Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 20, 2010 20:05:48 GMT -5
Jazz puts his elbows on the bar, one hand in the other, covering the lower half of his face while he observes the particular faces in this establishment. Funky little blue flying guy, a Seeker he'd never seen before, Shockwave, Hook, a 'bot that looked like...well, an alternate universe version of Swindle, and what looks like Shockwave's big-eyed cousin.
They don't seem to be doing anything inherently bad so far, but that TV ad is a curious one. Seems to go along with the pamphlet an alien shoved into his servos on the way in. Jazz pulls that out, mulling over it. Maybe they got livelier music over there.
...huh, this is written in Pz-Zazzian.
Jazz knocks back the rest of his drink, then hops off the stool, strolling across the floor with the pamphlet in-hand. He approaches the Decepticcongregation, holding the paper up. "Hey, could one of you fine gentlebots help me out? I'm from offworld, and I'm not familiar with the local tongue, so I'm wonderin' what this says - the little guy who handed it to me seemed to suggest it was pretty important."
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jul 21, 2010 23:37:37 GMT -5
ooc: skipping Eye-Fire as he's timed out to continue the pace of the thread
Jetstorm is only gathering because he was trying to... Share the work load with somebody else. He spots Jazz though and flits over.
"Wonderful fashion choice, sir," he says. His optics glance quickly up and down Jazz's frame, and he smirks a bit. Somehow he still manages this without having a mouth. Jetstorm looks over the pamphlet, frowning a bit. He taps his finger against it. He doesn't need to be able to read the language to understand what it means.
"This is another casino. We, of course, are far more welcoming, our staff is quite good at what we do, we have much better slots, games, wonderful shows if that is your thing, and more services for the high rollers than you can bat an optic at," he says in a smooth, welcoming voice. It's practiced.
It doesn't hold any contempt for anyone at all. Right? Not to anyone that is listening unless they're really looking for it.
"I'd be glad to answer any questions you have about our excellent facilities we have here," he continues, tipping his hat up a bit with a single claw to get a better view of Jazz.
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 22, 2010 0:54:43 GMT -5
Why yes Jetstorm, Eye-Fire would love to do something. This is something that he might even be good at. He takes the sheet with a nod, turns, spots Jazz, and goes on his way without even trying to shoot him. Not that he doesn't want to, but he'd have done it much sooner if he thought he could get away with it. Eye-Fire is patient, and polite, even tipping his hat in jazz's direction as he goes past. He also has a plan on how to kill everyone he has met since he first walked in here, and that plan extends to Jazz.
But for now he has to see how much these poor fools are wasting, and sets about observing how many times they play, and how many times they draw more money to keep on playing. Being able to notice small movements and keep track of multiple people doing complex things is very useful.
OTC- AA varsity
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 22, 2010 11:50:10 GMT -5
Jazz is one smooth operator, whether he's a ninja or... whatever the heck this Jazz is. He's not Sentinel Prime's Jazz, not the Autobot that Sentinel Prime could almost consider a friend if Sentinel Prime had any friends and if that Jazz would ever shut up, but...
...somehow, he still suckered Sentinel Prime into going down planetside, something Sentinel Prime frankly never, ever wanted to do again, not after the first trip down, and more, to go check out a casino, conduct unbecoming a proper officer. Sentinel Prime may not be a proper officer, but he'll never be one again if he keeps getting himself into scads of trouble.
Argh, Sentinel Prime should be the one suckering people into horribly inappropriate situations, not the other way around!
As a disguise, he has on a space poncho and sombrero, which are acceptable, albeit shady, clothing items in his reality-stream. Right now, he's just leaning against a wall, arms crossed, watchful. It's what he does. He's trying hard not to call too much attention to himself, but if fussed at, he supposes he'll go check out the arcade, because he's sure not up for gambling and like Pit is he going to try the bar here.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Jul 22, 2010 19:08:07 GMT -5
Well, at least Hook is off the chandelier. A casino employee that looks like it has an octopus for a head whispers something in Swindle's ear, then runs off on other errands. "Jetstorm, we have some trespassers out front handing out ads for the competition. Get them off the property." //Eye-fire, make sure they stay off if you can do it quietly and get away with it.//
Swindle adjusts his cuff-links and takes another look around the floor. That guy at the Praxus Fold 'Em table better not be counting cards.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jul 22, 2010 23:57:52 GMT -5
Of course, just because the competition starts out using soft-sell tactics, doesn't mean they'll stay that way. Once the 'Cons start pushing back, things are likely to get messy.
Hence, why Bovos and crew were having issues.
Shockwave tilts his head at the Autobot who has walked into the lion's den, placed his head in the lion's mouth, and asked the lion if it's hungry. Jazz always did have bearings the size of a Omega Supreme's.
"Swindle, were you not mentioning to me that we needed another DjJ for one of the dance floors?"
Would Shockwave seriously hire an Autobot to work in Club Con? Most certainly.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Jul 23, 2010 3:18:07 GMT -5
Hook totally needs to redo all the switchboards. Or maybe the plumbing, he thinks there was some water hammer. Or...
Either way, Hook vanishes from public view.
OOC: Skippable, off doing nit-picky maintenance.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 23, 2010 11:39:00 GMT -5
Jazz grins at Jetstorm, tugging on the front of his jacket a bit with both hands. "Thanks, glad someone digs it!" Jazz tries to keep most of his face hidden under the brim of his fedora, but not even Jazz can keep that going perfectly - some 'bots will see him, and anyone who knows a Jazz, well, that visor is unmistakable.
Unless they know a Ricochet, Smokescreen, or Stepper...
Jazz feigns surprise at Jetstorm's revelation that these are for a rival casino. "Oh, whoops - my bad, then. Little fella out front was handing them out, thought it might be relevant." Though...it seems it is, given Swindle's reaction. Hmmn.
Jazz perks up a bit as Shockwave mentions DJing, looking up at the bigger gunformer. "You need someone to spin tracks? I can do that, but only part-time - I'm a busy 'bot, y'know."
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 23, 2010 17:21:53 GMT -5
//How permanently are we talking? Make them tremble and fall down with fear at the sight of a Decepticon, or follow them home and make sure they never wake up again? That last one might involve killing any relatives.// Eye-Fire replies. Probably not what Swindle wants, but he did just ask an assassin to make sure nobody bothers them again.
Stowing the clip board, he makes his way for the entrance to the casino, but slowly so Swindle has time to respond.
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Jetstorm (BM)
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Post by Jetstorm (BM) on Jul 23, 2010 20:59:40 GMT -5
"Hm?" Jetstorm looks over and then nods, "Of course, sir," he says. He looks back to Jazz for just a moment, "You'll have to excuse me."
He makes his way back over towards Eye-Fire and then nods to him, "Let's go then, looks like we get to have a bit of fun." His optics glint a bit in that evil villain way.
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Post by Sentinel Prime on Jul 24, 2010 9:01:38 GMT -5
OOC: I... think I'm up? Looks like Eye-Fire and Jetstorm switched order?- - - Sentinel Prime's left optic twitches as he watches Shockwave comment about a dee-jay position and as Jazz appears to actually consider that offer. That's terrible! An Autobot should never work with a Decepticon! It's right there in the rulebook, in passage... ...erm, wait, hiring Lockdown was a completely different matter, and... Sentinel Prime pauses to actually think about this for a moment. Employee access to a Decepticon 'base', right? Knowledge of its layout. Maybe a chance to peek at the shift schedules. An idea of what Decepticons are here and therefore not available to harass Autobots elsewhere. But... following the orders of a Decepticon? This whole idea just goes against the grain. His face screws into an odd expression, under the shade of the sombrero, like he just tasted something strange, and he radios Jazz, //Gotta assume they're monitoring us, anyway, but are you sure that's a, uh, good idea?// He genuinely sounds torn and uncertain.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Jul 24, 2010 11:51:42 GMT -5
Swindle's grin never falters as he replies to Shockwave, though inwardly he's a bit confused. "We were, yes. Drujillia quit last week, she's entering the next phase in her life cycle and she's going to be a sessile organism for a few years." Radios are great for secret conversations, and the conbot makes good use of his. //Should I know who guy this is, Lord Shockwave, that we're offering him a job out of the blue? It's one of the Autobots, I presume. Eye-fire, just make them quietly disappear if you can get away with it. No witnesses, no way to trace it back to us, and definitely no killing relatives. We want to send a subtle message that we know how to play the game.// His optics dart toward Shockwave, hoping he's not overstepping his bounds by ordering a hit.
"Excuse me, I'm going to get a drink. Anyone want anything while I'm over there?" As he strolls over to the bar, Swindle just happens to pass by the Praxus Fold 'Em tables, casually glancing at the suspected card counter and shooting the dealer at the table a surreptitious signal that now might be an excellent time to shuffle the deck.
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Post by Victoria Raines on Jul 24, 2010 22:40:06 GMT -5
Jazz not only has a rather distinctive face, he also has a fairly distinctive voice. Shockwave is not certain of the new mech's identity, but probabilities certainly favor the gunformer's conclusion.
//Unless I am mistaken, this is an iteration of Jazz. Do not underestimate him.//
"I believe I have experienced your work before, and know your skills to be formidable," Shockwave says smoothly, "Hence why I bring up the subject of our need. However, Swindle does the hiring, and I am sure he has some sort of process to determine if you would be a good fit for our new endeavor."
//He does, however, have an excellent ear for music, and popular culture.//
In other words, Jazz would be the perfect DJ.
Shockwave gives a little half-bow. "I am sure we will have chance to speak again later," he says, before turning on his heel and heading toward the elevators.
He has plans to make.
OOC: Shockwave is out of thread for the moment. He may op back in later.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Jul 25, 2010 19:06:47 GMT -5
As Jetstorm takes off, Jazz gives him a double thumbs-up. "No worries man, you gotta do what you gotta do," he says.
//A good idea, no. A good opportunity, yes. Workin' with a 'Con is generally never a good idea, but this may have its uses. Just playin' some music for 'em isn't much, and I wouldn't be in the market for promotion, so it shouldn't be too dangerous.// Jazz is halfway grinning - this could be fun.
However, Jazz finds himself giving Shockwave an odd look. Looks like there's no fooling him. "Thanks for the recommendation." I think. There's just something weird about being complimented by Shockwave.
However, Shockwave does confirm his suspicion that this 'bot is indeed a Swindle. And Swindle confirmed the other suspicion - that the 'Cons have what seems to be business rivals. Curious!
Jazz opts to follow Swindle to the bar, even though he just came from there! "So what kind of process is tall, dark, and cyclopsy talkin' about, eh?"
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Eye-fire
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Post by Eye-fire on Jul 28, 2010 14:58:05 GMT -5
Eye-Fire walks with Jetstorm, already thinking through the likely areas he can ambush and take care of the protesters. It's going to take some finesses on his part not to get caught or spotted, but he's doing what he was built to do.
// You send them on their way, then radio to me and tell me the direction they're headed. I'll take care of the rest.// He radios off to Jetstorm.
(Skippable for a while.)
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