2096/Betsy and Bishop talk security

Betsy and Bishop talk security
Date of Scene:	13 June 2020
Location:	Sion - Nightclub
Synopsis:	Betsy and Bishop discuss security
Cast of Characters:	Betsy Braddock, Bishop

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Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy is at it again - she's spent much more time in the club this week, than back at the mansion. Today is a day for deliveries, it seems, since there are crates and boxes all around. Cocktail napkins, coasters, the little plastic things for garnishes.. There are small batches of each on the bar top, and the purple haired psionic is comparing several different napkins, pondering between each, clearly trying to decide.

It should be laughable - the society model concentrating on cocktail napkins. Of course, Betsy opening a business may be laughable to many, who think she's not more than a pretty face to sell fashionable things. Of course, her eye for pretty things is visible in the way the club is laid out, the colors and placement of furniture.

She'd sent a text early this morning, asking Bishop to come meet her at an address at Midtown, if he could manage the time, so he's half expected even as she focuses on the small details.

Bishop has posed:
Since he is coming to midtown, Bishop has dressed to blend. Battered blue jeans, yellow t-shirt, navy blue canvas jacket, but still, that little red banadana scarf thing he wears. Without the thrumbing of europeon techno music, or whatever the club music du jour is these days, the door opening can be heard. Also the sound of a big hand knocking against a crate stacked near the door.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop calls out, "Betsy, Are you here? I got the right time yes?" Bishop asks to the open air as he steps in and looks around, and upon seeing her at the bar deciding over napkins, Bishop says, "Ah there you! I hope you are having a fine day so far, Ms. Braddock."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy is ultra aware of the doors, since she is currently in the club alone. Her head is already turning before he's even knocking on that crate. There's a bright smile. "Bishop." His name is said with warmth, as she sets down the napkins she'd been comparing and contrasting.

"So far, it's lovely. Nothing like picking out all the little details for the bar wares to make a woman feel all aglow." There's some dry British sarcasm there, as she leans back against the bar. "So, this is my pet project that's been taking more and more of my time. What do you think?"

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks around and nods, "It is very nice. Spacious, which I assume is good for acoustics." he points to one of the balconies, "Excellent overwatch on the front door from there to prevent frontal assaults." He looks around, "The side entrances are a bit hard to see, especially when this place would be crowded. So you'll want a good way to keep eyes on them."

He leans forward against the bar and asks, "Sorry, old habit. SO what's the plan? Club, Restaurant?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Nightclub. Mutant and meta friendly." She says with a chuckle in her voice. "And that old habit is exactly why I asked you here. I was hoping you'd consider coming to work here. I really need someone I can trust to run security. I'm not /really/ expecting much trouble with being mutant friendly, people will probably think I'm trying to be trendy and edgy by hiring mutants. You know the truth."

Bishop has posed:
"I think that's an excellent idea. Even in my future, as different as it is from here and as... well we were by in large less fun loving, but there will still clubs, and they could be targets for violence. By one side or the other." Bishop drums his fingers on the bar, "A place that is safe for Mutant's and Metahumans is a very good idea. I would be honored to work for you as your head of security. I have been helping police Genosha, but as supplies get distributed it is getting calmer. I would feel obligated to split my time a little but as things start to get under control there, I certain need a 'real' job... If you'll have me, I'd be honored to acecpt."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Well of course I'll have you, I offered you the job." Betsy teases. "I'll want you with me to interview other possible hires for your security team. I want to hire mutants, but we need to mix in humans, as well. I want to send a clear message that I will not allow bigotry from either side."

She lifts a hand, tugging the pencil out of her hair to let it spill down from the upsweep she'd shoved it into. "There's a private lounge off the second level. That is strictly for mutants and metas, unless there is a /damn/ good reason otherwise. I have cards I hand out to those that are allowed entry."

Bishop has posed:
"I have experience working with humans. The X.S.E. was a mutant organization but we worked closely with human authorities and human law enforcement agencies to build trust. It usually went well." a beat, "ish." He clears his throat, "I'll help you vet your security team. It sounds like you have a few in mind already?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I've got a couple of applicants, but I haven't decided on anyone yet. I've been spending the week finalizing all the physical details, before I worry about hiring, and insurance, and payroll software." Violet eyes are softly lit. "I know, I know. I'm crazy for starting this.

Bishop has posed:
Bishopshakes his head, "I don't think you are a crazy at all. I think this is a good idea. Especially the inclusion of metahumans." He pushes back and turns and leans back against the bar, giving him a chance to take every thing in and start deciding security proceedures in his head, "When I first arrived, I had thought that Metahumans was just another term for Mutants that was popular in this time line, but after some Googling," Yes, the future still had Google. Be afraid. "It seems that many scientest believe the Metagene is, evolutionarily speaking, than mutatation leading to Homo Sapiens Superior."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Well, metahumans aren't so different than mutants, it seemed wrong to exclude them somehow." There's a hint of a smile. "Oh, I know I'm crazy. I mean, I've invested over the years, been in on start ups, but it was never /my/ business. Never my idea. If this fails... it's all me." She shrugs, blushing just a touch. She turns, fingers toying with one of the napkin samples.

Bishop has posed:
"That's why it is all the more likely you will make it a success. You over come obstacles. It's part of who you are. But I understand being nervous." Bishop says his voice assuring, "So I will be confidant for you, until you are open and successful and secure in the knowledge this was a good call."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
Betsy looks up with those violet eyes studying his face. "I overcame things to /live/. This is not life or death survival for me." There's a deep breath. "But I know it may be life or death for /someone else/. That's a heavy weight to carry. Trying to run a business, and be a beacon of equality, compassion, co-existence. I'm wondering since when I think I have the right skills for this."

Bishop has posed:
"In my experience compassion, co-existence and equality have needed the nudge of the right person receiving a good solid punch in the face. You are among the best in the world at this." Bishop points out helpfully, "I have no doubt you can find the right insights to be a community leader."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
There's a chuckle, before Betsy reaches for a bottle of water that's in the bar. "Well, I'm trying to be more diplomatic about this, versus just punching the bigots. I'd never get anything else done, if all I did was punch the assholes." She sips at water, watching him. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Bishop has posed:
"If you have a pot made I'd love some coffee, but I am fine with water if not." Bishop says, "Now for the Mutant/Meta only room, will you want me to take extra security measures? Do we need any kind of telepathic shielding back there?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"I do not have a pot made, I've been trying to cut back. I was drinking like four cups a day. I need to sleep, eventually." Betsy laughs, before she will gesture with a hand. "I do have a machine up in the lounge. You can look it over while I make you a cup." She will head up the stairs. "Well, there is a door to the alley, because not everyone wants or can be seen in a nightclub like this, you know? So we'll need to post at least one, possibly two people. One outside, one in."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop nods and pushes away from the bar to go look at the side door, calling out to Betsy to continue the conversation as he does, "Good solid door. I'd want it to be well lit, but I'll have to think of something to break up sight lines to keep tabloid reporters, and expose bloggers away." He considers something for a moment and calls out again, "Does this building have a basement?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Well, part of the outside door idea is that it blends in. I don't know about it being too well lit." She pauses, turning to look his way. "There's an excuse for one, sure. I need some place to keep the alcohol, and extra bar ware, that sort of thing. Why?"

Bishop has posed:
"I'll figure something out. I don't want it to be an easy ambush spot." Bishop rubs his chin and moves back to the bar. "I was thinking.. if the X-men have strong relations with the Morlocks in this timeline, perhaps an entrance to the tunnels so.. t hose that won't be disruptive can come here and relax in the backroom, and more importantly, an avenue of escape if we ever come under attack."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
She will watch him, still a moment. "I will leave that sort of thing up to you. Of course, it will help spread word among the mutant population what I'm trying to do, with this place. Word of mouth, and all of that." She will slide her hands into her pockets. "There's going to be a charity event for Genosha. I already spoke to Lorna."

Bishop has posed:
"Put a pin in that for now... there are probably lots of other things you need to worry about first." He leans against the bar again, "I think a charity event for Genosha is a wonderful gesture. They could use some good publicity, and help."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"What, the charity benefit? No can do, my friend. There are lists to be made, invitations to be created and approved, people for me to charm into coming.." Betsy half smiles. "But no, it is not the top of the priority heap, at the moment."

Bishop has posed:
"I meant put a pin in the entrance to the underground Morlock tunnels...." he pauses then and says, "Wait. Will there be a dress code or uniform?"

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Oh. Well, like I said, I am leaving the security type details in your hands. I'll just sign the checks." Violet eyes widen just a bit. "Sort of. Thinking like a black shirt for the security team. So we know who is, and who isn't. I wasn't planning on like full uniforms."

Bishop has posed:
"Black shirt, black pants sounds perfect." Bishops says with a dip of his head, "Ok. I think I have some ideas of what I will need to get started. I think will start with checking out that back alley entrance. Figure out how it can be safe but also discreet."

Betsy Braddock has posed:
"Well, nothing is locked currently. Well, it's not now." There's a quick grin to indicate she just unlocked them all. "I will be at the bar, when you want to discuss. I have to pick out napkins and coasters."