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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De Chima

[curada]

[Heropa had a few museums. De Chima boasted even more, unsurprisingly. Craning his neck, he looks up at the skeleton of a four-footed dinosaur that extends through a cavernous entrance hall. The sheer scale puts him something off balance. His eyes go wide, not only out of shock but a need to focus. By his estimation, it was 105 feet long. Most startling of all, it shared similarities with some of the monsters back home.

He was interested in the natural history of his world. Why wouldn't he be investigating that here, now? He wrinkles his nose at the offer of gum - when had that man come over? - and shakes his head.]

[catchacold]

Suit yourself.

[Tucking the pack of gums back away - after taking one for himself - Leonard returns to looking at the exhibit in front of them. He's seen bigger things alive and well, but this is impressive anyway and takes him back to his childhood, when dinosaurs had been just the most amazing thing ever.]

Hard to imagine creatures like that just dying out.

[curada]

It is. I hear some people assume it to be some form of conspiracy.

[He furrows his brows, and then rests his hand on his hip, showing his contempt for such lunacy.]

[catchacold]

People assume everything's a conspiracy. And around here, they always blame the Russians.

[There's no contempt here, just vague amusement and a shake of his head.]

Could have been time travel. Going back to kill off dinosaurs.

Bar !

[pyrogue]

[ Mick's got the day off tomorrow, so an after-work drink is on the cards. He didn't come directly from the studio, and if one was particularly perceptive one would notice he smells a little like smoke. And not the cigarette smoke kind.

He has a lighter Len gave him in his hand, flicking the lid absentmindedly. He doesn't notice Len at first, ordering a lemonade and tequila. It's only after he turns around to find a place to sit that he spots him.

He comes over, smiling a bit awkwardly. ]

Feel up to company?

[catchacold]

[Leonard isn't only particularly perceptive, he is also rather fine tuned to recognising specifically that smell and it's variations. Even if he hadn't spotted him, he'd have known Mick was here. As it is, he is watching him even before he walks over, seeing how he plays with the lighter and pushing down on feelings he doesn't permit himself to have.

So he just nods, his face not showing any change in emotional state.]

Sure. Grab a seat.

[He pushes one out with his foot and waits for Mick to sit.]

Coming from a barbecue?

[pyrogue]

[ Mick sits down, setting down his drink and pocketing the lighter. At Len's question, he sniffs his sleeve. ]

That obvious?

[ He hesitates, but he knows that Len knows about his problem. Nothing to gain by hiding it. ]

There was an office fire couple blocks down. Ain't one of mine, for the record.

[ But if there's a note of guilt in his voice it's because he wasn't there to put it out. ]

[catchacold]

I know it wasn't one of yours. For the record.

[How does he know? Really, it's a vibe, it's a look, it's also the fact that this Mick, in his experience, can't lie. He doubts he'd be able to hide something like this from him.

Len takes a sip from his drink, the ice cubes clinking as they hit the rim of the glass.]

holla holla get dolla

[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."

cash flowww

[cleptes]

"You should buy me dinner first." Accompanied with a cheeky smile before she's all business again. The meeting place was pre-arranged and scoped out beforehand; no sense in arousing any suspicion with what they were doing. Neither of them needed the inconvenience of being caught.

"It's so nice to make a deal with someone who understands my line of work and doesn't question it in the slightest."

[catchacold]

"Always good to work with professionals." His smile is genuine enough - for him - and he pushes a few polaroid pictures of various items towards her. "Take your pick. Pretty broad variety this time. If you ever want something more specific..."

He trails off, but the meaning behind the words is pretty obvious, so he doesn't think he needs to finish the sentence with anything incriminating.

you can decide what it is, I don't mind :>

[cleptes]

She glances down at the pictures for a few minutes, looking up at him afterwards. "Should I require something specific, I will know to go to you first, sweetie." Or second, if Bela wasn't successful in getting whatever it was herself.

"I'll take this one." Bela taps the third photo to indicate which one she wanted. "I think it will do for the time being, thanks." Her hand slips into her coat pocket and she withdraws an envelope filled with cash, holding it up for Len to see.

[catchacold]

"That's all I ask for." Second, he gathers that unsaid promise, but good enough. He can be second to her, might still make a decent profit from that. He looks up to smile when she shows the envelope, nodding. "SO nice to deal with a professional, really."

He gathers all the photos up with a swipe of his hand, palming them fast enough they might as well have vanished into thin air. "Cash upon delivery or do you trust me enough to pay up front?"

BAR

[airshow]

[ Heropa. Evening. A tacky little bar called The Thirsty Manatee. It's the kind of place that Trickster would frequent, horribly enough, neon signs everywhere, pink flamingos artistically decorated with even tackier accessories, fake palm trees, and even a real parrot up front that you can take a selfie with. It's grotesque. He loves it.

Cold is early for their rendezvous — and what on earth either of them had meant by getting to know each other is anyone's guess. Even James isn't totally sure. But he is nothing if not curious, and so he dons his finest brightly colored Hawaiian shirt (yellow, blue, covered in flowers) and gets his hair nice and fluffy and meets Leonard Snart in the back of a shady bar. It's almost like old times.

Almost. ]

C.C.! [ He slides into the seat across from Cold with giraffelike grace, setting his strawberry margarita on the table. ] So punctual. You were looking forward to this, weren't you? Admit it, you like me.

[catchacold]

Just wondering why it takes you forty-seven minutes to get here. But I guess you had to dress up first.

[Leonard hasn't dressed for the setting, unsurprisingly. He doesn't own anything that would fit this setting and he's not intending to ever do. Instead he's wearing a black leather jacket over a dark shirt, black jeans, black boots and apparently an iron will to pull that outfit off in Florida without getting a heatstroke.

He doesn't even look flushed.]

[airshow]

I'm committed to what I do. Which, in this case, is grooming myself until I'm thoroughly neon and obnoxious.

[ A grin, and he raises his eyebrows just so. ]

Jesus, you aren't even breaking a sweat.

[ Neither did the other Leonard Snart, even when he used to insist on wearing a parka indoors. The similarities are as interesting as the differences. ]

sorry for the delay!

[stealwithit]

[ So, consistently wearing a hood in public isn't weird at all, right? Granted, Kasumi's tend to be rather stylish, but ironically it's hard to miss a petite lady who wanders through a museum in a black jacket and a hood pulled over her head. It's just her style; and she's been around this place for long enough that her cagey antics have earned her a rep for being almost nonsensically mysterious about everything among the imPorts who know her and natives alike.

Even in heels, her footsteps are unnaturally silent against the marble floors of the museum thanks to her powers. She wanders into a gallery--18th century Western European art, to be specific--and finds Snart sitting there. They've only shared one conversation over the Network, but still, she approaches, seating herself next to him on a bench facing a painting on the wall. ]

Snart, wasn't it? Fancy meeting you here.

no worries and I'm sorry too!

[catchacold]

Fancy that.

[He does recall her, even if it has been a while and only over the network. Between the puns and the fact that it had been his first day, it had been memorable. Not to mention that he has a very good memory in general.]

Great outfit for a museum.

[He leans back on his hands, looking up at her. With the hood pulled like that, yes, it's coming across as either pretentious artist or just plain suspicious, but honestly? Either would work for a museum, so he isn't actually being sarcastic here.]

[stealwithit]

[ And that is exactly the type of look Kasumi's going for. Is she just pretentious, or actually dangerous? It is a mystery. A grin turns the corner of her lips as she looks back up at the painting in front of them. ]

That's me, always at the forefront of the edgiest of fashion trends.

I didn't know you were a museum kind of guy.

Bar

[mischiefsmith]

Leonard recommended it and so Loki was here, the snacks had better be worth the price of the ale, because he had two rows laid out before him like tribute. The first row was all junk food and the second was a line of ale. Loki was very picky about mortal ale, either he liked it or he didn't, hopefully his drinking companion wasn't as picky.

Still, it did raise questions, like why did Tequila Rose taste like medicine? What was a Fuzzy Navel and why would you name a drink after something so clearly unappetizing?

The most important question was this? Why the altruism, Loki? Is he paying it forward? Is he being whimsical? Is he just legitimately interested in this commission?

Who knows, but he's here

[catchacold]

Honestly, it's far from the first time someone has offered to pay for Leonard's drinks, so he's not too puzzled about that bit. Walking into the bar he exchanges a nod with the owner, one hand in his pocket as he takes a seat opposite Loki. He pulls one leg up, knee ending up propped against the table as he leans against the backrest.

"Fancy running into you." He inspects the lines of food and ale lined up in front of Loki, arching an eyebrow. "Any of that for me?"

[mischiefsmith]

"It is the damnedest of coincidences, is it not?" said with no shortage of irony as he scooped up a broad bowl glass filled with red wine. It probably didn't pair very well with any of the food spread out on the table, but that hardly matters in Loki's world...he does what he wants.

He gave Leonard an appraising look over the rim of his glass before offering what he hoped was an indulgent smile, "you can have all of the slippery nipples and anything else you like if you can explain why anyone would christen a beverage slippery nipple?"

After thinking about it for a second he amends the statement, he has no interest in drinking all of these mixed drinks on his own, "well, you can have what you want regardless, but inquiring minds, you see."