Fourth Reel: A Mixed Bag [OTA]

[redcinemareel]

[A. VIDEO: invitation to spa]

[In the comfort of her own home, Grell sits in her home office while her cleaning robot....cleans, roomba style, while dusting and playing some classical music, all the while in the background.]

While this may not be an opportune time, I'd like to invite anyone willing to the spa here at Heaven's Court. It's entirely my treat, as we're all in need of pampering at times. Deluxe treatments are at an extra cost, which I'll not be covering, but would highly recommend.

My offer stands for today and tomorrow.

[B. At the spa]

[Grell is getting the deluxe treatment: manicure, pedicure, and occasionally fed grapes while lounging in a leather chair. Her hair is already cleaned and dried, so it looks exceptionally glossy. Who else opted for the deluxe treatment?]


[C. Different day: After Life]

Choose: On duty, off duty, on the way to work, bump into Grell any time!


[D. Different Different day: Making a racket]

[So a redhead walks into the dry cleaners one day, and walks up to the counter. While she has a light smile on her face, the middle aged gentleman doesn't look as pleased to see her. It's just before closing, and Grell is wearing her usual work attire, and not a single thing to give in for cleaning in her hands.

Once she's close enough, Grell places her palms on the counter and leans a bit forward before speaking.]

Did you listen to the message I left? I'd hate to have to leave another.

[The man just grits his teeth, debating on talking back to her, but thinks better and just nods.]

Good! [Grell straightens her posture and grins, placing a hand on her waist.] Then what are you waiting for?

[The bell signaling the door has been opened by someone coming in sounds off.]

Don't keep a girl waiting~! [Grell looks over her shoulder to see who came through the door.]


[E. Same Day?? Different Place!]

[On an empty wall, there is what appears to be a message written in blood. It isn't really blood, but it's damn near close to it! It appeared one fine morning! The message simply says:

WELCOME BACK ESPIO

Anyone is able to see this message, and it easily washes off with water.]


[F. Wildcard: Choose Your Own Adventure!]

Go Wild!!

Comments

B

[fierybluebird]

[Perched on her shoulder as a bird, and dozing in and out, taking birdie naps, with his tail and body curled around her neck.]

[And occasionally steals a grape.]

[redcinemareel]

[Definitely noticed some grapes not making their destination to her mouth! She'd get fussy at him, but he's too cute! So she just pokes his neck.]

Do you want your own grapes?

d

[orangeoutlaw]

[he might have been stalking her for a while, trying to figure out how to make nice... again. Because that would make Marco happy and all that and would make him happy to.

So he comes in and moves to sit on the counter, legs dangling]

Yo. Hows it going.

[redcinemareel]

[Not the person she expected, but he's welcomed enough. The gentleman doesn't seem pleased that they seem to know each other, and makes to get whatever she demanded ready.]

Oh, the usual. Running a few errands before work. [A casual shrug before she folds her arms lightly across her chest.] And yourself? Have you found more merry pirates?

[She's not sure if she would play nice with anyone Ace would find, but one bridge at a time.]

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[youfool]

[Got to make sure everything's squeaky clean]

That sounds lovely! Erm, everything's sex-segregated, right? I've never been.

[redcinemareel]

Yes, of course. You can be as extroverted as you'd like!

D

[justicereigns]

[Smoker was actually already there, reading a newspaper, trying to get a kimono cleaned because... reasons.]

[He just tsks, folds the paper, and looks up at her, gesturing with his cigars (there's two of them).]

Any particular reason you're being extra rude to him? [Maybe she needs to vent.]

[redcinemareel]

[Ugh, the smell of cigars...good thing she doesn't necessarily smell, but she'll know they're all over her clothing!]

Perhaps it's because I've been waiting for my order for a few weeks now. Only now has the issue been resolved.

D

[enchantressofore]

... Should I come back another time?

[ She... Doesn't know how else to take the scene in front of her. The girl, seated in her wheelchair and dressed not in her typical fare has a problem on her hands now. It seems like she also has some clothes in a bag draped across her lap, intending to dry clean them as that's how they're supposed to be cleaned.

If the lack of substance for most the left leg of her pants doesn't make it obvious why she needs the chair, maybe the lack of left shoe does.

Between how uncomfortable the clerk looks and the fact that it's Grell on the customer's side of the counter though... It's probably better if she just removes herself from the situation as fast as she can, right? ]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell notices the state of Adela. She's both surprised and...intrigued. Mostly because of the clothing. They look terrible on her, in Grell's opinion. Redheads shouldn't wear green. Ever.]

No, it's quite alright. I'm almost done. [She gives a sharp look to the man, which prompts him to get to work on whatever she asked for. While he's doing that, Grell goes over to Adela, her smile not as poignant.]

You look...well.

[Besides that ugly shirt, but Grell keeps that to herself.]

C; On Duty (because what better way to get drunk?)

[beauty_burns_gold]

At least working as a bouncer is a great way to destress with idiots around. Though the free drinks Gale's offering for a while helps. And it's not like Yang isn't used to fighting drunks with one arm, in fact there goes an idiot out the door while the blonde was holding a drink! Strawberry sunrise with a little umbrella of course.

She does raise the glass to her co-worker, the blonde clearly trying to show she's okay even if she might not be. Though the metal arm is definitely new. "Hey." she'll greet the redhead.

[redcinemareel]

Grell nods to Yang, watching her toss out a rowdy customer. Yep, this job is very good for de-stressing!

"I see you're at the top of your game tonight." Grell stands on her toes a bit to peer into her glass. "And topped up for the moment."

E - text

[espio]

[The fuck is this?

Why?

Why is his name painted on the wall in blood? Like, he knows who must have done it and all, but why? He stares at the wall for a good long moment, taking a tiny bit too long to realise it is in fact his own fake blood recipe, before heaving a sigh and sending a text to the culprit. Context is not provided. She knows what she did.]

Why?

[redcinemareel]

Because.|

[Not much context from her, too.]

D

[the_heroine]

[He just wanted to pick up his shirts and maybe practice talking to some people while he did. Mikoto wonders if he walked into the wrong place.

No...he remembers that man behind the counter. Not the woman in front of it. He would definitely remember her. But he has to ask, even if his voice shakes with nerves and his face is red from embarrassment.]

Excuse me. Have you used that before...?

[redcinemareel]

[She tilts her head at him a bit curiously.]

Used what, exactly? [What is he talking about?]

B

[swordprincess]

[Normally, Karla wouldn't have cared about the spa. But with all the stress she's been feeling lately, she could use a chance to relax. To see if this is really what it's cracked up to be, and if it can really relieve stress.]

[She enters the spa and hands over the extra payment for the deluxe treatment, because she has plenty of money now. Although she does opt out of the manicure, as she feels that would interrupt her swordplay. She sits in the leather chair, slipping off her boots and carefully pulling her dress up to her knees, letting her feet soak in the spa. As they begin their work on her toes, she stares off expressionless. She only takes a few of the grapes handed to her, as she's not feeling too hungry right now.]

[redcinemareel]

[Noticing that someone else got the deluxe treatment, Grell peeks over to her spa neighbor. She seems a little...new.]

First time, dear? [Grell has one hand and foot each occupied, an expert in not paying attention to the employees while they worked.]

[C. Different day: After Life/Just off duty]

[highprices]

Can I buy you a drink?

[Crystal smiles at her coworker with a composed sort of ease. Her black dress is floor length tonight with a slit climbing up to her hip to show off one beautifully long leg. The neck is cut low but tastefully so and a single silver chain circles Crystal’s thin neck.]

Things have been tense lately; it makes me relieved to see you here.

[Not that she considers herself in any danger but she wants those around her to remain protected. Even if that’s an opinion that Crystal will never voice.]

[redcinemareel]

Tense is one way to put it.

[She nods, rolling her shoulders a bit to get the kinks out.]

A drink would be welcomed. You haven't been harassed this evening, have you? Did that fellow in the rabbit suit come back?

[That was one weird night...]

A;

[fallsuccession]

Oh, I couldn't possibly impose. It's very nice of you to offer though.

[redcinemareel]

It's only imposing if you try to run up a tab under my name.

A;

[gohomeivar]

What exactly is a "spa" anyways? What do you even do there?

[redcinemareel]

...oh, you'll definitely want to join if you're in the dark about what it is. You won't want to go without one ever again.

A;

[revenge_driven]

[No comment... He has... NO COMMENTS....

WHY IS GRELL HERE? How did he miss you...?

He should probably say something but uhm... Enjoy that look...]

[redcinemareel]

[Certainly not a face she ever expected to see again. Ever. Green eyes blinked in surprise at first at seeing him even there, let alone replying. If one would even call that a reply. It's then that she smirks at him.]

Look what the dog dragged in. It's so very nice to see you so...speechless.

[She does that to many people, after all.

He may notice that Grell looks mostly the same. Maybe a bit updated in her looks, but she definitely has a tattoo on her neck, in red and with the half moon fully closed on top.]