14903/Certainly No Mischief Will Come Of This

Certainly No Mischief Will Come Of This
Date of Scene:	07 April 2023
Location:	Bar with No Name
Synopsis:	Domino hatches a plan with Livewire. Nobody gets injured and somehow Leslie doesn't rant about anything.
Cast of Characters:	Domino, Livewire

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Domino has posed:
Things have changed since Domino had last been in the area. Years had passed. Deeds had been done both good and bad. Contacts made and lost. Suddenly she's back in the area, both stirring up the rumor mill and stirring up fresh trouble. Tracking down where the No Name had gotten off to was only half of the battle, she still had to get through the door. Mercenary or not, the albino with the striking profile had also logged some hours working for those 'hero sorts' along the way. Most people don't care why, only that she played both sides of the game.

Fortunately, luck favors the bold. Also Neena Thurman.

Wandering in like a bike leather-clad ghost the albino is sizing up the crowd, partly because she's wondering if someone here might be silly enough to try jumping her but also because she's on the lookout for something. Some one. Hidden talent. Untapped potential. In a room full of B and C-listers it's only a matter of time until running across someone with the right credentials and a desire to give themselves a boost.

Plus the booze here ain't half bad.

Livewire has posed:
Leslie 'Livewire' Willis is here. How did she get away from the terrible clutches of Supergirl after her ...pseudo-successful assault of the Apple Store in Times Square for her whole ass deplatforming?

That's another issue, true believers.

Leslie is at the bar, dressed like an actual person. Sure, the eye candy quotient is lower, but she's also way less recognizable to the plebs. Well, besides the chalky skin and spikey blue hair. She's wearing baggy cargo pants slung low on her hips, a midriff baring black t-shirt under an army green canvas jacket, and a pair of unneeded hipster glasses. She's nursing a beer, watching the TV which is playing sports. Mostly because any kind of current events might set her off and no one wants that.

Every now and then an arc of electricity pops from somewhere on her body, grounding out on the metal stool. She looks pretty bored. This could be perfect, or a disaster.

Domino has posed:
The sense of drama may be far more subdued but there's a small number of women with such a shock of blue hair who would be seen anywhere near a place such as this, let alone ones who occasionally emit sparks. At first Domino looks right past the girl as if holding out for a better option but it isn't long until Arctic blue eyes settle upon the shockingly sedate figure and a smirk tugs at the corner of blackened lips.

On second thought, this one will be perfect.

Minding the occasional electrical discharges the pale goth claims a stool at the counter but leaves a vacant spot between the two. She didn't come here to get her ass fried like a chicken. The ball is sent rolling with a shot of whiskey ordered and downed, the empty glass idly turned about between half exposed fingers as she considers options.

Subtle approach? Nah. She'll risk getting zapped, no one likes wasting time around here.

"Livewire, right? The social media shocker chick? You look bored." Which should be useful, another angle to work with.

Livewire has posed:
Livewire is well attuned to this place. She's here a lot until they toss her out for going on an unhinged rant. Though luckily that doesn't seem to be a danger today. Her getting too bored and messing with people seems more likely.

Luckily Neena is there to save people from that fate.

She spins her pint glass as Domino sits and orders, eyes sliding towards the mercenary in appraisal. She shrugs and prepares to go back to watching, of all things, The Masters on TV when she's talked to. An eyebrow lifts slightly, most people don't talk to her if they can avoid it. This is slightly novel.

"That's me. Need something, or just looking for small talk, which nobody should ever want to do with me because they can't handle the truths that I spit."

Uh oh.

Domino has posed:
Well, target identified but there's a potential verbal minefield in Dom's immediate future. Another subtle glance is passed around the room, make nothing of the stranger chatting up the hot-headed regular!

Domino leans forward and idly brushes the empty shot aside while Leslie inherits the mercenary's attention proper. Time to cast the line.

"Mostly the former, but it's a two way street" she suggests with voice pitched low enough to encourage their discussion to remain between them. "It rather looks like you're a bit down on your luck. How'd you like to change that? Cause a bit of trouble...maybe get some extra views..." she offers with an airy presentation like none of it's any big deal. Just simple stuff, friends helping friends. Nooothing shady At All.

Polished black nails lightly tap the worn bar counter in thought before she presses on. "I might happen to know of a little off the grid place where your powers of dramatic disruption could be quite helpful. If you were up for it" she adds with a slight shrug. Really, no big.

Livewire has posed:
Leslie is not super manic, which means she's not really pulled too much power out of places. This means it's far less likely anyone is going to get truly blasted. She gives Domino the side eye as she talks, her always racing mind considering what she has to say, honestly almost ready to blow it off until the word 'views' is thrown in.

Her eyes literally glow at that.

"I'm listening," she says as her interest is piqued, the faint scent of ozone rising as her thoughts start to truly race and she gets amped up. "Sounds like my talents might be really useful for what you've got planned," she says, managing to keep her volume low and her tone casual. It's truly a feat of endurance for this one.

Domino has posed:
Further tempting fate as a wayward albino is wont to do, Domino shifts closer and eliminates the vacant spot between them. There exists some (really ALL) business which she absolutely does not want anyone else catching wind of lest it come back to haunt her later. With the size of splash she has in mind this time, initial discretion is even more paramount.

"There's a group of people, a collective thorn in my side really, who've temporarily set up a chem lab in the area. I want them to complete most of their work, let them figure they're on the home stretch before pulling the plug. Prevent the data from being sent out, royally fuck up their operation, put down everyone involved, that sort of gig. All I need is one copy of the data to survive on an external drive. Everything else is a total fire sale."

But wait, there's more! Pausing long enough to make refill motions for more whiskey, the black on white lady then introduces the kicker.

"I also want you to fight me. We'll put on a good show, make that shit look proper legit. Then I'll take the fall, you fuck up everything in sight then exit stage left. What do you say?"

Livewire has posed:
Leslie doesn't react as Domino shifts closer. Normally this is time for a smartass, slightly blue comment, but this is about business, so she keeps her mouth shut. Still, she dips her head in a casual manner, leaning a bit closer as her hands toy with her mostly empty beer glass, listening.

Chem labs are interesting. She can make content out of that. Those places are rife for conspiracies that might actually be true, not that she cares, and this might be faluable, if not exactly lucrative.

Damn sponsers. Damn deplatforming!

Her eyes widen again slightly. "You want me to -what-? I mean, okay, but, like, what're we talking. You want me all out, or dialed back enough that it's not obvious I've dialed back? You want it actually real, or just looking real?"

These are incredibly important questions. Leslie has to consciously dial it back, or she's always going hard.

Domino has posed:
"No holds barred, Kiddo" Domino promises with a Devil may care grin. "I only need three things. Make it real. Don't destroy the hard copy. Don't kill me. That last one I can help with." Even if all she does is trust in her own luck and hope for the best. It's served her well before!

"The lab needs to be wiped off the face of the planet. No one else survives, if you're up to it. I'll even give you a signal when to come in and unleash hell. Do this for me and you can record the whole shebang, including kicking my ass. It'll score you some serious rep, believe me. I'll probably never live it down." Not that she seems to mind with the way her amusement results in showing some teeth.

"They may not be watching but the owners of that lab are Not going to be happy. But, so long as it looks like I was doing my best to protect their interests then they can't blame me for their losses. Besides, at the end of the day they'll still get what they wanted. Everything else will be a total write-off, no skin off their backs. Just the usual risks of trying to do illicit business in these towns."

Livewire has posed:
Livewire raises a dark blue eyebrow at that. "Alright. I can do that. No promises not to leave sweet looking scars, though," she says with a grin. The plan is pretty basic, but she gets it. "As long as you get your hard copy and give me the high sign, I bet I can make that place a crater. After I suck all its power dry, anyway. It's like they're destroying themselves, honestly," she says, biting back a lunatic cackle before it can escape.

She apparently does have some discretion.

"You just tell me when, and I'll be there, toots." Fair's fair with the nicknames, after all. It's probably not the first time Domino's been called that, probably won't be the last, either.

Domino has posed:
Bullseye! Leslie manages to hold back a cackle but Domino doesn't bother keeping a broad grin in check. "Real shame when that happens, isn't it? People can be so careless. Setting up labs overnight, not minding safety considerations... Someone could really get hurt."

Like all of them!

No offense seems to be had at the nickname being tossed back at her, she's certainly been called worse. A point is made to exchange relevant contact information then the pale merc downs one more shot of booze. May as well multi-task so long as she's in a bar, right?

Prior to heading out she slips Leslie a wad of cash in the name of extended discretion. This meeting never happened, these two don't know one another, any future encounters will be purely by chance and/or an attempt at boosted online ratings.

"You'll be hearing from me soon. See you in Gotham."

Livewire has posed:
Livewire takes the cash subtly, possibly the most subtle thing she's ever done, and slips it into her pocket. The shift is immediate, going from covert talking to absolutely ignoring Neena as she starts to make her way out of the Bar With No Name.

Her fingertips crackle and she grins. This'll be fun, and she probably won't end up an ice statue this time.