13733/An Apointment with an Airhead.

An Apointment with an Airhead.
Date of Scene:	03 January 2023
Location:	Meeting Room
Synopsis:	A interesting meeting perhaps only the first.
Cast of Characters:	Oliver Queen, Franklin Richards

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Oliver Queen has posed:
Queen Consolidated - Meeting Room

There's a schedule for things like what's about to happen. A schedule that's on Oliver Queen's phone. A schedule that he almost never looks at. How is business manages to stay in business is confusing to say the least but it does manage to stay that way. Regardless, the man that was supposed to be here ten minutes ago is still not here. Not yet anyway.

"Relax, fashionably late is my thing. I got this." Oliver's voice can be heard as he opens the door to the meeting room. "Coffee would be nice!" Another request to whatever worker he's talking to before he turns his attention to this room and whomever it is that's his whatever o'clock because he definitely did not look at his schedule or agenda.

All he knows is that he was woken up from a very good dream involving the Starling City Thunder's cheerleaders for this meeting...

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin is is the meeting room standing alone as he decided not to sit though instead stand looking out the window down on the city with a small smile on his lips. He is quietly thinking about how to approach this normal human in a way that wouldn't freak him out even thoough thier lives were so much different. He had been waiting, showing up actually early just to wait as he finds calm waiting times are the best time to think about things. They did not happen often so other then get frustrated at waiting.. He rather enjoyed it.

He turns and looks as he hears, and senses the whirlwind that is Oliver blowing through.

Standing before you at the window is Franklin Richards, reality bending, card carrying member of the Fantastic Four. Though he is dressed head to toe in blue, and black Fantastic Four swag from the hoodie to realaxed jeans he does not look like anything special, and one might think he is just some punk young adult, just a few years younger then yourself, if they didn't know him maybe Oliver is not the only one who is disquise..

Turning he quietly looks at Oliver.. "Mr. Queen!" he says happy to see the man of the hour appear in the room. "I wanted to thank you for your time.. I won't take up much of your time." he waves a hand to the open chairs of your table. "Please sit.. I was in town, and wanted to discuss something.. Or well some one. I guess he calls himself The Arrow, or Green Arrow.." he shakes his head, not really forgetting, but with names there is a lot of information who knows which is true.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"Mr. Queen? I know I'm getting up there but please call me Oliver." Oliver's on his way to offer a handshake to the kid that probably shouldn't be all up in this Meeting Room but who is he to judge? Plus, he may know a thing or two about those Four that are Fantastic. "I'm not dead yet." Oliver's jovial tone is one that shows he's all about the jokes and the keeping things light. Especially since he's just some dumb billionaire living off his parents and company's money. But whatever. Rich people, right?

Oliver drops down into one of the chairs and immediately swings his feet up onto the table. He looks way too comfortable sitting like he doesn't understand anything that's going on. His eyes roll when he hears the topic of discussion. "Oh, the freakshow with the Robin Hood complex?" Oliver shakes his head because what kind of crazy person dresses up like Robin Hood and goes around the city shooting arrows at people.

Still, the CEO is curious. "What about him?"

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin also sits, though a bit slower he keeps his feet on the ground and he leans on the table a little his fingers interlaced infront of him. "I thought so too... at first." he starts slowly. "I do not like murderers Mr... Oliver." he corrects himself. "But... This city has been helped by him time and time, and they have accepted him then things change." he gives a smile with a chuckle as he leans back relaxing just a little. "So what do you do right? Well.. if I want to find Spider-Man I go to the top of buildings... If I want to see about this city, I figured you have the time, and maybe influence so I come to you first,"

He reaches into a pocket, and pulls out a little bag with a very fine twine looking cable inside. "The New Year has passed, and I have been looking over.... Individuals that are out there helping on their own." he slides over the baggie with the twine.. "I figured it was time to reach out, and maybe lend a hand, and well from the looks of this person they might be able to use it." he shrugs a bit, and falls to silence to let him take that in, and explore the twine that was given to him.

The twine is actually not clotyh at all, but a wire-polymore that bends and streches extremly easy. It is made to give the most rebound force of the smallest pull, though he had made it himself at the lab. Of course he did all the patentes, and leagal things he needed to do as Oliver was a buisnessman, but right now it was one of a kind unless he were to make more.

Oliver Queen has posed:
Oliver does a bit of a double take, his eyes blinking quite a bit at the twine that has been offered. "I guess he's alright. Still a nutjob. A bow and arrow? Really?" It's almost as if the billionaire playboy is a bit jealous with the way he keeps cutting down one of the few heroes of Starling City. It's almost like he's trying to regain his status as the city's top famous person. But how can he compare to a vigilante?!

Unless it's with the ladies, of course. Ahem.

Oliver reaches out to take the spool and starts messing around with it. "You want me to find Green Arrow and take him fishing?" Because of course that's what a vapid airheaded CEO like Oliver Queen would think. Oy vey.

Oliver keeps messing around with the twine in the most non-useful way possible. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing. He even makes sure to pop it against his finger so he can yelp in foolish mortal manner. "Ow! Hey, is this stuff even legal?" Oliver sticks his finger in his mouth to soothe the pain.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin watches him fumble with it, though doesn't say anything or correct him. He realized a long time ago that people don't like that, and he would.. he sighs abit before the person cuts himself. Franklin looked at him a bit worried his message wouldn't get to the target then looks around a bit taking a breath. No this is a ceo of a buisness Franklin might not understand, but he believed results so here we are. He quietly looks at the person thinking about what to say before saying anything. "It is simple, I just want you to give him that, and this,." he pulls a card out and it has Franklin Richards, and a number on it. "This will contact me anywhere on this planet." he slides over the card. He does look serious for the first time though as his smile leaves just for a moment. "Not... a number to call for fun."

Though he relaxes back into the smile again as he just didn't want drunk dials from Oliver now that this number was out there. With a shrug he continues, "And that stuff is actually very legal, just new." He looks at him and grins a bit. " Giving it to him, assisting him.." he shrugs a bit not sure. "That is up to you, and you could just turn me down right now." he nods to the door before he continues.

"Though I hope that is not the path you choose, I will take my.. Toys? and go home with a single complaint." he did not want this person to feel threatened, as that could lead to a slope that would not help him talk to this Arrow. "I leave the choice up to you.. Can you do this for me? Or is this asking a bit too much from a new friend?" and chuckles a bit at that.

Oliver Queen has posed:
"No no. I can do it. I got a lot of Contacts in my phone. I'm sure one of them has come across Errol Flynn's Long Lost Grandson." Oliver shrugs and reaches out for the card while not using his bloody finger. He's still as dumb as the first time he entered this room but at least he's willing to help. "I can't promise results but I'll see what I can do."

Oliver shoves the spool of twine back into the bag and even slides the card in there too. Just to show that he's not the one that's going to be calling on that thing or whatever. He's not about to get in between the Fantastical Foursome and their heroic team ups. He is not the 'get involved' type. Unless there are models involved.

Or actresses. They count too.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin nods and stand he looks to offer a hand then remember that would put his hand in touch with the hand that has just been in his mouth, and second thinks it. He gives him a nod with, "I thank you Oliver, I know this is a wierd request, but I think you for taking it." he starts moving towards the door before he stops and turns. "Oh yes.. one last thing." he turns and looks at Oliver serious again. "If you try to take that, and use it yourself other then pass the message. Maybe out of some foolish greed to think you can make a profit." he chuckles a moment turning to face the door again.

"That... would be very bad." is all he says but as he speaks he litterally winks out infront of you, as it looks like the coffee is just being brought in. Just there one moment, and gone. It was just a parlor trick to Franklin, but he hoped it would give the impression that Oliver would not forget since he really didn't like threating people, just sometimes he had to make sure they knew it was important.