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maskormenacelogs2017-02-05 09:38 am
dun_moch) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-02-05 09:38 am
It's time we saw a miracle
WHO: Count Dooku catch-all (with prompts for specific characters, plus an open space)
WHERE: About and around the Porter cities
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Stuff. Things.
WARNINGS: Almost certain talk of violence and villainy
A: Mr. Gold, Broom Shop, Heropa
[The Count hasn't been inside the Shop before. He casts an appraising eye over the establishment as he enters, making a little 'hm' sound to himself. It's neat and quaint and homely, very much what Dooku would have expected from Mr. Gold.
The sharp-eyed will be able to see that Dooku has some stiffness in his right arm as he steps further inside, favouring it as though he has recently been injured. But Dooku's voice is strong as he greets the proprietor.]
Good day, Mister Gold. I must say, you have a lovely shop.
B: Mark Vorkosigan, Peter Kane Enterprises, Maurtia Falls
[Dooku is already a PKE investor, which is his pretext for visiting Mark's business today. He's taken the step of wearing a formal dark business suit instead of his standard black space clothes and cape, the better to project a businesslike image. But he has more than money on his mind today, in truth.]
Good morning, Mark. It is a pleasure to see you again.
C: Darlene, Maurtia Falls Crime Museum, backdated to before the blackout
[Darlene has been an unexpectedly productive asset since Pinkman connected her to Dooku in October. Not only has she been discreet about the topics Dooku talked to her about, but the Count hasn't heard any horror stories from Baelish about how her 'computer work' for him has gone. And her hatred for the establishment burns as brightly as her talent in information warfare.
Dooku judges that the time has come to bring her into The Cause, aka the Constellation. Rather than re-use the tea shop he met her at last time, he elects to invite her to an 'educational afternoon' at one of his other preferred meeting places: the Maurtia Falls Crime Museum, a testament to that city's long history of villainy and vigilantism. He meets her in one of the quieter, darker exhibits, devoted to instances of scandal and corruption in local government.]
Hello again, Darlene.
D: Anastasya Griffin, Brew World Order Tea Shop, Maurtia Falls
[Others may have forgotten Tesladyne since its robotic founder was Ported out, but not Count Dooku. His finger remains on the pulse of imPort business and activism, and he remembers this company's work. More importantly, he remembers that Hierophant Griffin has now twice been defeated in politics, which may mean that she is reaching a most useful level of frustration.
With that in mind, Dooku has reached out to Ana for some long-overdue tea. When she arrives, she'll find the Count already seated at a booth near the back, a steaming pot of black tea in front of him.]
E: Leonard Snart, Count Dooku's home, Maurtia Falls
[Dooku is asleep when Len pays him a visit- wearing black, silk, monogrammed pyjamas, naturally. His home has an alarm system, of course, but more importantly it has Dooku himself. The Dark Side is strong in him, and when an unwelcome presence enters his sanctuary his mind senses it swiftly. The Count is awake and moving immediately, his lightsaber in his hand but not yet ignited as he stalks out of his bedroom to confront the intruder. He is not happy.]
Who dares?
F: Free space
[Anything you want! You can reach me by PM or on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
stroopwafelling if you want to set anything up.]
WHERE: About and around the Porter cities
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Stuff. Things.
WARNINGS: Almost certain talk of violence and villainy
A: Mr. Gold, Broom Shop, Heropa
[The Count hasn't been inside the Shop before. He casts an appraising eye over the establishment as he enters, making a little 'hm' sound to himself. It's neat and quaint and homely, very much what Dooku would have expected from Mr. Gold.
The sharp-eyed will be able to see that Dooku has some stiffness in his right arm as he steps further inside, favouring it as though he has recently been injured. But Dooku's voice is strong as he greets the proprietor.]
Good day, Mister Gold. I must say, you have a lovely shop.
B: Mark Vorkosigan, Peter Kane Enterprises, Maurtia Falls
[Dooku is already a PKE investor, which is his pretext for visiting Mark's business today. He's taken the step of wearing a formal dark business suit instead of his standard black space clothes and cape, the better to project a businesslike image. But he has more than money on his mind today, in truth.]
Good morning, Mark. It is a pleasure to see you again.
C: Darlene, Maurtia Falls Crime Museum, backdated to before the blackout
[Darlene has been an unexpectedly productive asset since Pinkman connected her to Dooku in October. Not only has she been discreet about the topics Dooku talked to her about, but the Count hasn't heard any horror stories from Baelish about how her 'computer work' for him has gone. And her hatred for the establishment burns as brightly as her talent in information warfare.
Dooku judges that the time has come to bring her into The Cause, aka the Constellation. Rather than re-use the tea shop he met her at last time, he elects to invite her to an 'educational afternoon' at one of his other preferred meeting places: the Maurtia Falls Crime Museum, a testament to that city's long history of villainy and vigilantism. He meets her in one of the quieter, darker exhibits, devoted to instances of scandal and corruption in local government.]
Hello again, Darlene.
D: Anastasya Griffin, Brew World Order Tea Shop, Maurtia Falls
[Others may have forgotten Tesladyne since its robotic founder was Ported out, but not Count Dooku. His finger remains on the pulse of imPort business and activism, and he remembers this company's work. More importantly, he remembers that Hierophant Griffin has now twice been defeated in politics, which may mean that she is reaching a most useful level of frustration.
With that in mind, Dooku has reached out to Ana for some long-overdue tea. When she arrives, she'll find the Count already seated at a booth near the back, a steaming pot of black tea in front of him.]
E: Leonard Snart, Count Dooku's home, Maurtia Falls
[Dooku is asleep when Len pays him a visit- wearing black, silk, monogrammed pyjamas, naturally. His home has an alarm system, of course, but more importantly it has Dooku himself. The Dark Side is strong in him, and when an unwelcome presence enters his sanctuary his mind senses it swiftly. The Count is awake and moving immediately, his lightsaber in his hand but not yet ignited as he stalks out of his bedroom to confront the intruder. He is not happy.]
Who dares?
F: Free space
[Anything you want! You can reach me by PM or on plurk at
no subject
We are here to talk. Regarding a most sensitive matter, to be discussed using discretion... and considered with careful judgement.
[So, you know. Not an ideal hangover topic.]
no subject
[She shifts off of where she's leaning on the display case and pointedly sets her soda on the floor, a demonstration of attention.]
I'm all ears.
no subject
Your work with Ambassador Baelish has gone well. I am pleased with your performance. And it is clear that we share similar ideals and goals... however our approaches may differ.
[Approaches and mannerisms.]
What if I were to tell you that there is an organization of imPorts who also share these goals? One with the resources and the will to achieve them.
no subject
Darlene lets the line sit a sec. Then she snorts.]
Okay, dramatic hypotheticals aside, I'm guessing that your weird phrasing means there is a thing like that, so A, I would tell you that I do not do organizations. B, I would be like, oh my god, this whole time, this was a job interview?
no subject
Not the whole time. To be honest, I had my doubts as to whether you would qualify as a candidate. But your fine work has quieted those concerns for the moment.
[He leans forward slightly, earnest.]
I urge you to make an exception to your rule for this organization. Just think of how much you could accomplish with more allies, more resources, and more information.
no subject
[It's a partial bluff. Is she starving? Hell no. But you have to play small on good scams, don't overplay, and Darlene is super bad at that. She's an all in kind of girl, that's why she switches up her game so often. Stops her from getting bored. And it is boring suckering dudes out of money. Fun but boring.
And this is the kind of shit that she's into. Keep cool, keep cool. She picks up her drink again and takes a slurp.]
I'm guessing this is an off-the-grid kind of op. No government funding. And you're an ally. Plus who else?
no subject
[The Count turns away from her and speaks over his shoulder as he faces a nearby exhibit, keeping up the pretense of a normal visit to a normal crime museum.]
Our membership is secret, you understand. We communicate through code names on a hidden network. But I can tell you our numbers are significant- and growing. Many other imPorts share our frustration with the way things are.
no subject
[Code names, hidden networks. Darlene slurps her drink again.]
If I have to be doing the team thing, I would honestly prefer zero meatspace interface. Who set up the network? I get the secret thing. Call this a professional interest or whatever.