11155/More Questions

More Questions
Date of Scene:	06 March 2020
Location:	Wade Shaw's Condo, Claridge's, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	Pez has questions about a reported homicide. Wade spills coffee.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Witchblade
Cast of NPCs:	Wade Shaw

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
It is an early Saturday morning and while some people are opting to sleep in, Wade Shaw, founder and head of Shaw Studios is awake and working. Laptop moved over to the small table in the kitchen area, he has a mug of freshy brewed coffee and a small plate of toast.

Of the two seats at the table, he has chosen to position himself so that he is facing the door. A certain rocker went out last night and didn't come home. So the music manager is waiting to determine if he gets to tease Nick as he stumbles home, or if he's going to have to file a report.

Witchblade has posed:
Saturday. Sara's working as of the early morning. And one of her leads is Shaw Studios. She got asked to help on the whole 'dead blond guy and no body' thing at the concert. So she's here. With the sort of knock that usually is followed by a SWAT team charging in after throwing in flashbangs....Sara's knocking. Her own breakfast is a takeout breakfast sandwich that's in her car. Pez is kind of not happy. Mostly since, well, she's trying to investigate what happened with a blond guy at a concert...and...there's no proof.

So she's asking questions, and hoping, God willing, somebody has coffee. Pez's questions go better with coffee, really.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade was sipping his coffee when the loud bang startles him, causing for the mug to jerk up and a sploosh of hot coffee to end up on his shirt. Giving a hiss of pain, he smacks the mug down quickly as he pushes back in the chair, immediately tugging off the shurt containing HOT liquid and flinging it aside.

"GIVE ME A MINUTE." He snaps before letting out a small string of obscenities while walking to the dresser.

Witchblade has posed:
Pez waits, and wishes she'd brought a team to bust in the door. Idle thoughts of Detective Pezzini...

"You got 60 seconds" Pez snaps back. Hearing the choice words, Sara adds several of her own and a 'your mother, too' on the end of it. Oh she's pissing everyone off. They should just give her extra caffeine before the shift. Or send a partner with her.

Speaking of, Jake McCarthy's there. "Easy Pez" he says. "I'll deal with him. You sit in a chair and drink all his coffee" he says and knocks on the door. "NYPD, we have some questions for you" he calls. Sara's matching Wade's string of obscenities with her own muttered string.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing the familiar voice and remembering the last time she swung by and didn't get what she wanted, he grumbles. "Oh for ch- FINE." He aborts his attempt to go to the dresser and just walks over, unlocking the door. The chain wasn't in place because of the wait for the roommate. "THERE. Just don't burn the place down."

Muttering a curse, the shirtless music exec goes back to walking to the dresser to pick out a shirt. "Crazy neighbors."

Witchblade has posed:
"Jake, next door, plate of iced cupcakes on the table. Bring them over" she says and steps inside. "Who said I'm going to burn the place down? That'd cost me my condo" Pez says snippily. "You just gonna assume I'm going to torch everything?" she asks as Jake returns. It's an odd sight seeing two NYPD detectives proffering cupcakes to a music executive. But that's the sight in Wade's condo right now.

Sara is trying not to laugh at the silliness of the situation. There's a job to do!

"So, we're here to ask questions. And not 'which cupcake would you like' either" Sara says, Jake responding he'd want the one with sprinkles. "Fine" Sara says. "At this rate I'll be baking and asking questions"

"Do we get to lick out the bowl?" Jake asks as Sara gives him a death glare. "We're here to find leads. Not eat snacks. God, are you that out of it today?" she asks Jake. "So. Mr. Shaw. We have some questions for you"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Hey. YOU established the pattern." Wade points out, tugging out yet another designer tee, unfolding it to check the pattern. "Alright, Make sure the door is closed and then ask away. But if it has anything to do with the future schedules of any of our music acts, that will require a warrant. Saftey considerations. We don't blindly give that out. That's an event by event thing"

Witchblade has posed:
"No it's more trying to work out where one of your musicians was the night a homicide took place" Sara says between cupcake bites. She's not that much of a monster to eat a whole cupcake in one bite. Nope. Sara dusts her hands off and waits. "So one of your musicians was at a concert that an apparent homicide" she says, sipping a coffee Jake's got her.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade lifts up his arms, back to the entry way as he pulls the shirt on. So long as Pez stays in the part of the kitchen that the table is not situated in, she doesn't see anything.

"Past performances are fine so long as non-disclosure agreements aren't involved... What date and which musician?"

Witchblade has posed:
Pez nods. "So" Sara offers, going into details on what's been said and what she's beeen told. "The concertwit with a Nick Drago. We'd like to ask him questions. You know where he is?" Sara asks with a nod. "More cupcakes?" she asks Jake, then over to Wade. "Sure ya don't want any?"

Looking over to Wade, Sara quirks an eyebrow. "Good place you got here. Unlike me, you got good taste" she adds, as Sara's well aware how her own condo is. AKA lacking in things

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Oh really? Haven't heard anything about a homicide at any of his gigs. Nick went out last night," Wade replies, tugging his shirt down before turning around, "He hasn't been back yet so I'm guessing he either hooked up with someone, came across a book and lost track of time, or he's hungover with one of his other friends somewhere. Which concert?"

Walking over he looks to the cupcakes and then to Jake, "...These any good?"

Witchblade has posed:
Pez hands the cupcakes over as Jake grins. "Pez eatss them so they are" Jake opines, with a look to Wade. "Where did he go?" he asks loooking serious, the 'hee may be in trouble' look.

Sara looks from Wade to Jake. "So we need to check all the benches, huh?" Sara asks with a wicked teasing grin. "Great, we get to ask the hobos where Nick is. I didn't expect my shift to end like this" Sara sighs and nudges the plate toward Wade.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Wade pauses mid-reach for the cupcake to look to Jake's expression. "He didn't say. He's been going back and forth between Canada and here for the past few weeks so I'm not restricting him if he wants to just go out. Also... WHICH concert are we talking about? He has performed in more than one."

He looks over at Pez, giving her a 'YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS' look.

Witchblade has posed:
Sara begins explaining, with a look to Jake then over to Wade and nods, explaining the concert Nick was performing at, when a drumstick killed a vampire. Good job, Nick!

"So we need to find him, and ask him questions"she nods. "Yeah cupcakes are fine. Sticky frosting. What's not to like?" she asks with a shrug looking very much like the cat that got the cream. Or cupcake, as it were.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Wait, so you're telling me that some vampire cosplayer got killed by a drumstick in the middle of a concert?" He looks at Sara oddly, "That, would probably have made the news. And it didn't."

He takes a cupcake, tilting it to lick the icing off. "Is this some type of prank?"

Witchblade has posed:
Sara shrugs, dodging the question of if it's a prannk, just eating a cupcake while she ponders it. Looking to Wade, Sara looks amused. Not helping the whole idea it may be a prank. Still she sighs. "We neeed to find Nick. So c'mon Jake, we got work to do" Sara adds, and looks pleased. "Keep the treats, Wade" Sara offers looking to the cupcakes and watching Wade, before she heads for the door with Jake in tow.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Thanks..." Wade looks to the plate, "Well tell you what. When Nick gets back I'll send him your way... After I make sure he's sober. But next time you come here could you not bang the door like you just did?" He nods to the pile of shirt on the floor, "Wasted coffee right there. And that is the true crime."