Owner	Pose
Ted Kord	Ted Kord is putting the finishing touches on a Sunday dinner. He's an engineer, not a cook dammit! But engineers are very good at following instructions. This is a no brainer anyway, a rack of prime rib, roasted potatoes, string beans and six drones programmed to prepare it all. Bwahaha. Well he is supervising. With everything ready and awaiting in sealed containers Bobo the #2 drone brings the entree to Ted. "Looking good. Give it another twenty minutes and call me. Good job." Yes Ted thanks his Smart phone VI for help too. Machines have feelings. Elliot told him the Bug loves him. The Bug was also told after the fact to STFU about some antics when he was out and about. He walks back into the living room, having spritzed himself with a little water to appear busy and heated. "Booster, Sunday supper in 20 minutes, and we have Siobhan Smith coming any minute to sing for us! Booster, get out of the shower and get dressed. We don't have all day. Let Skeets tie your shoes for you! Booster! If you parade out here in a towel like the last time... no steak for you!"
Booster Gold	Stepping out of his side-room apartment, Booster Gold is dressed in his visor, collar, and a blue-and-gold smoking jacket. His feet are in fuzzy slippers that look like Beetle's vehicle the Bug. "Pish posh, old chap!" he exclaims cheerfully, leaning up against the door. "I'll be on top of my charming game." Pausing for a moment, Booster grins. "Pretty sweet, right? Skeets has been running me through an etiquette module." He turns around, showing off the embroidered portrait of himself on the back of the jacket. "Never let anyone say Booster Gold can't fit in at a high society event!"
Siobhan Smythe	Whistling quietly, Siobhan idly rides the elevator up to the floor she was told to come to. Her eyes looking over the elevator before she walks out toward the Penthouse and she shakes her head, "Pretty expensive." She states softly to herself and shakes her head, "Wonder what this is all about..." She considers and nods her head even as she walks toward the door to the Penthouse and proceeds to knock ring the bell before she looks back the way she came and idly rolls her shoulders. Over a shoulder she wears a guitar case and she idly touches the strap as she waits. Her hand fishes out a card she looks at it again before she puts the thing away and hmms softly to herself.
Ted Kord	A particularly large and graceful drone opens the door, floats to the side and points at Ted. Ted pulls a chef's hat off and walks over to Siobhan Smith extending his hand to her. "Ms. Smith, nice of you to come on a Sunday. Please come in. I'm Ted Kord and this is my Vee Pee of Public Relations, Booster Gold. Oh, that's his robot pal Skeets and this is.. my current project, Bobo." He indicates the 'bots as he names them.
Booster Gold	"Well, well, well!" Booster says cheerfully, stepping forward with an outstretched hand. "Ms. Smith, how nice to meet you. Please forgive my colleague for not being properly dressed for the occasion." He adjusts his smoking jacket and claps his hands. "Skeets!" he calls. A gold drone with a tiny top hat and bow tie floats its way out of the side-room apartment. <<Good evening, all,>> Skeets says in a flat, synthesized voice. "I'd like to see /your/ drones look that dashing," Booster grins at Ted. Skeets hovers. <<That might be the nicest thing you've ever said about me, sir,>> the robot mutters. "Ha!" Booster laughs. "You wish."
Siobhan Smythe	A blink as she looks at the drone and takes a brief step back before she looks to Ted and nods her head. She takes his hand and states, "Smythe." She nods her head, "And Siobhan is fine." She says it like Shih-Von despite the spelling. She then looks over at Booster and his drone before she nods her head and shakes his hand, "Yes, very dashin'." Her Irish accent rather ramppant in her words even as she takes the invitation and then she looks from one to the other, "Just the two of you den?" She asks even as she looks around and then asks, "Oh and where do ye wish me to set up?"
Ted Kord	Ted Kord nods and says, "Just us, and please call me Ted. I set up the sound system for you over there on the desk. I'll give you a wifi password too. Or we could just sit close, whatever you prefer. Bobo, go check on #2 and the kitchen staff and bring back some refreshments. What can he get you, Shih-VONN?" Bobo rotates to look at Siobhan. He also blocks her view of Skeets. "Stop badmouthing my boys. They get better all the time. Besides, last time you insulted them you got machine oil in your food," Ted complains.
Booster Gold	With a sigh, Booster leans over toward Skeets. "Don't worry, pal. We both know the rest of these extras from Batteries Not Included have nothing on you." He composes himself and turns to Ted and Siobhan. "So. Ms. Smythe. Tell me--how frequently do you tour corporate penthouses?" He quickly adds, "I'm genuinely interested. It seems like a major step up, class-wise, from the kinds of gigs that I'm normally booking." <<Trying to book, that is,>> Skeets chimes in. Booster shoots him the evil eye. "Don't listen to Skeets. You can't trust someone who looks that good." He glances down at his own attire. "Well, someone who's not /me/, at least."
Siobhan Smythe	A look at Bobo and then at Ted and she nods her head, "Sure." She states, "And if you got your own sound equpiment, that's fine." She nods, "I did bring a small amp in case." She walks over and sets her case down where indicated and starts pulling out her guitar. It's a Fender of some kind but it is older and has a few dings. She smiles as she carefully adjusts it, leaning down carefully to listen just barely as she hits a few quiet notes without even plugging it in. She nods to herself before she starts plugging in and pulls out her phone next. She looks back to Ted and Booster. Booster in particular gets a nod, "Not often." She states simply and nods her head, "Typically I'm workin' cafes and occasionally a club." She nods her head even as she finishes connecting to the wifi and putting her phone into the mode she needs to play the accompanying music to her guitar and voice. "Are ye often lookin' for gigs?" She asks of Booster, "Do ya sing as well?"
Ted Kord	Ted Kord deadpans, "Every day, while he performs hair care. I soundproofed his bathroom. It didn't help. Anyway, I have employees up here to hang out and use the pool for a reward. It'd be nice to have some music. The last party tanked. We watched that movie with the giant ants? Well I liked it. Somebody was playing movie critic during the whole movie though." Sideways glance at Booster or Skeets. Ted sits down and settles in to listen.
Booster Gold	"Do I sing?" Booster laughs. "Do I sing? Do I /sing/?" He looks at Ted and then sighs. "No, I don't. (How did you hear me?!) But ... it is true that I should learn," he adds. "Then I'd be a septuple threat! Plus, do you know how on-brand it would be to earn a /gold/ record?" "Who are you repped by?" Booster asks. "And can we get that person on the Kord Co. payroll? You know, for legitimate purposes."
Siobhan Smythe	A look over at Ted and she blinks and then she blinks again as she realizes Booster and Ted indeed do live together. She looks between the two as they speak and she lets out an ah before nodding, "Sure." She nods her head and smiles before she pulls up her guitar and nods her head, "Well, dat's good." She nods her head, "I have a song picked out for dis but I won't start till you two are ready." She nods her head as she looks at the pair. "Oh, and I don't have anyone but me."
Ted Kord	Ted Kord looks back at Siobhan. Ted looks over at Booster. Ted looks back at Siobhan. Oh brother. He starts to correct her but she's starting and he's struggling to hold the bwahaha in and be polite.
Booster Gold	"Ah, yes," Booster says. "Apologies. We can chat 'the biz' later." He looks at Ted. "That's how we in the business refer to the business itself. Saves time. Sounds cool. Total--" <<Sir,>> Skeets interjects. <<Perhaps you should recall your etiquette training.>> "Quite right!" Booster exclaims, clapping his hands and sitting calmly. "Forgive me." He shuts up to take in the entertainment.
Siobhan Smythe	She smiles at the pair and idly sits in a chair and starts playing. The notes are simple at first with a background of snapping coming in and she starts to make the 'Oh oh oh' for herself as she plays and then begins into the song. Even as she sings, her Irish accent flows in but it's not glaring. It isn't overwriting but instead it accents her the song in her own unique way. She's been doing this a while. "All I can say is dat my life is pretty plain I like watchin' da puddles gather rain And all I can do is just pour some tea for two And speak my point of view but it's not sane It's not sane I just want someone to say to me, oh I'll always be dere when you wake, yeah You know I'd like to keep my cheeks dry today So stay with me and I'll have it made." And she continues to play her guitar with the music as it quiets for a moment before picking up into the next lines.
Ted Kord	Ted Kord leans over to whisper something to Booster. No reaction. He leans over to say something softly.v Blank stare. He leans in again and says a little louder, "Don't men kiss men in the 24th Century?!"
Booster Gold	Smiling softly, Booster places a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Ted," he whispers gently but loudly, "of course they do. Everyone knows that there's a proportional tongue-to-politeness relationship. But if you interrupt this song again, I'll have no choice but to challenge you to a duel. And the only kissing involved there will be the caress of a plasma disintegrator." <<Politely described, sir,>> Skeets offers sarcastically. "Don't blame me, blame the etiquette guide," Booster responds, folding his arms across his chest.
Siobhan Smythe	Well, Siobhan is a professional so despite the oddness, all they get is an amused look out of her but she keeps playing and singing as if nothing at all had changed. She looks down at her work and strums away at the guitar with the music coming through the speaker. "And I don't understand why I sleep all day And I start to complain dat dere's no rain And all I can do is read a book to stay awake And it rips my life away but it's a great escape Escape, escape, escape." She smiles as she plays, shaking her head a little as she plays along the strings expertly and looks up briefly as she lets the words flow from her with ease and then she ends up in a guitar solo in the middle, playing happily along the music only to continue singing. "All I can say is dat my life is pretty plain You don't like my point of view, you tink dat I'm insane It's not sane, it's not sane."
Ted Kord	Ted Kord rolls his eyes with a well practiced motion, shrugs and crosses his legs to settle back in. After a moment, he uncrosses them. There is much rubbing of his forehead. What the **** is a tongue to politeness ratio? And where did he get this etiquette guide. As the song ends he stands to clap. "That was great Siobhan. I can definitely use you for my events. Uhm come in on Monday and we'll start the paperwork. Oh and may I offer you lunch? It's just steak and potatoes."