new orleans ♔ we're only liars but we're the best

[starfucker]

♬ Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of this Song So We Wouldn't Get Sued - Fallout Boy

WHO || Burt, Martha, Des, Finnick, Mark, Spike, Arthur [closed]
WHAT || While Finnick continues his celebrity charade, the other Knights have the chance to sneak around and try to find out more information about the mysterious Chad Becksworth's activities...
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans, LA
WHEN || Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012; any time of day
HOW || Actionspam

[ It took a few weeks to process Finnick's fake background paperwork and get his contract with NOVA in order. In the meantime, Burt's been keeping in close touch with Finnick and Des, arranging for different talent coaches to work with their new star on singing, dancing, and all that other crap. He's sent plenty of songs home with Finnick to start learning, and now that everything's processed, he's arranged for him to come to the studio, where he'll be reporting daily to work.

Of course, this gives the Knights the ideal in, as what celebrity doesn't need an entourage? Mark even bought everyone outrageous entourage clothing to wear. 8) You like it. ]

Comments

Celebrity Makeover.. [ Finnick and whoever! ]

[starfucker]

[ Whoever's going straight upstairs with Finnick will be escorted to the salon pictured, which is on the 12th floor. "Cushy" is the best word to describe it, and various stylists buzz about with hip haircuts and shears in hand, calling everyone 'honey'.

Burt's waiting when they make their way in, and extends both hands upon seeing him. ]

Beautiful! Glad to see you haven't met with any disfiguring accidents in the last couple weeks, hombre. Now let's get this show on the road, shall we?

[65]

[stylists buzzing around all over the place is completely familiar to finnick, just like so many things on this magical journey to stardom. he takes off his sunglasses and stuffs them in his jacket pocket.]

What did you have in mind for me? [s-so bright and cheerful.]

[starfucker]

Well, it's not like you need the whole fucking shebang, since you're already eons ahead of most of the schlubs out there. But we just need to work your look, make you fit in with the hip crowd. Clothes, hair, that kinda thing. It'll be fun. Just let the nice men do whatever the hell they want to you.

[aproperdoctor]

[Martha's just sort of hanging out and drinking a latte - she feels pretty useless, but she used being the only girl around to call dibs on the makeover session. Because, really, makeover. Besides, the male stylists might be effeminate, but they're still good-looking and so is Finnick.]

[65]

["just let the nice men do whatever the hell they want to you." WOW THAT'S NOT ONE HE'S HEARD BEFORE AT ALL ... ]

How long do you think this is going to take?

[starfucker]

[ at least it probably won't involve lube, finnick. ]

Let's aim for 'all morning' because after lunch, you've got a date with a choreographer.

[65]

[yeah that's ... one thing to be thankful for. .o. ]

[with nonchalance] I can't wait for lunch, I'm already starving.

[starfucker]

[ Burt immediately spins on his heels and snaps his fingers, gesturing at some attendant towards the door. ] Are you deaf and useless? Man wants some eats. Pronto! Sweet mother Mary's gaping cunt, doesn't anybody work around here?

Sneaking around [ Mark and whoever ]

[nosdacariad]

[ in a bright purple silk shirt, with a big white scarf and shades on, mark hangs back in the lobby as finnick heads towards the lobby, along with anyone else who's planning on doing some recon with him. in all honesty, he sort of sticks out like a sore thumb more than blending in. maybe it's the white pants and cowboy boots. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike isn't exactly enthused about spending all this quality time with Mark. But it's better than sitting in on makeover time or sitting at home and watching more Passions.] You do know you're attracting attention, right?

[nosdacariad]

It's like that short story "The Purloined Letter". We hide by being in plain sight. [ he grins widely as someone walks past him with a raised brow of minor disgust. ]

[bigbad]

Brilliant strategy. [He sounds very dry and very sarcastic.] You do that. I'll try the hiding by knocking out anyone who looks like they'll cause trouble method.

1/2

[nosdacariad]

You mean like her? [ he half points past Spike to where a bank of elevators lines the walls beyond the front desk. ]

[scratchfever]

[ a spot check of at least 8 can see what he's pointing out - since it's pretty obvious at first sight what he's talking about. the tall blonde is dressed in what looks like some kind of black combat suit rendered most notable by the fact that the nails of her hands extend out nearly a full foot into sharp claws. whether it's the suit or her hands under them or some kind of prosthesis is difficult to say, but there's nothing subtle about the message it sends - and no one at the desk seems to be paying any mind to the fact that she's heading upstairs. ]

[bigbad]

Exactly like her. [Spike's spot check was a cool 23, so he definitely sees her, and definitely is suspicious. He stalks after her (move silently 26) without waiting to see if Mark's coming along.]

[nosdacariad]

[ spike gets close enough to see the numbers on the elevator pinging up to the floor right below the top. mark watches around to make sure no one is paying too much attention to them, and then reaches an arm out to catch a different elevator door from closing. ] Shall we?

[bigbad]

Yeah. [He steps into the elevator door after Mark and presses the button.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des, meanwhile, under the guise of doing some super special agent shit, is investigating his friends the Creeper Society. He's back in the alley he first got cornered in awhile ago and looking for clues throughout.

It's a smelly job, but someone has to do it.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ There's nobody down here because who the fuck hangs out in alleys other than Des, goons, Buffy, demons, and Sark.

DO AN INVESTIGATE CHECK. Or SEARCH CHECK. WHICHEVER. (int based) ]

[nothingsodivine]

[YEAH, WHATEVER, NARRATOR DUDE.

...Yeah, he rolled a two.

Your princess is in another castle, Descant.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ wow amazing detective work there, descant. hope the amateurs are taking notes.

THERE ARE NO CLUES. IT IS A CLUELESS ALLEY. Except for that graffiti of the oroboros that's still on the wall. But that was there last time. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Well, whatever. He hated this alley anyway. HE'S GONNA GO FIND A BETTER ONE.

And here he is, walking down the street, singing doo-wah-diddy, blah, blah, blah. He rolls a 7 for a spot check to see if he sees anything ~interesting~ on the steet.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ not much of anything. maybe there are no clues here. maybe des is losing his touch!!11 maybe... yeah, something's bound to happen.

he passes by a pale guy with a hat pulled way down, sitting against a building, playing on a harmonica and not paying any attention to the world. an upturned hand sits in front of him, but it's empty. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des stops to listen, and then tosses some quarters into what I assume must be hat, because if it's literally a hand, I'm gonna be worried. :|

But if it is a hand, CONSIDER THIS TAG WRONG.]

And Blondie said it was a worthwhile instrument.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the music halts a few seconds after the jingle of coins hits the hat, and then a pair of dull black eyes peep out from beneath the brim of the one the guy is wearing (yes, he brought along... an extra hat. for collecting shit. apparently). ]

Word to the wise, friend. [ his voice sounds like cracked yellowing paper ]

She has eyes everywhere.