br><br>"Arrrgh!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>During the exchange, Nick had moved closer to the door to observe what was going on. When Thomas makes the gesture to have him help. He reaches into his pocket. He looks over to one of the sound tecnicians. When he gets a nod from them he brings up his voice. "Hang on Catman! Lilliput's coming with her gu- WATCH OUT!"<br><br>The sound technician hits play on a recorded sound effect of a blaster. While Nick chucks out a child's size version of one of the music master's hats through the doorway, landing near the tram. "MY HAT! BE MORE CAREFUL GUYS!" Shaking his head he storms out of the door, glancing around. "Where is it?!"<br><br>Thad gets up from his crouched position, giggling as he moves over to the fallen hat. Bending down to pick it up. "Here it is Music Master!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake takes the moment of distraction to roll to his feet and pounce on Music Master's actual hat, tearing it apart and laughing. "I have my revenge on you Music Monster... and Tiger Boy... I will be back for you!" Then he lopes through an exit. Once out of sight, he leans against a wall and produces a flask he packed for such an emergency. He takes a deep drink from it. He notes Rich "Puffin" Wallace watching him silently. Then the Puffin brandishing his umbrella charges through the door. He slides down a wall. One of the Ivys starts to sit next to him until he gives with a growl of his own. "Nothing personal," he calls to the fleeing actress. <br><br>I'll make it up to her. <br><br>Yeah, kid, you're sick as hell and your hero is a feral human who drinks and chases women... and some men. Like God doesn't hate us enough.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As one of the henchmen characters comes out with a regular sized replacement hat, the sudden pounce of Catman causes for yet another eep of surprise. The hat falls to the ground in time for Thomas to land upon the headwear. <br><br>Mike balls up his hands in response to the antics. "CATMAN! I'LL REMEMBER THIS!" As Puffin waddles out to interact with Thad, Musit Master gives chase to the offending villain, leaving Thad with a child sized version of one of his prop hats. Once out of sight of the kid, he turns, moving over to where Thomas is hiding. A glance is given over to the remaining lineup of villains waiting to 'ambush' the special guest. Judging from the laughter as Rich does his own interaction, the parade of villains seems to be going over well.<br><br>Nick looks to the flask but doesn't make comment as he simply leans against the wall next to Thomas, giving him time.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake pulls his jacket over the flask. "Then kid thinks I'm a hero. I'm ready to cut and run. What's his story... can't be good. They don't give wishes for food poisoning. Do you have the printout on him? Of course you do. You live for pot roast, paper work and early bed times." He holds a hand out, the claws on his glove flickering in out for a moment. Oh, he shouldn't be wearing those but he was climbing just before. <br><br>"Give."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As Thomas asks him what's wrong with Thad, Nick's eyes glance to the side. "I didn't make the arrangements." He points out, looking over towards some of the higher ups that made their way from the main building. "...Sometimes they do get better."<br><br>Another batch of giggles filters in from outside as the Ivy League members start heading out.<br><br>Nick looks to the extended hand and sighs, pulling out the copy of the note that got sent to him on it. "It's not very detailed. Didn't they send you one?" He holds it out.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>"No one move. You're in no danger unless you try to outrun a tiger. You won't." Where Thomas is, you will usually find Rasputin. the tger was sleeping fairly peacefully, a snoring mass of coiled death when Thomas came to change and get him. "He was fed, he doesn't eat between meals." Thomas is wearing his traditional uniform now. Hopefully that is not a bad sign. "Come here, Thad," one taloned finger beckons and the boy steps slowly forward. <br><br>"I am told you are having a procedure in a couple days. I want you to do wear this for it." He carefully unclasps his cape and holds it out to the boy. An animal handler is near him. Thomas hands him Rasputin's leash and steps closer. <br><br>"Wear this cape and will be all right. It saved me a few times already. Just believe in it. I just have two conditions." He clasps the cape around Thad's neck and settles it on his shoulders. It puddles on the ground. "First condition, this is a loan. I will come for it when you are recovering. Second condition, when you're better and a little older, try and take it from me. If you can, you can be the new Catman. Deal?" He holds out a huge hand to the boy, Utterly solemn.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Noticing the costume change, Thad's jaw drops as he steps forward. "Is that for season two?" He asks before the cape is offered to him. "WOW!" Small hands reach up to take the cape, immediately trying to put it on but failing to secure it. The tiny hat stays upon his head. The smile on Thad's face wakens at the mention of the surgery but he nods quietly, listening to the story that goes with the cape while Thomas makes sure it's fastened properly. The offered hand is looked at before the recently titled Tiger Boy moves forward, wrapping arms around what part of Thomas he can get ahold of. "Deal!" <br><br>Getting no protest to the suggestion from the father, Nick quietly makes arrangements with the father for a future visit. After handshakes are exchanged, the musician starts to move over towards Thomas and Thad. Seeing the hug in play, he slows his steps, allowing Thad to milk every second he can out of the reformed villain.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:979|Thomas Blake (979)}} has posed:'''<br>Thomas Blake says, "Ok, buddy. You... okay Tiger Boy let's just... can someone get this kid?" He moves his clawed hands around, not wanting to chance contact with the boy. "I better not catch this on line!" Thad's mom finally rescues Tomas from Tiger Boy. Thomas turns and walks away, reclaiming Rasputin. "Shut up," he says to petite Ivy. <br><br>"Richard, shut up or you will need a proctologist to find that umbrella," he mutters to the Puffin. <br><br>As he passes Mike he says, "Superheroes spout a lot of bullshit. That's all I'm saying." But he says it softly. Maybe the cape and the talk might make a difference in the outcome, life wasn't something that was neatly scripted.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Nick Drago (384)}} has posed:'''<br>For such a tiny thing. Thad still has a pretty good grip when it comes to giving hugs. Fortunately for Thomas, Thad's mom comes to the rescue, stooping down to take over on hugging Thad duty.<br><br>Nick stays still watching Thomas's struggle, eyes narrow as he gives the widest closed mouth grin possible. <br><br>Hearing Thomas's comment, Nick turns his head to watch the man. "Bullshit or not. You gave him hope. And sometimes that's all you need."<br><br>Seeing Thad getting taken inside for a tour of the set, the musician's body spins to orient itself in the direction Thomas is walking, following suit, "Man I could use a drink about now. How about you? Kind of relax a bit before we go visit him in a couple days."<br> <br><br />
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| ShowStatus= Ongoing<br />
| ShowStartDate= 2021/12/06<br />
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| Synopsis= Theme of the Crime is a fictionalized cable series about theme criminals in Gotham, but it is not set in Gotham and except for Catman, the villains are more AU versions. (i.e.. Instead of Poison Ivy, they have a group called the Ivy League) <br />
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Primary filming is done at Gotham Cable Studios with some on scene locations for special scenes.<br />
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== The Credits ==<br />
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Producers <br />
Pete Porterman and Thomas Blake <br />
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Cast<br />
Simon Trent - Commissioner Gillespie<br />
Thomas Blake - Present Day Catman<br />
Nick Drago - Music Master; Catman (Pilot and early flashback episodes)<br />
Simon Williams - Woe<br />
Gabe Porter - Catman (later flashback episodes)<br />
Katy Preston - Annette/Ivy League<br />
Camryn Cailin - Eva / Ivy League<br />
Adele Rouke - Mona Lisa / Ivy League<br />
Candis Rosenberg - Cristata / Ivy League<br />
Gloria Williams - Glacier / Ivy League<br />
Richard Wallace - The Puffin<br />
Robert Osbourne - The Jokester<br />
Rasputin the tiger - Self<br />
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|ShowType=Musical Movie<br />
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|Synopsis=The Count of Monte Cristo is a movie adaptation of a musical based off the movie adaptation of the book by the same name. <br />
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A young man is falsely accused of a crime and thrown into an island prison without trial. Upon obtaining his freedom and acquiring a fortune, the man sets out under a new name on a quest of vengeance upon those who stole his life from him.<br />
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Cast<br />
Mercedes - Ariah Olivie<br />
Edmond Dantes / The Count - Nick Drago<br />
Fernand Mondego - Dimitri Carpentier<br />
Danglars - TBD<br />
Gerard de Villefort - TBD<br />
Abbe Faria - TBD<br />
Luisa Vampa - Megan Gwynn<br />
Albert - TBD<br />
Jacopo - TBD<br />
Monsieur Morrell - TBD<br />
Valentina Villefort - Noriko Ashida<br />
Madame dVillefort - TBD<br />
Noirtier de Villefort - TBD<br />
Armand Dorleac - TBD<br />
Maurice - TBD<br />
Old Man Dantes - TBD<br />
Masquerade Girl - Jeanne-Marie Beaubier<br />
Smuggler #1 - Karolina Dean<br />
Smuggler #2 - Caleb Dykstra<br />
Geisha - C. Rojas<br />
Party Guest #242 - Belinda Gutierrez<br />
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Producers - Norman Osborn, Timoteo DeRossi, Pete Porterman, Prentis Myers<br />
Production Assistant - Anissa Yates<br />
Casting - Eric Hansen, Reanna Nelson, Patricio Romano, Wade Shaw, Lizzie Wilkenson<br />
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Crew<br />
Wardrobe - Cynthia Schneider, Willard Fox, Kristy Ramos, Neil Peters, Carmen Preston<br />
Set Teachers - Naomi Winters, Richard Stadler<br />
Costume Design by Beroe Kazinski<br />
Special Security Considerations provided by Kitsune Arms<br />
Other Safety Considerations by Kord Industries<br />
Music Production - Shaw Studios<br />
Film Production - Gotham Cable Studios, Metropolis Films, NYC Studios<br />
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Orchestra - Marie-Ange Colbert, Michael Hannigan, Milo Fuller, Aidan Mccall, Ned Wilkinson, <br />
Elif Banks, Susan Osborn, Hana Murphy, Elaine Sweeney, Katie Blackburn, <br />
Mikayla Boyer, Ruairi Mills, Subhan Copeland, Kathleen Pace, Sallie Spence, <br />
Lillian Bradford, Amir Scott, Matilda Norton, Alexandra Dale, Millicent Moyer, <br />
Helena Bray, Vinnie Estrada, Eddie Boyle, Nana Sims, Zak Cardenas, <br />
Henry King, Clyde Phelps, Claire Hayes, Libby Ortiz, Tessa Murray, <br />
Cody Guerrero, Zakariya Roy, Azaan Mays, Jasmine Short, Joanne Ramos, <br />
Jessie Perry, Mari Conway, Hermione Hilton, Sabrina Myers, Lea Krueger, <br />
Deborah White, Zaynab Rojas, Liam Chapman, Maximus Hanna, Jana Fitzgerald, <br />
Muhammad Blake, Paul Beck, Georgie Randall, Annabel Stevens, Esmee Singh, <br />
Melanie Stephens, Matthew Schaefer, Isabella Kelley, Hannah Gray, Santiago O'Brien, <br />
Clara Burke, Frederick O'Doherty, Shaun O'Quinn, Patricia Lynch, Muhammed Russo, <br />
Reuben Mcleod, Mahnoor Boyd, Caitlin Franco, Connie Moses, Louie Mcpherson, <br />
Kathryn Vega, Tabitha Riggs, Ian Rivera, Lachlan Riley, Zach Davenport, <br />
Nell Hubbard, Lily-Mae Benson, Jackson PerkinsRafael Wang, Jasmin Hamilton, <br />
Ricky Leach, Alia Underwood, Angus Roth, Callan Robles, Ryan Price, <br />
Terence Garrison, Aishah Mclaughlin<br />
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=== The Count of Monte Cristo: An Appetizing Musical Tale of Lies, Betrayal, and Revenge ===<br />
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It is uncertain how many 'die hard' fans there are of the musical, The Count of Monte Cristo, but you now have that joining the ranks of musicals turned into movies. While some reading this may be happy with the news, there is likely a greater majority of readers wondering, 'There was a musical?', this article is telling you 'Yes, there is'. Being this is a musical movie, the next likely question asked would be, 'Did it have good music?' . Well, with the composer being none other than Frank Wildhorn who brought us Jekyll & Hyde, then that is a resounding yes. But because Jekyll & Hyde is so good, it tends to drown out its musical siblings. <br />
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So while the above may come off sounding like a major disadvantage the situation detailed has helped out in the case of The Count of Monte Cristo. It is likely due to another studio buying the rights to Jekyll & Hyde and doing NOTHING with it that this musical has gotten the movie treatment. And since the other one already has a Hasselhoff version recorded for posterity. This could very well be a gain for future generations who would like to see more than just one of Wildhorn's works.<br />
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But is it a faithful adaptation? Yes. Very much so. As far as the source material they were using, the plot does stay true to the course and does not sacrifice any of the musical numbers that fans of the musical may remember. Considering the scarce run in most countries, with the most recent US one having finished up a run in Utah, a lot of viewers may not be aware that the musical exists and end up comparing to the wrong source, that being the actual book itself. <br />
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Book purists may not appreciate the film as certain sub plots are neglected and the one that is focused on has taken some liberties with the ending. But being that the movie is an adaptation of the musical which did the same exact thing, this is an unavoidable complaint. <br />
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Overall, if one were to not compare the film to past versions, they may find this film to be enjoyable. The film did take several risks, most notably in the casting. Most of the cast are unknowns with the most notable names associated with it being Nick Drago and Jeanne-Marie Beaubier. Beaubier's screen time was minimal but very well used, playing a beautiful, but vital role in driving the plot forward. No words were spoken but the nature of the character was excelently conveyed. <br />
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Nick Drago's selection for the main role of Dantes does make sense in a rather roundabout way when one considers the general popularity the rock star has experienced in the Southern Europe areas, particularly Italy where several of the film locations were set. When he does get pulled for film roles he also appears to gravitate towards books to movies. While this film is actually pulling from the musical, the book's spirit is still in there somewhere. Considering past roles have had him play at being a seafarer and villain types. A seafaring Byronic hero is not too far off the beaten path. He plays his part well and considering the above, a safe choice in casting. <br />
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But the most notable part of this film beyond the elegant costuming, the scene sets, and incredible music would have to be the risks taken in the rest of the casting. Forgoing stunt casting, this film has likely some of the most diverse casting in films seen this year. This includes the presence of visibly apparent mutants amongst the Smuggler crew, including a rather adorable captain with wings .<br />
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The biggest gem in this film would be Ariah Olivie cast as Mercedes. An unknown in the singing community, Olivie won the role in a walk on audition. The story goes that she had walked into the wrong audition. This is likely the best mistake ever as Olivie took the challenging music pieces associated with the Mercedes character and made it her own. Her voice matched nicely with Drago's and Dimitri Carpentier's (Fernand Mondego) in the duets and trios and had it not been pointed out before, one would think the role was made for her. Olivie has the voice of an angel hidden in a tiny package and her acting was on point with the others. By far the best part of the film.<br />
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Overall, this movie is enjoyable. Beautiful to look at and nice to listen to. If one is looking for a short cut to reading the book by watching this movie, I would not recommend it as that's not the film's intent. The actual book is rather large, has multiple story lines, and to fit the entire contents of that book into a solitary film would be an impossible task. The book is a feast and would best be serviced by a series. <br />
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But if one wanted a quick taste, then this would make for a good appetizer. And hopefully inspire those watching to pick up the book later on. But if not, at the very least, this makes a hard to find musical more accessible for those who did not have the opportunity to see it in person. <br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>After a slight mishap, a quiet trip back to the school, and a lengthy discussion about how you don't bring explosives into a gym, well...<br><br>There was a need to take a few days.<br><br>But time has passed and perhaps.<br><br>Just perhaps.<br><br>There may have been a change in approach to going to Rock Wallz. <br><br>While the Green guest pass day was kind of ruined, a second chance comes in the form of Yellow pass day. Which is what leads to the pair of guys coming in to the door once more. Mike steps in first, shifting over to the side to allow for another to show up after him.<br><br>It's not that crowded at Rock Wallz today.Perhaps the festivities of the past two nights could be to blame. But either way. Good news for them.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb has a backup plan. He has a backup plan... Right?<br><br>Well, yes - he left Sheila at Happy Harbor with specific instructions on what to do if somebody came for her. As for his things - or rather, a small armory -, they've been left at a safe place; in other words, he doesn't have them.<br><br>But, he's not happy about it; he looks around every now and then, keeping his head down, just like the old days.<br><br>The old days being just a few months ago, really, but he has come a long way since, he's hardly been the same kid as he was then.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the door closes shut behind Caleb. Mike looks to the student for a few moments. But after that time, Mike simply tilts his head to the locker room, sliding the backpack off his shoulder to rifle around in one of the pockets. As they approach the door, the spare lock is held out in offering to Caleb.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>The young man takes the key, immersed halfway through in his thoughts; he barely almost saw the key being offered to him.<br><br>"Oh. Uhm, thanks..."<br><br>As he readies himself in the locker room, he takes a deep breath. "Kinda feel naked, here...", he comments idly.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Interesting choice of words for the inside a locker room." Mike comments, breaking the silence from his end. There's a slight chuckle, briefly breaking the somber mood at least from his end. He doesn't look over to Caleb though as he moves off to his section of the locker room to switch out his own clothes. "The point of here is to make it to where you don't need to carry that stuff 24-7." Mike points out. "Besides. You're not here alone."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah, but the recent encounter I had made me think I'm screwed if I'm not packed", he says. "Like, I had this one-eyed girl that came to me - to us, Sheila was there -, and she flat-out told me she had taken up a contract for our heads", he pauses, "even though she had only taken the contract to see what it was all about."<br><br>He shoves his things into the locker, then says with finality, "She made no promises that she wouldn't go through with the contract, so I guess she might be following me - following us, me and Sheila. Probably even my dad."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike pauses to the information brought up. "...And it didn't occur to you to tell us about this earlier?" Mike wonders. He sighs, walking over to his own locker to shove belongings in. His attire has switched over to shorts and a shirt that stays fairly close to the body. The short sleeves do nothing to hide the scar upon his lower forearm, or the added definition to his shoulders. "... We'll talk about this later. You already lost one day here. I'm not THAT mean."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"My mind went straight into game planning", Caleb admits.<br><br>Once done dressing, Caleb is sporting a t-shirt and track suit pants, nothing of the fancy sort. "That girl didn't seem like she was lying, and besides... She did buy us the breakfast."<br><br>A small quip there? Caleb is learning to quip under pressure! Yay!<br><br>"I honestly thought it was poisoned, but she did taste it first." He shrugs, "It's the little moments of kindness. Let's just hope it's not the convict's last meal..."<br><br>And he follows Mike.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike holds the door open to the locker room to let Caleb out. As the door swings shut, the older man leads the way back towards the area of the gym sporting the ninja course. "Have you done any obstacle courses before?" He asks, looking back to Caleb.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yeah, when you run through Gotham's alleys", Caleb says, "and you want to avoid gangs." He adds, "But the Themysciran Arts Center helped, too."<br><br>He starts to examine the course, or at least, the obstacles closer to him.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ok so similar experience as me prior to starting here." Mike assesses, scanning the course for anything that's changed since the last time he was there. "Minus the Themysciran Arts Center portion though. And replace Gotham with Hell's Kitchen."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Okay, so when do we start?", Caleb says, rubbing hands. "After you, I think..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"When you're ready." Mike answers, looking over to Caleb, giving a slight smile. "And take as much time as you need. You still have a red day after this." <br><br>Taking the invite to go first, Mike moves over to the starting position, backing up a bit as he checks to make sure the course is clear.<br><br>Once that is confirmed, he bolts forward, moving side to side as he crosses the first obstacle of the angled blocks spaced far apart. Launching himself forward, he pops up to an overhang of pegs to which he grabs on and makes his way forward. Within a couple seconds he's on the third obstacle, claring half of the cargo net leading up to the next level.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb follows, running towards the angled blocks and jumping over them with a parkour move, eyes darting over the next obstacle, the pegs, to which he jumps and swings his body weight from one to the other. Once at the rope, he grabs on firmly, yet fluently, as if trying to keep up with the rope's flexibility, and using it to climb. "Well, this obstacle course has some nice things to it. Do you change it often?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>By the time Caleb makes his way to the net, Mike's making his way through the next round of obstacles, vaulting over a wall, balancing across a ledge to get over to 45 degree angled monkey bars that move upwards only to end four feet away with another ladder going downwards to another ledge. <br><br>"I don't change them." Mike answers, halfway through the obstacle, turning his head, "But the owners of the gym do on a fairly regular basis." <br><br>Legs bending, Mike pushes off of the one set of bars to twist and grab on to the opposing bar. Bending the legs again, he hands himself down towards the other ledge.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Good", Caleb says. "No course should ever be the same twice, you know? Makes your mind adapt to the possibilities and uncertainties of the path - and life." He shrugs after a moment, then his knowledgeable demeanor breaks down. "...Or so I read somewhere."<br><br>He changes subject, "And in the middle of all my concerns, I don't get to talk about the good that happens in my life." Which he feels is a pretty small part by comparison - but an important part, still. "I went on a date."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike shifts his weight, making sure he's firmly settled on the other side before glancing back to Caleb, adjusting his pace so he can maintain the conversation. The mention of the date gets a bit of a smile. "Oh? What are they like?"<br><br>He turns, arms held out as he bolts across a multi sectional line of logs spaced a few feet apart from each other. As he leaps off of one, a marking on the log shows that the platforms are actually spinning from the movement. But, at the very least there's a pit of foam blocks underneath to protect from any possible falls. Upon reaching the other side, Mike hangs back, glancing over to Caleb.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Well", Caleb starts, looking for the best course to overcome the obstacle. "'She' is awesome. Funny, kind, studying at Metro U, and she pulled this sorry ass from getting fried extra crispy when that android rampaged out of those S.T.A.R. Labs." A slight pause. "Yeah, I was in the neighborhood, fulfilled my concerned citizen duty."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Ok with the exception of the android rampage part, sounds nice. Do you guys have a second date lined up?" Mike glances over to the next obstacle, flexing his hands a few times before he hops up, hands grasping onto little red wheels attached to a bar. As he goes from wheel to wheel, the cross bars shift, showing that they too rotate based off of how they are grabbed onto. Whoever picked these two obstacles to be back to back certainly liked spinning things.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not at the moment, no", Caleb says, finally making his move for the course - run, jump, spin, hop on over. "I mean, I'm giving it some time, you know? I liked the date and all, and Meg's got the sort of personality you just can't hate, but I don't wanna impose. Besides, she's a college student, and college students tend to get busy with classes." He lowers his voice, "And she's a superhero, too."<br><br>"But if there's a date in the foreseeable future, she's gonna show me her ship." He chuckles. "Talk about a mechanic's dream, eh?"<br><br>And, just in the one moment when it all seems to go well for the young man, his hand slips out of his support, and he finds himself grabbing nothing but air. "...Oh, shit." And naturally, gravity wins, because a Martian, a Kryptonian, or a Viltrumite, or any other self-propelled frequent flyer he is not.<br><br>*THUD!*<br><br>"Ow."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"But at least you got her number." Mike responds, allowing himself to make the assumption. But as Caleb gives bits and pieces about the date. Megan...show her ship...saved his butt in some attack. He tilts his head in consideration. Why does that seem familiar?<br><br>The pondering doesn't last long as Caleb loses his grip. rMike doesn't look to the fallen as he's focused on making it through as well. But upon reaching the end of the obstacle, he glances down where the student vanished. "You landed in foam. What did you hurt? Your pride?"<br><br>Mike lingers for a moment, waiting to figure out where Caleb is situated in the pit before he flips off the ledge to land in the same pit area.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Indeed, my pride", the youngster says, getting up and checking for anything sore. "That'll teach me to keep my head in the game." He looks at Mike, smile more like a grimace than anything else. "But, if it has to happen, I guess it's better to happen in practice than when you have to prove your money's worth, right?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike wades up through the blocks, head popping out of the pile to look over to Caleb. "Yes. Better you get the tumbles out of you in here than out there. But- You did pretty alright for your first approach. So what now? Take a break" He tilts his head in direction of the ladder that leads to the start of the obstacle Caleb failed at. "Or give it another shot?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>The youngest man closes his eyes, searching for an inward focus. After several seconds, he opens them, visibly more resolute.<br><br>"Whoever's gonna come for me is not gonna give me another chance to 'redo a course'." He goes all the way to the start. "And this proves another thing..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike turns his head, watching as Caleb moves away from the ladder and instead goes to the beginning of the course. Smile strengthening, he swims out of the pit before following the student to the start. There seemed to be something unspoken to what Caleb last said which causes for Mike to look to him to provide the needed prompt. "And what's that?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"That I'm an idiot that gets way over his head in just about any angle of his life", the student continues. "I've fought thugs, mutants, ninjas, robots, aliens..." He tries to classify the next category, "Strange shit in the form of a collective, more times than I'd care to." He scratches the brige of his nose. "I haven't been solving anything when it comes to the mob, this really's just been a placebo for my life and my family's. I'm not living, I'm surviving - we're surviving."<br><br>"Better people than me should be doing the stuff I did", Caleb says, "And yet, how come I can't walk away from a situation when it arises?"<br><br>"Not to mention that I'm here on the high hopes with a girl, while really, she's leagues, /leagues/ above me."<br><br>He looks at Mike, deadpan pausing.<br><br>"Ever get the feeling you're stuck in a nightmare that's disguised as your life?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Despite the question likely being a joke. Mike is quiet as he looks to the course. The smile that was there just a few seconds before has faded away. "...More than you might imagine." He responds, looking to the course. "...I may not have had mob problems. But I had an entire neighborhood turned against me and I couldn't leave for a long while."<br><br>Pale eyes glance towards Caleb, "...I was around your age when I got out of there."<br><br>"He looks back to the course. "Which might...give some insight to why I help out with the school. I imagine the reason you have trouble walking away is because...you don't want others to go through what you did."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"...Really?", the youth tilts his head. Surprise turning into curiosity, he says, "Aw man, you gotta tell me your war stories someday."<br><br>And, after careful eveluation, he says, "Taking the shots so that somebody else doesn't have to..." He scoffs, "Somebody else like Sheila."<br><br>(Caleb: Brain, you are fucked up!)<br><br>(Caleb's Brain: I know, right? Deal with it!)<br><br>He finds himself pinching the bridge of his nose, then sighs. "Cap did tell me I had big shoes to fill..."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nah. You'd be bored after a bit I imagine. Not all fights are of the physical type." Mike looks over to Caleb at the name drop. "Cap? Which one? Police Captain? America? Marvel?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Captain America", Caleb explains. "I found this picture from when back in the Second World War, and this guy who looked just like me, right by Cap. It looks like they crossed paths back in the war, fighting all the Nazis." He smiles at the thought, "From what Cap told me, Cole Dykstra, my great-grandfather, was quite the young man." He shrugs, "Just from hearing it... It's kinda overwhelming, you know?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike nods. "I imagine it could be. Although...I don't really have that looming over me. Don't really know much about my family beyond my mom and aunt except for what I was told. And- if what I heard was true. Those aren't shoes to fill."<br><br>He looks back to Caleb, "Focus on doing your best. The shoes will fill themselves eventually."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Right, right...", But Caleb is pondering just how can he do it.<br><br>Then, he changes subject. "But while we're on the subject of families, tell me about yours?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Hmm..." Reading the situation, Mike steps away from the entrance to the obstacle course, clearing the path for those a bit more focused upon that objective. It's not much of a risk to lose their spot in line as they're the only ones back there but... decorum.<br><br>"Well...my father was pretty much not in the picture physically for most of it. I think he was around when I was four but that's before my mom moved us from Hell's Kitchen to Gotham. She worked housekeeping at the Azure Hotel near Robinson Park. We lived there until I was ten and then..."<br><br>The musician's frown deepens, "Well. After she died I got shipped back to Hell's Kitchen to live with my aunt. My aunt, well she- tried... at first."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb nods, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a few sips from it, "Go on." He's all ears.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike pauses, "...I could give you a play by play of the next ten years but...basically. Once I got shipped back to Hell's Kitchen, I had to deal with people of all ages causing problems, talking about how the apple doesn't fall from the tree. Turns out my father wasn't exactly a model citizen, and he's the reason mom moved us to Gotham. So...well, sins of the father. Son gets the backlash." Mike shrugs.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"You got pulled into 'the life' too?", Caleb asks. "Not so dissimilar from mine, then", Caleb says. "My dad got himeslf involved with the mob because he needed money to pay for my medical bills. And, when he tried to pull away from them, I was forced to step up once they showed him the consequences of saying 'no' to them."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike shakes his head. "I..still don't know what exactly he did. I suspect he hurt my mom at some point. As for the rest, it's apparently enough to make people want to hurt me, the police to turn a blind eye to what's going on, and the schools to blame any incidents involving me ON me. Although, I probably made it easy for them to do that when I learned to fight back. But, I guess I should be glad the hospital was still willing to treat me." He pauses, "No one ever approached me for paying off anything. It was just nothing but hatred."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"A whole community?", Caleb narrows his eyes. "Hating on a kid for the errors of the father?" He scoffs, "That's 'justice' under the good old United States. Incredible. I'm surprised how, just in order to spite them, you didn't become what you father was."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Therapy."<br><br>The word, while singular, says lots. And yet, Mike finds that it isn't enough. "Lots. And lots. Of Therapy." The performer gives a weak smile, "My aunt may have hated me by the time I reached eighteen. But, I will give her credit. After the school expelled me, she did get me set up with that at least. Which helped me last until I could get out."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb's judgemental opinion rises to the surface with this. "You know what?", he says as he throws the empty bottle to the nearest trash can. "Those people? A bunch of fucking cowards that don't deserve your consideration, if they only feel good taking it out on a kid." Given how he's the very protective guardian of one himself, the subject matter strikes a little too close to home on this one.<br><br>But hey, it sparks his grit back, "Another run?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Well, it is one reason I generally don't go to Hell's Kitchen if I don't have to. ". Mike admits, "But hey, guess we could treat this as an example of how one can turn things around even with a bad start.". <br><br>As to the answer to Caleb's question, it comes in the form of another smile. "Yes. Another run."<br> <br><br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"... and thank you for coming out!" Marcus Black, likely not even close to his real name, places his mic in the stand and exits stage 'over thattaway somewhere. The rest of the band is still milling about a bit on stage as the underpaid 'roadies' start breaking things down. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Corbin stands in front of his drums, partially blocking the big old Death Omen symbol on the bass of his drum kit. It's pretty simple, that logo, just the words and a black bird busting out of the O in Omen. He stretches his arms over his head and lets out a yawn. One of the hired help wags a hand in Corben's direction, trying to get his attention. A brief 'conversation' takes place that goes something like - 'Corben, you going with us to at.' ..and the reply, 'Not tonight, need to hit the bed.' It's all in sign language, the roadie not nearly as skilled as Corben. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He takes a hop off the stage just as the lights come up enough along with a little softer music piped in for that moment before everyone gets the boot. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Last call!" Someone behind the bar bellows. Almost time for the boot. <br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Off to the bar a pair of men are milling about. A short-haired blond about 6 foot in height is wearing some high end clothes and everything about him just screams that. Before him an empty glass sets and a notebook is in the process of closing. "I'm out." He comments, glancing over to the other guy, "You good?"<br><br>Off to the side, somewhat leaning against it as he's without chair, a slightly shorter man glances up. "Hmm? Oh yeah. Bar's closing. I'll be out once I'm done with this one." <br><br>Seemingly content with the response, the taller of the two nods and heads off.<br><br>Mike Hannigan turns his head to watch the departing Wade Shaw before he turns back to his mostly finished beer and the notepad in front of him. Unlike his friend he's dressed in a fiscally responsible manner. Goodwill's finest. The incognito rockstar reaches a hand down, picking up his glass for another sip.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Corben's dark lined blue eyes track Wade's exit before he turns his attention back to Micheal. At some point, 'I know that guy from somewhere' went through his mind in regards to Shaw. He runs a fingerless leather gloved hand through his hair, sweat from the night's efforts making it stick up even more 'this way and that' than usual. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once again, someone flaps their hand in a small, but over exaggerated manner in the periphery of Corben's vision. This time, it's just a peace out that's tossed in the drummer's direction. It's responded to with a nod and a thumbs up before his feet carry him to the bar. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Double scotch," he tells the bartender. It's been pretty obvious that he's the deaf one here but his speech is clear with just a hint of a French accent. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That swill will kill you, yes," he asides to Michael.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>With the crowd dying away, the sound becomes a bit more manageable in the club and conversation for the sake of conversation doesn't require close proximity. Corben's arrival at the bar is first telegraphed by the visual of him in the side of his vision. There's a quiet shift of his free hand, closing the notepad in front of him. Picking it up, he slides it into a pocket. <br><br>He chuckles to the comment about the beer. "But at least I'll die knowing the taste of sweet sweet Guinness." He quips, turning his head to reveal youthful features, likely one that would probably get him carded in some establishments. "Or maybe it's acting more of a preservative." He gives a smirk, "Would you believe I'm in my thirties?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Corben squint and shifts to change the angle at which he's facing Micheal. "Something about guiness and thirties?" he says. "Sorry, I need to see your lips clearly when you speak." Something made possible by the slightly brighter lighting. "What is it they say? Fifty is the new thirty? So that makes you ten yes? Too young to be in here?" <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;That double, scotch neat, goes down quick - now you see it, now you don't. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"That guy that left a minute ago, I know him?" It's sort of a question, said in a way that leaves the 'I just don't know from where' unspoken. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The noise dies down even more as people are ushered from the bar, they don't have to go home, but they can't stay here. Corben, on the other hand, doesn't get the 'shoo, go away' treatment. Instead the bartender catches his attention and yells, slowly, "Thirty More Minutes." <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Corben asks Micheal, "He just yelled at me, didn't he? They all think screaming makes me less deaf."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike cocks his head, somewhat reminiscent of a dog or a bird trying to better understand what's being said. The nod breaks the expression as he processes the information. "Ah." He adjusts his positioning, making sure to look right at Corben. "Basically Guinness tastes great and it's not aging me any." <br><br> His arm crosses his chest, reaching for a pen he had left laying on the counter. Taking it, he moves it into the pocket he just put the notepad.<br><br>To the question, he glances back to the exit Wade went through and then looks back to Corben. "Depends." He replies back, "Have you heard of Silver Round?" The smile fades slightly as the bartender yells at Corben before looking back to the drummer. Expression lightening again. "Yes he did. But to be fair. Sometimes we forget to take out the IEMs."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Corben double taps the bar and assures the irritated bartender, "Last one, I swear," followed with a little cross his heart gesture. His attention back on Michael he offers, "And here I put mine in after the gig." With the noise at a bare minimum now, even the soft background music gone, Corben figures it's finally time to put his ears on. It only takes a minute for him to remove the cochlear implant processors from the little case in his pocket, attach them to the sides of his head magnetically and shove the right bits into his ears. It's something he's done a million times. "I hope he doesn't yell at me again now," about that bartender. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Aren't most of them dead?" he asks with the appropriate amount of respect and sorrow in his tone. "It's shame, yes." A beat and he adds, "How rude of me," he extends a leather clad hand, visible fingertips stained an odd purple, "Corben Kelly."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Watching the drummer put on his ears. A warm chuckle emanates from Mike in response as teeth are shown as he smiles, giving a nod. "Yeah okay. Good transition to that."<br><br>To the question about the band's fate, the smile falters. "Well. No." He replies. "There were four. So... half died. Straight. Down the middle." Mike drifts quiet for a moment as he glances to his glass, Corben's extended hand with the peculiar purple tips drawing him back in. "Ah. Well I forgot this as well so..." <br><br>A bare hand reaches over, taking the offered one. There's a roughness in certain spots of the hand. While the fingertips may seem typical, the ones just above the underside of the knuckle have an odd placement to them. "Mike Hannigan." Mike offers back.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There's just a blink of a moment where Corben tenses when they first make contact. It's easy to miss to someone not very perceptive. "Now you sound like Mr. Roboto," he comments along with a grin. Once he pulls his hand back, he gestures vaguely to the side of his head. "Useful, but things don't sound the same." Things, music in particular. It's a loss another musician is sure to understand. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I imagine it would be hard to lose half your mates." He's not unfamiliar with loss himself. "So, Mike Hannigan, you play." It's a statement, not a question. He knows those callouses. He downs that second double and glances about the place. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Brad over there, he's grinding his teeth. See the clench of his jawline? He's going to crack them soon if we don't get out of here so he can clean up. Up for a walk?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>There's no grin to the Mr. Roboto comment, but there's at least no scowl either. Instead Mike nods to Corben's assessment. "You're right." Mike replies, "Would not recommend it for anyone." The general hint from the bartender to move it quicker than the previously indicated 30 minutes gets a nod.<br><br>Right. Finish up that beer. <br><br>"Sure." Mike responds, taking the glass and tilting his head back to down the remainder of its contents in one fell swoop. Empty glass set down he steps away without a concerned look coming from the bartender. Paying as you go has it's perks. "What way you heading?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>"Nowhere in particular," but the lack of a smile at his attempt at a joke doesn't go unnoticed. "Everyone sounds like Mr. Roboto. The implants, they make everything sound, well, robotic, mechanical." Corben offers the bartender a mock salute that shifts to a middle finger. It's all in good fun, really. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He takes the lead on the way to the door. "Brad, he isn't a bad sort. We're just cutting into his time in the back room with his bar back," he offers as if Michael asked. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"I would say that I'd like to hear you play sometime, but... I would like to feel you play sometimes." He turns and walks backward a step or two, facing Mike. "I hope that wasn't too forward." The words are followed up with the biggest grin he's had all night. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once outside, he stands there for just a beat, pulling his trench coat a little tighter against the cold January air. "But seriously, I didn't mean anything untoward. I like to feel music now, the beat, the thrum, the vibration of it, more than I like to hear it."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>When Corben tries to explain the joke, Mike's brow raises, "Oh." The expression seems almost apologetic. "I.. thought you were commenting on something else." He turns, following Corben, steps slowing as he makes mention of the identified Brad and his motivations. There's a crack of a smile to the comment. He looks back to Corben, "Should have led with that instead of barking out 30 minute warnings." He steps through the door, "I could have downed that beer ages ago."<br><br> Glancing back to the door, Corben's next words causes for him to blink, turning to look over to the other musician as he turns to look back to him. No phantasm powers are needing to be tapped to mirror the very grin he's seeing before him. "You're an odd duck, Corben." Mike assesses, chuckling, as he pulls a knit cap out of another pocket, bringing it up to tug it on. "Don't change that." There's no motion to pull on gloves as he instead shoves his hands into his pockets, listening to Corben's comments. "That's a thing about drummers." He comments, stepping over to be alongside Corben, head tilting just slightly to look him in the eye. "We love the rhythm."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:5155|Corben Kelly (5155)}} has posed:'''<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Quack, Quack..." After his lame duck impression, Corben walks in silence along side Mike. It's not an uncomfortable silence, at least not for the deaf dude - he's quite used to silence. It's more just enjoying the chill are and company, no matter how quiet it is. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few blocks down, Corben cuts toward an alley that leads to the next block. Before he enters the alley, he turn and salutes. "This is my stop," he announces. Halfway down the alley he calls out, "Check your left pocket!" <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Should Mike do so, he'll find a business cared for Cafe De La Magie along with Corben's name and digits. Moments after he disappears into the shadows of the alley, a single raven flies over head and lets out a cacaw before heading off into the night.<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=17010/A_Gym_Like_No_Other_..._Outside_of_the_franchise&diff=2515517010/A Gym Like No Other ... Outside of the franchise2024-01-26T22:52:29Z<p>PoeWolf: Mike shows Caleb around his gym. Caleb shows something else. Annnnd gym day is canceled.</p>
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|Date of Scene=2024/01/24<br />
|Location=Rock Wallz Gym<br />
|Synopsis=Mike shows Caleb around his gym. Caleb shows something else. Annnnd gym day is canceled.<br />
|Cast of Characters=384,4247<br />
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>As the weekend looms near, it can be a time when people get antsy. Not quite free of their duties but very much ready to burn off some steam. It is possibly one of the contributing factors for Mike opting to make this a gym day. (Night. Whatever.)<br><br>Mike has become a bit of a regular here, and if people have caught on to his rock star persona here, they've been very discreet about it. He hasn't been hassled, he can come in and leave without going beyond the barebones social exchanges of other regulars.<br><br>But today is a little different. Backpack slung on shoulder, he pauses at the door he just opened, keeping it in its open state as he looks behind him to his guest. "Here we go." He states, closing the door. "Just need to get you squared away with the guest pass and then we can have a look around."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>And the guest is Caleb, runaway extraordinaire from the Gotham mob, taking refuge in Happy Harbor ever since things went dicey for him and his family - which isn't to say that it got better for him; between ninjas to alien invasions, his life never got one bit dull. Over the course of the months he's been free, he's become something like an 'on-the-spot' sort of hero; just doing what he can to avoid a situation from escalating, but... That's what superheroes do, isn't it?<br><br>So, he's always looking for an extra place where he can learn something new, get the upper hand - he feels like he may need it sometime soon.<br><br>"First look doesn't seem half-bad", he comments.<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'd certainly hope not." Mike responds, glancing to what at first glance appears to be a typical gym. Weight equipment, doors to locker rooms, juice bar, room for fitness classes. Well appointed. "I prefer using this one over the one at the condo. But the main reason for that we haven't seen yet." <br><br>Mike moves over to the front desk, smiling to the clerk there as he fishes out his member card. "Also a guest pass." He adds in, fishing out a couple bills for it. There's a nod before the guy behind the desk, fiddles around, tugging out a bright green tag with the date written on it. "Next time they come in, they can trade it in for the yellow one." <br><br>Nodding his thanks, Mike carries the bright sticker over to Caleb. "You get three days with this. Day 1 is Green. Day 2 is Yellow. Day 3 is Red. Doesn't have to be consecutive but within a 2 week period. Just trade in the past one to get the next one for that day."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Sounds great", Caleb says, inspecting the card, "Two weeks. Got it." He looks around for the locker rooms briefly, but returns his attention to Mike to ask, "Oh? What's the main reason you prefer this place?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>General idea is people might be too sore to do three straight days if they're trying out a gym for the first time, allows for rest if you overdo it." Mike adds in, hand holding on to the strap of the bookbag, as he looks to the Caleb looking to the gym. "As for my reason for picking this place, follow me."<br><br>Turning, Mike starts to head off to the left of the desk, making his way around a corner. Passing the free wights, they reach a set of glass doors. To the other side are two sets of immense climbing walls with a series of color coded handles of varying climbing difficulties. "Part 1." Mike states, opening the door before he progresses towards another set of double doors. <br><br>Good lord, how did the gym owner secure this much real estate in New York City?<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Aaahhh, climbing practice", Caleb observes as he follows the actor. "Good for reflexes and concentration, right?"<br><br>Huh. Not a bad guess, there...<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"I'm not really into weight lifting, but climbing is a good core workout." Mike replies, "...Or at least that's how I've heard it touted. I just find it relaxing." He pauses at the other door, glancing back to see if Caleb has followed along or is still looking to the walls. Once Caleb comes over, he steps aside to show another set of doors. On the other side is a ninja obstacle course full of things to climb, swing, catch, leap over and run up. "And this is Part 2. The newest addition to the gym."<br><br>He opens the door up, "And, every so often they do switch out the obstacles to keep it somewhat fresh."<br><br>Mike pauses, looking to the full route of the course. "I have a couple friends that will race with me through that course which is kind of fun too. But... let see.. Balance, patience, a bit of observation, coordination, agility...Not bad things to work on."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb looks at the part 2, and finds himself whistling. "Man, running a crash course on parkour with this one..." He nods, "Gotta think fast when you're escaping the mob... or ninjas."<br><br>A joke follows, "The mob, you got it covered... All those overweight fuckers, just run as fast as you can, and escape through the narrowest alleway you can find and they'll get stuck!"<br><br>But his demeanor returns to guarded pretty soon, "The ninjas...? Keep running!"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Hearing the general sound of approval to the part 2 reveal, the rocker grins. "Well you got three trial days to check it out. If after that you still want to use it. Let me know. We can get you longer access to it."<br><br>The talk of avoiding mob types and ninjas causes for the smile to fade a bit. "They're probably easier to get off balance than ninjas as well." Mike comments, "...Well, this isn't a dojo. But maybe this will help a bit with being more effective with your movement. Worth a shot at least."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"I survived so far... By whatever miracle", the young man replies. "I won't deny I could use the extra practice. I'm still to understand how I managed to escape an enraged Thanagarian's mace before I got out." He looks at Mike, "Did I ever tell you that? I mean, Hawkgirl swoops in from the air while I'm testing out guns, wants to arrest me for gun trafficking." He sighs, "I'd go to jail... Game over."<br><br>He shakes his head, "Thanagarians... Never liked them, to be honest."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Never underestimate the power of dumb luck and convenient timing." Mike comments, glancing back over to Caleb. "...I don't think you told me about her. Although I have run into Hawkman a few times. Although, he was more intervening on my behalf than against it. So, my opinion of them might be a little more favorable."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"Whatever alien species that raises a hand against a pleading downed parent and a newborn baby crying", Caleb says coldly, "I don't care that they become saints and paragons of virtue later down the line, they will get a lifetime supply of stink eye from me."<br><br>"Part number 2 is particularly interesting", he changes subject. "What's the last part?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike pauses, glancing to the side. "...By that logic. I should be hating all humans despite the good ones I encounter.' Mike looks to the obstacle course. "...While the gym has its merits beyond this I'd say these are my top two reasons for coming here. Location's not bad either." He nods back to where they came. "...There's also a juice bar and locker rooms. Beyond that, that's the tour."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>Caleb Dykstra says, "Yeah, well... Suspition's kept me and mine alive so far", Caleb states. "Even when things seem to go well, someone or something finds a way to rain misery." He shrugs, "So, always expecting the worst works out pretty well."<br><br>"I'll show you", he says. "Where're the locker rooms?""<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>"Caution is fine. But you can't go around hating everyone. It's not a pleasant way to live." <br><br> Mike pauses, shaking his head. "Either way. Yes. Locker room. This way." <br><br>Turning, he heads back through both sets of doors that lead to the main gym area. Heading to the opposite side of the entry desk, he makes a sweeping gesture to the doors, each labeled for the associated gender. Mike slides off his bag. "Did you bring a lock? I brought a spare if not."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"I didn't. Thanks."<br><br>And once inside, he starts looking around for any eyes that could be prying...<br><br>He finds what he thinks would be a blind spot, and he takes off his coat to reveal his clothes underneath - they all have padding in the important spots. "Got my hands on some... 'exotic' fibers which'll remain unnamed, and made some padding." He turns a little, showing the seams. "What do you think? Hardly noticeable unless you know what to look for, right?" The points to pockets, and shows a number of shurikens and throwing knives. "Made of ceramic, so no metal detectors getting in the way." He shows his overcoat, the inside having a military style harness where a combat knife and a gun are holstered; there are also clips, but modified sorts. "Each of these pellets have a few mixtures of my own, and some are even explosive." He shakes his head. "I'm not taking chances here."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>To the confirmation, Mike unzips an outer pocket and pulls out a spare lock. After handing it over to Caleb, he moves over to where others typically change. There's no padding to the clothes he changes into. Just comfortable. Not too loose to get caught on anything but not tight to the point of constricting. The Tee gets replaced with a tank top betraying a bit more of the climber's physique. <br><br>When Caleb calls him over to show him something, Mike thinks nothing of it until he displays what he has on him.<br><br>Mike is...quiet.<br><br>"...You-"<br><br>Oh geez he can't take this kid anywhere.<br><br>"...I think- We're done for the day." Mike concludes, expression betraying disappointment, "And we're going to have a talk when back on campus."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>And Caleb realizes the magnitude of the mistake he just committed.<br><br>"Uhh, okay look...", he says. "Maybe what I say don't count for much, but these only become active upon firing, and are used only in case of an emergency..." He sighs, "Yeah, it doesn't sound any batter when said. Sorry."<br><br>"Shit..." He leans his head against the locker room door, and bangs it against.<br><br>"Okay, sorry about all this, man. I got so paranoid since that metal ninja showed up, I didn't think straight." He adds, "It only got worse since I went to Ted Grant's gym. Went to enroll there with Sheila, incognito, hoodies over out heads. Some a-hole with a cellphone filmed Sheila in her trial run and sucker-punched him because he was looking at some teasing cowgirl, and the video was posted - without asking the legal guardian, as in me or my dad." His voice falters. "So, there's the risk of some actual mobsters coming to that place, because hey!, that shit's a dead giveaway we're there."<br><br>He struggles to regain his composure, eyes going red. "I'm sorry that I let you down. When I told you, I wasn't trying to betray your trust - I was in fact trusting in you, as messed up as it sounds." He takes a deep breath, "What exactly could still make this work?"<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:384|Michael Hannigan (384)}} has posed:'''<br>Mike's frown lingers as Caleb processes what's going on. But with the thunk of head against the side of the lockers, Mike sighs, nodding in agreement to Caleb saying he wasn't thinking straight. Yes. Very much this. <br><br>As for how to repair the situation. Mike's response is long in forming. It is an odd circumstance, sort of.<br><br>"I'm sure you've caught on but I'm going to restate it. This is serious. As much as I would like to ignore it... I can't. We will need to talk. Just, not here." <br><br>Mike glances to the floor, frown forming again. "Because of what we need to do, I do know that you've lost the rest of today on that pass." <br><br>Pale eyes look back to the younger man, "You're going to have to convince me that you shouldn't lose the other two."<br> <br><br />
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:'''{{#var:4247|Caleb Dykstra (4247)}} has posed:'''<br>"That's... Only fair, I think", Caleb says, sighing - and shivering, "It's cold, in here..." It might just be his stress level, because otherwise, room temperature should be just fine.<br><br>He puts his coat back on, "I have a lot of shit to work out before I can come here, I think." He sounds defeated.<br><br>And moves on ahead.<br> <br><br />
}}</div>PoeWolfhttps://heroesassemble.mushhaven.com/index.php?title=The_Count_of_Monte_Cristo&diff=25154The Count of Monte Cristo2024-01-25T02:30:05Z<p>PoeWolf: </p>
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|ShowTitle=The Count of Monte Cristo<br />
|ShowType=Musical Movie<br />
|ShowStatus=In Production<br />
|ShowStartDate=2023/12/08<br />
|Synopsis=The Count of Monte Cristo is a movie adaptation of a musical based off the movie adaptation of the book by the same name. <br />
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A young man is falsely accused of a crime and thrown into an island prison without trial. Upon obtaining his freedom and acquiring a fortune, the man sets out under a new name on a quest of vengeance upon those who stole his life from him.<br />
|Cast of Characters=1593, 384, 4240, 392, 1804, 1425, 1255, 2012, 1109, 4247, 666, 3954, 4100, 1014, 717<br />
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== The Credits ==<br />
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Cast<br />
Mercedes - Ariah Olivie<br />
Edmond Dantes / The Count - Nick Drago<br />
Fernand Mondego - Dimitri Carpentier<br />
Danglars - TBD<br />
Gerard de Villefort - TBD<br />
Abbe Faria - TBD<br />
Luisa Vampa - Megan Gwynn<br />
Albert - TBD<br />
Jacopo - TBD<br />
Monsieur Morrell - TBD<br />
Valentina Villefort - Noriko Ashida<br />
Madame dVillefort - TBD<br />
Noirtier de Villefort - TBD<br />
Armand Dorleac - TBD<br />
Maurice - TBD<br />
Old Man Dantes - TBD<br />
Masquerade Girl - Jeanne-Marie Beaubier<br />
Smuggler #1 - Karolina Dean<br />
Smuggler #2 - Caleb Dykstra<br />
Geisha - Xiomara Rojas<br />
Party Guest #242 - Belinda Gutierrez<br />
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Producers - Norman Osborn, Timoteo DeRossi, Pete Porterman, Prentis Myers<br />
Production Assistant - Anissa Yates<br />
Casting - Eric Hansen, Reanna Nelson, Patricio Romano, Wade Shaw, Lizzie Wilkenson<br />
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Crew<br />
Wardrobe - Cynthia Schneider, Willard Fox, Kristy Ramos, Neil Peters, Carmen Preston<br />
Set Teachers - Naomi Winters, Richard Stadler<br />
Costume Design by Beroe Kazinski<br />
Special Security Considerations provided by Kitsune Arms<br />
Other Safety Considerations by Kord Industries<br />
Music Production - Shaw Studios<br />
Film Production - Gotham Cable Studios, Metropolis Films, NYC Studios<br />
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Orchestra - Marie-Ange Colbert, Michael Hannigan, Milo Fuller, Aidan Mccall, Ned Wilkinson, <br />
Elif Banks, Susan Osborn, Hana Murphy, Elaine Sweeney, Katie Blackburn, <br />
Mikayla Boyer, Ruairi Mills, Subhan Copeland, Kathleen Pace, Sallie Spence, <br />
Lillian Bradford, Amir Scott, Matilda Norton, Alexandra Dale, Millicent Moyer, <br />
Helena Bray, Vinnie Estrada, Eddie Boyle, Nana Sims, Zak Cardenas, <br />
Henry King, Clyde Phelps, Claire Hayes, Libby Ortiz, Tessa Murray, <br />
Cody Guerrero, Zakariya Roy, Azaan Mays, Jasmine Short, Joanne Ramos, <br />
Jessie Perry, Mari Conway, Hermione Hilton, Sabrina Myers, Lea Krueger, <br />
Deborah White, Zaynab Rojas, Liam Chapman, Maximus Hanna, Jana Fitzgerald, <br />
Muhammad Blake, Paul Beck, Georgie Randall, Annabel Stevens, Esmee Singh, <br />
Melanie Stephens, Matthew Schaefer, Isabella Kelley, Hannah Gray, Santiago O'Brien, <br />
Clara Burke, Frederick O'Doherty, Shaun O'Quinn, Patricia Lynch, Muhammed Russo, <br />
Reuben Mcleod, Mahnoor Boyd, Caitlin Franco, Connie Moses, Louie Mcpherson, <br />
Kathryn Vega, Tabitha Riggs, Ian Rivera, Lachlan Riley, Zach Davenport, <br />
Nell Hubbard, Lily-Mae Benson, Jackson PerkinsRafael Wang, Jasmin Hamilton, <br />
Ricky Leach, Alia Underwood, Angus Roth, Callan Robles, Ryan Price, <br />
Terence Garrison, Aishah Mclaughlin<br />
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== Movie Reviews ==<br />
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=== The Count of Monte Cristo: An Appetizing Musical Tale of Lies, Betrayal, and Revenge ===<br />
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It is uncertain how many 'die hard' fans there are of the musical, The Count of Monte Cristo, but you now have that joining the ranks of musicals turned into movies. While some reading this may be happy with the news, there is likely a greater majority of readers wondering, 'There was a musical?', this article is telling you 'Yes, there is'. Being this is a musical movie, the next likely question asked would be, 'Did it have good music?' . Well, with the composer being none other than Frank Wildhorn who brought us Jekyll & Hyde, then that is a resounding yes. But because Jekyll & Hyde is so good, it tends to drown out its musical siblings. <br />
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So while the above may come off sounding like a major disadvantage the situation detailed has helped out in the case of The Count of Monte Cristo. It is likely due to another studio buying the rights to Jekyll & Hyde and doing NOTHING with it that this musical has gotten the movie treatment. And since the other one already has a Hasselhoff version recorded for posterity. This could very well be a gain for future generations who would like to see more than just one of Wildhorn's works.<br />
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But is it a faithful adaptation? Yes. Very much so. As far as the source material they were using, the plot does stay true to the course and does not sacrifice any of the musical numbers that fans of the musical may remember. Considering the scarce run in most countries, with the most recent US one having finished up a run in Utah, a lot of viewers may not be aware that the musical exists and end up comparing to the wrong source, that being the actual book itself. <br />
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Book purists may not appreciate the film as certain sub plots are neglected and the one that is focused on has taken some liberties with the ending. But being that the movie is an adaptation of the musical which did the same exact thing, this is an unavoidable complaint. <br />
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Overall, if one were to not compare the film to past versions, they may find this film to be enjoyable. The film did take several risks, most notably in the casting. Most of the cast are unknowns with the most notable names associated with it being Nick Drago and Jeanne-Marie Beaubier. Beaubier's screen time was minimal but very well used, playing a beautiful, but vital role in driving the plot forward. No words were spoken but the nature of the character was excelently conveyed. <br />
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Nick Drago's selection for the main role of Dantes does make sense in a rather roundabout way when one considers the general popularity the rock star has experienced in the Southern Europe areas, particularly Italy where several of the film locations were set. When he does get pulled for film roles he also appears to gravitate towards books to movies. While this film is actually pulling from the musical, the book's spirit is still in there somewhere. Considering past roles have had him play at being a seafarer and villain types. A seafaring Byronic hero is not too far off the beaten path. He plays his part well and considering the above, a safe choice in casting. <br />
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But the most notable part of this film beyond the elegant costuming, the scene sets, and incredible music would have to be the risks taken in the rest of the casting. Forgoing stunt casting, this film has likely some of the most diverse casting in films seen this year. This includes the presence of visibly apparent mutants amongst the Smuggler crew, including a rather adorable captain with wings .<br />
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The biggest gem in this film would be Ariah Olivie cast as Mercedes. An unknown in the singing community, Olivie won the role in a walk on audition. The story goes that she had walked into the wrong audition. This is likely the best mistake ever as Olivie took the challenging music pieces associated with the Mercedes character and made it her own. Her voice matched nicely with Drago's and Dimitri Carpentier's (Fernand Mondego) in the duets and trios and had it not been pointed out before, one would think the role was made for her. Olivie has the voice of an angel hidden in a tiny package and her acting was on point with the others. By far the best part of the film.<br />
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Overall, this movie is enjoyable. Beautiful to look at and nice to listen to. If one is looking for a short cut to reading the book by watching this movie, I would not recommend it as that's not the film's intent. The actual book is rather large, has multiple story lines, and to fit the entire contents of that book into a solitary film would be an impossible task. The book is a feast and would best be serviced by a series. <br />
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But if one wanted a quick taste, then this would make for a good appetizer. And hopefully inspire those watching to pick up the book later on. But if not, at the very least, this makes a hard to find musical more accessible for those who did not have the opportunity to see it in person. <br />
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4.5 out of 5 popcorn buckets<br />
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