Hello, I like your takes about fem mello and matt, do you think a fem matt will be a spy/informant that delivers crucial information to Mello, and would use several disguises so as to not be recognised? Do you also think she might pretend to be stupid and not now anything so as to fool her enemies?
K:- Hey. Sorry for the wait. Hope you are welll.
Female Spy Matt could do whatever you feel like. Personally, I don't feel that playing airhead would be something that comes naturally easy to her after being third in Whammy's school of becoming Batman, but then again, the idea of troll Matt sounds funny, and could work.
Fictional spy work is a lot more high stakes glamorous then IRL information gathering, which is mostly tedious work. Like watching security tapes until you find the event you are looking for. Even with fast forward, it still takes awhile, and can be pretty boring.
Wonder if Matt went to Whammies in this AU, as it sounds like it could be a Gallagher Girls crossover.
E:-Great now I got Matt ripping off a fake wig as she getting far far away while on the phone with Mello, in my brain. Need to write.
K:- you're inspired to write?
E:-I would be glad to write a mini scene for that!
K:- Wow! That's awesome.
E:-
""-The bottles jump and rattle as the maid pushes through the thick carpet. Muttering under her breath as it gets stuck, pushing through until she finally reaches the room that needed to be serviced for another party from the guest. Getting to the door, she smooths down her gray faded uniform, using the sheen of the nameplate Candlewoods Suite to fix her hair. Brushing back brown bangs, she clears her throat as she knocks loudly on the heavy wooden doors.
"Room Service!"
Heavy footsteps come, and she stands up a bit straighter. The door rips open revealing a large man with cool shades of tinted true blue, pulling his shade down his eyes roam over her form, an unimpressed tsk leaves him.-""
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We never changed Matt and Mellos names right?
K:- Nope. They work as gender neutral names.
E:-
""- "About time, here," the maid scrambles to catch the bag of clothes he tossed," needs to be washed. Get the room ready by tonight and host another party…"
She begins to pull her cart in as the man continues speaking to her in those tones she used to hear through doors, snapping his fingers as he walks out the door. His expensive shoes snag on the way," Fuck! These better not get scuffed!"
"Sorry! It was an accident!" She said scrambling to pull it over, careful to make sure her pile of sheets and towels don't spill. The guest grunts, as he checks his shoes, the maid glances around the room as she leans back from his glare.
"Do your job right," he snaps before leaving, his phone in hand, he leaves completely shutting the door behind him as he complains on the other side of his cell phone. The maid waits, listening his loud voice fade as he leaves the hall and to the elevator. Even as the man's voice is muted, she waits by the door, ear pressed against the cool wood. Hearing nothing she sighs, and pulls away, feeling an itch for a cigarette.
"Finally," she breathes rubbing her neck, she rolls her eyes remembering the guy's attitude," a real prince charming that one."
No guards upstairs– security is lax, she notices, his entourage would be waiting for him below. It's still early morning, four hours max.
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The room was a mess, bottles of champagne everywhere, sheets on the ground and knowing what the staff despises seeing, shimmery glitter in the carpet. If she leans back she could see the bathroom is a mess and she can't even begin to start..So she doesn't. Pulling off the sheets and towels from her cart she finds the cases of wires and small little cameras needed.
Her foot kicks aside plastic flutes on the carpet.
The guest had made a lot of enemies. The maid pulls out paintings and uses a small cutter and begins to dig in. Real big ones willing to pay a good price for dirt, and Mello had connections to make.
So here she was, loyal best friend, MVP, getting to work. Whatever this guy did wasn't her concern, all that matters is funds are refilled and what has their foot nudging into the underground. If there was anything that stuck to her back Whammy's, information was priceless. Hacking into things and getting their hands to make laughing gangs go quiet, and faces go red in all types of shades she ever saw. Give her a laptop and she can find anything, what sucks when you need more of the juicer parts, you're going to have to get in to do that yourself.
She makes quick work, finding spots where she can hide microphones, removing panels of mirrors of aesthetic design for more discreet shots. Feeling under the wood for hollow spaces she hides more as she needs. Her laptop sat on the newly made bed with fresh sheets, multi screens of windows open making sure everything worked.
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K:- you write a nice spy piece, Eclipse. Good sense of intrigue.