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Case by Case || Jessica & Mirage
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The office before her was austere and clean, modern at every angle and gleaming in the sunlight of Downtown LA. It was a remote office— Not the usual headquarters — So Jessica had been lucky when she’d heard the woman was in. She’d been waiting months for just the confirmation of an appointment of interest—
Clearing her throat she approached the double doors, drawing her hand back sharply when they opened in front of her to a gleaming, well-maintained office space. The receptionist didn’t even glance up, and Jessica’s heart rate seemed to bump up slightly.
Shuffling her briefcase she moved forward as she cleared her throat,
“Excuse me—“
“Yes?” No eye contact. Just a brunette looking down at a flat screen with names and numbers. Jessica tried to peer over it to see if she was even on there, but a well-manicured hand slid over it as the brunette finally looked up, a dull but forced smile on her face:
“May I help you?”
Every word was firmly polite, and Jessica fought the urge to frown. Her face tightened as she smiled and shifted her case forward,
“I’m Mrs. Rabbit— Here about Toontown.”
The woman’s eyes flickered some interest, and she opened her mouth to ask,
“Marv-“
“That’s need-to-know, thank you.”
A single, perfect brow and Jessica swallowed hard. She could do this! She was going to press forward, make a case—
And then what? Acme was dead. Toontown was Toon Owned now. But— Little details… Little things had been collapsing. Acme hadn’t really calculated for the long-term effects, and someone strange had been moving in and taking things away. Not so much as one would notice immediately, but enough that it was beginning to build up— Ink around the edges, if you would…
Someone had told her Mirage could help.
She hoped someone was right.
Pagging through a couple of old cases, Mirage let out a heavy sigh. It seemed like maybe the PI biz wasn’t exactly the best route of late. Sure she had enough saved up to keep the overhead, but it felt like everyone had their own problem solving ways that didn’t need her help. Princess’ just made wishes, kids had apparently magical godparents, even animals she heard had some “Circle of Life” thing. Couldn’t someone just get murdered and need her help to solve it? Okay that may have been a little grim.
Resting her head on the worn wooden desk she closed her eyes, half prepared to take a nap before the old phone rang. Propping herself back up and clearing her throat she answered with a smile in her voice.
“Mirage Investigations, how can I help you?”
“Ms. Junez, you have a woman here in the lobby who’s asking if you have an opening right now.”
Well she’d been hoping not to talk to Sandra today. Mirage’s office was more styled from a noir novel as opposed to the clean polished aesthetic of the lobby or most other buildings in the office. But at least she had good news for once.
“Oh of course, send her right in.”
Hanging up the phone and hopping up, Mirage couldn’t help but smile as she organized papers on her desk to look professional. She set out the nice leather padded chair for special company, and gave the room one last look over. This is as good as it’ll get. Standing up straight and with a warm smile on her face, Mirage waited for the client to enter.
A Wild Update (OOC)
Wow.
So I’m here. Uh. Hi.
This is like my millionth “I’m not dead” letter and it’s like...5am where I’m at. I sorta fell out of the rp stuff due to lack of interest tbh. I’ve been writing a lot of original stuff, or at least trying to, but I’m here. As one of the DRP Mods we’ve been super busy sprucing things up of late and now that we’re reorganizing and such we decided we needed to get our butts going and start getting to the swing of things.
For those of you who’re new here, Mirage is a private eye for hire. She’s cut any and all ties with her old employer and wants to just do her best to help people with as little involvement in the super heroic scene as possible. That doesn’t mean she’s not willing to deal with that (looking at anyone willing to audition for BH6 or Incredibles characters.) So if you’ve got a lost possession or perhaps are trying to find out if a spouse is cheating, or maybe have suspicions and evil queen is trying to poison you, Mirage is on call.
Hope to hear from you all!
~Schwill
Stand stronger together. Happy International Women’s Day.
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name: William (Schwill) birthday: November 23 gender: Male orientation: Gay age: 22
favorite soda: Root Beer favorite candy: Dark Chocolate favorite pizza: Bacon Cheeseburger favorite salad dressing: Pear Vinaigrette favorite meal: Anything with Cheese
best memory: Off the top of my head, singing Mozart’s Requiem back in freshman year of college with my school choir. best friend: Too many to name here. best relative: Mom. best pet: Mimo my cat. best celebrity: Gene Tierney
one random fact about you: I play too many video games. one random fact about your day: I spent Biology class writing Until Dawn fanfic. one random fact about your job/school: Free gym for students, which I need to take advantage of more. one random fact about your favorite tv show: Wilson and Vanessa Fisk in Daredevil make me cry from happiness. one random fact you wish was a fact but it isn’t: I’m Catwoman, but a dude.
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Best of Me - Morningwood
About Me - Utada
King of Anything - Sara Bareilles
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Bad Bad Things - Andrew Jackson Jihad
Don’t Be Funny - Dragonette
Hungry Eyes - NONONO
Fiend Club - Misfits
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[ Meet The Muse ]
⎨The Basics ⎬
➥Legal Name: Elizabeth Maria Junez ➥Nickname/Alias: Mirage ➥Birthday: September 23rd ➥Birthplace: Spain ➥Sex | Gender | Species: Female, Human ➥Preferred Pronouns: She/Her ➥Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible ➥Spoken Languages: English and Spanish.
⎨A History Lesson⎬ ➥Education: High School education and a Bachelors in Business. ➥Who were they in school? (class clown, mean girl, etc.) Popular for how she looked, but no one knew how to approach her, so she had a few close friends. ➥Occupation: Private detective. ➥Occupation they wanted as a child: Explorer ➥Socioeconomic level growing up: Middle class. ➥Socioeconomic level now: Upper Middle class. ➥Living conditions growing up: Mirage grew up in a warm family with two parents who had a stable income so she had a relatively comfortable home to live in. ➥Living conditions now: Studio apartment that she pays for with money she gets from cases, or leftover from Syndromes accounts. ➥Criminal Record: [REDACTED/EXPUNGED]
⎨Relationships⎬
➥Parents: Margret and Mario. ➥Siblings: None. ➥Significant Others: None. ➥Ex-Significant Others: Syndrome, almost Prince Hans. ➥Children: None. ➥Best Friends: The Parr family. ➥Pets: A black cat named Ferdinand. ➥Rivals: None at the moment. ➥Enemies: Syndrome (if he ever came back), most super villains that she’s met.
⎨Let’s Get Physical⎬ ➥Character’s Build: Very slim, slender build. Fit enough to handle herself in a scrap. ➥Height: 5′7″ ➥Hair Colour: White. ➥Eye Colour: Green. ➥Body Modifications: Ears pierced. ➥Scars/Birthmarks: None. ➥Powers/Abilities: Experienced infiltrator, computer hacker, trained hand to hand combatant, some marksman training. ➥Restrictions: Willing to take risks and chances to do what she wants, very ends justify the means person. ➥Physical or Mental Illnesses: None. ➥Addictions: She likes to drink on occasion and this has gotten her in a couple fights.
⎨The Juicy Stuff⎬
➥Vice: Lust / Greed / Gluttony / Sloth / Pride / Envy / Wrath ➥Virtue: Chastity / Temperance / Charity / Diligence / Forgiveness / Humility / Kindness ➥Religion: Raised Catholic, now agnostic. ➥Alignment: Lawful / Neutral / Chaotic || Good / Neutral / Evil ➥Hogwarts House: Slytherin. ➥Element: Air.
Lottie’s Lament || Mirage & Lottie || The Ball
How could the prince do this! How could he turn away Charlotte LaBouff of all people! There were plenty of other girls at the ball the prince could have grabbed and decided she was maybe the one, but the most important was Charlotte!
Of course, these thoughts weren’t typical of Lottie. Usually, Lottie is very kind and understanding (if a little sassy), but this wasn’t typical Lottie. This was martini-fueled Lottie. Two down, and she was already moping and whining about the prince (she’s a lightweight).
Goodness, how long had it been since this happened? Ten minutes ago? That’s when they met, if she remembered correctly. Upon seeing that the prince had, in fact, not fallen in love with her, she had immediately gone to the closest place that had drinks and ordered herself a martini, having no regard for whomever sat next to her.
“Oooooh, it’s not fair!” Whined Lottie after her first drink, “Why could the prince choose her over me? Sure she’s pretty, but what else is there! I’m perfect for the prince!”
She wasn’t whining to anyone in particular, but hey, if they’d listen, she’d happily mope about. The poor person that next to her probably didn’t want to hear this.
@you-look-rather-dashing
The ball was turning out to be an exciting night. Well a good exciting, not the on an investigation exciting, but who knew what could happen. Mirage had had her fun for now, and she was firmly planting herself at the bar, because whoever the prince had to mix drinks they did a very good job at it. This was her third bourbon and water, and it was a refreshing shot to get her ready to go back out with more courage again.
What she hadn’t expected at the bar was company. Well she figured people would get drinks, but not to stay there and drink. There were people to see and all sorts of tables and rooms. Turning to look, Mirage almost snorted. The tipsy young blonde in a floofy pink dress was pouting and had three martini glasses in front, two empty and one on its way to matching the others.
Mirage swirled her glass, always loving the sound of the clink of ice against the glass and turned to face the girl.
“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself. What brings you to the party?”
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Aren’t We Dashing? Mirage & ???|| DRP Ball
In hindsight, Mirage should've known what the dress code was. It was a ball for goodness sake, which meant ballgowns. Taffeta and ruffles were all around, fluffing and flowing all around as couples spun and waltzed around the floor. She felt very under dressed at this point. But then again, they’d let her in when she presented the invitation, so maybe she was fine? It wasn’t that important anyway.Mirage was here to have a good time. She came for the party, the drinks, and maybe get a job offer or two.
Steeling her nerves and gripping her clutch purse, Mirage stepped out into the ballroom itself. The smooth fitted black dress slinking along with her steps, as her pointed heels clicked along the marble floors. She started feeling more confident as she walked, and when the bar came into view, she knew she at least had a destination. Alright tonight is going to be a great night. Right? Right. No one’s coming in to sweep me off my feet, and I’ll be damned if anyone thinks they can. Strong, cool, and confident. She had this.
Kingdom of Shadows
Well…at least she wasn’t flamboyant. She seemed rather contained - a good thing. She was…African? Yes, but her hair was white as snow. Perhaps she was witch? Or some fae blood rested in her? She would call upon her aunts to investigate her later.
“The honor is mine,” she replied instinctively, “you come recommended by all. You’re reputation precedes you and to have such a revered woman in my court brings me joy.” God she was starting to sound like her mother - the perfect little monarch.
Aurora waved her hand to one of her guards. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to offer a small meal in gratitude for your arrival. Think of it as a,” she sought the words, “compensation for your long travel. If you’d like,” the guard she had waved on earlier step forth. “my men can take your things to your living quarters.”
Mirage cocked an eyebrow and smiled. It was good to know she still had a name out there. The princess (or maybe she was a queen?) seemed congenial, like she was putting on honors just for her. Whether this was a show or not, only time could tell, but Mirage hoped it was a show to hide nervousness as opposed to…darker intent.
“I wouldn’t mind a meal. The journey wasn’t arduous but the food could’ve been better.” Mirage eyed the guard carefully and kept a slight grip on her briefcase.
“I think for now I’ll keep a hold on it. In case we’d like to discuss plans sooner?”
She wasn’t aware she’d be staying here. The letter had said something about a “royal council” and she’d figured she’d be a consultant. Come to the castle, talk about things, and go back home. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes even from her business suit. Good job underestimating things…
“Your Majesty, if I may ask, for what reasons have I been summoned exactly? I’d be happy to aid your kingdom as within my skills, but I was wondering just what level you’re asking for.”
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10. Both of your muses are single, so why not have a best friend date
(Starter to come in separate post.)
Kingdom of Shadows
Princess Aurora rarely didn’t ask for much of her court. She was just a princess, new to the tasks and duties of it. Her two greatest fears were going overboard and shooting too low, so she often just felt it was best to let them alone. They helped her with small things and she kept things easy for them. Today, however, she had called the harpist. He was surprised by the request, but eager to play. By her throne the harpist played, easy tunes of old days and chivalry. The princess listened, but as her eyes looked onward to the court she seemed to be empty - her mind lost deep in a space beyond the eyes.
She was expecting a guest, one she was anxious for and yet not wanting to see at all. Of all the things she ignored, the nastiness of the political realm felt her greatest absence. When she did finally decide to interview a master of the spy realm, her chamberlain gave only a few words.
“Mirage - she’s worth the risk they say,” Aurora made very few bold choices in her short life. She was a peaceful heart not prone to cruelty. Yet as she awaited the arrival of the new adviser to be she felt in her heart she was to be taking a step down the same road her ancestors had walked - the path of power. The dangerous, delectable road of tastes that has felled royal and fool alike.
She prayed she was strong enough to wield this new force.
The guards brought the woman in, and Aurora stood up and looked upon her. From her spot upon the throne area she was elevated a foot above the woman.
“Mirage, I presume?”
Mirage hadn’t been to a lot of castles often. She was used to the skyscrapers of Metroville and San Fransokyo, and even the warm town of London was more modern than this. But it still had a form of intimidation to it. Hans had been a Prince, but he was still a man. When Mirage had found the regal, sealed envelope in her mailbox, she wasn’t sure what to expect. And now here she was outside the throne room of a great ruler.
As the doors opened wide Mirage squared her shoulders and gripped her briefcase tightly. The smooth handle in her palms, and the click of her heels against the ground, seemed to instill confidence back in her. She wasn’t here as a private eye or a hero manager. She was here to do what she’d done back with Syndrome; infiltration, reconnaissance, the works. As she looked upon the face of the woman sitting on the throne, Mirage could only hope she wasn’t anything like Syndrome.
Giving a bow, Mirage stood up straight and gave the ruler a small smile.
“Indeed I am, Your Majesty. It’s an honor to be in the presence of a royal such as yourself.”
Something Good: Mirage & Jasmine (Valentines Meme)
17. Muse A was brought along as an awkward third wheel on a date, and then abandoned. Fortunately, they bump into the charming Muse B, who cheers them up.
This was one of the worst things she’d ever agreed to. True she’d agreed to help a psychopath try to kill off an entire race of people, supers, but this was pretty up there. She’d only meant to drop by and say hello to Bob. It turned out he was going on a date with Helen, and somehow he got it in his head to invite Mirage along since the saw her so rarely. So she had smiled awkwardly and sat through appetizers at the restaurant, before she excused herself and said she had a call from the office.
Dashing out of the place, Mirage set to walking back to the Parr’s place, her heels clicking along the pavement. She’d text him later about having been called on an assignment, make up some sort of excuse. For now though, she’d just have to spend the walk back alone. So very alone.
Jasmine was never really great with the romantic holiday. When it came down to it, she did love spending time with those she loved; but when they were absent, it was quite noticeable for Jas. Where Rajah would once upon a time be more than enough company for her, on Valentine’s Day, there was nothing she wanted more than to just… not be home.
So here she was, out on a little adventure. Well, adventure was a generous term - she was simply walking out in a slightly foreign place. Nevertheless, it was nice. Concrete pavements had a certain comfort to them; they were ridiculously enjoyable to Jasmine considering the alternative option consisted of sand and thickly caked dirt.
She had not walked far before she noticed another slim figure on the concrete slab, headed heaven knows where. The figure seemed sad as could be, and Jasmine couldn’t resist calling out. “Quite a nice night for a walk, hey?”
Mirage was shaken from her thoughts by the friendly figure who’d called to her. She looked about for a moment to be sure the woman was addressing her. Seeing as how they were the only ones on the street, Mirage used her deductive skills to realize that yes, the woman was talking to her.
Giving the woman a smile and brushing a bit of hair behind her ear, Mirage stood up a little straighter to talk to her.
“Oh, yes I suppose that it is. I hadn’t exactly planned to be spending the night out like this however. And you? Heading off for a date night?”
Hear Ye, Hear Ye!
“His royal highness Christopher Rupert Vwindemier Vlandamier Carl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James is giving a ball!”
“His Majesty has this decree, to attend the ball all one must have is an invitation and suitably fashionable attire. And the prince shall choose a woman from the ball to be his bride… that means ANYONE can be the queen!”
Good day to you! You are formally invited to Prince Christopher’s ball at his royal palace. His majesty would be delighted for your attendance! Acceptance ends the 19th of February.
Mirage glanced over the letter, on her desk while twirling a pen between her fingers. It was true she hadn’t been out to a lot of parties of late. Her dress wasn’t seeing much use, so why not go out for a night.
She wasn’t looking to settle down, especially not with a prince. Even though she had her find memories of Hans, this wasn’t exactly going to be a night of romance and wonder. Maybe a few nice drinks and some time off from the office. Heck maybe she could pick up a few cases in a new town. Royalty could pay well.
“Alright Prince ‘Long Name’ let’s see what you’ve got to give.”
Mirage set about typing up her RSVP and setting up the travel plans. Time for an adventure.