Owner	Pose
David Xanatos	Why? It's one of the most commonly voiced questions about David Xanatos. The man is a billionaire several times over, so that might have /something/ to do with it. But why? Why would /anyone, no matter how rich, have a Scottish Castle shipped stone by stone to America and built /on top/ of a sky scraper. And the man himself is a bit of a mystery. Dispite seemingly being able to buy his own law and order, he allowed himself to be arrested on what most felt were trumped up charges, even if he did spend less then 6 months behind bars. Just Why?
June	"Rich fuckers and their stupid ass PR stunts," June mutters to herself as she exits the roof access of the Eyrie building. She certainly isn't dressed like a ninja, but then you'd know she was one. Firey red hair, certainly no hair is naturally that red. It's shaved on the sides, long locks hanging over her head and to the right. Gauges in her ears, a nose stud and a lip stud say that she isn't the garden variety college girl. A North Face coat is over her very thin frame, tight black leggings keep her legs warm while her gloved right hand holds a camera.     She glances around at the castle, giving an arch of her left brow. That's pierced too. She lets out a whistle. "Damn glad I didn't have to put this sucker together," she comments to herself.
David Xanatos	Then Again, hom many "Non-ninjas" can sneek onto the top of a building that was a meer ten feet shorter then the Empire state Building /before/ he built a castle on top of it? Just saying. The wind at that altitude whips something ferice in the mid December night, screaming through the stone walls and making the banners billow agienst them. Still this /is/ the closest the one can possibly get to David Xanatos' Office, as well as his private apartment. After all, if one wants to learn the plans of Zesus, one must climb Olympus.
June	Unlike some other espionage operatives, June makes absolutely no bones about what she is doing. She casually steps across the roof, pulling up the camera and snapping pictures. She walks up near the stone, and takes a picture along the side of the structure, then to the other side. She lets the camera dangle around her neck once more, and then shoves her hands in her pockets. Depsite having an odd combination of hard punker with a nicer winter coat, she moves with a rather natural balance. Her steps aren't dainty, but they are sure-footed, perhaps the way a military personnel might walk.
David Xanatos	"Pardon me Miss." The voice comes from behind her, and has the cultured tones of upper society. The man it belongs to has the perfect posture of a yard stick, with short blond hair, frameless glasses, and a nose that is so small and sharp it could be used to peal apples. Still in a suit, he's added only a pair of calfskin gloves and a long overcoat in deference to the weather. Any cursery check on Xanatos would find out this man is Owen Bennett, Xanatos' Majordomo and assistant in all things. How he seemed to silently seem to materialize behind her is entirely unknown. "Mr. Xanatos would like to know if you would care to join him for a cup of hot chocolate or simply continue skulking around in this abysmal weather,
June	There's no jump of surprise from the red-haired young woman, she simply turns around, as if oblivious. "Oh, shit, hi there," she says with a laugh that might be present on a fifty out of a hundred girls... from Ireland. "Mr. Xanatos?" she asks, "Is that the bloke who owns this castle heah?" she asks. "So he isn't Dr. Xanatos or anything like that?" she asks. "Pretty nice for a guy who doesn't even have his pedigree then, ain't it?" She looks back at the castle. "I could go for a spot," she admits. "Though I really just came to snap a few photos for my college piece." She holds up the camera in her right hand. Her blue eyes give the impression that permission is an after thought. "Is that all right?" she asks, letting the device tilt outward carelessly in her grip.
David Xanatos	Owen doesn't make a grab for the camera, or seem at all effected by the girl's deamenor. "Well then, If you will follow me, Mr. Xanatos is waiting inside." He says simply, turning and walking away from her withough another word. The perfect picture of proper calm and decorum... almost to a supernatural degree. He heads back down in the direction of the Rookery and into the building proper... then, provided she is following a quick elevator ride down to the Penthouse. The man himself is in the apartment, looking quite relaxed. He's wearing slacks and a grey wool turtle neck sweater and smiles. "So you're our little intruder. Come on in, get warm by the fireplace." he says gesturing to the roaring flames.
June	June follows, wandering in after the host. "Hey, this is somethin' else," she admires aloud, looking at the decorations as she is walked to the elevator. She notes the distinctive movement down on the eleveator rather than up, and glances around as she steps off. "So, yer this Mr. Xanatos?" she asks as she is introduced. "Kinda cozy in here, you invite all the photographers in for this kind of treatment? Awful nice of you." Despite the still mostly cheerful demeanor, there's a hint of 'I see your game you perv' in her tone.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos smiles easily and casually and takes a ladel of something from a copper kettle hanging over the fire. The smell of rich hot chocolate filling the air. "Well normally Photographers who want to shoot from the castle contact our public relations department, we arrange a time and escort for security and insurance reasons. Technically what you were doing is considered felony trespassing, which is subject to.." he glances at Owen and the blond man says, without blinking "Up to five years incarceration for the first offense and fines not to exceed $10,000." Xanatos actually blinks at that. "That much? Wow." He shakes his head and looks at the woman, "Still, it's almost Christmas, so I thought 'Well let's invite her in, have some cocoa... and perhaps I can give you a tour of the castle myself if you are really so interested."
June	"Oh," she gives a grin that says 'maybe I knew that, maybe I didn't'. "I guess I should probably make sure that I do that next time," she confesses. "But then I suppose it is workin' out pretty well," she adds, unzipping her coat and pulling it off now that she's out of the cold. Underneath is a simple black shirt with a Rudolph picture on it, designed to pretend it was a sweater. It's not quite tight fitting, as if she may have bought it one size too large.     "So what causes a guy to want to build a castle the fuck on top of a skyscraper?" she asks. The F bomb seems to roll off her tongue so casually, it might be debatable whether she even personally recognized that she used it.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos looks somewhat amused by the question. He gestures to an empty mug sitting on the stand beside an over stuffed chair and then to the copper kettle where the cocoa is keeping warm. "A few reasons I suppose, not the least of which was, because everyone said it was impossible." He crosses his legs sipping his own cocoa and smiling with bemusement. "Not to mention the amount of publicity that it garnered. Sure it may have cost me quite a bit /personally/ but Xanatos Industies got billions in publicity as a result. And when it was finished? the minor hit to our stock prices redoubled what was lost.
June	"Ah," June answers, "So it's a big 'fuck you' to people who say you can't do it, eh?" She looks amused by that. "S'pose if I had endless amounts of money at my disposal I might do somethin' equally batshit crazy for fun. Good on ya for it workin', though, guess yer quite tha businessman and all that," she observes.     Perhaps a mildly odd habit to a casual observer. She takes the mug, and holds it loosely between both hands, her left index finger swiping the interior of the mug, and then she feels that finger with the opposing thumb.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos gives her an amused smile that makes it pretty clear he knows exactlly what she is doing, why, and is not the slightest bit offended by the act. He leans back in his chair, sipping his own cocoa. "More or less, exactlly that." He says casually gaze turning towards the fire and looking amused. "Some Luthor, Trump, Stark, Wayne, they all build these massive towers with their names on them. Big Phalic symbols piercing the skyline. So what tops a skyscraper? A Skyscraper with a castle on top. A bit Juvinile perhaps, but certainly eye catching.
June	"I dunno," June says with a wry grin, "Phallic symbols aren't so bad," she answers, as if to make the conversation intentionally awkward. "But I hear ya," she answers. "I certainly didn't go to take pictures of Stark Tower," she adds. "It's just another giant dick, right? I much prefer the dick with a castle on it."
David Xanatos	David Xanatos laughs low and easy, a rich baratone that is actually quite pleasant. The man would make a fantastic Santa Claus with a laugh like that. "exactly, though from my understanding of Tony Stark, he's never been too... selective about just whom he shows his personal phallic symbols to." He says with mild amusement. "I'm not going to drug you miss." He says gesturing to her cup. "If I wanted to do you harm, believe me, I could have done so long before you made it to this room."
June	June takes a sip. "Well, depends on what kind of drugs," she muses, smiling as she takes a sip. "So, you were saying you wanted to give me a personalized tour?" she asks. "Don't know that I can say no to that," comes the admission.
David Xanatos	David Xanatos smiles amused and nods slightly. "Certainly, though I would advise you to watch your step, the stones can be quite slick when the tempature drops and the wind gets quite nasty. Believe it or not this far up, in the spring time you can actually be pelted with grain seeds all the way from the great plains up there." He stands and Owen helps the man into a thick winter coat. "So just what did you want to see?"