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♬ 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. ]

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[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.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des knows cryptic when he hears it, but instead of being perturbed, he just leans forward a little.] You obviously haven't met that dame. If she had eyes everywhere, she'd probably run into something. A little- [he clicks his tongue in a way that's supposed to represent some... mental problem, I guess] in the head, that one.

[But obviously the black-eyed dude is not talking about Buffy. He'd rather be a dick than ask for an explanation.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ it's ok, the guy will keep going EITHER WAY ]

She knows who you are, Dessssmond Dessscant. [ the s's come out as long hisses ] And why you are here. Beware, for her children are many.

[nothingsodivine]

Wow. When I get a new alias- I'll have to make sure I make it lisp-accessible- try saying that one. I dare you. [He crosses his arms over his chest.] I'm really not impressed, but if you say something that does impress me in the next five minutes, I'll give you another quarter.

[behindcloseddoors]

[ undeterred, he carries on: ] I do not seek to impressss you. Or to threaten you. I merely carry a messssage.

[nothingsodivine]

Okay. Got the picture. [He drops a ten into his hat, anyway, because douchebag or not... He can at least sort out what the message means back at the hotel.] Split it with her if you happen to see her. I don't mean the lady any harm.

[behindcloseddoors]

She seesss your mind'sss eye. She knowsss what liess in your heart.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, she has to buy me dinner first. [YOU ARE CREEPY, SNAKE MAN.]

[behindcloseddoors]

Jessst not about the Mother.

[nothingsodivine]

I jest about everyone. She'll just have to get used to it.

[behindcloseddoors]

You have your warning. [ he pulls the brim of his hat down lower ] I can tell you no more.