ioudas: (well that sucks)
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[ When the comm flicks on, the first thing in view is the familiar form of, well, the Shade. In his usual dapper clothing, the top hat and all, but he’s leaning forward against what is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a bar. One gloved hand idly drags itself back and forth across the polished wood, and it’s practically glimmering under the low lights and candles they have set up around the place. Behind him is Cross, who looks quite the opposite who is sitting on polished hardwood floors and staring at a set up of something or the other. It’s not really come together, but the way that he stares at it is obviously not healthy. Or when he gets up and moves something a little to the right and then sits back down again to stare at it again. Timcampy, at some point gets bored of this too and opts that Shade’s tophat is better than Cross’ head. Shade, who dips slightly from the weight, quirks his eyebrows, and then looks up, like he can see the thing, even if he can’t. If anything, he looks more annoyed than anything else, like he has been suffering this sort of thing for far too long already. ]

You know, of all the troubles that come into owning a business, I did not think that this would be it. [ And he tips his head back at Cross, at whom Shade is obviously getting a bit annoyed with. He isn’t really a people person, okay. ] I’m not suited for this sort of work, you know. [ Obviously more at Cross than the camera. ]

You’re the one that insists on babysitting me. [He says it as if he’s not actually present in the room, moving to stand on the bar to reach over things to finish off what seems to be a drawing of a Lion’s head. Therefore, he has to make sure that their liquor lines up. He has fake bottles filled with the terrible stuff he’s been drinking (it’s under a grand, that qualifies as terrible) and keeps moving back and forth.]

Because if I didn’t then this would have been a waste of an investment before we even opened.

[There’s just a look cast in his direction, as if Shade knows that Cross didn’t get this place legally. With Bond gone, it just so happened that they were the two people left with this fine establishment.]

I don’t care what you say, a cast iron, fire breathing lion in front of our club would be amazing.

[He might have already started work on that. What Shade doesn’t know won’t hurt him and if anyone else asks, he’ll dodge the question.] Also, why are you advertising? It’s not polite to spy on a lady while she gets ready, you know.

For workers, Cross. They need to be licensed and trained, don’t they? I’m certainly not the one who’s going to be running this place. That sounds suspiciously like a lot of work, and I’m retired, remember?

[ He waves a hand at the camera, as if that spoke enough about it. It wasn’t like Shade was going to be serving people. If anything, he wanted to simply make a killing on what they made from it. ] I shouldn't be expected to work, these days.

[Cross isn’t listening, he’s up to trying to make whatever it is that he’s working on to be symmetrical. In fact, he climbs over Shade’s brand new bar to do so.]

Cross! Please try to restrain yourself?

It’s not symmetrical, it’s going to look like some dumb kid did it.

You’re obsessed. Leave it, and help me find some people to actually do the work.

Like hell I’m going to let any person touch this. [Don’t you want to work for these great gentleman? Even while they bicker, the bottles start moving, pools of black either moving them out of place, or in the case of one, it falls to the ground, but doesn’t shatter. It just lands with a soft thunk, ] I have to start all over again!

[Being the mature adult Cross is, he throws a bottle at Shade’s head. Shade simply creates a portal and teleports to the other side of the room while the camera gets knocked off by Timcampy’s fat butt.]

[ooc: shade and cross]

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Aug. 13th, 2013 10:53 pm
foreshadower: (Reminisc)
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[ There's a scrap of darkness that floats in front of the camera, before finally pulling it away, not obscuring the whole view, but a part of it, before the camera catches Shade on, well, what looks like a wooden surface. He's in clothes (thank god) and looking rather peurterbed with the entirety of the world.

Maybe it's the fact that he doesn't have a cane to lean on, but there's something off about his position. The wood looks just a touch too grainy, and the cheese of his platter is all too small, like crumbs more than slices. He couldn't slice it any thinner, and he's missing his usual glass of something alcoholic.

I don't often find things that can so thoroughly put me out of comission.

If someone could spare a small glass, it would be appreciated. I've been too long without alcohol.

[ he needs a tiny, tiny glass. ]

Perhaps I'll reward whoever brings me a glass like that with a reward, later on. Something expensive. [ And likely stolen, he wouldn't deny it. ]

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Oct. 4th, 2012 11:37 pm
adumbrative: (This isn't a joke)
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[ When the camera flickers on, there's only black before an arm moves away from activating it, revealing a sweet setup that includes a rather large book, a quill pen, a cheese plate, and a half-full glass of wine.

And yes, that boy looks about 12 or so who just so happens to be sitting at the desk with all these fine accoutrements. He smiles at the camera, but sets down his quill pen. Thankfully, it can't catch how little he's written.

Has anyone decided how we're going to be returned to normal? I understand that for some of us, the prospect of a longer lifespan brought on by changing our ages may be something of interest to some here, but for that presents a conundrum for those of us who do not age; a solution would be preferable then, hm?

[ Normally his voice is controlled, but with nervous energy, his accent is not quite as restrained, and he slouches into his chair with a little, childish huff. His normally serious speech certainly doesn't come out that way when his voice hasn't broken. ]

I, unfortunately, may be faced with an eternity like this, and I would greatly prefer being old enough to not be asked any questions. If one of the fine imports on the network would please hurry up with that, I believe many of us will be relieved and grateful.

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Jul. 15th, 2012 04:49 pm
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (I am a plain-dealing villain)
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Isn't it shocking how people stay in this City?

[ Asks the Shade, who is in his study as usual, his comm set far enough away for him to rest comfortably and his dinner and fine drink to the side of him in plain view. He looks moderately amused with pretty much... everything right about now. ]

Or even, how we seem to keep gravitating back here? What is it about this place that encourages us to stay? What about it is so unique?

Or if you prefer, perhaps you could tell me what about this world makes it unusual compared to your own? Call it curiosity, if you will.


Jun. 9th, 2012 10:51 pm
foreshadower: Tony Harris. (Thought)
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I've found the pursuit of reasonable accommodations to be quite the rigorous process when faced with little income and little references, it must be difficult escaping that hovel that they call the Metahuman Apartment Complex. If not nearly impossible.

[ Note, he is quite obviously not in the MAC, and looking quite pleased with himself. Or at least marginally better than he had earlier. There's a fire roaring, and it casts long, oddly dark shadows across room, and on Shade himself. ]

I'm curious, how have others fared in escaping such a place to live? It's so crowded that it cannot be healthy.

[ And the camera goes black. ]

Private to Fiddler and Piper )


May. 21st, 2012 10:34 pm
foreshadower: (So normal)
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[ The man who addresses the communicator is already in the MAC, and despite the rudimentary furnishings, he looks, well, posh with a crossed leg, and a cane across his lap, although all that's visible is the silver head of the thing, since he's so close. Despite the forthcoming amused tone to his voice, there's no smile on his face. The name attached to the comm simply says "The Shade". ]

Now, isn’t this a sight? Although I’m afraid sophisticated technology like this, as generous of a gift as it is, isn’t quite enough to enamor me toward your city. Although I say, the name? It could use some work. [ A tsk. ]

Regardless, I’m sure insulting your home won’t make a friend of me, now will it? Nor will simply asking all the standard questions, I’m certain. The pamphlet is a nice touch, of course, although a bit too colorful for my tastes. Be a hero, there are villains, it’s all a familiar song and dance, and it strikes me, I’m intensely curious now.

There was an entire portion about “How to Deal with Super Villains”, I’d almost be insulted, but, I’d rather talk about those of us out there, and I do mean us, don’t I? I'd hope I'm not simply speaking to myself, this is a way to communicate with the others who’ve been so suddenly ripped from their homes, their beds, their cities? [ He becomes increasingly a little more annoyed, before this seems like a bad approach. He just misses Opal City already. ]

Back to the subject at hand, of course. How many here don’t fall into either category? It does get tiresome with such extremes all the time, doesn't it?


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