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genessia2016-04-21 10:18 pm
orlokbutterfly) wrote in genessia2016-04-21 10:18 pm
Operation 6 | [Video/Action]
[Pre-Opening Private Action: Gale, Ivina & Roman]
[It took a while, but they were finally about to be able to go live with After Life. It was a couple days later than Gale would have liked, but snags here and there happen, but right now they're seeming snag-free finally. The decor is finished, the bar is stocked, the music is all set. Gale was currently up on the stage, ensuring that the dance poles were sturdy and safe for both sober and drunken dancers. He hooks one leg around the last pole and twirls around it before hopping off. Yep, they're seeming to be fine.
He hops off the stage and approaching the bar, taking the wires hanging from his neck in hand and twirling them at his side as he drops into one of the cushioned glass seats at the counter. He taps his fingers on the glass counter before starting to spin around in the chair like the juvenile man-child he is.]
Everything seems to be set. Music, drinks, lights, clean building, lit sign, all check. I swear I'm forgettin' something.
[He frowns a bit. There has to be something he's missing, dammit! His instinct has never been wrong before!]
[Video]
[Later in the night, a video feed comes on to show a club's stage, dimly lit in ambient lighting to give the place a prismatic aura off the glistening crystal walls. There's music playing while a certain figure decked out in a certain purple outfit complete with butterfly mask is twirling around and showing off moves on a pole. When he decides he's done showing off his personal poledancing moves, he hooks his legs around it and hangs upside-down to face the feed with a grin on his face.]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. To whichever of you lovely faces this may be of interest to, I've got an announcement to make. With the aid of the lovely Ivina, we've taken over a certain nightclub in Nova City and gave it a much needed make over and change of management. The face of Iron Faeries has been entirely changed, and now has the identity of After Life. So, if there are any of you out there that enjoys this kind of life, I fully expect you to stop by. We've even got a couple job openings, if that suits your fancy too.
So, this place is open 24 hours. Age doesn't matter to get in, buuuut if you're under 18, don't bother stopping by from 2 AM to 8 AM. We have a few more... risque shows during that time, not for the kiddies, y'know.
[By that, he of course means stripteases are a common thing in those hours. But still! Innocent minds shouldn't be tainted!]
Out of the kindness of my own cyborg heart, drinks will be slightly discounted for the first three days. I do hope to see a few familiar faces there.
[He gives a salute and the video cuts.]
[It took a while, but they were finally about to be able to go live with After Life. It was a couple days later than Gale would have liked, but snags here and there happen, but right now they're seeming snag-free finally. The decor is finished, the bar is stocked, the music is all set. Gale was currently up on the stage, ensuring that the dance poles were sturdy and safe for both sober and drunken dancers. He hooks one leg around the last pole and twirls around it before hopping off. Yep, they're seeming to be fine.
He hops off the stage and approaching the bar, taking the wires hanging from his neck in hand and twirling them at his side as he drops into one of the cushioned glass seats at the counter. He taps his fingers on the glass counter before starting to spin around in the chair like the juvenile man-child he is.]
Everything seems to be set. Music, drinks, lights, clean building, lit sign, all check. I swear I'm forgettin' something.
[He frowns a bit. There has to be something he's missing, dammit! His instinct has never been wrong before!]
[Video]
[Later in the night, a video feed comes on to show a club's stage, dimly lit in ambient lighting to give the place a prismatic aura off the glistening crystal walls. There's music playing while a certain figure decked out in a certain purple outfit complete with butterfly mask is twirling around and showing off moves on a pole. When he decides he's done showing off his personal poledancing moves, he hooks his legs around it and hangs upside-down to face the feed with a grin on his face.]
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. To whichever of you lovely faces this may be of interest to, I've got an announcement to make. With the aid of the lovely Ivina, we've taken over a certain nightclub in Nova City and gave it a much needed make over and change of management. The face of Iron Faeries has been entirely changed, and now has the identity of After Life. So, if there are any of you out there that enjoys this kind of life, I fully expect you to stop by. We've even got a couple job openings, if that suits your fancy too.
So, this place is open 24 hours. Age doesn't matter to get in, buuuut if you're under 18, don't bother stopping by from 2 AM to 8 AM. We have a few more... risque shows during that time, not for the kiddies, y'know.
[By that, he of course means stripteases are a common thing in those hours. But still! Innocent minds shouldn't be tainted!]
Out of the kindness of my own cyborg heart, drinks will be slightly discounted for the first three days. I do hope to see a few familiar faces there.
[He gives a salute and the video cuts.]
Closed to After Life Staff & Owners!
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[As promised, Grell arrives early to After Life to get her bearings on the place before the grand opening that night. She's also in her usual red boots and carrying her chain whip at her side. The bar really is more impressive in person than on the video feed. She makes a mental note to definitely come down when she wasn't working.
She stops by a pillar, admiring the glow inside as it illuminates her face. How were they able to do that? Sometimes the future surprised her. Heels click on the floor as she walks around the pillar, as if trying to see any seams.]
What is it made of? [The question is more to herself than anyone that may pass by.]
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[Crystal smiles as she steps up to Grell, her black heels clicking softly on the polished floor.]
I should have thought to ask Gale.
[Her tone is light while her bright blue eyes stare up at the glimmering column. After a moment she turns towards Grell, her expression all ease and friendliness. Her eyes follow the curve of Grell's outfit pausing at her hips and the whip at her side.]
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[Grell heard the heels before the woman even approached. When the woman approaches, Grell takes a quick glance at the shoes while the other isn't paying her attention. Too many straps. Her eyes go back to the column in front of her before making eye contact with the other.]
Hopefully it's strong enough to withstand any fights that may break out.
[She does notice the woman eyeing her chain whip. As long as she didn't get ideas about trying to take it, she could look all she wants.]
Do you work here, miss?
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[She smiles, a hand lightly reaching out towards the column.]
Since Gale has already destroyed this place I'm sure he's thought of that.
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I'm Grell, and I'll be a bouncer here.
[She crosses her arms lightly, idly watching Crystal touch the crystal. That didn't fly over her head at all.]
Let's hope we don't have to put it to the test. He might take it out of my pay.
[There's much fun to be had when manhandling people.]
What willyou be doing here?
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[Crystal allows awe to lace through her tone, intending the comment as a compliment. Her hand falls from the column and down to her side while a light smile continues to tug at her lips.]
I'll be one of the Hostesses in the VIP rooms. [Which will mostly involve getting people drinks while enjoying their company. Crystal isn't sure what else might be expected of her yet.]
Let's hope we see very little of each other while working. [She hopes there is little to no trouble in the back rooms. With less people they are usually easier to police.]
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Strong is an understatement, depending on the situation.
[She has to nod at the statement. While there wouldn't be much action for her to do, it also meant things were going smoothly. Something Gale may appreciate.]
I agree. The less you see of me, the better. I like to thoroughly solve my problems.
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Perhaps towards the end of the night we can grab a drink some time.
[Not that Crystal is interested in friends or needs them but it's the polite thing to offer and she'd prefer to be polite.]
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[Grell could easily see why Gale hired her to work in the VIP room. Any man would be allured by her. She wonders to herself if she's some sort of femme fatal. It'd be a shame if she wasn't. At the offer of a drink, Grell gives a nod with a light, one-shoulder shrug. There's nothing wrong with knowing your colleagues, in her opinion.]
Not a bad idea. A nice way to end the evening by winding down.
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[Crystal flashes the woman another smile, her bright blue eyes dancing with a natural sultry and yet intelligent allure. She'd been born with her beauty and she knew how to use it, which is one of many reasons as to why her new position suited her.]
I lack the ability to defend myself. [She uses other means.] I'd love to know more about your work. It's very impressive. [For anyone to do what Grell does takes something more and Crystal easily sees it in the other woman.]
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[Roman isn't supposed to be there but he doesn't care. He's shameless even when he's sober, and he is far from sober. Ivina clearly didn't make her concoction with mere mortals in mind. He sways forward to knock on the pillar before rocking back onto his heels.]
The structural bit looks like crystal or glass, but all the glimmery insides... that has got to be that damned witch. [He shakes his head with an irritated frown.] All that magic, and what does she do? Glowing pubs and galaxy drinks. What a waste.
[Because he's definitely mad about the waste, not about the fact that she got him significantly more sloshed than he'd intended. Yup.
He finally turns his attention to Grell, sizing her up from head to toe.]
Oh? Did Gale hire a club dominatrix?
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[Grell turns to the rather well-dressed man, who is very much inebriated. They aren't even open for business, yet. What gives?]
They were made with magic? [She hasn't seen magic like this before. Not even in Balamb.] It is a waste, if she can do this. But perhaps we should be glad they aren't volatile upon touch.
[Grell hadn't been called a dominatrix before, but she clearly doesn't take offense to it! There is a playful smile on her face at his question.]
Now why didn't I think of that? [Maybe not in this club, though. She crosses an arm while the other rests on it so she could prop her chin a bit on the back of her fingers. ] Why? Do you need one~? I'd be afraid of ruining such a lovely coat, however.
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He chuckles when Grell talks about the pillars and his smile turns ominous.]
Ohhhh yeah, you should definitely be grateful. You do not want to see what she can do when she's... volatile.
[She's been behaving lately as far as he knows, but his first encounter was watching her shamelessly murder two perfectly good henchmen. That sort of thing leaves an impression.
In any case, how could Grell wear that outfit and a chain whip and not realize she looked like a dominatrix? Honestly, the naivety of his neighbors never ceased to amaze him. He returns the playful grin, raising his eyebrows.]
Well, I don't think anyone needs a dominatrix, but I want a lot of things I don't need.
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[Not so much as not realizing, but not truly having it in mind as of late. The girl's got a lot on her plate.]
Oh? Why wouldn't I? So long as I'm not on the receiving end.
[A bit of chaos never hurt anyone that isn't her.
Grell shakes her head at his statement, pushing back a stray lock of hair casually.]
Who doesn't want things they don't need? What's most important is how you get it.
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A sadist, too? My goodness. You have really missed your calling.
As for how I get what I want...
[He steps in close, drawing himself up to his full height to tower over Grell, looking down at her with a smile that shows too many teeth.]
If you ask anyone else, they'll say I just take it! Word is, I'm a rotten, no good thief and general villain.
[He pauses for dramatic effect before he relaxes and gives her a conspiratorial wink.]
...But I'll let you make your own judgments. [He offers a gloved hand.] Roman Torchwick.
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[Grell is anything but disturbed by his words. In fact, they make her smile with all her sharp, toothy glory.]
If you can live up to the tune of your own horn, then you're the sort of people I'd enjoy getting to know.
[She offers her own gloved hand to his.] Grell Sutcliff. A pleasure, Mister Torchwick. [A slight head tilt.] No relation to that Torchmick fellow, correct?
Crystal | OPEN!
Social butterfly that she is she walks up to the nearest person and begins speaking.]
I don't believe we've met yet. I'm Crystal.
[She seems at ease and friendly while a smirk begins to tug at her lips.
If she spots Gale her greet changes and her smile widens.] It's nice to see you again. Did you miss me at all? [It's only been a few days.]