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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 6, 2012 20:53:02 GMT -5
Month 9, Week 1, Day 4, a swanky party at a swanky casino in Monaco. Open to anyone who would have a reason to be here.
Rodney is in a tux.
Again.
He sighs and puts his finger in between his collar and his neck. "So about how long do you figure it'll be before enough people are drunk enough that I can take off this tie?" he asks his partner. Then he frowns. "And how 'seen' will we have to be, anyway?" They enter from the hotel-proper into the casino itself, an elaborate affair built into an actual cave, where careful lighting scatters across colorful stalactites and the stone-tiled floor keeps casino-goers from any of that horrible cave-muck. Rodney can only assume the environmentalists pitched a fit over this thing getting built, and he's not sure he can blame them. "Those readings are getting pretty unstable, and the more time we can spend finding a direct access, the better off everyone will be."
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Post by Mirage on May 6, 2012 21:56:12 GMT -5
Addison chuckles. His grip on Rodney's arm tightens slightly and Addison leans against his date, momentarily resting his head on Rodney's shoulder.
"But darling, you look so lovely when dressed to the nines," Addison murmurs, "Though I'm hoping this tux doesn't go the way of the last." Such a horrible disaster of an evening, that was.
"To your point, however, we- or at least I- will need to be rather visible for a short while. I'm not the most famous person here, but I am one of the more... infamous in regards to how I do not sugar coat my opinions on such places to the press. Chances are the hotel press will be watching us a fair bit. But that can be dealt with as needed."
He reaches up and snags a drink from an offered tray. It just happens to be Addison's favorite martini, and also on the tray is whatever has proven to be Rodney's favorite libation something that is surely not happenstance.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 6, 2012 22:45:22 GMT -5
Off to one side of the crowd (and not too terribly far from the movie star and his beau) stands a red-haired woman in an exquisitely-cut gown that shows of her amazing shoulders and toned arms to perfection. The gown is a deep burgundy that warms her skin and enhances the red of her short-cropped hair. Her cold blue eyes- no amount of scolding from her brother could bring change her default expression- stand out vividly against all that warmth. The phoenix brooch which caused both herself and her brother such consternation is pinned just left of her heart. Her shoes are stilettos, tall, thin, and deadly. In her left hand Carolyn- currently known as Morrigan Faine- holds a glass of scotch. Her right clutches a small purse. She watches the crowd with a bored disinterest as she sips her drink. The staff has already leaned to leave her alone; she'll nurse that drink for the entire night. Now she just has to wait for him to show. She knows he will. What happens between now and then is completely up in the air. OOC: It is very probable that Arlen is standing near to Carolyn. For an idea of what Carolyn's dress looks like, clicky clicky
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 7, 2012 19:51:45 GMT -5
"Great," mutters Rodney, though he has a genuine-looking smile on his face. He is pretty good at smiling - and even showing off for - the camera, a mix of his vanity and his natural charisma at play. He spies a camera pointed towards the two (no doubt more to photograph Addison than Rodney) and flashes it a dazzling grin. However, as the two near a certain red head, his eyes widen briefly and he glances around, puzzled. He leans nearer Addison and whispers, "We're not the only ones."
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Post by SceneMod on May 9, 2012 10:50:54 GMT -5
Arlen is currently a Mr. Miraj Citanes, his hair and makeup done to give him an appropriately ambiguous Arabic-Italian ethnicity. His suit is well-tailored. He avoids both the light and the shadow, preferring the liminal areas. Where people do not look by nature, there he is. 'Miraj', however, looks where people will be, making a complex mental spatial map not of where people are but where they are most likely to be one second out, ten seconds out, a minute out, an hour out...
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Post by Mirage on May 9, 2012 11:03:14 GMT -5
The cameras do love the dark-haired celebrity and his red-haired beau, so Rodney may well be tired of pandering to them in short order. There are other celebrities present who serve as distractions, at least, so Addison and Rodney need not be "on" all the time.
"Mmm?" Addison murmurs, turning slightly into Rodney as he does so, "Do tell."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 9, 2012 11:13:15 GMT -5
Carolyn's eyes narrow as the playboy Addison Payne and his lover pass near her. Mr. Pryor bears watching, but he isn't the target of the night. Still, she finds herself staring at the stuntman's back much longer than is prudent.
She sips her scotch, mentally berating herself. She's being unprofessional enough as it is. Let's not turn this into amateur night.
An older man in a tux that doesn't fit him nearly so well as it should for the money spent on it moves up next to Carolyn, introduces himself, and begins to attempt small talk. Carolyn ignores him, hoping that will make him go away. Unfortunately, he seems to be the type to take her lack of response for quiet acquiescence to his presence.
Hopefully, he won't try to touch her.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 10, 2012 18:09:18 GMT -5
Rodney leans near Addison, a sly smile on his face as though he were in the process of murmuring a sweet nothing into his lover's ear. What he actually says, however, is something quite different.
"There's another Cybertronian in this room." He glances around the room, and in the process, his gaze sweeps past Carolyn and Arlen, though they don't pause on them. Then he leans in towards Addison and murmurs something else.
"And something.... else. Not of Earth, not one of us," he whispers, the flirty smile on his face a contrast to his actual words.
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Post by SceneMod on May 10, 2012 22:28:18 GMT -5
Arlen is supposed to quietly observe Mr. Pryor and assess his threat potential. Instead, he finds himself staring at Addison Payne instead. Arlen feels a little dumbstruck, really.
Is this what attraction feels like?
He never knew. Blankly, Arlen tries to decide what to do. Oh, Carolyn appears to be... vaguely in trouble. Maybe he should go help her? Yes?
But he can't quite stop staring at Mr. Payne.
In a moment, he decides. Before Carolyn breaks the man's arm.
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Post by Mirage on May 14, 2012 21:48:30 GMT -5
Addison chuckles and nips playfully at Rodney's neck, just in time for one of the press cameras to snap a shot. Addison tries to follow the motion up with a bit of snuggling, murmuring as he does so.
"One of us could be problematic enough, given why we're here. Something else...."
"Specific prospects, or is the room too crowded for that?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 14, 2012 22:07:18 GMT -5
Carolyn's knuckles are stark white against her tumbler. Mentally, she runs through the steps: crack the glass as she twists, jab the shard into his eye, vault the railing, drop into a gate, and gone. Except that she can't do that because that would make enduring these clothes and these shoes and all the touching pointless. She starts running practice missions in her head instead in an attempt to take her mind off the idiot.
Finally, she decides that it would be safer for all involved if she moved. Carolyn steps into the crowd, looking as if she is headed toward the bar. A tug on her sleeve by the drunken lout causes her to whirl back toward him. The glass does crack, but the combination of her inexperience in heels and a jostling crowd saves the man from a maiming.
It also results in her falling against a certain red-haired FX expert.
OOC: Falling into Rodney with permission.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on May 15, 2012 21:00:39 GMT -5
Rodney opens his mouth to answer Addison when Carolyn stumbles into him from behind. Quickly, he pivots to catch her and prevent any further falling, but in that moment of contact the full... familiarity of the life force held in this body hits him.
Arcee.
For a moment, his eyes widen, but he recovers quickly and gives her a charming, slightly cocky grin. "Usually it takes a bit more effort before the gorgeous ones are throwing themselves at me." He makes sure she's recovered and steady on her feet before he lots go, but despite the remark, he does let go quickly enough, and looks over her with concern. "But seriously, are you all right?"
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Post by SceneMod on May 19, 2012 19:42:58 GMT -5
Arlen starts to subvocalise to Carolyn, //Carolyn, I need you to - oh, good. You figured it out! Yes, distract Mr. Pryor. Make sure his attention is all on you.//
Maybe if Mr. Pryor totally shuns Mr. Payne, Arlen will have a chance! He does not pause to think about how completely ignoring the mission to go chase a handsome man is unusual behaviour for him that probably indicates foul play. He does not think about how trying to use his captain as a wingman is completely inappropriate. He's on vacation. Instead, he is busy watching the room to try to figure out where the next server with the next drink for Mr. Payne is.
Arlen moves through the crowd, intercepts said drink, snatches it up, and then he makes his way over to Mr. Payne. He offers the drink, a smile, and an elegant half-bow.
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Post by Mirage on May 20, 2012 11:12:07 GMT -5
Addison turns as Rodney is jostled, though he leaves the catching of the lovely to Rodney. The slight change in Rodney's expression isn't missed by Addison, nor is the fact that the young woman's hand is bleeding as it grips her broken glass. A murmured word to a server, and the call is put out for a manager and medic.
The model stands to one side as he finishes his first drink, a rather indulgent look to his expression. After all, they have a publicly open relationship. The press can have some fun snarking about how turnabout is fair play and all that rot.
His empty glass is dropped on a passing tray. Addison automatically turns to take a fresh glass, which his station dictates must be waiting for him, and quirks a brow at the person offering it.
"You're not a server, so I shouldn't take the drink," he says with a lazy smile, "but if I'd refused drinks from strangers throughout my life, I'd have missed out on some most excellent company." As he speaks, Addison does take the drink, tipping it slightly in salute toward Arlen.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on May 20, 2012 11:45:49 GMT -5
OOC: Addison took liberties mentioning Carolyn's injury because I play both of them.
"I'm fine," Carolyn says icily a she pushes away from Rodney, "It's the idiot who touched me who isn't going to be fine." She twists so that she can watch both Rodney Pryor and the person who caused this incident in the first place. Or try to at least- the man who accosted her seems to have blended into the crowd. Carolyn scowls.
"Drunken bastard better stay the frag away from me."
She looks down at her hand and scowls again. Her first impulse is to rip off part of her dress and wrap the cut, but even she knows that wouldn't be appropriate in this setting. Luckily, hotel staff is there a moment later to tend her. She looks rather annoyed at the entire fuss.
She shoots Arlen a look. What the hell is he doing?
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