HQ: The 'Ready Lounge'
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The speaker by the door gently clicks on, and after a few moments silence a male voice announces "Erm, The Amazing Mr Jones, otherwise known as Dave." The door then gently slides open to reveal a tall man in his mid thirties. He is smartly dressed in a dark suit, with a lapel badge showing the Resolutes logo and a green and yellow striped tie. His voluminous cloak and opera hat however look somewhat out of place.
The man glances around the ready room taking in the surroundings and giving the two occupants a brief once over. A young Asian girl with purple hair and a man dressed in motley, strange companions but perhaps that was only to be expected.
Stepping across the room he extends his hand first to Quasar and then The Juggler "Nice to meet you both. I'm Mr Jones, the people upstairs sent me down here to introduce myself while they check out my references and so forth."
[sblock=ooc]Hi all, I thought I would start posting now I am back from holiday.[/sblock]
The man glances around the ready room taking in the surroundings and giving the two occupants a brief once over. A young Asian girl with purple hair and a man dressed in motley, strange companions but perhaps that was only to be expected.
Stepping across the room he extends his hand first to Quasar and then The Juggler "Nice to meet you both. I'm Mr Jones, the people upstairs sent me down here to introduce myself while they check out my references and so forth."
[sblock=ooc]Hi all, I thought I would start posting now I am back from holiday.[/sblock]
VioletSamurai
First Post
As Gauntlet leaves, the TV screens and video game consoles flicker to life once more, and the cursor and mouse once again fly across the screen of Quasar's laptop. "****. I'm glad he's finally gone. I had to go a whole two ****ing minutes with my brain only doing one ****ing thing at a time. I couldn't even listen to the radio. It was driving me ****ing crazy." Her earrings and facial piercings float back up and pinch against her flesh, though in different spots from before. "No radio, no video games, no piercings. It was like two minutes in a ****ing cubicle farm."
Then she frowns, drops his hand, and crosses her arms. "Waitaminute. Oh **** me. OK, time to come clean. Are you really just that ****ing good an illusionist that the UN decided they should be paying you to pull coins from behind bad guys ears? Or is it that your whole act is a crock and you're really a mutant." Quasar raises an eyebrow expectantly at Mr. Jones.
"I mean, I understand that the Clown behind the bar is here more because he snitched on his buddies to get his own pretty-boy butt out of prison than because doing backflips and tossing custom grenades is really in high demand against guys who can fly through brick walls like they were styrofoam. (He does mix a good drink, though...) But I'm suddenly thinking that the UN wouldn't want you unless you really could read minds and exit-stage-right-enter-stage-left-without-a-body-double. And if that's the case, I'm feeling pretty ripped-off right now."
With that, Quasar turns around, jumps back up onto the bar, and tosses back the last of her White Russian. She slides the glass down the bar towards Juggler, grins, and winks.
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Quasar slid something under the glass before she sent it gliding across the bar. It's a business card, made of solid wafer-thin stainless steel. Close examination reveals that it is etched and embossed with her email address and cell-phone number.
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"Congradulations, Juggler. You've cleared the 3-drink minimum and your train has arrived in Friendville. You can call me 'Masako,' and please remember to keep all extremities inside the car until the train has come to a complete stop."
Quasar's mouth falls open and her eyes go wide. "Holy ****ing ****, The Amazing Mr. Jones!" She grabs his hand and shakes it vigorously. "I loved your HBO special! (You'd be surprised how hard it is to find halfway decent programming at 3am) You were amazing! I love that one trick where you put the bird in the cage, and then you make the cage disappear! Wow..."rgordona said:
Then she frowns, drops his hand, and crosses her arms. "Waitaminute. Oh **** me. OK, time to come clean. Are you really just that ****ing good an illusionist that the UN decided they should be paying you to pull coins from behind bad guys ears? Or is it that your whole act is a crock and you're really a mutant." Quasar raises an eyebrow expectantly at Mr. Jones.
"I mean, I understand that the Clown behind the bar is here more because he snitched on his buddies to get his own pretty-boy butt out of prison than because doing backflips and tossing custom grenades is really in high demand against guys who can fly through brick walls like they were styrofoam. (He does mix a good drink, though...) But I'm suddenly thinking that the UN wouldn't want you unless you really could read minds and exit-stage-right-enter-stage-left-without-a-body-double. And if that's the case, I'm feeling pretty ripped-off right now."
With that, Quasar turns around, jumps back up onto the bar, and tosses back the last of her White Russian. She slides the glass down the bar towards Juggler, grins, and winks.
[sblock=DC 10 Notice check]
Quasar slid something under the glass before she sent it gliding across the bar. It's a business card, made of solid wafer-thin stainless steel. Close examination reveals that it is etched and embossed with her email address and cell-phone number.
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"Congradulations, Juggler. You've cleared the 3-drink minimum and your train has arrived in Friendville. You can call me 'Masako,' and please remember to keep all extremities inside the car until the train has come to a complete stop."
Dave's smile widens at the young girls praise. "Why thank you Madam. I am glad you enjoyed the show. It maybe my own arrogance but I like to think the live show is even more impressive, you must come and see it some time. Perhaps I could put your name on the list for VIP treatment."Quasar said:
At Quaser's suggestion that it is not real magic Dave's eyes sparkle "The HBO special you say, let me think, no I remember that was all done with subtle camera work."Quasar said:
"Another M'lady" Asks Mr Jones removing his hat. He snaps the hat with a practiced gesture so that it folds into a flat disk and then waves the disk around so that everyone has seen both sides. He quickly reforms the top hat reaches inside and pulls out a cocktail glass filled to the brim. "A white russian was it?"
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Should I be picking a colour and marking all my direct speech in that?[/sblock]
Simon smiles as he picks up the glass, his hands moving deftly. He smiles as he listens to Masako's description of his 'powers'. "Oh, I can do a lot more than that, my dear." He leaps over the bar, and pulls out a deck of cards. "You see what most people don't understand is that the grenades are but a small portion of my abilities." He begins to sort the deck out, while staring at the dartboard opposite the bar. "You see--my reflexes and coordination are incredibly good--almost inhumanly so..." He throws a card at the board--and it proceeds to lodge its edge very firmly in the bull's eye. "And my aim is in uncannily good. Which when added together means..." He tosses another card--which neatly bisects the first card, slicing it in half--and then smiles at Quasar. "I'm functionally impossible to disarm."
"Most impressive" Smiles the man in the cloak, "A skill like that could certainly woo a crowd, though perhaps bank robbing has better remuneration." David produces his own pack of cards from a pocket and casually flicks a couple of cards towards the dart board, they fall woefully short. "So which two cards did you throw? The Jokers?"
The Juggler smiles. "I found theft and robbery to be more rewarding financially and spiritually then working for the applause of the hoi polloi."
He leans back against the bar. "Or at least back in the old days, I did. But now I'm reformed!" He raises his left hand and places his right on his heart. "Scout's honor!"
He then yawns. "As for the cards--Ace of Spades, and Ace of Hearts."
He leans back against the bar. "Or at least back in the old days, I did. But now I'm reformed!" He raises his left hand and places his right on his heart. "Scout's honor!"
He then yawns. "As for the cards--Ace of Spades, and Ace of Hearts."
"Financially I understand, but I can think of nothing better for the soul than a rapturous round of applause," replies the showman. "Lifting others' spirits lifts your own."
"Surprising you chose two aces I wonder what that says about you." Nods Mr Jones glancing towards his own two cards, "Anyway I wonder which cards I chose, if the young lady would care to pick them up"
As the two cards on the floor are revealed they prove to be the two aces. The Ace of spades, having been sliced neatly in half, falls into two peices as it is lifted.
"That's enough showing off I think." Smiles David "Lets just have a drink and relax."
[sblock=ooc]Not "the hoi polloi" hoi means the and "the the people" is silly. Sorry pet hate, and i can't spell or punctuate for ****[/sblock]
"Surprising you chose two aces I wonder what that says about you." Nods Mr Jones glancing towards his own two cards, "Anyway I wonder which cards I chose, if the young lady would care to pick them up"
As the two cards on the floor are revealed they prove to be the two aces. The Ace of spades, having been sliced neatly in half, falls into two peices as it is lifted.
"That's enough showing off I think." Smiles David "Lets just have a drink and relax."
[sblock=ooc]Not "the hoi polloi" hoi means the and "the the people" is silly. Sorry pet hate, and i can't spell or punctuate for ****[/sblock]
Victor_Von
First Post
(OOC: Is it okay for an unapproved character to hang out in here while he waits for "security clearance?" It seems like a good way to develop characters' personalities.)
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