[MM2e] Salton City Needs Heroes! Episode 1: Premiere

Michaels expression changes rapidly as the old timer rambles. The first blush of anger at being labeled freak is quickly replaced by embarresment when he realizes what the man was implying with his comments.* Then he gives way to bewilderment as the conversation drifts off to aliens. The barmaid's comment pulls his attention away from the geezer where it become quickly fixated on the bird's eye view of the buxom woman. Realizing that he's staring, he flushes again, stammering.

"Uh, right. Right. I'll just wait over here then. With. . . Boris was it? I'm Michael. I assume you're here for the, um. . . thing, too?"

He stands at the bar, near Sven and extends a hand in greeting.

[sblock=* If you REALLY want to know]Yes, his vocal chords stretched along with everything else and he sings just like Barry White, and we all know women love Barry White. What? That's what he was implying, right?[/sblock]
 

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"Job," Keiko replies shortly. She looks around, but doesn't spy any cameras. No need to smile just yet then. "I'm meeting someone here." Her accent is not strong...she's spent quite a bit of time practicing English. "You don't have any sa...no, of course not. Well, uh...beer?"

Her eyes catch on the big beaded guy. Was that an -axe-? Not a woodsman's hatchet either, but a real AXE, like movie warriors used. Which meant that either there was some kind of convention, or...

"Hey...are those two guys here for Emily by any chance?"
 

Donna smiled as she turned to get a bottle from the cooler. "One beer comming right up." Donna placed a bottle and glass before Keiko then smiled. "Yes, they are. Emily told that man who looks like he's from a heavy metal video to wait a while since she set's up in the back room. From what Benny told me, she's from Hollywood... So I guess this bar might be in a movie or something."
 
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"TV show," Keiko corrects. She bends her head to one side, trying to see past the barmaid to a door behind the counter in the back of the room.

"So...that's the back room there?"

Though her head was facing past Donna, Keiko's eyes were watching the other woman. Waiting for her to turn around and look to verify what she'd been talking about. Just a moment of inattention would be all she needed to replace herself with an illusory double, then head to the backroom unobserved to see what Emily was up to.
 

"Yes, Emily is back over there. Now if you excuse me." Donna laughed walked back towards where the old timers and Sven sat. "Did you hear that? These people are filming a telivision show. We're going to be on television!"

"It's about time.."

"I hope they are with Californian Gold. Huell Howser makes me laugh, he reminds me Andy Griffith."

Donna grinned knowingly, "Trust me, that folksy attitude he has is just an act. He's totally different in the bedroom."

Keiko's illusion seems to nod in agreement.


Meanwhile.
Benny's Road House: Back Room

Towards the rear of the building, behind a set of western styled saloon doors is a 25ft x 40ft room that is decorated in a manor befitting an upscale western saloon. The room's walls have wood paneling and are partially covered in an Victorian styled wall paper, several shuttered windows, and are adorned with candle holders that are evenly spaced throughout the room. Strangely, the contrast between the main room and this private room is somewhat jarring albeit very comforting.

There are several chairs set up along one side of the room which forms a small arch that are opposite from a single chair. When Keiko entered the room, she could see that Emily, who was using a cell phone, two of her crew members and Benny were sitting in the arced chairs while Cory slowly adjusted the key light. The last crew member was filming his companions and moving around the room.

"... I told you, I checked. We know he arrived in Boston and that he picked to the package. Unfortunately, we do not know what happened after that. It is like he just vanished." Emily shook her head. "No, not literally. We just don't know where he went." Emily's face flushed with anger. "Richard, we seriously can not do that. Placing a bounty on him is low even for your standards and I do not think a lawsuit will solve anything." She sighed. "Nothing. What harm can one awol anarch do to our production? He does not even know where we are filming." Emily rolled her eyes. "Richard let us continue this later. It is almost time for the meeting, so I will contact you after I finish here, ok? Bye."

Benny frowned. "Yer boss sounds like a real *******."

Cory frowned, "No man, the dude's cool. We like party all the time."

"Cory shut up. We all know you are here only because you are a suck up who happens to be Richard's 'wing-man'." Emily chuckled. "If you had real talent you would be downtown with 'A Unit' and now here messing with the lights." Cory snarled with displeasure to the delight of the other crew members. "Shawn, how does the image look?"

"Perfect. Just make sure that the giant sits at the far seat. I still don't understand why we are going through all this trouble to light this room since you said that this meeting wasn't going to air."

"I am thinking I we could use this for a DVD extra." She smiled nervously. "Besides, with everything that gone wrong so far, if this show derails, I would like to review the footage and she how and where it went awry."
 

Sven was about to answer to Emily when the door swings open and in walks a man even bigger than himself. He eyes the man carefully trying to connect the details in his mind as he walks to him. Sven stares at the extended hand and finally blurts. "Ys yü gyant?"
 

Michael looks vaguely startled at Sven's random comment, and strong accent. But he recovers after a moment. Glancing down at his still extended hand, he withdraws it awkwardly and wipes it on his pants.

"Ah, no. You're thinking of my father, Rübezahl. You've probably seen him on the news? Either way, I'm not a giant. . . I'm just tall. He sighs slightly."
 

Sven is relieved to realize that there was finally someone who didn't speak english so darned fast. This not-giant must've been a foreigner too. He's still suspicious about the man's claim of not being a giant, but he seemed honest enough. "Ieg accept. Yü syt døwn. Hav bier wyth mi. Emyli ys bak ther." He waves his hand to the general direction of the backroom.
 

Michael nods sagely.

"So, you are here for the same reason I am. I guess that means I'm in the right place."

He looks dubiously at the barstools.

"I think I'll have to stand. . . and I can't drink in this country. But I'll wait with you."
 

Mischievously, Donna states, "Sure you can drink... but not legally, and not in this bar. If you want I can serve you some soda, juice or coffee since we carry that."

[sblock=OOC]The bar's stools aren't attached and they made of iron and should carry his weight with ease. However, due to their height (about 3 1/2 ft. tall) they might not be comfortable.[/sblock]
 

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