knightsoflegend | venice ♔ oh this town kills you when you're young

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venice ♔ oh this town kills you when you're young

WHO || Gar, Kat, Myri, Buffy [Closed]
WHAT || Team Failboat investigates Angelo Nassi
WHERE || Venice, Italy; Notturno club
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam; SINGLE THREAD

It's a breathtaking evening in Venice. Lights reflect off the canals that serve as the main thoroughfares of 'traffic' and happy tourists and locals amble about the streets, shopping, chatting, or just taking in the quiet air. It's a pleasant 70 degrees and cooling for the night as the Knights make their way to the building labelled Notturno: the venue owned by Angelo Nassi, who they've come to question about the activities of Chad Becksworth and NOVA Records, hoping for a lead that will connect back to the Talisman they seek.

Dumage elects to do some 'digging' around the city in order to find out more information on the gnoll, so it's left to the four other girls to take on the task alone. Gar once again makes sure to warn both Buffy and Myri of the potential perils of discussing their "Shadowkind" nature: here in Italy, there's a strong amount of prejudice against non-humans, or those from another world.

The club itself is located right off the river, which they enter through a winding alley after taking a vaporetto from their hotel. Gar heads up to the ticket booth when they enter the lobby, but comes back frowning.

"It seems they've sold out for tonight's performance," she says in a quiet murmur, casting a look over her shoulder as patrons move past, dressed in fancywear and conversing pleasantly. "And they said we can't get inside without tickets."

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.... ooookay, maybe didn't think that one through. So good. [ kat frowns, but glances at the giant guards, looking more annoyed than afraid. she sighs dramatically. ] Time to play Desperate Fangirls. Let's go. [ she starts walking that way, and people start clapping harder. ]

[ chills creep up buffy's spine as the crowd goes silent and when she realizes josh groban is staring at them and talking to them she is sure she's going to pee herself. oh god. she turns s-so slowly to look out at the crowd, then over at josh groban, horror apparent. she doesn't look at kat when she speaks. ]

I think I've had this nightmare before. Except we were naked. We're not naked, are we? [ but then kat is walking and oh god buffy is walking too, forcing herself to keep her chin raised and let an awkward, shaky smile build. she hunches her shoulders to give a sheepish look to the megastar they now share a stage with. ]

[ rafael is waving at the other side of the stage now towards some stagehands, saying more things rapidly in italian... and as the girls come over, they approach carrying four chairs, which they set up in a line. the audience laughs uproariously as he gestures for them to sit, and then asks them something, looking at them expectantly. gar, red as a beet, says something back to him, that includes the word 'americano' and his eyes widen in a moment of comprehension. when he speaks again, it's in english, though rather heavily accented. ]

Ah! Americans! [ more laughter ] And you came all this way to see me, si? [ his eyes glint as he glances at the bodyguards, waving them away from where they're trying to hover at the edge of the stage. ] Non preoccuparti, I don't think they're going to start tearing my clothes off. [ he grins back at buffy ] Although she did have a running start, yes? [ they all bust a gut at that, and he raises a hand to quiet them, suddenly thrusting the mike towards them ]

What are your names?

[Myri just looks at the mic, brows knitted in confusion. At least he's sort of speaking her language. She isn't sure if she should give her real name, but it isn't as if she has a prepared fake one just waiting for such an occasion. She leans close (too close) to the mic and speaks softly.]

Myrilandel.

[ kat sprawls out with her legs apart, like the classy lady she is, leaning forward. ]

Kat.

[ gar gives them BOTH A LOOK :| ]

... Tricia.

[ oh god. he thought she was totally psychotic. the grin gets a simultaneous melty feeling and a flush of embarrassment. as they go through names, buffy can't help but give a roll of her eyes at gar. girl, there is no point in this seriously. she squirms in her seat, shoulders tense. ]

I'm Buffy.

[ he smiles warmly, pulling the mic back up. ] And I am Rafael. [ a sly glance at the crowd ] Though it seems you already knew that. I must say I'm touched to have such... enthusiastic fans. [ and to his credit, he actually does sound vaguely surprised on top of amused. ] I would hate for you all to come this far only to be kicked out, so instead maybe I can do something special for you, si? [ his eyes move across them each in turn, before settling back on buffy. ]

This is my song for the bellezas from America. [ he gestures at the band leader to strike up and takes a few steps aside as it starts playing.

[ ♬ Gira Con Me - Rafael Giovanni C: ]

Edited 2012-07-07 06:25 (UTC)

[As the song begins, Myri suddenly realizes that she's on stage, in front of all these people. The color drains slightly from her face and she turns to look at her companions, wondering just how they plan to get out of this. Because being on stage like this is... not helpful at all, right?]

[ gar meets myri's eyes and it's clear she has the same thought. she murmurs under her breath: ]

I don't suppose anyone has a plan for getting offstage.

[ kat looks s-so uncomfortable getting... serenaded by an italian love song. she looks gar's way and offers: ] We could shoot our way off.

[ it doesn't really sound like she's kidding. ]

We're not shooting our-- [ she elbows kat for that. and then slowly formulates a plan as rafael finishes his song. oh god. she jumps to her feet suddenly, leaning in to ask; ] Wow. That was amazing. You know, my friends and I, we're huge fans of your ... [ life. existence. face. ] Your work!

And. Well, our flight home is tomorrow morning, so we're trying to make the best of our, uh, last night in Italy! [ she gives a little excited spirit fingers gesture about that, shoulders tensing and hunching sheepishly. ] And maybe spend some time hanging out with you backstage. It's a--It's a thing in America. But, your show didn't have passes, so that's why we, uh ... [ haha they're so funny and american. she gets this awkward charming buffy smile on her face, with just a quirk of questioning optimism. ohpleaseohpleaseohplease. he seemed genuinely nice and pleased with their enthusiasm so maybe ... (diplomacy 14) ]

Edited 2012-07-08 19:18 (UTC)

[ one of his dark eyebrows shoots up, but his grin only widens, and it's clear that he seems to find the whole situation amusing. he looks back and forth between them and the audience, playing up considering what to do, before bringing the mic up to his lips and saying in a low voice, as if he's bringing the whole audience in on a secret: ] What do you think? Will it set a dangerous precedent if I meet them backstage? [ the response is a crazy burst of screams of approval. he laughs and turns, cocking his head to look at the girls for a moment, letting them enjoy the reaction before he raises a hand to quiet them again. ]

Just so you know: this is a one and only night event, so those of you who might be tempted to climb on stage to reach me in the future...

[ he shrugs comically ] We may call the polizia. [ laughter ripples across the crowd, as he waves a hand dramatically at the girls ] Alright, I will see you after the show, no? Let's hear it for the americanas!

[Myrilandel jumps up in instinct when Buffy stands, but she hangs back as she realizes that she's making it up as she goes. Myri looks left, then right, then steps up next to Buffy and nods.]

We'd love that. Thank you.

[She links her arm through Buffy's and looks back to Kat and Gar. There are a lot of lights and she's not exactly sure where the back of the stage is exactly, but she knows that she has to move to find it because being up here is not fun.]

Yes, thank you ... very much. [ gar gives a nervous smile and then starts towards the wings as well. kat gives rafael a mini-salute with two fingers to her forehead and just says "Ciao" before heading after them.

when they reach the backstage area, the pimp-gnoll is nowhere to be seen however, though there's a doorway that seems to lead out of the stage area. one of the guards back here nods to it and jerks a thumb that way. "Green room, ladies."

gar pulls open the doorway, which leads to a small maze of white hallways, each door labeled. ]

[ buffy gives the guard a grateful smile, then heads in through the door as gar opens it. ]

No sign of Angelo. [ she glances around. ] So, am I the only one wondering if that really just happened?

I sorta figured that was just the stuff Italian vacations are made of. [ /LE SHRUG. Kat starts reading all the labels on the doors, resolutely marching past the own labeled 'green room' where she obviously does NOT intend to go. ]

[Myri's reading lessons are paying off, because she notices that they've walked right by the Green Room door. She doesn't ask why, though, because she's pieced that together. Plus, she doesn't really want to try to worry about working on getting them out of another sticky situation. She prefers stealthy work, okay?]

Just what are we looking for?

[Besides that guy in the strange outfit. Kat seems to have a mind on where she's going- or she's faking it very well.]

[ kat looks over her shoulder to answer, when the door she's walking past opens and she has to jump out of the way, lest she get a face full of door.

a woman emerges from it in a huff, dressed in an elegant red and black number, with dark hair and eyes that flash as she looks over them with apparent annoyance. she directs a question at them in italian sharply, that sounds somewhat accusatory.

gar stutters a reply, pointing back over her shoulder. the woman watches her suspiciously, and looks the opposite of convinced. she points up the hall the way they came, the other had on her hip as she relays some orders to gar, who seems to be apologizing. ]

Uhhhh. I'm not really getting any of this. [ she shoots a strained look at kat, voice hushed. of course myri doesn't speak italian, but kat has no excuse. ... somehow. even though buffy has one somehow. shhh. ] What's going on?

My money's on 'stupid americans, you're not supposed to be here!'

[ kat, that was the opposite of quiet. she shoots a look back at her, before saying one more thing to the woman who is glaring in kat's direction. she starts backpedaling, pulling the others with her. ]

I told her we just got lost and we're on our way back to the green room.

[Myri looks over her shoulder at the woman they ran into, remaining quiet, since she's not much help with talking their way out of things here. She returns her gaze to the front, wondering if they're actually going to the green room. She turns her questioning gaze to Gar, not sure if she should actually say anything.]

[ buffy, for one, will push open the door to the green room as she arrives at it, but stops to look back in the direction of that bitchy italian broad to see if she's still there. because maybe if she'd just go away ... ]

[ gar and kat follow suit inside, and as buffy watches the woman stalk down the hall in the direction of the concert hall, she'd shortly see her almost collide with a stagehand, who she snaps at. he offers what sounds like an apology and then she grabs his arm and stops him, with a sharp question. he starts to explain something, gesturing down towards the girls and she follow his gaze, her expression seeming to gather storm clouds instantly. she drops his arm roughly, and points at the stage area, sounding exceedingly bossy about something, and then raises both eyebrows at him pointedly, before rolling her eyes and disappearing around the corner toward the stage. the poor stagehand takes a moment to recover before heading down to the open door, where he bows to them slightly. ]

Pardon signorinas. It seems Signior Giovanni will be unable to speak with you at this time, but extends his apologies, and would invite you all to attend at his palazzo tomorrow evening for dinner. He understands you have plans to leave back to America tomorrow, but has offered to pay to have your flights rescheduled should you choose to accept. [ another nod of his head and he passes them a card with an address printed upon it ] With his compliments.

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