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nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-08 06:18 pm
pyroprincess) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-01-08 06:18 pm
A Modest Proposal (Viveca)
WHO: Stephanie Shaw, Viveca von Roehm
WHAT: Stephanie comes to discuss a few things with her.
WHERE: Sweating Bullets tattoo parlour
WHEN: Approximately 3 pm Tuesday, January 8th
Stephanie Shaw was in her full professional regalia, which means that instead of the contacts that she was embarrassingly required to wear due to minor deficiencies in her eyes (regular laser surgery not being effective with her largely invulnerable eyeballs), she wore a pair of glasses and a smart jacket, blouse and skirt combination. It was a little different than her usual look, a touch more conservative, but it was all about looking professional, rather than anything else.
She walked into Sweating Bullets, suitcase in hand, asking to speak to Viveca, as she'd learned that the people at the parlour didn't even answer to "Ms. von Roehm". It was quite possible that they didn't even recognize the name. She took her seat casually next to a rather large, gruff-looking biker who ogled her momentarily before being stilled by a subtle, but murderous glare. He promptly picked up a magazine and started looking through it while she waited.
Stephanie had decided it was time to see if Viveca was at all interested in her plans, both the ones that potentially immediately affected her and the more general ones. She knew well that Viveca had no interest in the Club, and really, neither did she particularly. There were far more important things to be discussed.
WHAT: Stephanie comes to discuss a few things with her.
WHERE: Sweating Bullets tattoo parlour
WHEN: Approximately 3 pm Tuesday, January 8th
Stephanie Shaw was in her full professional regalia, which means that instead of the contacts that she was embarrassingly required to wear due to minor deficiencies in her eyes (regular laser surgery not being effective with her largely invulnerable eyeballs), she wore a pair of glasses and a smart jacket, blouse and skirt combination. It was a little different than her usual look, a touch more conservative, but it was all about looking professional, rather than anything else.
She walked into Sweating Bullets, suitcase in hand, asking to speak to Viveca, as she'd learned that the people at the parlour didn't even answer to "Ms. von Roehm". It was quite possible that they didn't even recognize the name. She took her seat casually next to a rather large, gruff-looking biker who ogled her momentarily before being stilled by a subtle, but murderous glare. He promptly picked up a magazine and started looking through it while she waited.
Stephanie had decided it was time to see if Viveca was at all interested in her plans, both the ones that potentially immediately affected her and the more general ones. She knew well that Viveca had no interest in the Club, and really, neither did she particularly. There were far more important things to be discussed.