8840/A Storm on the Horizon

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A Storm on the Horizon
Date of Scene: 27 November 2021
Location: Noonan's Sleazy Bar
Synopsis: Leslie plans her big social media tour/NOT A CRIME SPREE. Madigan gives her some good ideas! ...For totally not crime! And also probably finishes the nachos off.
Cast of Characters: Leslie Willis, Madigan Belle




Leslie Willis has posed:
    Leslie's been hard at work for the better part of the morning and afternoon. Or, well, she's been hard at work for Leslie's version of work. This started with five seperate Twitter feuds, review bombing a pizza place on Yelp '0 Stars, Domino doesn't even WORK there, and they claim they're not even a front for arms trading!' and a few token Patreon updates about upcoming meet and greets, and various polls about where she should in fact meet and greet her followers.

    All this has led to Leslie commandeering a table with a map of the US laid out on it, corners held down by coasters, with a big red circle drawn around Metropolis, leading to a line to NYC, then to Gotham.... and then questino marks over various other cities and towns. And landmarks. Sure, Leslie's not sure what she could do at Mount Rushmore, but hey, it'd totally get views.

    She continues jotting little scribbled, barely legible notes in sharpie on the map, a platter of nachos having to be shifted, moved around as various thoughts occur to her, only to have their note spot taken by nachos. "What's this mean? I mean... a red square? What the hell'd I want to do th... oh, that's a piece of tomato. Probably not important..." She frowns deeply, "Maybe I can do some kinda like... cross-promotion thing with an energy drink. I mean, I'm _pure_ energy! And they call themselves Jolt and Surge and crap, they're just riding my coattails!" She fumes furiously, or, you know, at least fumes mildly peeved-ly. Livewire's clearly in the midst of planning her triumphant escalation to national news worthy villainy.

Madigan Belle has posed:
Entering this fine establishment, cough, ahem. Entering this terrible abode, that's better, is Madigan Belle. Yes, that's right, THE Madigan Belle. A person no one in here probably knows, and she's dressed up as well. Isn't that what you do when you are going to a sleazy criminal ridden bar? Put on the dress she fondly calls, trash bag, do up your hair, pull it back, highlight the reds. Ooooh, evil, dark, red. Yep, and the black... some darker highlights around her eyes and bold lipstick. Yes, yes yes. Perfect. Though the leg braces, and the crutch that help her sway her way into the establishment aren't doing anything for her I'm-Not-Prey look.

And that's exactly what happens when she enters, a few people stop. Look her direction, and there's some soft chuckling coming from a back corner. And Madigan quirks her mouth to the side, before she continues wandering in, smiling, and looking at the first table, "No, idiots. They smell like they do construction as a side hustle. Who does construction as a side hustle?" Yes, she's talking to herself, aloud, in normal conversation.

Finger gunning the back tables where the person was chuckling at her, she winks a bit, "Maybe I'll go tell some jokes there later, work the room work the room. That's right, work the room. Wait, does that sound like I'm a prostitute?" A quick pause, "Naaaaaah." And she keeps shuffling her way in. The one saving grace she has? No criminal wants to be the one who was known as the first one to pick on a disabled girl. I mean, there ARE limits to villainy and there's no Doctors in the room, cause any one of them would probably pick on her, and very few of them actually have a PH.D.

There's some words, though, that catch her attention in the other direction. Is that? No, couldn't be, yes it is. Wandering over to the nachos fighting shocking woman of electricity? Squealing, once she's right next to the table, "Ohhhhhhh my goodness. You are, aren't you? Yes you are, oh wow, what's this..." She starts looking at the map, and moving her hands over some pieces, "Wow, there's so many things you could do at Mount Rushmore, and here, and that place over there is just... you are going in all the wrong directions to optimize your avoidance pattern." She offers, reaching down to grab a nacho without asking.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie's lost in thought, which really means she's talking out loud to herself almost as much as Madigan is, because she's totally lost in thought and scribbling more and more feverishly, fingertips drumming on the map, "Okay... can't go _too_ big in Metropolis, they've got way too many big name heroic sorts that get all touchy about uncontrolled electrical discharge... and 'public safety' and stuff... but like, who has time to get waivers and lawyers and stuff? So we'll do the big thing in NYC, I mean, it's always getting attacked by aliens or demons or demon aliens, so one big party's not going to do anything... Gotham might just have to be like... a mall meet and greet or something? That place looks like it's always raining...."

She huffs and sighs and stomps one foot, she's not exactly in disguise... oh, sure she had a hat on earlier, because that's practically undercover 101, but she took it off because she's inside and it was bugging her, so she really is just a full on super villain working on some sort of insane plan in plain view. What? It's not like it's a murderous plan, so who cares? These guys probably have to deal with the Joker planning to flood parades with nerve gas normally, and they seem fine with that.

If anything she's just shocked she hasn't had to zap anyone for approaching her.

And then suddenly she's not alone and she bristles a little. A nacho thief! The gal! The _audacity_! But then her eyebrows are lifting and she just sort of stares, mouth falling open, "I'm... ah... planning a tour? It's like... uhh... a social media party cross promotional thing? There might be bitcoins. I'm still working on bitcoins."

This would alarm anyone who's had to listen to Leslie's plans on bitcoins, but seeing as there are no large electrical generators or piles of coinage around, she's probably not 'Totall going to mint these bitcoins' today, and so things are relatively safe. "Oh, I don't wanna avoid anything! The whole point is publicity! Like, if the Teen Titans show up that's totally good for the algorithm! I dunno who Al is, but he totally gets to decide what gets seen online."

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Bitcoins?! Oh my goodness, I deal in bitcoins all the time." Munch munch, she chomps a chip, is that two? Three? How'd that happen. Madi is leaning a bit over and looking at the map, "That's so amazing, but you really need a secure crypto wallet, or deal in cash, I mean, cash was the bitcoin of the 80s, 70s... well, all the time before now. Gold too. Did you know that most gold transactions since government backed credit currency came about was really just to avoid paying taxes and tracking? I mean, JUST like bitcoin."

And that's when Madi quirks her mouth, "Al?" She furrows her brow, and is that, her, taking a seat? It isn't easy, she's got to hold onto the table, and settle herself in, she's just squinting at the map and then over to Leslie, and then back to the map, and she offers, "Hey, let me order you something, I've totally eaten so many of your nachos. Do you mind? Do you like dessert? What kind of desserts, and..." She looks around and grimaces a little bit, "The waitstaff here is terribly slow. Did you know that? I mean, everything IS terribly slow." A pause and shrug of her bare shoulders, "Am I the only one dressed up? I mean, I see uniforms, and gang colors and whatever, but I mean, no wonder people don't respect these goons. Am I right?"

Her mouth just keeps on moving and sound keeps coming out, "I'm Madigan, by the way, nice to meet you. I mean, you are TOTES famous, I mean, in some circles. I'm not, I'm just your garden variety red head, which means I'm clearly up to no good." She chuckles a bit at her own joke, and then looks back around, "Why is that guy gawking, those other two are betting that you are about to kill me... oh, wow." She looks back to Leslie, "Are you? Cause if so, I'd really want to setup my phone first. You know, for posterity, I bet I could get in one V for Victory hand signal before I'm kaput. Wanna bet?"

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie snorts softly and rolls her eyes, not that she seems to mind her nachos being devoured... then again, it's not like she paid for them! Norotiety has its perks. Nachos. Nachos are the perks. "Oh! I was totally going to zap some quarters into bitcoins? But my friend said they don't work that way. It must've been because I didn't have that wallet thing."

She stands up straight, admires her map, and sighs out, "Well, I think this is probably a good basis. I mean, you can't plan _too_ detailed or people find out and then your plan's ruined and that's so much effort down the drain!" She eyes Madigan slowly and quirks an eyebrow, "Maybe they're just staring because you're a redhead. Everyone likes redheads! ...Well, okay, everyone who matters." She snorts and shakes her head, "And hey, of _course_ they're not dressed up! They're like.... goons? Henchmen? Whatever, you know, I'm assuming they have to get their coordinated costumes from whoever hires 'em. That's why I don't do goons. Who has time to buy that many costumes?"

She quirks her eyebrows and does a bit of a doubletake, "Wait, do you want like, a selfie or whatever? It's not like I've gotta kill you to let you have one. My follower count would be so low if I did that!"

Madigan Belle has posed:
Quirking her mouth from left to right, enough so that her nose actually wiggles, Madigan is also scrunching up her face. "No, no, bitcoins don't work that way at all." She shakes her head slowly, and then she grins big, "Really? I mean, I like me being a redhead. It's amazing. I can be angry and people are like, 'Whoa must be all that red' and the I can be super cute and people are like, 'Wow that's hot cause she's a red head'. Or, that's how I envision it all happening... anyhow."

With a pause though, on the costume question she hrms, "I never thought about that, saving time without worrying about what your goons are dressed like. I mean, I don't worry about that, I just make my uncle figure it all out, though... I think there's something a bit different with the folks I hang around and this bunch. No one's that color coordinated, I mean, there's a lot of blacks and earth tones, and those kinds of hats that old movies show taxi cab drivers wear, but no real... theme. Gotham is full of crazy wackadoo themes, I like it though. I mean, you know you are being kidnapped by the Riddler's goons, how? They've all got question marks on them and all that. You know who's been caught by a Bat family member, how? Cause they're either tied up and hanging from something or they have one of those bat shuriken-thingies in them. It's really convenient for the revenge profiteer." With that she's nodding her head a few times, and then there's the question about the Selfie, and Madigan is dropping her jaw and widening her eyes, "Really!?! Really really? I can get a selfie." And then she's got her phone in hand, and she's setting it up and she's leaning in real close to Leslie, looking at the camera, "Okay. Um, 1 2, gigawatt!" She lets out loudly there at the end to snap a picture, "No, that one looks like you weren't ready. Okay, let's do it again. Maybe I could be leaning back." She does so, "And you could be like Thriller villainy as if you are about to attack me?" Snap, "No, missed that again... how about just a big smile, Nachos!" All in quick succession.

"What's your favorite color? Are you sure you don't want to plan some more, I could totally help, I'm very organized." She's already grabbing a few things on the map, and moving stuff around, like the salt and pepper containers, and the ash tray, to key points, "Were you going to rob the nose off of one of the Rushmore buffoons? I'd totally do that, but I'm not good at climbing. I'd rather dangle a bomb from one of their noses with a headline of, 'Pick this' and then 'Danglers are dangerous'." She grins big and chuckles at her jokes, "Then Booger Bomber can't be shaken off. There's so many options!" A pause, as she looks around again, "Seriously? No waiter? The only thing criminal about this place... the hospitality. Am I right? High-five." She puts up her hand.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie snorts and nods her head, dutifully offering up that requested high-five, "Yeah, I mean I haven't tangled with anyone in the Batfamily yet... I mean, they all seem so dour and serious, right? Totally boring. At least that Spider guy in New York chats and stuff."

She's dragged into selfie-ing, and seems pretty cool about it, even doing her best 'grrr, I'm totally threatening' sneer when she's trying to look like she's about to zap her new friend without, you know, actually trying to zap her. Because she seems nice. And also, you know, decidedly of the 'Regular ol' human' level of durability, and those types don't handle electrocution so well!

She taps her chin thoughtfully and hums, "I mean, I could scrap Rushmore for like, the Hoover Dam? I just thought that'd be kinda... predictable? Although I guess forcing people to go all the way to... wherever Mount Rushmore is to meet me is like, kinda crappy?" She purses her lips into a thin line, "Oh jeeze, the Hoover dam is totally near Vegas... yeah, that's a _way_ better idea! They've got those crazy theme casinos where everyone's in costume or whatever, I can totally run into one to hide out! Yeah!!"

Leslie sighs and rolls her eyes, "And I know, tell me about it. You do a _little_ bit of crime and your options become like... already be rich enough to go to that Hellfire joint that's like... all kinds of crazy exclusive, or you're stuck in dive bars where the floor's always sticky and like, people think you're walking down the street as a _job_, just because you have thigh high boots and a clinging one piece. Like, c'mon, who even does that sort of job on the street anymore? It's not colonial times! We have the internet!"

Madigan Belle has posed:
"Oh, you haven't? They're... well, I haven't met them either, not personally, but I hear bad things about them" With a serious look, an all too serious look, Madi is nodding, her eyes are wide, her mouth is pursed, and she looks like some kid who just realized that Santa Claus isn't real and is telling all her friends cause it's SO SERIOUS!

Then there's the idea about the Hoover Dam, "Wait, a dam? Don't blow it up, that's so cliche, maybe you could freeze... no, that'd still, from the expansion, kind of just tear it all down. Could you steal it?" Thinking this one through, looking around, up toward the ceiling, about, cause that's where good ideas are, and then back down, and around, all over the place. Then she grins big, "What?"

A pause, and she ohs! "The Dam, right, yes." Having distracted herself with looking around, she's now back on track. "Can I just say, you are a mighty excellent high-fiver, by the way. You meet a lot of good hand shakers, and they're all shaky shaky, gripping my hand, and wiggling my arm. Hello... leg braces... crutch, gotta shake my hand like I'm a princess or some such thing, disney princesses not included. They are all bad asses." And she's just going, meanwhile, the nachos are depleting as she's yoinking more and more of them in her wait for someone to come by and take an order.

At the mention of the Hellfire club, Madi is nodding her head, "Though, technically, I like places like this better. There's always more ruffians about. And ruffians need love too, I picture The Hellfire club like, all prim and proper with super models not dressed in much, and walking around like they own the world. They may, but that doesn't give them the right to all shake and walk like a super model walks just in regular day to day life. That's unfair! I can't even wear heels, I mean, I can, I just can't walk at -all- then, and that's lame." Though she does add, "There -are- some people on the streets still. But it's more like, drug culture turf stuff. You know, cause you can pick up your waffle fizzlesticks hit an' a prostitute all at the same time. It's convenience. 7 eleven got nothin' on The Corner, yo." She does a quick hand signal wave like she's some kind of original gangsta.

Leslie Willis has posed:
Leslie's phone chirps with a truly grating, awful tone. The sort of tone that was clearly set by someone who knows they'll otherwise ignore the chirp of their phone.

This person was clearly Leslie as she flails, nearly leaping across the table in a feverish reach to grab up the phone and stare at the screen wide-eyed, "Oh! Crap! I totally have to meet my parole officer! I'm like... not late, but uhh... enjoy the nachos! Can you hang onto this map for me? He's totally going to have questions if I show up with it!!"

And then Leslie's pocketing that phone somehow, there must be some kind of super science or magic to how she manages to slip that phone into her costume without it showing an outline, and then she's bolting, running at speed towards the wall.

It really does look like she's going to run face first into it when instead there's a sudden electric hum, a bright glow, and Leslie's gone, just a torrent of uncontrolled electricity flowing into a power outlet.

Take _that_, public transportation!