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@universalcaptain
pern1c1ous replied to your post: What the hell was that?
M̴y̷ ̷s̷t̶a̶r̶ ̸c̷h̴i̵l̵d̶.̷̵̷C̴o̴m̷e̷ ̴t̷o̸ ̴U̵s̷.̶ ̷L̷e̸t̸ ̶u̵s̴ ̷o̶b̴s̷e̴r̴v̸e̷ ̸y̴o̶u̵.̴
The corrupted text always makes things sound far more ominous than they should.
What the hell was that?
Tea Time
handyheavyset:
Brawler leans back and nods. “Fair enough. He is a hyper man, isn’t he?” A chuckle, and the enormous man nods politely. “Would it be alright if I smoked a cigar in here, ma'am? I’d be happy to give you one, if you can tolerate that!”
“Go right ahead. I smoke in here on and off. Charlie might think it’s a treat, though, so be warned of that.” She chuckles as Charlie lays his giant head on the table, clearly desperate for someone to give him scritchies.
Tea Time
handyheavyset:
Brawler becomes serious for a moment, looking more like the general he used to be as a certain light enters his bloody red eyes. “No one ever talks about stripping your rights. They just do it. People ignore the signs, and you realize when you’re talking of unions and organizing together, the oppression has already begun.” He fixes her stare. “Make no mistake, Captain. A woman like Pandora will draw first blood. She’ll force you into a cage and build an army of people with the same mercy as men I’ve known who were just doing their job.”
His brows become a questioning line that’s intensely set. “The only question in this is will you ask permission, or will you stand up against her?”
She smiles at him knowingly. It’s charming hearing that sort of talk coming from him of all people, towards her. It’s sweet too.
“I’m certainly not one to bow down meekly and allow someone to tramp in like they know my job. I’m also quite used to this nonsense- People still tried to trip me up even on Prospit. But I have to act carefully, that’s certain. One misstep and I’ll be in hot water.”
It’s nice to talk about it with someone who isn’t immediately either proposing violence or outrageous, nonsensical plans. Frog bless Brawler.
He nods. It’s rational and fair, and Snowman as ever is as wise as she needs to be. True that she doesn’t need anyones protection, but there’s no harm in gossip and frustration over a nice cup. He takes a surprisingly delicate sip and carefully sets the comparatively small cup down.
“So, when’s the first date?”
Snowman very nearly spits her tea out, and ends up coughing hard at Brawler’s words. Not that she should be surprised, but she is. What part of ‘This woman is actively trying to harm my way of life’ says a date? …Well, okay, maybe it does, a bit. But Still.
“Brawler, please. I doubt highly there will be any dating of any kind, from either of us.”
“Oh, you never know. Friends close and enemies closer, they say.” A sneaky wink from behind his circle glasses and he takes a hearty bite of bagel. “How’s that boy of yours? Still doing well in the business?” He thinks Sleuth is a plucky little thing, if not a bit like a caricature of a golden retriever.
She just hums, not willing to accept that ever. Pandora is just...so not in the realm of what she’s into.
“He’s doing quite well, I believe. He’s been about often lately. I think he’s on a bit of a rough case.” The two of them have plenty of time to see each other, but she doesn’t miss when he’s a bit stressed. “As perky as ever.”
Tea Time
handyheavyset:
Brawler becomes serious for a moment, looking more like the general he used to be as a certain light enters his bloody red eyes. “No one ever talks about stripping your rights. They just do it. People ignore the signs, and you realize when you’re talking of unions and organizing together, the oppression has already begun.” He fixes her stare. “Make no mistake, Captain. A woman like Pandora will draw first blood. She’ll force you into a cage and build an army of people with the same mercy as men I’ve known who were just doing their job.”
His brows become a questioning line that’s intensely set. “The only question in this is will you ask permission, or will you stand up against her?”
She smiles at him knowingly. It’s charming hearing that sort of talk coming from him of all people, towards her. It’s sweet too.
“I’m certainly not one to bow down meekly and allow someone to tramp in like they know my job. I’m also quite used to this nonsense- People still tried to trip me up even on Prospit. But I have to act carefully, that’s certain. One misstep and I’ll be in hot water.”
It’s nice to talk about it with someone who isn’t immediately either proposing violence or outrageous, nonsensical plans. Frog bless Brawler.
He nods. It’s rational and fair, and Snowman as ever is as wise as she needs to be. True that she doesn’t need anyones protection, but there’s no harm in gossip and frustration over a nice cup. He takes a surprisingly delicate sip and carefully sets the comparatively small cup down.
“So, when’s the first date?”
Snowman very nearly spits her tea out, and ends up coughing hard at Brawler’s words. Not that she should be surprised, but she is. What part of ‘This woman is actively trying to harm my way of life’ says a date? ...Well, okay, maybe it does, a bit. But Still.
“Brawler, please. I doubt highly there will be any dating of any kind, from either of us.”
Tea Time
handyheavyset:
Brawler becomes serious for a moment, looking more like the general he used to be as a certain light enters his bloody red eyes. “No one ever talks about stripping your rights. They just do it. People ignore the signs, and you realize when you’re talking of unions and organizing together, the oppression has already begun.” He fixes her stare. “Make no mistake, Captain. A woman like Pandora will draw first blood. She’ll force you into a cage and build an army of people with the same mercy as men I’ve known who were just doing their job.”
His brows become a questioning line that’s intensely set. “The only question in this is will you ask permission, or will you stand up against her?”
She smiles at him knowingly. It’s charming hearing that sort of talk coming from him of all people, towards her. It’s sweet too.
“I’m certainly not one to bow down meekly and allow someone to tramp in like they know my job. I’m also quite used to this nonsense- People still tried to trip me up even on Prospit. But I have to act carefully, that’s certain. One misstep and I’ll be in hot water.”
It’s nice to talk about it with someone who isn’t immediately either proposing violence or outrageous, nonsensical plans. Frog bless Brawler.
Tea Time
handyheavyset:
“Pandora.” He says the name as if he knows something of what Snow is talking about. True that she had rose to popularity quickly and her ratings hadn’t faltered since she took her seat, but there has always been something off about her straight smile and lifeless eyes. His mustache twitches with thought as he takes a sip, then begins to prepare a bagel. “Well, you don’t want to bring any of the Scoundrels in to this mess. They’re all so reactionary, a volatile lot. If I were in your shoes, I’d return the favor. What with your universal abilities, and all…”
“Hm.” She tilts her head a bit, looking thoughtful. “I’d be lying if I said that hadn’t occurred to me. It is tempting, though I imagine since my powers are well known it would be hard to deny it’s me if I’m caught. And if she doesn’t have any useful dirt then I’d still have to deal with this ridiculous situation.”
The only person you want to oversee your work is the Lady. You wonder if Pandora even knows about Her.
“It’d have been different if she’d asked for my cooperation. Even I can’t keep eyes everywhere, all the time.”
Tea Time
@universalcaptain
Brawler finds the Captain to be agreeable company if not impressive in her own right, and it certainly doesn’t deter the appeal that she’ll no doubt have Charlie with her. The bulky man is thoughtful to bring along a bag of cinnamon crunch bagels and fresh cream spread in a brown paper bag. Couldn’t have a proper vent without nibbles, after all. He knocks gently on her front door, waiting for it to open as he brushes a bit of fuzz from his vest.
It is truly a blessing to have a large man come to your house with the implicit promise of sweets. Snowman has already set up the tea and looks up in the middle of finishing setting the table when Charlemagne starts whining and scratching at the door.
She opens it and smiles at Brawler. He’s just about the only man in the city who can stand face to face with her and not have to look upwards.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
His dimples crop up with his grin, mustache glinting in the sunlight and his hair perfectly combed as he offers her a firm, friendly hand shake. “Always available for a session, you know.” When she permits he steps inside, accepting a bumbling dog who all but crawls into his arms as he easily scoops the pupper up and pets him. “A doll, he is. So.” He sets the dog down and drops the bag on a coffee table, taking a seat. “What seems to be troubling you?”
She takes the time to pour them both out a cup of tea, before settling back in her own seat. She looks...surprisingly grouchy. For her, who is either unfailingly polite or stern, this is a new, less dignified emotion to be feeling.
“Well...” She sighs. “It’s about the new mayor. I thought she was fairly competent and easy to get alone with, at first.” She aggressively sips her tea and Charlie whines. “But recently, I got a memo from the mayor’s office. As of this week, the police department and especially the Fuzz are going to be put under strict surveillance.”
Tea Time
@universalcaptain
Brawler finds the Captain to be agreeable company if not impressive in her own right, and it certainly doesn’t deter the appeal that she’ll no doubt have Charlie with her. The bulky man is thoughtful to bring along a bag of cinnamon crunch bagels and fresh cream spread in a brown paper bag. Couldn’t have a proper vent without nibbles, after all. He knocks gently on her front door, waiting for it to open as he brushes a bit of fuzz from his vest.
It is truly a blessing to have a large man come to your house with the implicit promise of sweets. Snowman has already set up the tea and looks up in the middle of finishing setting the table when Charlemagne starts whining and scratching at the door.
She opens it and smiles at Brawler. He’s just about the only man in the city who can stand face to face with her and not have to look upwards.
“Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
[txt]
Brawler. Do you have a minute, or ten?
(pvt) Always got time, Snow. What’s going on?
[pvt]
I was thinking, it’s been a while since we sat down, had some coffee. Kvetched about our lives. What do you say?
[txt]
Brawler. Do you have a minute, or ten?
You try not to be too dramatic, but after reading the notice sent to you by the mayor’s office, you scowl and crumple it up. You cannot believe this. Perhaps you were foolish to assume that you’d be allowed to continue as you have been, but you didn’t expect it to be so blatant. More surveillance, more oversight...More than they really need to. It’s nonsense. It’s bullshit. It’s not something you can actively come out and go against, not right now.
So instead of marching up to the offices you scroll through your phone’s contacts. No, not him...not him, not him. Aha. He’ll be tight lipped about the incident.
You text Brawler and scowl at your wall.
@universalcaptain
Captain, I do believe it would be prudent for us to have a meeting.
Well, how would I be able to turn down the Mayor?
Your office or mine.
A Celebratory Dinner
mayoralpandora:
Her short, modest heels make a crisp sound as she stands and walks into the dining room/kitchen area, politely pulling out a seat for herself. “You’ve outdone yourself, I believe. A good, home cooked meal is a shade more appealing than the fine fair of the capital building. Delicious, but missing that simple home love, wouldn’t you agree? Have you ever been to the capital building?”
“A couple of times, mostly for ceremonial things. I agree with you, however. They do need to make the food for larger parties, after all, while I can focus on quality all by myself.”
The food is a mix of meats and veggies, as a polite indication that since you aren’t sure exactly what the mayor eats, she can take whatever she likes. For yourself, you’re already taking a pleasant serving of chicken. Charlemagne watches the dinner table with the ravenous eyes of a wolf, but the good boy in him holds back.
Romulus gives a few high nose sniffs at the smell, licking his lips wistfully before slowly laying his massive bulk down on the floor, great head resting upon his paws. His resigned sigh is almost polite. Pandora clicks her tongue as she serves herself a small portion of each dish. “So, about the Scoundrels. You work closely with them, I assume?”
“I wouldn’t go that far. I work with them when I need to, and I hold a certain grudging respect for them, but that’s about as far as it goes.” She sips at her wine. “I do my best to foil any of their more...disturbing plots. It’s my job, after all, no matter how well entrenched they are in this city.”
Ohhh!
A police station!
Now, that will be fun!
If your definition of fun involves assisting people in difficult work then yes. It will be.
Hello, nurse ;))))
Mhm.
Do you want something to do? Because the K9 units could do with someone who can keep up with their energy, provided you don’t poison them with sugar.
How about I do you, love?
With those sorts of pickup lines? Not likely.
Alright, alright, bold of me, I know. How about I bring over a fine bottle of soda and a couple of curly straws?
pern1c1ous:
Alright, alright, bold of me, I know. How about I bring over a fine bottle of soda and a couple of curly straws?
Innovator, I’m at work. If you really want to impress me, don’t make any messes I can’t clean.
Ohhh!
A police station!
Now, that will be fun!
If your definition of fun involves assisting people in difficult work then yes. It will be.
Hello, nurse ;))))
Mhm.
Do you want something to do? Because the K9 units could do with someone who can keep up with their energy, provided you don’t poison them with sugar.
How about I do you, love?
With those sorts of pickup lines? Not likely.
Ohhh!
A police station!
Now, that will be fun!
If your definition of fun involves assisting people in difficult work then yes. It will be.
Hello, nurse ;))))
Mhm.
Do you want something to do? Because the K9 units could do with someone who can keep up with their energy, provided you don’t poison them with sugar.
