1037/LexCorp After Dark
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| LexCorp After Dark | |
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| Date of Scene: | 18 June 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Gun Bunny, Dragonfly (Arazello), Vector
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- Gun Bunny has posed:
There's a particularly lucrative mining operation in a small African country that LexCorp has been trying to acquire for the past four months. Delicate negotiations have been happening as one of the only independent businesses in the nation tries to remain so, or at least extract as much profit as possible out of the deal. Last week a terrorist attack took out the country's only airport, simultaneously staged an assault on the royal palace and set a small oil field on fire. The country's currency collapsed in hours and panicked owners sold the mining operation for pennies on the dollar and a guarantee of immediate extraction for themselves and their families to Europe.
Now LexCorp is partying in style. Most are at the stuffy official function at the tower's main dining hall. However, unbeknownst to most but knownst to us, Jerry's Bar down the street has been closed for a private party. Here an odd collection of movers and shakers, power players and trouble makers are living it up. The dress code has gone beyond relaxed and the drink are flowing freely.
It's already well into the night and most of the people have left, but some high-stress ultra-dedicated types are still trickling in.
As for Alexis? The short in stature, big on personality girl is currently dressed in cut-offs and fishnets, a white crop top and is letting out a cry of excitement as she rides the mechcanical bull that was brought in for the party again.
- Gun Bunny has posed:
There's a particularly lucrative mining operation in a small African country that LexCorp has been trying to acquire for the past four months. Delicate negotiations have been happening as one of the only independent businesses in the nation tries to remain so, or at least extract as much profit as possible out of the deal. Last week a terrorist attack took out the country's only airport, simultaneously staged an assault on the royal palace and set a small oil field on fire. The country's currency collapsed in hours and panicked owners sold the mining operation for pennies on the dollar and a guarantee of immediate extraction for themselves and their families to Europe.
Now LexCorp is partying in style. Most are at the stuffy official function at the tower's main dining hall. However, unbeknownst to most but knownst to us, Jerry's Bar down the street has been closed for a private party. Here an odd collection of movers and shakers, power players and trouble makers are living it up. The dress code has gone beyond relaxed and the drink are flowing freely.
It's already well into the night and most of the people have left, but some high-stress ultra-dedicated types are still trickling in.
As for Alexis? The short in stature, big on personality girl is currently dressed in cut-offs and fishnets, a white crop top and is letting out a cry of excitement as she rides the mechcanical bull that was brought in for the party again.
- Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
Nancy, as the sudden and unexpected head of advanced propulsion research, has had a few too many weeks of high stress frustration and sleepless nights. Having heard of the underground party, she begged away from the official function--"important lab work"--and made a bee line for Jerry's Bar when she could plausibly claim to have finished that labour. Despite not really ever quite managing to socialize with anybody.
As one of the high-stress types, she's decided to let her hair down, literally and metaphorically, and is showing up without her usually severe office outfit; sufficiently different that many of her coworkers won't recognize her at first glance.
- Vector has posed:
Liz, on the other hand... Is a bull in a china shop... With an actual mechanical bull. "Sorry! Yeah, scuse me. Out of the way..." She zips between people as something of a blur. A brief stop aat one table to swipe on of the HR exec's shot, then another moment of frenetic activity and she's grabbed a bottle of beer from behind the bar. If it wasn't currently operated by LexCorp-employed private workers someone might say something. Instead Liz is now stumbling backward a few steps as she chugs on her bottle of beer.
The young scientist's wearing a little black dress with a halter-style top, a narrow collar, and a skirt that comes down to just above her knee. It flutters between movements and shows off how slender she is as well as flattering her collar bone. Liz takes a deep breath after finishing the drink and turns to look around. She spins briefly on one foot and orients herself on Alexis first. "Ride it! Whoo! Why the fuck is there a- bull...? Oh... kay..." She briefly worries her bottom lip and continues to turn.
Eventually grey eyes settle on Nancy and Elizabeth blinks a few times. "Oh....Hello. Have we met...? I want to say you're familiar." A beat. "Would ou like a drink?"
- Gun Bunny has posed:
There's a loud "woo!" from Alexis as the bull finally slides to a stop. She gets off it as someone cranks up Duran Duran on the jukebox. The blonde shakes her head with a smile and laughs as she collects her heels and pads over towards the bar. She's near the pair as she orders herself some Fireball. When the server tries to pass her a shot she reaches over and snags the bottle. Popping out the serving spout she looks around for interesting people. The speedster looks interesting! The little bit of inelegance approaches as she takes a sip straight from the bottle. Also ooohs at a passing waitress and a plate of hot wings. She sniffs but restrains herself... too messy.
- Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
"I'm pretty sure we've met, yes," Nancy says with a small, grin. "I'm just not very memorable. Nancy Arazello. Head of advanced propulsions. You're ..." She snaps her fingers a few times as if trying to kickstart her brain. "Liz, right? The chemist? I think you were looking at some of the more bizarre fuels our guys dreamed up needs for."
Her eyes flick over Liz once, assessing, categorizing. "But no shop talk. I need to relax. So yes, in fact, I would *love* a drink."
Alexis' outburst attracts attention too. Nancy's eyes slide over that way and do their assessing flicker. The bottle swap raises an eyebrow. And the passing hot wings get a few snagged. To Hell with mess worries. Tonight's for fun!
- Vector has posed:
"...Oh, sweet. Wings." Liz zips away and then snags ah andful of wings. A second later she's back with Nancy, accompanied by a gentle gust ofwind worked up by her movements. Elizabeth is barely even a blur. "Okay, great. What would you like?" The young Latina chemist asks of Nancy. She's somehow already picked three of the six wings she picked clean of meat and is figuring out how to juggle thee other three to her mouth. Messy hands but nothing on that dress, fortunately. Its probably expensive.
Grey eyes jump to Alexa next and Liz blinks a couple times, gesturing animatedly as she does in a flurry of wildly distracting, effusive motions that zip about faster than the eye can fully interpret.
"Oh. Right. Nancy," Liz calls finally, her gaze going back to the wonman beside her. "I don't actually talk to people much but I seem to remember you being... Not an idiot. Unlike some of those guys ." A beat. "And you got me. Nice to see you here." Alexis also gets a wave. Liz can't helo looking at her periodically. Or everything else, for that matter. She is always looking around.
- Gun Bunny has posed:
There's a small smile from Alexis as she drops her heels and slips them on again. Now she's a bit closer to eye level. Pulling a shot off the Fireball bottle again she licks her lips as the syrupey sweet cinnamon liquid burns down her throat. There's a small smile as she holds up the bottle. "Name's Lexi, you two look to be well, not as boring as most around here, care for a shot?" The girl idly lets her eyes slide over the pair. Of the two Liz obviously gets the most attention simply by virtue of her... exuberance. But she does offer Nancy more than one or two polite smiles as she considers them both.
- Dragonfly (Arazello) has posed:
"Nancy," the engineer says with a polite smile. "And ... thank you, I guess? Most people think I'm pretty dull, but I can be really wild. They just don't see that side of me; the side that uses a hair dryer as a microphone and sings show tunes into it after showering."
Beat.
Nancy dissolves into a bit of a giggle. "OK, no, really, I don't do that. I just wanted to watch your face. Mostly I shop for weird things, run stupidly complicated simulations on the home rig, and watch sports."
She turns to Liz. "Really, just surprise me. I need to be taken out of my routine right about now. Hit me with something that'll shock me. Uh ... something alcoholic, just to be clear. I'm not ready for much beyond that."
Beat.
"And roofies are right out!"
- Vector has posed:
"Got it, keep the rohypnol in my pocket and don't be too gentle with the booze," Liz replies without missing a beat. She blinks once before adding, "And that's too bad, singing showtunes in the shower sounds like it'd be fun to me." The smile that follows takess the place of a giggle; for all her exuberant movements and quick speech Liz has a fairly sedate voice and her expressions remain calm. She also has nice teeth; not perfect, but whose is?
"Anyway, I'll be back in just a second. Just remember you asked!" Then Liz is off. She actually makes it to the bar before pivoting on her heel at record speed to face Alexis and give her a quick wave. "I'm going to mix up something special but you know- hold that thought on the fireball," she observes Alexis gets a brief once over. "Liz. Is my name. Anyway!"
Then Elizabeth takes off in earnest, zipping behind the bar in a flurry of bottles. A few of them fall off the shelf as she is using others to begin mixing up a rapid fire cocktail to the consternation of the staff. Just before a bottle of jagermeister hitsthe ground Liz pauses, whirls, and then scoops it up to slam it down on the bar. "Right! Okay." Zoom. Now Liz is holding out a tall glass of red filled with ice. "This- is apparently called a Red Headed Slut." She holds up a finger. "If you're not used to getting hammered drink slow and let me know what you think."
Then Liz is next to Alexis once miore. "Right. Shot. Hit me!" She'll wait for once, don't worry.