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MCU/616 Jean-Paul Beaubier RP Blog [sideblog, follows from Bloodymushrooms]

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Bad news

[text] Your child loves lobster tails.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

[text] Why would you do this to me

[text] Haven't you done enough, now you got to turn another kid into a snob??

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Well it’s not my fault if someone’s been holding out on him all these years.

[text] The kid tasted real aged prosciutto and almost cried.

[text] In case you wanted to figure out how to leverage him in the future. Seems like good food is the way.

[fuascailt]

[text] No one's been doing that he just doesn't know he can buy a ten thousand dollar butter

[text] I'm not going to buy his love and loyalty and forgiveness with food

[text] Unless it actually works.

[text] Thanks for the intel

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] You are so very welcome.

[text] how’s the family by the way?

[fuascailt]

[text] My youngest baby child suddenly turns into a teenager because of the Diamond you introduced me to but other than thaT

[text] Julia might leave me for a restaurant in France but other than thaaaat

[text] Splendid

[text] How's your family?

[jeanthenorthstar]

???

[text] You’re serious.

Well then,

[text] Congratulations, and you’re welcome?

Fancy that, Josh with another mutant on his hands. Another mutant teenager. The next text made the X-Man quirk a brow.

That all sounded, a lot.

[text] Oh, you know. School just let out for the summer and I’m quickly making Kyle sick of me.

He should get out of the house.

[text] Brunch?

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Bad news

[text] Your child loves lobster tails.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

[text] Why would you do this to me

[text] Haven't you done enough, now you got to turn another kid into a snob??

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Well it’s not my fault if someone’s been holding out on him all these years.

[text] The kid tasted real aged prosciutto and almost cried.

[text] In case you wanted to figure out how to leverage him in the future. Seems like good food is the way.

[fuascailt]

[text] No one's been doing that he just doesn't know he can buy a ten thousand dollar butter

[text] I'm not going to buy his love and loyalty and forgiveness with food

[text] Unless it actually works.

[text] Thanks for the intel

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] You are so very welcome.

[text] how’s the family by the way?

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Bad news

[text] Your child loves lobster tails.

@fuascailt

[fuascailt]

[text] Why would you do this to me

[text] Haven't you done enough, now you got to turn another kid into a snob??

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Well it’s not my fault if someone’s been holding out on him all these years.

[text] The kid tasted real aged prosciutto and almost cried.

[text] In case you wanted to figure out how to leverage him in the future. Seems like good food is the way.

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] Bad news

[text] Your child loves lobster tails.

@fuascailt

[artfilmaesthetics]

100 ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪʟᴍꜱ

51/100 — the rocky horror picture show | 1975

dir. jim sharman ✦

[jeanthenorthstar]

An entente, how interesting.

“The permanent guest list. I’m not going to call ahead.” Obviously, they didn’t want people having an idea of when and where they could be found on certain nights. “-And I know your people know how to keep that list private.”

Discretion was what got him the trust he had in this town after all, wasn’t it? They both knew how to work it.

“…That’s it?” A light scrunch of their brow as they tapped a long nail once, twice on their lower lip in thought.

A skeptical look waiting for another part to this deal. He wasn’t going to ask them for a cut ?

[patrxn]

"Yes." he drawled. "Obviously the permanent list." she was getting cocky with him when he was offering this out of the goodness of his heart?? Ay..

Her hesitance confused him.

"What, that not good enough for you, Ki?" pointedly letting that nickname out into the universe. What else did she want, her own set of keys to the club?

"—That, and the promise you're not going to leave any dead bodies in your trail. You don't sell, if they need to be cut off. I won't have that kind of attention on me."

[jeanthenorthstar]

Trail of bodies. “I would never.” She would. “I have never!” She had.

Sitting back with a huff, a sip of the Negroni she’d ordered as the Patron, on the house of course. It was still a very amicable deal.

Ki? They lifted a brow, pursing their lips. But then cracked a smile and a high pitched laugh, to show a decided good nature.

“Okaaaay. Alright, fair deal.” They extended a very graceful hand to seal it.

@patrxn

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Not such an ugly face.” Kinga sniffed in defense of their own beauty, settling back in the comfortable couch with her arm against the side. They gave their hair a light toss, lifted a compact mirror to check their makeup of the face that was now entirely their own.

Then they pocketed it again.

“You did? I don’t think you did. I don’t remember.” They said simply.

But she knew how he did business, and nobody liked having their money interfered with.

“I’m not poaching any clients.” They clarified. “Just saving a few stops meeting with a few of my own.

And I was thirsty.

And I don’t like waiting in line.

Duìbùqǐ.” Forgive me. A performative pout, but mixed within a look of recognition for one they knew to be a big fish. “Patron.”

[patrxn]

So he'd heard. But he doubted that was why she was using it.

The man watched his visage turn into hers again, still as unnerving as always. Not that he wasn't impressed by her abilities. Could come in handy one day, if he ever suggested a deal. But dangerous too. He didn't want to put her in more harms way.

Poaching, they were not. And of course she forgot about it.

Another soft chuckle, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.

"How about this," he leaned in closer. "I am offering.. an entente. I'll put you on the guest list. That way you're welcome to come and go as you please.

—If, you stop using my face." he arched a brow, gaze settled on her.

[jeanthenorthstar]

An entente, how interesting.

“The permanent guest list. I’m not going to call ahead.” Obviously, they didn’t want people having an idea of when and where they could be found on certain nights. “-And I know your people know how to keep that list private.”

Discretion was what got him the trust he had in this town after all, wasn’t it? They both knew how to work it.

“…That’s it?” A light scrunch of their brow as they tapped a long nail once, twice on their lower lip in thought.

A skeptical look waiting for another part to this deal. He wasn’t going to ask them for a cut ?

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Thank you so much for your support Mr.—“

A serene yet sharpened look over their shoulder found the subject of their.. style tribute.

“Who, me?” A hand on their chest, straightening down their shimmering tie. They extended a hand to the chest of their suavely dressed client, “Excuse me, Sugar. You have a good night now.”

And then they shifted sideways on the couch, crossing one leg over the other to face the true Patron of the Brass Monkey.

A hand tousled through their hair so that it now fell into the defined curls and fluttered their eyes into their preferred shimmering makeup.

“What, you don’t like my outfit?”

@patrxn

[patrxn]

Now able to take in their attire, the Patron chuckled at the sequined tie. He shook his head, looking a little offended, mostly just amused.

"Not the outfit that's the problem," his eyes raked her up and down. Kinga was beautiful, no denying that. But seeing himself like a whole other separate person, drifting about the club like a ghost, was strange. Probably something a narcissist would enjoy.

"It's the face wearing it." now that the couch was a little less crowded, he took a seat.

"Thought I told you not to do your business here. What happened?" he asked in a mild sing song voice.

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Not such an ugly face.” Kinga sniffed in defense of their own beauty, settling back in the comfortable couch with her arm against the side. They gave their hair a light toss, lifted a compact mirror to check their makeup of the face that was now entirely their own.

Then they pocketed it again.

“You did? I don’t think you did. I don’t remember.” They said simply.

But she knew how he did business, and nobody liked having their money interfered with.

“I’m not poaching any clients.” They clarified. “Just saving a few stops meeting with a few of my own.

And I was thirsty.

And I don’t like waiting in line.

Duìbùqǐ.” Forgive me. A performative pout, but mixed within a look of recognition for one they knew to be a big fish. “Patron.”

[patrxn]

"...Kinga."

The Patron was not concerned about interrupting the woman while she was making her deals, giving the clients that she was currently talking to a look that said get out of here.

"We talked about this." after seeing his own face out on the floor, he could only assume who the identity thief was.

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Thank you so much for your support Mr.—“

A serene yet sharpened look over their shoulder found the subject of their.. style tribute.

“Who, me?” A hand on their chest, straightening down their shimmering tie. They extended a hand to the chest of their suavely dressed client, “Excuse me, Sugar. You have a good night now.”

And then they shifted sideways on the couch, crossing one leg over the other to face the true Patron of the Brass Monkey.

A hand tousled through their hair so that it now fell into the defined curls and fluttered their eyes into their preferred shimmering makeup.

“What, you don’t like my outfit?”

@patrxn

[jeanthenorthstar]

A soft sigh, patting Theo’s cheek. “This puts you at three hundred, my love.” The boss side. “-And I’m not selling to you again until you have the cash or crypto.”

They pointed a well manicured fingernail, more like their own than the Patron’s, at Theo. “And don’t you cheat on my business.” A warning and also a warning.

“-Other bitches in this business, in this town, are not so nice. And they’re not gonna care,” With a simpering voice they reached to lightly squish his precious little face in their hand, pursing his lips between like a fishy.

“About this adorable sincere face. Yes?”

[theo-ry]

Thr..

Theo's air was sucked out, for a moment forgetting to breathe. This rollercoaster of moods was a little jarring too, seeing the Patron's glare and then Kinga's caring side.

From the little he knew, and heard about her from around town, Kinga was one of the real ones. This tough love that she showed him was equally appreciated and scary. But, this was Madripoor. People needed thick skin to survive here. And she clearly was.

He stared at the finger pointing at him, in awe at how much in control of her powers she was to be able change that piece of her so easily. He wished he could do that. But hopefully, his training would go better soon.

The young mutant froze in his spot, letting them grab his face, lips shaping into the kissing emoji.

"....okr." he nodded quickly and as much as he could. "yuh. i 'ill pey u back. I swea'..." the boy swallowed, fidgeting with the merch in his pocket.

He didn't want to know - or did he - what she would do if he didn't pay back.

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Don’t swear. Just do it.” Once again they wiggled the boy’s squished kissy face like he was a puppy, and with that patted the boy’s face very sweetly.

“I mean it, young man.” A very stern finger wag. With that, the ‘Patron’ surveyed around the bar, spotting a few familiar clientele of various business and side-business.

“Hay Naku~” They swiveled in a little circle. “Jumping in here tonight. I’m going to,” The ‘Patron’ made a circular running motion with his fingers to indicate making some rounds about the place, and started off.

“Bye dollface!”

@theo-ry

[jeanthenorthstar]

More serious than before, Kinga’s eyes locked onto the mutant’s. All fresh faced and sweet, but what he was trying to get was business.

This was real, for Kinga. Their livelihood, wasn’t to be taken lightly.

“Okay.” They shuffled the contents of the bag from the palm of their hand to the other’s. “And Theo, if you don’t have it,” a true warning tone in their voice. “This isn’t a charity. I collect on debts.”

[theo-ry]

He felt the mood switch from all jokes and fun to a more sobering meetup. But the stuff was in his hands now, and if he could just get through tonight, he would be able to pay her back.

"...yeah- No, yeah I get it." he pocketed the contents, looking up at his boss' face. "I'll have it. I promise. Thanks for hooking me up."

But now that he thought about it.. "How.. much exactly do I owe you?"

[jeanthenorthstar]

A soft sigh, patting Theo’s cheek. “This puts you at three hundred, my love.” The boss side. “-And I’m not selling to you again until you have the cash or crypto.”

They pointed a well manicured fingernail, more like their own than the Patron’s, at Theo. “And don’t you cheat on my business.” A warning and also a warning.

“-Other bitches in this business, in this town, are not so nice. And they’re not gonna care,” With a simpering voice they reached to lightly squish his precious little face in their hand, pursing his lips between like a fishy.

“About this adorable sincere face. Yes?”

[jeanthenorthstar]

The ‘Patron’ preened under the admiration, cocking his head this way and that, smoothing a hand down his sequined tie.

“Please.” They scoffed, scanning the surroundings and suddenly donning a straighter back and more calm, serious demeanor. “This way.” He nodded his head, to find a slightly more secluded part of the bar to give the kid what he was after.

“Have you been paid yet or..” They lifted a brow, the merchandise carefully concealed in the palm for their hand, reaching to take Theo’s hand.

[theo-ry]

Following his cue, Theo put on a more serious face and followed them further away. His eyes darted left and right, not wanting to be spotted. Although Kinga was probably going to be doing even more business tonight.

So who cares, right?

Well, probably the Patron. Maybe his uncle. If he still cared.

His hand reached out to do the exchange, like he'd been taught to. All smooth and incognito. But he stopped halfway.

"...paid?" oh. Right. He owed her for the last times. "N- No. But! I'm heading out soon. Gotta take care of something for the Patron, uh, you." he chuckled weakly.

"I'll... have it when I get back."

He tentatively reached out for the mutants hand.

[jeanthenorthstar]

More serious than before, Kinga’s eyes locked onto the mutant’s. All fresh faced and sweet, but what he was trying to get was business.

This was real, for Kinga. Their livelihood, wasn’t to be taken lightly.

“Okay.” They shuffled the contents of the bag from the palm of their hand to the other’s. “And Theo, if you don’t have it,” a true warning tone in their voice. “This isn’t a charity. I collect on debts.”

[jeanthenorthstar]

Not to.. draw too much attention?

Kinga took offense.

“Young man! I am a professional.” Pah. “And I’ve been in this business for-“ Uh. “Long enough!” Huff.

And with that, they hung up the call, and “Patron” swiped a finger across his gums, and with an extra boost strutted out the door, sequined tie waving in the wind as he made his way down the street.

It only took a wave of his hand, naturally, to be let in right in front of the long line weaving around the block. People part for him as he swims through that crowd unencumbered, looking for Theo.

[theo-ry]

Oop.

Don't make the queen angry, Theo. He opened his mouth to apologize but she hung up on him!

With a grunt, he pocketed his phone and got ready to head out.

And he waited for her. As in, waited at the back door, but when she didn't show up he had to get back inside. And that's when he saw him.

Hesitantly, he stepped up, looking left and right. Sequined tie.

"Whoa! Your fit is giviiing." drip drip drip, he snapped his fingers. "Don't let him see you like this though.. Or, maybe he'll like it."

[jeanthenorthstar]

The ‘Patron’ preened under the admiration, cocking his head this way and that, smoothing a hand down his sequined tie.

“Please.” They scoffed, scanning the surroundings and suddenly donning a straighter back and more calm, serious demeanor. “This way.” He nodded his head, to find a slightly more secluded part of the bar to give the kid what he was after.

“Have you been paid yet or..” They lifted a brow, the merchandise carefully concealed in the palm for their hand, reaching to take Theo’s hand.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Didn’t think he meant like that.

Ugh. Could’ve told her that to begin with. But she had this new outfit on and she wanted to take it out for a spin, so Brass Monkey it was tonight.

“Welcome to Madripoor my love.” She sighed, fixed his hair in the mirror and smirked at a job well done. “I’ll be at Brass Monkey in thirty. I’ll look like your boss but my tie is….” She frowned, looking in the mirror to decide.

“Sequin!” They declared.

[theo-ry]

"Thanks.." he sighed, defeated, relieved there would be no taking care of his uncle the wrong way. Glad they cleared that out.

Damien would've probably come back to haunt his ass.

The Patron with a sequin tie. Ha. That's a sight he would never see again. The guy was known for being subtle.

"Gotcha. Try not to.. draw too much attention? I'm just- I don't want anyone to know." he didn't much care if people in Madripoor did. Everyone was into doing that stuff.

"Okay bye!"

[jeanthenorthstar]

Not to.. draw too much attention?

Kinga took offense.

“Young man! I am a professional.” Pah. “And I’ve been in this business for-“ Uh. “Long enough!” Huff.

And with that, they hung up the call, and “Patron” swiped a finger across his gums, and with an extra boost strutted out the door, sequined tie waving in the wind as he made his way down the street.

It only took a wave of his hand, naturally, to be let in right in front of the long line weaving around the block. People part for him as he swims through that crowd unencumbered, looking for Theo.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.

[theo-ry]

"No! I'm by myself." just to be sure, Theo turned around in his empty room. Nobody.

"Sorry... What, exactly are you delivering?" he was so lost. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of code, but it was a little inconvenient for him since he didn't do these kinds of things.

"You mean like... Deliver him back to New York?"

[jeanthenorthstar]

Oh. My god.

“Sweetie!” Still in the Patron’s now exasperated voice. “You asked if I can get rid of him. No I can’t put him on a plane to New York.

I can get. Rid. Of. him.

And for you, I thought I just figured you wanted some of the usual, but yknow.” She took a little sniff off her pinky nail, blinking in the mirror and giving herself a smile as she perfected some of the details of the boss’ face.

“You don’t want to rack up a tab.”

[theo-ry]

Honestly, it was pretty unnerving to hear the Patron calling him sweetie. Enough to make him pull a face.

Get rid of him. Oh naaaaah!

"I didn't think you meant that!" his voice strangled, shocked at the thought, at the violence of it. No he didn't want his tio to get killed. He just wanted him off his back!

"Uuuuh.." his usual. He shouldn't. But..

yeah whatever. "Yeah, cool. Meet up with you soon?"

[jeanthenorthstar]

Didn’t think he meant like that.

Ugh. Could’ve told her that to begin with. But she had this new outfit on and she wanted to take it out for a spin, so Brass Monkey it was tonight.

“Welcome to Madripoor my love.” She sighed, fixed his hair in the mirror and smirked at a job well done. “I’ll be at Brass Monkey in thirty. I’ll look like your boss but my tie is….” She frowned, looking in the mirror to decide.

“Sequin!” They declared.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.

[theo-ry]

"No! I'm by myself." just to be sure, Theo turned around in his empty room. Nobody.

"Sorry... What, exactly are you delivering?" he was so lost. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of code, but it was a little inconvenient for him since he didn't do these kinds of things.

"You mean like... Deliver him back to New York?"

[jeanthenorthstar]

Oh. My god.

“Sweetie!” Still in the Patron’s now exasperated voice. “You asked if I can get rid of him. No I can’t put him on a plane to New York.

I can get. Rid. Of. him.

And for you, I thought I just figured you wanted some of the usual, but yknow.” She took a little sniff off her pinky nail, blinking in the mirror and giving herself a smile as she perfected some of the details of the boss’ face.

“You don’t want to rack up a tab.”

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Alright, alright. I do hear that.” She pushed aside her long hair. “You know this’ll cost you.

And with friends and family discount. I don’t do this cheap.” Kinga turned herself sideways to then sit up and rise to her feet. It would be easy getting into the Brass Monkey, as long as she avoided the telepaths.

In front of the mirror she pulled at her long locks, their dark warmth changing cooler, straighter, and short. Her mini dress becoming a sleek tailored suit, and the face looking back at her in the mirror was Patron’s.

He smirked.

Into the phone, spoke, “Now that’s two deliveries, right cuteness? Something for you, something else for your uncle.

What does he look like?”

[theo-ry]

....the fuck??

"Ah!" pretty much forgetting that Kinga could just turn into whoever and have a voice to match, he dropped the phone like he'd been burned, thinking it was actually the Patron talking to him.

"-shit, fuck, hold on!" he picked the phone up, taking a breath. "Hello?? Hi sorry... You're just, too good at this." he let out a nervous chuckle.

"What do you mean, deliveries?"

[jeanthenorthstar]

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.