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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[artistinexile]

[Thrawn enters Angel's room at the invitation, hands set behind his back in standard military pose. He looks around once, interested, the glowing neon catching the red in his eye and making him look a bit washed out. He settles at a polite distance apart from Angel to make his pitch]

Thrawn.

We are next door neighbors. We also work on the custodial team together.

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[harderdaddy]

[Angel's mismatches eyes sweep over him, recognizing that military sorta stance. Military types were fun to tease.]

Mista' Thrawn~

Guess that means we'll be seein' a lot a each other.
What is it you're wantin' ta ask?

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[artistinexile]

[an acknowledging head tilt]

I recently spoke with our supervisor, Richter Belmont. Our current custodial roster is bloated and inefficient. His punishment system does not work. We work from top-down, every day, all together. The harder-working of us are not incentivized and the ones who would rather be anywhere else are not encouraged. It is...shoddy at best, and it involves more work for everyone.

He dismissed my points. I would like to prove him wrong and cause him some mild humiliation in the process.

To that end, I would like to ask you to pick a floor and commit to a single day where you only clean that floor. If I am correct, we will be done in half the time and half the manpower, and from there he can take that data and...

...Appropriately use it.

[ie., 'shove it where the sun don't shine']

[harderdaddy]

[Angel isn't sure where he falls in that ranking. He wouldn't say he tries his hardest or approaches the work with any sort of passion. He mostly just tries to get it over with and figures it's better than trust falls or fucking 20 guys before lunch.

So he nods.]

And if Belmont decides ta give me shit for it? Do ya still want the credit then?

[artistinexile]

Yes. I will take full responsibility and you can direct any negative reactions towards me.

[harderdaddy]

Eh, yeah, I guess I can try that. Don' make too much difference ta me.
If your way is less work why wouldn' we try it?
Ain't fair they force it on new arrivals ta start with.
'Course no one wants ta do it.

[artistinexile]

I believe others have made that point, only to have it fall on deaf ears. I myself am..not very good at debating.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel laughs, looking him over pointedly. The guy doesn't scream bad at debating to him.]

That right?

[artistinexile]

[simply, with conviction]

Yes.

I..know when I am not being listened to, and I do not have the skills to recapture attention or turn others around to my point of view.

[the day after the Silent Hill event, voice]

[divingdeep]

[Silver'd debated calling, but he is a little concerned about the guy. Spider-demon he may be, but Silver'd had a spark of fellow feeling....]

I hope you came through our recent inconveniences in one piece.

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[harderdaddy]

[Not having to show his face makes acting unbothered by the horrific events a little easier, and Angel's voice was close to that same flirty tone from the last time they'd spoken.]

Heh~ Is that what we're callin' it? Still got all my limbs. Don' tell me you were worried? I ain't even shown ya a good time yet.

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[divingdeep]

I do hate to miss my appointments without a good reason.

[And he can't pass up a perfect straight line like that one, thank you Angel:]

Now I'm afraid I cannot say the same for my limbs, but at least I've got all of the ones I started the week with. And a considerable supply of decent rum I'm willing to share.

[harderdaddy]

I think I'll let ya slide on that one, don' worry. Next time all hell breaks loose though, no excuses.

[There's the sound of a snicker and then Angel trying to stop himself.]

Well as long as you ain't short more than you started with it's a good thing. Now how'd you know my second favourite way to spend an evenin'?

[divingdeep]

[Silver laughs in turn, easily.]

After a week like that? I can't think of many men I've met who wouldn't consider a strong drink. But drinking's more fun in company.

I'm in cabin four-fifteen.

[harderdaddy]

Couldn't agree more, Sweetheart~

You want me ta dress up or anythin'? Just let me get my face on an' I'll be there soon.

[divingdeep]

Come as you are? I would not want to feel myself too thoroughly outclassed.

[harderdaddy]

[Despite the assurance, Angel couldn't help but clean himself up at least a little, but it's very understated for him, a little extra blush, a little shaping the chest fluff, nothing flashy. He made sure Fat Nuggets had enough food if he was gone for a while, and soon he was rapping his knuckles on the door. He prepared himself for the surprise at his height in person, a good 8ft, most of it in his legs.]

[divingdeep]

[Silver's door is old oak, iron-banded and cabinet built small: it's the kind of door that you'd find on a very old-timey sailing ship, and it has barely over six feet of clearance. When he opens it, he's face to approximately navel with Angel, and he has to take a quick hop backwards to properly take in the view. His eyebrows rise.

John Silver isn't quite as rag-tag as he'd made himself sound over the communicator. He's wearing a dark leather coat open over a bloused white shirt, his curls cascading loose over his shoulders. The crack about his limb count is immediately explained: there's a finely carved crutch under one of his arms and one of his pant legs is pinned neatly up where his leg ends at the knee.]

You're taller than you look on the communicator. Hope you don't mind a chair sized more to my scale?

[He flashes Angel a grin, lively curiosity in his gaze. Four arms, two legs, fur, eight feet tall... he's attractive, for a demon, but there is absolutely no hiding his inhumanity.

Silver takes a neat hop back, pivoting on his crutch with long-practiced ease as he gestures to a small round table at one side of his room. The room itself doesn't match the ship's door: it's mix-and-match opulent, a jumble of heavy and finely carved furniture, washbasin of Chinese blue-on-white ware, brocade and tapestry pillows and a paper screen painted with pink peonies marking out a little changing area with a mirror and stool. The bed, to the other side of the room, is enormous, four-postered and oaken.

It is, in fact, the best room in the best brothel on Nassau in the early 1720s, and it looks the part.]

[harderdaddy]

[Ducking to come inside, Angel gives an unbothered smile and shakes his head.]

Nah, nothin' ta worry about, Handsome, used to stuff this size.

[He likes the picture the other man makes, and Angel thinks he should have dressed a little more to impress. But his favourite pink striped suit top, and mini skirt have never steered him wrong. He sees himself being admired and does a little turn to let Silver get the full view.

The demon's mismatched eyes take in the room as he crosses, eyeing the bed with a smirk before taking a seat, legs folding neatly and and tucking in close to the seat. With the bulk of his height being those long legs he appears closer to average human height.]

It's a beautiful room. Suits ya~

[divingdeep]

I hid out in it a time or two back home.

[His smile holds a hint of nostalgia as he glances at the painted screen. As his gaze returns to Angel, he raises an eyebrow, letting a grin spread wider over his lips.]

Though I confess it usually had a better-looking occupant than myself. Much obliged to you for filling that role at the current moment.

[He settles himself down in the other chair, leaning his crutch against the table edge, and reaches out to pour two generous servings of rum into a pair of glasses that look a lot like the lounge glassware. What's the good of having a job if a man can't occasionally liberate its assets on his own behalf?]

[harderdaddy]

Oooh, whatcha hidin' out from? You know, I got a soft spot for bad boy types... [And then a little more seriously.] It's pretty nice for a hide out. Ain't used ta those being so hospitable.

[His lips curl easily at the compliment, taking up one of the familiar glasses.] Flattery will get you everywhere.

[divingdeep]

At the time I was selling some very valuable information to some very unfriendly men... and trying to avoid the even less friendly fellows from whom I'd stolen it in the first place.

[He winks at Angel, lifting his own glass to his lips. He doesn't drink too deeply: he's not really here to get drunk, more to make a new connection, but the rum is quality stuff.]

Technically? This is a brothel. I was working with one of the ladies. She runs the place, now.

[harderdaddy]

Heh, sounds very familiar. I hope you got away with it? [It reminds Angel of his own life of crime when he was still alive.

Angel's a little less conservative with his drink, but stops himself from downing the whole thing either. That shit ain't classy, and he's trying to present an image here.]

S'good shit.

[That makes Angel laugh in amusement. He should be right at home then, shouldn't he?]

It's a classy joint. Hell of a hideout, settling in all comfy at a brothel. I'm sure it was a very trying time~

[divingdeep]

Lost the money, lost the partnership, but I did figure out a way to keep my skin intact.

[He smiles, wryly edged.] So I came closer to getting away with it than I was afraid I would.

I couldn't appreciate the setting properly at the time, but in retrospect it is a classy joint. Particularly when no one's trying to stab me or chain me to pieces of furniture.

[He glances around the room with a faintly proprietary air, and adds, deliberately casual:] The times in my life I've found myself needing to charge, I've never had a professional setting.

[harderdaddy]

Well, that's the most important part in the end. Can't do shit without without that, right?

[He snorts softly.]

I mean, some people are inta that, but I get it.

[Taking another sip of his drink, Angel arches a brow softly.]

I never worked somewhere this swanky neither. It was streetcorners and private rooms in the clubs where I danced.

[He's worth considerably more these days, but despite that Val'll still drop him off on a street corner if he fucks up, so shit hasn't really changed all that much.]