"Welcome to Point De Rendez-vous! We got drinks from basic to exotic, casual comfort food, and killer music! Dance 'til your hearts content. Drink 'til your merry, just don't drive. We got the girls. We got the guys. When you need us you'll find us." Or so the Internet sensation said. Problem is, it's a hard place to find when you don't know exactly what you're looking for. This is not like Andre's ice cream where there is clues. This is a physical place that not many people know about. And those who do, won't tell you right off the bat.
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Marinette had been home with her family for a get together since they haven't seen each other after she went to college. She went for the business degree, but decide to do a minor course as well. What that is, is a secret. After checking the clock, spotting the time was 2100 (9pm), Marinette gave her parents a kiss goodbye, and headed out. She took her motorcycle 20 minutes from the Eiffel Tower, outside of Paris to a building that is "in remediation". She parks her bike between the building and Maison Art Culture sewing shop, then walks in through a white metal door claiming to be "electric units only" and head downstairs to some....
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"Ballet music?" Marinette asked walking into the large room.
"It's your fault. You had to show Chloe the step up movies." Luka said as he played with the sound board. Sure enough, Chloe was on the floor with Nino and Alya trying to dance the moves from the first movie. The LED floor tiles lit up with every movement of vibrant colors.
"Please, I was bound to see them eventually!" Chloe shouts. Marinette shook her head laughing at her friends then walked to her station. The bar was surrounded by glass and steel in a half circle with only two entrances to get in. connecting one entrance to a long aisle leading into the kitchen. She places her bag under the steel bar and began preparing her space.
Chloe continued to dance with Alya, Nino gave up and began to do his preparations at the DJ booth with Luka. It stands about five feet off the ground, Luka selecting multiple soundtracks for the first two hours, while Nino messed with the lights. Marinette returned with the last two buckets of ice filling up four ice chests then leaned against the bar watching the place come to life. Black stone walls with paint and graffiti splattered across one wall - curtsy of Alix - glow from the bouncing techno colors. Thankfully the lights don't flash quickly, but more like sirens off a traffic cop being annoying. Once the girls settled down and came to sit at the bar for some water, it was time to open the doors and respect customers to come in.
"Has anyone seen Alix?" Chloe asked leaning back to see through the moving bodies.
"Not since this morning." Alya says pouring and serving the drinks. Mari served some food to the bar of the aisle, before walking over to help Alya. "Did you try calling her?"
"Of course! I called her three times." Chloe huffed. "I know she's not traveling again. Her voicemail is back to normal."
"Which one this time?" Alya asked, almost dropping her just prepared cocktail.
"Yo it's Alix, you know what to do." Marinette and Chloe said together. Causing a laugh from Luka.
"Maybe she is just busy and running late. Give her a few more minutes." Luka says leaning down and giving his girlfriend a kiss.
"But I need my dance partner." She whines just before their lips meet.
A near the Effiel Tower stood Alix, checking her pocket watch. She was wearing her bright blue trench coat with a couple white sashes making an upside down V from the middle of it's back to the bottom corners of the front. Her red hair held as a ponytail from her cap. As if on cue a fight broke out near the fountain. A tall 6'0" man was taking a beating from a group of others. Clearly he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or right time, Alix would say. Getting closer, she can tell he was either holding back and wanting them to kill him, or he was really weak. She hoped for the option one and whistled at the group.
"I'd suggest you leave him be, or you'll have to deal with blood on my hands." Alix let out. She has a reputation in Paris now as a vigilante. Or well, her persona anyways. Weird right? Bet you're wondering what happened to our heros? Well, you'll find out later. The men stopped to stare at Alix, with one glance they ran back inside their territory except for one who decided then was the time to swing a quick kick into the man's side and then run. He let out a harsh hiss, forcing himself to roll over to attempt sitting up.
"Thank kwami, you were holding back. Why?" Alix said leaning over the man examining him. He gave her a glare with a sour scowl.
"What makes you think i'd just take it laying down?" The man spoke. Alix raised a brow over her bright blue grease smudge that covered most of her eyes.
"Sure." Unconvinced, she held out her hand to the man offering to help him up. Reluctantly, he takes it and gets lifted as if he weighed nothing. He stood there shocked for a few then shook his head. "Yup, you will do."
"Excuse me? I'm not a hooker in the red light district." He snapped out. Alix snorts as she laughs holding her stomach at the ridiculous notion. "What?" He looked at her confused.
"Follow me." She demanded not even giving him a chance to refuse as she walked away laughing. She didn't bother to check if the man was following her, she knew he was no matter how quiet his steps could be. She lead him towards the Seine onto a small motor boat. Once he sat down, she turned it on and kicked it, sending them south of the river towards Bois de Vincennes. She moved straight from Seine to the Marne, stopping just near a patch of trees on the left side of the river. Alix climbs out and ties it down against it's hiding space waiting for her wounded man to exit the boat. It was a sight to see for Alix. The man was wobbling as if he hadn't been on on the water before.
"Come, we're almost there." She says passing through an alley onto the street of Chem de Halage to Passerelle de I'Abreuvior to cross over the highway, then turn East onto D14.
"And where is it you are taking me?" The man said in a gruff accent. They reached a building marked "Liberté Egalite Fraternite" looking as if it was in renovation. Alix walked toward the side, finding a few motorcycles leaning against the vine covered building, and a white panelled door.
"You'll see. Come on." She opened the door walk straight in and appear to be going down some steps. He gave a few blinks and before following. Great...I'm going to be killed before my family finds me. The man thought to himself as he followed the strange woman down. Once near the bottom the sound of loud music blast through another door, painted black and barely able to see it. Alix stops in front of a tan broad man with a spikey brown mohawk. "He's here for a job. Let us in." She demanded. Mohawk looks at the 6'0" man with a death glare, debating on whether he should really let him in. Alix gives the man a punch in the left bicep causing him to flinch and rub the small area giving her an innocent smirk. He opens the door engulfing the entire walk way in colored lights and loud music.
"Well about time!!" A wavey blonde hair with dyed blue highlights fading out speed walks right up the red headed woman. "You're late Fluff." The blue woman gives the smaller woman a hug before laughing her response.
"I brought us a new bouncer or whatever our Tikki can come up with." Fluff, the man now learned said, pointing her thumb back to him. The blonde now leaning around the taller woman looked at him. With the lights stopping just long enough to see her face, he could see there was a black grease paint over her eyes as well, making her blue eyes pop.
"Oh great. Another stray." The shorter woman huffed then grabs their wrists maneuvering them carefully through the sea of bodies towards the bar. The music began to die down to something more sombre as he lights settled to white and blue colors strobing along the solid black walls. The man confused by refusing to show any form of expression other than annoyed allowed himself to be dragged to a seat.
"Sit. Stay. Good boy. TIKKS!" The Blonde demanded. This grated the man's nerves. He was not a dog. Nor would be tolerate being treated as one. He was about to stand up and say something to the small woman when someone else steps forward behind the bar. This woman was maybe no taller than. 5'2" - 5'3" raven blue hair that was braided into a lower back length. The man froze in place forgetting about what he was upset about as he stares at her bright ocean blue eyes glowing with the lights of the room. She also wore a red grease paint across her eyes but letting her black lashes appear longer.
"Hello there, Fluff says you're here to work." Her voice was soft and cherry. Despite it being loud around him, he was able to hear her clearly. He gave her a nod unable to trust his own voice for a mere second. "Oh good. We needed some extra hands around here. Names Tiki." She held out her hand to him.
"Uh...Ja...Red." He almost gave his name but with luck he hopes she heard the name correctly. Taking her small hand in his, they shook.
After the last few weeks of Resistance which were fine but not blowing me away, it was great to have “Rendezvous Point” for a variety of reasons. I’ve been missing Tam so far this season. It seemed…
This was an excellent episode that reminded me of The Honorable Ones from Rebels.
Today, I am living because the sneak peek and the preview images alone are very close to validating my theories that:
The pilot is Torra's mom.
Torra got her personality from her mother.
A Doza would tell Tam that Captain Doza is an example of a "good" Imperial that realized how terrible the Empire is.
Dozashipping started out as "annoying hero keeps getting caught by the villains but breaks out and ruins their schemes by the end of the day while also somehow touching the heart of one of the bad guys and eventually eloping with them".
Yeager/Doza/Doza's wife OT3... I just want the old people to be happy
