Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Jan 30, 2011 23:00:19 GMT -5
Swindle emerges from a door marked Employees Only, adjusting his cuff-links. He's not wearing a suit, just cuffs with cuff-links. They have amethysts on them and really bring out his eyes.
The merchant surveys his domain with a contented smile, then strides over to the DJ booth, leaning a hand on the mixing board and giving Jazz a smile. "Everything going okay out here, Mr. Deejay?"
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 1, 2011 18:33:00 GMT -5
Fleetwind sighs. "You don't understand! To me, more dance is more martial art!" he protests. He seems reluctant... he really has absolutely no idea to do the kind of 'dancing' that Misfire is proposing. But then the Laverna's hand brushes against his wing and he briefly feels... off. He frowns after the women, then frowns in general. Could be nothing, but...
...But he decides to take Misfire up on his offer, anyway, aerial as it would be. He accepts Misfire's hand and activates his anti-gravs, following the other towards the ceiling.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 2, 2011 18:38:33 GMT -5
Jazz shoots Misfire a Buddy Jesus thumbs-up-and-point. "You got it, Pinky."
Then Swindle shows up wearing...just cuffs? Combined with the bolo tie deco, Jazz wonders if Swindle is out to pretend to be a robot Chippendale dancer. Whatever revs Swindle's engine, he supposes. "Goin' great - even liftin' the spirits of your buddies," he answers, hooking a thumb at Fleetwind and Misfire.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Feb 5, 2011 1:11:36 GMT -5
Quirking a grin at the pastel Seeker's protests, Misfire tries to tug Fleetwind a little closer as the two rise into the air. Made bold by their surroundings and Fleetwind's willingness, Misfire almost- but not quite- tries to touch the other flier on the cheek.
"I know. All I mean is that we should keep it to show and not get carried away. These organic things can make a terrible mess if you just bump into them wrong."
Would you please stop being a pansy?
Shut up, Aimless.
He lets go and spins away from Fleetwind.
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Post by Elita-1 on Feb 8, 2011 12:47:34 GMT -5
Elita allows herself to be guided where ever Scourge wills. As they move, a few people try to cut in, but she cuts them dead, making it apparent that for this song at least, she belongs to the brooding black bouncer.
Of course, the song is getting close to its ending. Where will she go then.
"Mmmm, she from Tara Lien?" she asks with bored curiosity
"But let me tell you baby, no one is like me. Because I can be anyone I want, whenever I want." She tries to chuck Scourge under the chin and spins away as the music changes.
"And right now, I want to fly," she says as she leaps into the air, making use of the anti-grav power she borrowed from Fleetwind.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 9, 2011 22:21:50 GMT -5
"Archa Seven," Scourge replies, making a joke he believes that only he will understand.
When she spins away, he takes the opportunity to see to the pickpocket, cut in on him and taking him aside - he will put that wallet back, he will do so without being noticed, and then Scourge is going to quietly take him out the back door and break all of his fingers. If he struggles or protests, it'll be his spine. They square?
They are totally square.
A few minutes later and after a trip to the washroom to wash the blood off his hands, Scourge returns to the dance floor, as if nothing at all had happened.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Feb 10, 2011 22:17:52 GMT -5
Swindle would be the best robot Chippendale (Robodale?) dancer ever.
"So I see," he replies to Jazz as 'Laverna' floats up beside Misfire and Fleetwind. He considers all three of them closely, wondering how having them flying around affects the casino's liability.
The arms dealer nods at Scourge as the tanker does his thing, then tells Jazz to "Keep up the good work!" before setting off on a circuit of the casino floor.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 13, 2011 17:59:15 GMT -5
Fleetwind doesn't do anything to dissuade Misfire's near-touch, but he doesn't lean into it, either, only smiling faintly at the almost-contact.
A faint-tease, a near-encouragement. Give Misfire reason to want Fleetwind to continue to be around.
As Misfire spins away from him, Fleetwind 'dives' after him, dipping below the other jet before drifting up, twirling around Misfire as Misfire spins in complex counter-movement. His optics widen faintly as he notes the female can fly, though he does not yet interrupt his 'dance' for it.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 13, 2011 18:37:22 GMT -5
For now, Jazz is content to observe, leaning on one of the tables surrounding him, bobbing his head to the music, and switching things out as-needed.
However, whenever a song change happens, Jazz will have the next song be just a bit louder and/or faster...
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OOC: Going skippable.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Feb 15, 2011 23:24:50 GMT -5
Misfire already wants to keep Fleetwind around. He's the closest thing Misfire has had to a friend in a long while. Which, incidentally, is why Misfire hasn't pushed things. Misfire doesn't think he can handle it if Fleetwind were to treat him like just another joke.
That doesn't mean the encouragement isn't... encouraging though.
He tightens his spin, increasing his speed as the pastel Seeker winds counter to his movements. Abruptly, Misfire cuts his antigravs and drops out of the Fleetwind's circle, then jets back up to try and come up behind the other jet, hands outstretched to skim up Fleetwind's sides. Again, Misfire doesn't quite touch Fleetwind- at least not until Misfire twists sidesways and puts distance between then again. Maybe, just maybe, his fingertips barely glide over Fleetwind's wing.
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Post by Elita-1 on Feb 16, 2011 22:24:44 GMT -5
"Laverna" arches a brow at Scourge's declaration. "Oh my, but she must have something besides looks going for her then, if you're interested in her. Arachnids are decidedly not attractive," she says before Scourge moves out of earshot. It's a revelation to think on, but not right now. She's supposed to be playing distraction.
Those two jets are so adorable, it would be shame to interrupt them.
So of course, "Laverna" does just that, trying to sidle in behind Fleetwind as Misfire moves away.
"Hiya pretty butterfly. How do you feel about threesomes? On the dance floor of course," she purrs, smirking.
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Post by Sable Conolly on Feb 19, 2011 0:29:03 GMT -5
When Scourge returns, he mutters to no one in particular, "It's her intelligence, actually," which he values because he's no dumb cookie, himself. Laverna knows about Archa Seven arachnids, huh? Scourge files that away and goes back to scanning the crowd.
He can fly now, but he decides not to join the trio in the air above at the moment. Maybe later he'll cut in and pull Misfire aside - been a while since Scourge has terrified any of his troops. He needs to do that more often.
Scourge drifts a bit closer over to Jazz. The music's getting louder. Hm.
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Swindle
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Post by Swindle on Feb 20, 2011 20:52:26 GMT -5
Swindle's comm pings quietly and a red warning indicator flashes on the bottom of his HUD, right next to the stock ticker. The glowing text reads "Security Down." Swindle spins in place, shoots Jazz the evil eye, and presses his index and middle fingers to the side of his head as he begins transmitting for all Club Con employees to hear.
//Attention staff, this is Swindle. We have a security breach in the main control room. This is not a drill, repeat, this is not a drill. I want the building in full lockdown, nobody in or out. I want a guard on all doors into restricted areas, and a sweep of the hallways, in pairs, people! And get a team to the control room, now. Remember, if you see a stranger wearing a Club Con uniform, they killed or knocked out one of your friends to get it, and we never, ever have surprise inspections. This is not a drill.//
On a private channel, he sends, //Scourge, I want Jazz out of my building quietly, so the customers don't panic. I don't particularly care if he's dead or alive on the way out. Do me a favor, eh?//
OOC: Assuming that Prowl and Wheelie will eventually shut down security, going ahead and posting this in the interest of not stalling the plot.
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Fleetwind
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Post by Fleetwind on Feb 21, 2011 17:25:38 GMT -5
When Misfire comes up behind Fleetwind, he crosses his arms in front of himself then arcs them up and towards his wing tips in a single, graceful movement...
... that's an instinctual defensive move, since those same wing tips can be removed and activated, turning them into energon daggers. Aerial Dance, as he practices, is as much about combat as showmanship. His fingers hover in place as he reminds himself that this isn't supposed to be about combat, and then... Misfire touches his wing-edge, and he grasps those wing tips, tensing, before lowering his hands again and frowning after Misfire.
"Misfire, it... might do to keep in mind the dance forms I'm familiar with," he warns solemnly.
Then "Laverna" approaches him, and his optics flicker faintly a brighter blue. "That's... actually how I usually do it," he answers, most likely misinterpreting her question.
And then Swindle rushes off, and his optics flare. "However, that will have to wait," he answers sharply, and now the wing tips do come off, though he leaves them de-activated. To all appearances, he is not drawing a weapon in a crowd, he is just... breaking off pieces of himself for some reason.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Feb 21, 2011 19:27:33 GMT -5
Jazz draws a sharp intake of air at Swindle's broadcast, though it's not audible against the music. Go time. A spin, and Jazz pulls a record, fading the current song, to the annoyance of some of the patrons. Jazz speaks into the mic - "Now, now, y'all calm down. I just got this sudden urge to kick things up a notch, you dig? That song just wasn't gonna cut it." The record is laid down, started up, and Jazz steadily turns the volume up...pretty high during the percussive intro, eventually making the song fairly louder than the previous. The crowd seems to enjoy it, going back to dancing. However, Jazz doesn't seem to notice Scourge while he's setting all this up. Ooops... ----- OOC: Jazz hearing the radio OK'd with Swindle. As for the song, Jazz has put on "Chelsea Dagger" by The Fratellis.
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