September Catch-All and OPEN to anything!

[catchacold]

WHO: Leonard Snart aka Captain Cold
WHERE: art gallery, bars, Heropa 20 (roguehaus), the ice-rink, anywhere else he could conceivably be
WHEN: throughout September
WHAT: more coolness
WARNINGS: drinking, stealing, we'll see what comes up


[OPEN] The Art of...

Heropa has a couple of museums and a number of art galleries and Leonard is a frequent guest at most of them. Sometimes he even drops by on one of the other cities. He studies the pictures, reads the brochures and sometimes he just walks around for a while or sits on a bench, occasionally scribbling down a note or two.

In spite of regular visits, he doesn't draw much attention, most people seem to barely notice him at all. He has a habit of fading into the background. But he can be found there and is easily approachable. To anyone who sits or stands next to him, he might even offer gum.

No guarantee on the location of one's wallet after any given interaction.


[OPEN] Bar None

Just about any bar in Heropa could have him in it. Usually he sits somewhere in the back or a corner, often with a foot propped up on a chair and just about always with a drink in front of him that has a bit too much ice in it and that he empties quickly.

Maybe he's waiting for someone, maybe he's planning on drinking alone. Either way, he's not entirely opposed to company.


[SEMI-OPEN to everyone interested in acquiring parts of his loot] Cash Flow

"I'll show you mine and you show me yours?" He's a professional. He's not opposed to a line or two however. Actually, it might just be something he also deals with.

But even so, his face is pretty unreadable as he looks around, his fingers absently feeling the fabric of his jacket.

[ooc: If your character is a potential interested buyer and Leonard might have a way to find out about that, please hit me up via pm, at reineke or in this post!]

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[brushoff]

"Careful," Dorian remarks, with a little smirk of his own. "I'm married." He moves to show his ring. However, as he does so, Dorian moves a hand to open his jacket, showing the fact that yeah, he's got the money, it's sitting in an inside pocket of his coat.

He waggles his fingers, practically gloating about that whole 'married' thing.

[catchacold]

"Good for you." What else is he supposed to do, congratulate a near stranger? He has noticed the ring before of course, because it's not the kind of thing someone like him would miss. What's easier to miss is his own thumb moving to his little finger, stroking a long where a ring should be. He hasn't been ported with it. "And good for me."

That, of course, is regarding the money. Leonard takes a few polaroid pictures out of his inner coat pocket and pushes them over to Dorian. "See anything you like?"

They show some of what he's willing to sell, good enough picture quality for having been taken in a warehouse.

[brushoff]

Dorian leans over to look at the Polaroids. He can't help it: he lets out a little 'ooh' as he looks at a few of the paintings. Some of these are good. And Dorian Gray, art snob, is definitely pleased.

"That one," Dorian says, pointing towards something that dates around the 1800s. It's slightly pastoral, with grass and sheep, and really something that you wouldn't expect Dorian's taste profile to be. "When can I expect the delivery?"

[catchacold]

"Depends where you want it delivered." Leonard takes the picture back, another sweeping gesture picking up all the others. He's good with his hands. He turns that picture around and scribbles something down. "If you want it here, it will be there by tomorrow. But it also depends on when you plan on paying me." He writes down a sum and turns the picture back around so Dorian can look and judge. "I don't bargain. No going lower or I'll feel unappreciated."

[brushoff]

Taking the picture, Dorian frowns. It's obvious the price is a bit more than he's expecting...but again, this is art, art's expensive to begin with. He sighs a little dramatic sigh before he continues.

"Ideally, I'd like it delivered to where I work, a club in Maurtia Falls. Baelish owns the building and it's only reasonable that someone would gift the Maurtia Falls ambassador a lavish gift. I'll give you the address and half the payment today. I did bring cash, after all."

And, considering Dorian's got a lot of cash from illicit activities to begin with, that half payment is right there in his jacket.

[catchacold]

"I can do that. But if you want delivery in person, you might be better off organising it yourself, because I don't want any direct association with me." Which is really self-explanatory, so Leonard doesn't say anything further to explain himself. He doesn't have enough of a network here, yet. "I can get it there, with a message from you if you fancy that."

He could do some sightseeing while he was at it, he supposed. "You have a deal."

Just missing the money, so Leonard sits back and waits. "That is a nice gift for him. Big fan of his politics?"

[brushoff]

"That sounds doable," Dorian remarked, with a little nod. "I know some people who can serve as the go-between if needed." One of the perks of being stuck in this place for two years: Dorian knows people. A fact that he just revels in saying.

As for the question, "Of a sort. Baelish promises to be good for the sort of men like us." Aka criminals. "I simply want to help remind him of that fact."

[catchacold]

Someone bragging about their contacts is definitely a good sign, because it points towards vanity, always easily exploitable, but it also hopefully indicates that the man actually has something worth bragging about, which only makes sense, given everything he knows about him so far. Leonard is still getting established here and the playing field is very different from what he knows.

"Men like us." Fair enough. Not that he knows how much they really have in common. "I'm sure he'll appreciate the reminder. Men like that always do. I can handle delivery. You want to add a note?"

[brushoff]

Dorian nods, as he thinks about what the note would actually say. "Just...something like "compliments of D.G." would be best. He'll know who it's from."

At least, he hopes Baelish will know who it's from. They did talk art recently, after all.

[catchacold]

"Seems like he'd be able to crack that code." Unless he knows a lot of people with those initials that would deliver such gifts in such a way. "I'll see it done. If you ever need something else..." He trails off, since the meaning ought to be clear. "I'm getting established, I might even work for commission."

[ooc: Do you want me to actually leave something like that in Baelish's inbox?]

[brushoff]

"Considering that this has been nothing but pleasant, you've got a repeat customer." Because really...Dorian's a snob. He's certainly going to hit up Len for more illegal art, especially if he gets it cheaper.

[ ooc: I can or you can! Either option works for me. c: ]

[catchacold]

"Good to know." What Len likes to do is steal, but he also loves the money, so it'd bring a lot less joy without buyers. First step in getting into the swing of things seems to be concluded after this heist, now he can take it from there.

For now he leans back, one hand on the table. "Half the payment now. I'll collect the rest once I've delivered."

[ooc: here we go!]

[brushoff]

Opening his payment, Dorian took out the money from his jacket and slid it over towards Len. He can't help but be a little bit smug and happy about the fact that he's able to pay with cash and that he's well off enough he can do this to begin with.

"There we go. That should be enough."