5928/Iceberg Ain't Just Lettuce Anymore!

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Iceberg Ain't Just Lettuce Anymore!
Date of Scene: 06 December 2018
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Typhoid Mary, Sabretooth, Crossbones, Catwoman, Caim Kataras, Lex Luthor




Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Mary's just goin' about her business, cleaning up things in her ratty temporary apartment on the monthly, like usual when she realizes something's stuck to the bottom of her boot. Opening her window she tosses out an armload of empty beer bottles, old pizza boxes with desiccated crusts and mostly empty cheese cups, and junk mail...right onto the ground below! Now, usually, there's an open Dumpster down there, but if her aim's off, or if the top is closed, well... not her problem! She kicks her foot up to her hand and snatches the neon green flyer off the bottom of her boot. "BBQ, BOOZE, and BABES! Come have some fun at the Iceberg Lounge in Gotham! If you buy the BBQ, you get two free rounds of alcohol of your choice! Details at..."

    She pulls out her cellphone and squints at the display. Huh. She navigates to her contacts and rings up Brock. "Hey, Bonesy. Meet me at that lettuce place in Gotham. The BBQ's on you," she says and hangs up before he can protest. She texts him the address to the Iceberg, crumples the flyer and tosses it out the window before slamming it shut, and heading out of her apartment. Her timing...rocks!

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor Creed doesn't venture to Gotham much, but he has heard stories about the Iceberg Lounge. The money flows through there and a great place to make contacts if need be. It seems like it has been too long since his last job. He is making his way through Gotham when a flyer, caught by the cold December wind, slaps Victor across the face. With a growl he yanks it down and is about to shred it when he sees the same message. "Guess it is fate then," he says to himself as he begins to head towards the fabled club.

Crossbones has posed:
Brock Rumlow parked his motorcycle outsidse, waiting a bit for Typhoid to show up. Dames are usually late, just comes with the territory. Crazy ones more than most, although, really, all women are crazy. Mary just wears it a little bit on her sleeve, so to speak.

Brock is without his mask for the moment, his tattooed throat on display and his head trimmed in a tight undercut, a throwback style popular among young toughs and hobbist fascists since time immemorial. He finishes off his cigarette, tossing it in the gutter when he sees Mary approaching, "You deal with the bouncers. You got what they call 'charm'."

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman is seated inside the Iceburg Lounge with a martini. Penguin isn't on good terms with her but she's not on his "kill first" list yet. So tonight at least she can take a break from burglaring here without being womanhandled. She watches the club with a detached gaze, keeping an eye out for anyone she knows.

Caim Kataras has posed:
    Caim arrives to the lounge, being let in easily enough. He looks around to see all the various people and he moves to a seat by Catwoman, ignoring her for the most part. He gets up to the bar, ordering a martini and once given, eats the olive that came with it and sits back down. "Cheery place." He says to the woman as he looks to her for a moment. "You wouldnt happen to be the elusive cat burglar, Catwoman, would you?"

Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Mary isn't THAAAAT late. She did walk her way to the Iceberg, while Crossbones' lazy ass drove his sweet lil' motorcycle, so there's THAT fact. But, it's really not that long a wait before Typhoid's sauntering her sexy self up the street, dressed as she usually is -- which is to say, not entirely -- and in the cold night air, she's giving off a full-body aura of condensation steam as she steps up to Brock.

    "My pleasure, Bonesy," she smiles pleasantly and playfully hip-checks him as she walks up to the Iceberg's bouncers. She smiles at them in the right way, says the right words, and crooks a finger to Brock as she disappears into the depths of the bar. It smells richly of liquor and smoke, both cigarette (which is supposed to be illegal, but hahahahaha) and BBQ smoke! She inhales deeply, putting her hands on her tummy as she exhales with loud, obvious relish. "I'm HANGRY, baby!" she grins to Crossbones and almost kittenishly quick-steps up to the hostess on duty for this special night and holds up two fingers, "He's payin'," she grins, cocking her head back in Brock's direction. THEN, she starts looking around for familiar faces.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor makes it to the Lounge after Mary and Brock had gone inside. When he makes his way towards the door, he is known. The near giant mutant growls softly and the men move. He is dressed in a gray tshirt that has the logo of Los Pollos Hermanos stretched across his chest with no apparent notice of the cold air outside. Walking through the door, he pushes his long hair back out of his face as he looks around the room. Crowded, but that was to be expected. From what he had heard, it usually was and with a wide spectrum of law abiding citizens somewhere about. He is making his way up to the bar, glancing to either side, and then to the bartender.

    "Whiskey. And I'll keep the bottle." He drops some bills on the bar and pours himself a drink. He takes a sip before looking once more around the room to really see what is going on.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman looks at Caim, "No I am not. And I do not want a drink from you or a date. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She doesn't have the look of someone teasing or kidding around. She is completely serious. Her eyes do not leave Caim as she takes another drink from the martini.

Crossbones has posed:
First of all, his motorcyle is not little. It's, if anything, oversized, one of those long motorcycles that guzzles gas and spews black fumes behind it. He snorts when she offers up his wallet, but nods to the woman, following the bubbly psychopath inside. He reassesses, although it's not his first time here, spotting the exits, making sure he knows the paths to get to them, keeping an eye out for threats or trouble to watch out for.

In theory, everyone here should be cool, but it's a particular flavor of cool, the kind of cool which occasionally includes shooting one of your fellow bar patrons in the face. And Brock liked to be the one doing the shooting, not the one eating the bullet. "So, whatcha want, red? Ribs? Chicken? Whatever the fuck that is?" he says, gesturing towards an indeterminate animal passing on a skewer over a waitresses' shoulder.

Caim Kataras has posed:
    "Clearly a woman who knows what she wants." Caim says as he sips his own martini and looks around at the various other people. When Victor comes in, he gets up and walks over to the man. "Only time a fella drinks like that is when they are about to kiss a girl, or kill a man." He says as he watches the man. "Which is it?"

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman watches Caim walk away. She doesn't say a word but notes who the man approaches. She takes another drink from her martini and resumes her rounds of watching the other patrons.

Lex Luthor has posed:
Looks like someone tipped off someone else about this gathering. Socializing at a well known merc bar? A good place to have informants.

It might or might not come up as a surprise then when a man in his late 30s with blonde hair and blue eyes walks up to each customer in turn, placing a note near them, starting with where Victor is at, and without a word slips an unremarkable looking tablet computer onto an empty table in a back room, "someone would like to have a word with all of you about a business proposal. The tablet in the back."

The man himself starts to walk over to one of the back tables himself, after.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Mary's eyes go wide as she catches sight of Victor. She's done a few jobs with him, in the past, and they get on well enough. She bounces on the balls of her feet a few times as Brock dishes out the funds for the BBQ special, and turns to look back at him, motioning him to follow her to the bar. She links arms with him against his will, probably, but hangs on and gushes to him like a little girl to Santa at Christmas, "I want sommmmme ribs, and some sausage, and some chicken, and more sausage, and more ribs, and a pony, and some new blaaaaades..."

    She's in a positively disgustingly cheerful mood, for some unknown reason. "Sayyyyyyyy, Vic! It's been a while! How're you doin'?" she says, bellying up to the bar and slapping its top to get the bartender's attention. She orders some tequila and insists on keeping the bottle, too. "Heyyy, first TWO rounds're -free-," she informs the bartender, smiling, clicking her tongue, winking, nodding, AND finger-gunning simultaneously. Juuuust a hint of coercion, there, but really, it's so subtle! She clears her throat and looks down as a note finds its way into her line of sight and she squints at it for a moment. "Wha? Business, already? I haven't even cracked this baby open!" gesturing with her tequila bottle.

Crossbones has posed:
Brock Rumlow doesn't really have on and off duty. He's just himself, regardless of circumstances. Sometimes he wears a mask. He's always ready to kill people, it's just sometimes he gets paid for it.

He keeps behind Mary, eying Vic warily and chucking his head at the big man. Reputation precedes the mutant, of course. He ain't hard to recognize.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Night's still young," Victor growls before taking another sip from his glass and then finally turning to look at Caim. "Usually ends up that latter, but..." He shrugs and starts to pick out a few familar faces here and there. He lets out a slow smile as Mary recognizes him and calls out his name. He nods as she approaches. "Mary. Been getting along alright?" he says with a slight chuckle. He turns to look over Brock who comes along with Mary and nods to the large man.

    He is about to take another drink when the apparent messenger walks through the crowd. He blinks as the blonde haired man walks up and places a slip of paper near him. He glances once over at Caim before picking up his paper. His eyes dart for a moment before he is slipping the chit into his pocket. "Guess so," he says to Mary's question about work. "About time." He takes his glass and bottle and starts heading towards the back room.

Caim Kataras has posed:
    "Take care." Caim says to Victor before watching mary. "Well arent you a popular one. What do you do for a living?" He asks curiously as he walks along with Mary, sipping his martini and watching her curiously. He turns to the other man with her and nods. "I do a bit of everything. Thing is its hard to find something fun these days. In my younger days there were all sorts of monsters to kill."

Lex Luthor has posed:
When everyone is gathered, the tablet lights up. The screen turns static for a moment, before a pure blue humanoid face pops up on the screen, along with L1 above the talking head. The voice is distorted and electronic too, making identification impossible even to sensitive ears, "Welcome, everyone. You can call me L1. I represent a coalition of interests with vast resources and skill, and you've all come highly recommended for mercenary work. I have an employment offer, if anyone is interested in steady work for those willing to handle... interesting jobs."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Typhoid smiles to Victor as he greets her, flipping her dreads over her shoulder and tucking the tequila bottle under her arm, "Yeahhhh, been good, been good! You look good! Anythin' interesting lately? Me and Bones, here, recently did a job that was pret-ty sweet. I'd always heard good things 'bout him, and we had a good time. I dragged him out for some BBQ and booze," she smiles and gently nudges Brock in the ribs. When Vic starts heading back, so too goes Typhoid, and she tries to gently drag Brock along with her.

    As Caim slides up beside her and starts schmoozin', she's instantly on her guard, hearing out what he has to say. "I do what needs doin' for people who know how to find me and pay me good money to help 'em out," she says. "Who's askin'?" she asks with an arched brow and more than a little menace in her expression. Her attention is then drawn to the tablet where this L1 thing starts talkin', She furrows her brows, unscrewing the tequila bottle and taking a deep plug from it as the Blue Man Group talking head talks. When it finishes, Typhoid Mary gestures at the tablet and says, "That. That's what I do."

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor stays back against the wall, but he is watching the floating head with interest. He crosses his arms across his chest so that the whiskey bottle hangs under his left elbow in his right hand. "Good to know I have high recommendations," he says to no one in particular as he listens to the pitch. "Can you hear us if we have questions?" he calls out now to the floating head.

Crossbones has posed:
Brock Rumlow has heard this spiel before, having encountered L1 not that long ago. Still, that was a discrete sort of meeting and he's not about to shout HEY MAN WHAT'S SHAKIN'.

Instead he keeps his piece, snatching someone else's beer off the passing tray of a waitress. It's intended drinker starts to get up from his seat to complain about it until Brock stares him down.

"S'long as we still get the BBQ, you can propose anything you like, Mr. iPad."

Caim Kataras has posed:
    "If these jobs are truely interesting then I will do them. You would be surprised what people think interesting is. Course the last time I accepted an employer before hearing the terms, I got roped into the nazi party by hitler." He says calmly as he watches the head.

Lex Luthor has posed:
"I can hear you just fine. This tablet has a microphone in it." The voice continues, "I've been looking to approach all of you at a better time, but then you all came here for a gathering at once. We have a number of operations planned, and the resources and money to back them up. You all have reputations as mercenaries and freelancers in your own ways. We don't require commitment... but if you want to be kept at arms length, expect the same from us. Do I have your attention?"

Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Typhoid Mary's brows raise at the comment Caim makes, but not for the reason he thinks. She makes a ZIP-the-LIP gesture with one hand surreptitiously, looking backwards briefly at Brock...who seems to be distracted with his beer and eyeing a plate of ribs going by. Her stomach grumbling loudly, she grabs his lapel and whispers into his ear something that sounds suspiciously like, "GO GET US SOME RIBS" to anyone within standing distance.

    To the pad, she nods her head and rolls a hand, as if encouraging L1 to move on with the conversation. "If we weren't interested, we'da left by now, Lil' Boy Blue. We came here for eats and drinks, so make with the spiel," she says kindly. So kind. Very polite, our Mary.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor seems placated by the response to his question and takes a drag from his whiskey bottle. "You do," he replies to the question asked by L1. He looks slowly around the table at the others that have come here. "At least mine. I don't speak for the rest, but arms length suits me just fine. Last time I got too involved with operations, I ended up being cloned and have parts of me used for testing." He growls as he falls silent then. He looks once more at the collections of brigands around him before looking back to L1. "But the lady is right. Lets hear it so we can eat."

Crossbones has posed:
Brock Rumlow rolls his tongue around in his mouth at Caim's comment, giving the man a dead-eyed stare for a moment. His old boss worked for Hitler, too. Bosom pals, in fact.

"Which parts of you were they testing?" he says instead to Victor, "So, what, you just keep your peepers on places like this in case a bunch of bad motherfuckers decide to come and get some ribs? I gotta say, I admire your patience. I've done security details. Watching cameras gets real old, real fast," he says. "Ain't no nevermind to me anyway. Who you want dead?"

Caim Kataras has posed:
    "I believe the man speaks for all of us when he asks that." Caim says as he silences himself and looks to the others. He finishes his martini and orders some wings and beer, seeming to change the class of his drink quickly as he waits for the man to talk.

Lex Luthor has posed:
"We have several candidates in mind, and will get back to you about specifics. Since I have affirmatives from everyone, when you leave tonight, go back to my agent in the back table and take the thumb drive he offers. It will give you details for further contact." The voice continues, "any other questions, now is the time."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
    Typhoid Mary shakes her head in response to L1's question, "Nope! Sounds good. I'll grab a thumb drive and have a look-see later. Thanks for the offer, and now I'mma go get some grub." She salutes, not quite seriously, to the lit pad with the hand she's holding the open bottle of tequila she's been nursing.

    She gives head nods to all the boys present and heads out, looking for the ribs she bade Brock to go get only minutes ago. He ignored her, which isn't uncommon, but she's definitely getting an attitude from being hungry! She makes a playful sourpuss face in his direction as she stomps out! "YO! RIB ME!" she bellows the instant she's out of the clandestine back room, throwing her arms out wide and sending a splash of tequila out of the bottle. "SHIT," she comments, trying to TK whatever hasn't hit the floor into her mouth.