3319/Schott's Toy Chest

Schott's Toy Chest
Date of Scene:	10 September 2020
Location:	Toyman's Workshop, Metropolis
Synopsis:	Toyman and Deadshot meet.
Cast of Characters:	Winslow Schott, Floyd Lawton

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Winslow Schott has posed:
Word tends to spread quickly in the Underworld. This is either a blessing or a curse depending on who you were and what got leaked. In your case, it was a blessing. The recent incident in Metropolis Savings and Loan that involved weaponized toys only meant one thing for the Underworld, The "Terrible Toyman" has returned to Metropolis. The Toyman was infamous for taking otherwise innocent toys and turning them into weaponized terrors. There were also rumors that state that Schott would build weaponry for certain clients. However, Schott was notoriously picky and who he hired out his services to.

No one knew where Schott had disappeared to for the past 2 years, but if rumors were right, the Underworld knew where he was now. According to rumor, Schott was now roomed in a old meat packing plant in a rather shady part of the Industrial District. From the outside, the building appeared old, ruined, and long neglected. But, it often takes only a knock to get the hive active, maybe it was the same with Toyman.

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    It wasn't often Floyd Lawton visited Metropolis for business, for very good reasons clad in red and blue. That said, Toyman was among the best when it came to weaponizing toys, and Floyd had some ideas he wanted to try. With a briefcase of money, he made his way into the industrial district, a longcoat flowing in the breeze as he tracked Schott's hideout down.

    He stood in front of the front door of the plant, making direct eye contact with the camera. "I know you're watching. You'd be an idiot not to. I wanna talk business."

Winslow Schott has posed:
For a moment there was no response from the front door. However, there was suddenly a buzz and a man wearing a red plastic lab coat opened the door scowling. The man was a tall, stocky, yet slightly muscular man of Samoan descent wearing sunglasses and with a tattoo of a rather demonic looking snake on his right cheek. He then scoffed and said to you,

"Alright brother, ya wanna see Mr. Schott dat badly, well you can come in and see him. But, try anything funny-"

Instead of pulling out a piece like most thugs, this man wrung his hands together, as if threatening to wring your neck. As the man turns to lead you into the lair, you see "THE TOY FACTORY" written in big, childish, blocky letters on his jacket. As you go deeper and deeper into the plant, you swear you could hear music, singing, and what sounded like Children's laughter coming from further into the facility. The noises grew louder and louder until you stopped at two double doors at the center of the plant. The Samoan grinned slightly at the noises from within and opened the door.

Bright lights immediately flooded your eyes as the sounds of music and laughter grew louder and louder. Once your eyes grew accustomed to the brightness, what you saw before you resembled a child's playroom. There were toys scatted all over the floor, and placed rather neatly on the shelves. The toys varied from small, old-fashioned tinker toys, all the way to jumbo teddy bears. Amongst these toys you would a rather large amount of Unicorn toys of various sizes, all from the same line, "My Precious Unicorn." Before you could ponder this, your eyes would suddenly focus on a short, chubby man with brown hair and blue eyes covered with wire-rimmed glasses sitting at a tea table. He was dressed in a very colorful blue and purple stripped two-piece suit and had a rather large black bow tie on. He appeared to be having a tea party with a Raggedy Anne doll and a GI Joe when he suddenly noticed you. He grins childishly and says,
% "Come in, come in! We were just about to have a quite marvelous tea party, we always have room for one more. Right fellows?"

The dolls did not respond.

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    Holy god, that was a lot of bright lights at once.

    Floyd passes by the massive man, no doubt a bodyguard, as he entered. If he's not pulling guns, then Mr. Samoa here likely has other means of hurting folks at his disposal. Probably wise to be on one's best behavior, Floyd thinks.

    As he enters, he could swear he's seen some of these cartoons before, mostly stuff Zoe watched. Or maybe watches still? 'Damn, when was the last time I was at Zoe's birthday party? Her eleventh?' He thinks to himself.

    When he sees Schott, Floyd just raises an eyebrow and rests the briefcase on the table. "Money's in there. I ain't gonna take you long." He says, opening the case. Inside, there's plenty of money, thousands even. "I want to talk firepower." That's that, in and out. He really doesn't wanna be here longer than he has to, otherwise he might get a toothache.

Winslow Schott has posed:
As the money is placed on the table Schott looks at it with a rather wide, childish grin. However, he suddenly pulls out a whistle and blows into it. One of the other doors opens and three figures walk out. Two of them are clad in similar red coats, though instead of sunglasses, one of them has bifocals The third however isn't even human. It is another one of those Unicorn Dolls, except it was taller than all the other ones combined, going up to the Samoan's chest. Schott grins at the unicorn and says,

"Princess Nova, please do me the honor of analyzing my "friend's money, don't want any tricks now."

The Unicorn suddenly moves on it's own, each step dainty, yet graceful as it made it's way to the briefcase. Once it got close, it seemed to smile as it bent it's head down and a beam of light came from it's horn and scanned the money. After a moment, the light turned off and the Unicorn said in a British accent,

"It isn't a illusion Master Toymaker. My friend's, can one of you come and take this briefcase for me?"

One of the two that accompanied the Unicorn headed up and took the money, giving Deadshot a brief nod as he did and started to make his way back with the other man and the now living doll, who nods her head slightly at Deadshot before leaving.

Schott was grinning the whole time this was happening, as if transfixed by the wonder he created. He then cleared his throat politely and said while pouring a cup of tea,

"Do pardon The Princess. I had to make sure the money you were giving me was not fake. I do hate being betrayed. I understand you want firepower right? What type of weaponry are you thinking young man? That is a very broad term after all" He then slides you the cup of tea as he waits for a response.

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "I know better than to screw over a client." Floyd says, blinking at the robotic toys. Looks like Mr. Schott wasn't getting soft with his designs.

    "I need a rifle, something concealable. Make it fit in a briefcase like that one." He motions to the case as it's carried off. "I got some idea of how it works, I need it in 6.5 caliber." He produces a sheet containing his specifications, it's asking for a high-quality sniper rifle, something he can put together quickly.

Winslow Schott has posed:
Toyman's grin seemed to widened as he took the paper and read the description. He then nodded at the man and said,

"We do have a deal my friend. I will let you know when the project is done. It might take a few weeks, I have much to prepare for."

Suddenly, one of the many TV's playing cartoons suddenly started to play chimes, which got Schott's attention. His grin got even wider as Unicorns started to fill the screen, even the one you saw earlier. The title screen eventually read," My Precious Unicorn." Schott then turned to you again and said rather dreamily,

" I worked on that toyline at one point, helped made it what it is today. They are "reviving" it for the Third Generation I heard, I am quite looking forward to it."

Schott then shakes his head and says," Oh dear, there I go off rambling again. You may leave now if you wish. I will contact you once I am done."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "Good. I got time before the contract's expired." Floyd nods. "Besides, I gotta spend time handlin' recon for the mark." The hitman raises a brow, seeing unicorns. "Uh huh. Guess that explains a few things. You made all these, didn't you?" He asks, motioning to the robot unicorns in the room.

Winslow Schott has posed:
Schott nods as his eyes drifted, no doubt reminiscing back to his past, and perhaps to happier times as he smiles and says,

" Ahh yes, i did. I designed the second edition to be smarter, and much more advanced than the first. I modeled them after the robotic pets of the early 2000s. They were able to remember faces, names, and even do tricks. If you had a child during the first half of the 2000s you'd understand how popular they were."

Floyd Lawton has posed:
    "Yeah." Floyd nods. "I'd know." He thinks to Zoey and Suchi, the toys they had. "Neat toys. Call me when it's time." He says, before taking his leave, hands tucked in pockets.