2841/Open Day

Open Day
Date of Scene:	14 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Joker, Nixe

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Joker has posed:
Word gets around. Especially when it's been shouted around town with a megaphone. It takes some doing though to know that the Clown Prince of Crime was, in fact, being serious. So word really got around. The Joker was holding an open day... whatever that was. Maybe he was hiring? Looking to be hired? The few bold enough to ask haven't said what they heard... they're laughing too hard now to tell anything to anyone anymore kids.

No time and place were... announced? yeah, that's it, but that wouldn't deter those in the know as to where to go. The normally busy club's been emptied. No one's even at the door. Considering who's place it is and who's... borrowed it? It took some doing. But curious, desperate or just looking for a laugh... The Joker's there, sitting in a chair, center stage, spotlight upon him, waiting to see who shows up.

Nixe has posed:
The sound of rubber boots on tile echo through the club as a youth steps in from the side door. She's a thin, mostly forgettable young woman in an olive hiking coat and jeans, with fine black hair that falls into her neck gaiter, except for a few rebellious strands that hang loosely around her shoulders.

She studies the pale clown from the doorway contritely before stepping forward, letting footfalls make her introduction.

Joker has posed:
The lights, as few and poor as they are, come on. From behind the bar a voice says, "... well? What can I get you?" Following the sound would see a grinning, surprisingly good likeness of the Joker as more of a Manny Quinn than anything else... but then a second dummy 'interjects' "Don't listen to anything he says, the guy's insane!" This one dressed like a waiter, complete with white cloth over his arm, then a third, 'holding' a brush, in janitorial gear 'says', "My people prefer the term lunatic."

The real deal sighs and puts a hand over his face... he groans, "You can't get the help these days. So stiff, so wooden, so very much me, me and more me besides. Come on in! Sit down! My borrowed without the owners permission is your borrowed without the owners permission! Step right up and come on down! What's your name and where do you come from contestant number one?"

Nixe has posed:
The youth jumps as the dummies speak up around her, one foot falling back hesitantly towards the doorway. She frowns and her hands clench into little fists as she turns back to the genuine article. Indecision flickers across her earthy hazel eyes before the vagrant gets up the gumption to step forward and move into the center of the room.

"Contestant?" she echoes cautiously. "I'm Camila from Brazil-a. I heard you could... help me with something," the young woman broaches.

Joker has posed:
The Joker stands, grinning broadly, even for him, and says, nodding to the chair he just got out of, "Take a seat. Camila? Liked the joke though... and yes, there's plenty I can help you with. In fact I'm in a rather generous mood, hence the little favors I've been gining out lately," He pauses to motion again at the chair, "Sit down! Relax! Tell me all about it and I'm sure I can be persuaded to help out..." He then chuckles softly, "Figure of speech. There's plenty about the right person that might have their luckiest time with today." Not too cocky, not too indifferent. He's waiting to see what she does, get a read, and take it from there.

Nixe has posed:
The young Brazilian raises an eyebrow skeptically as she looks between the Joker and his chair. After a few seconds' thought, she grudgingly steps forward and sits down. "I am um pouco... young for this place," she confesses, scratching her cheek awkwardly as her gaze flits to the poles nearby. "You can make me a card that says I am not?"