[Event Post]

[triade_oscura]

::Loud flashy music plays around the garden entrance of the Purrchinko Paradise resort, and on a Dias at the front, is an extremely tall, fit woman in a slinky dress, with blonde hair.

Near her is a large person sized mirror, then she motions to with this predatory smile. A sign near here in fancy text says "Look into the mirror, see the hidden side of your soul!"

It couldn't hurt to try it. Besides it's free. And there's someone nearby offering a free hot dog sample. Made from American Beef.::

Comments

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

...including you, I presume?

[triade-oscura.livejournal.com]

A lady never tells. ::Winks.::

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

... Riiight.

Well, I think I'm just gonna go talk to your boss. Keep doing... whatever it is that you do.

[triade-oscura.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you'd like to look in the mirror 'fore you go inside?

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

...why would I care about a mirror?

[triade-oscura.livejournal.com]

You can find out something 'bout yourself you never knew.

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

I know myself pretty well, thanks.

::...he says that, but he does wander over towards the mirror.::

[triade-oscura.livejournal.com]

::It goes static for a second. Then there's an infinite darkness, with two eyes, the sort you'd see on one of your masks. You then sense a scritch scratching at the mirror, and almost as if something were growling angrily.::

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

::Erland glares at it for a second or two, before walking off, towards the entrance and presumably the boss.::

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

::After clearing infinite paperwork, you finally reach office. Which looks pretty fancy, if generic rich CEO.::

Yes, what is it, and who are you, and why are you bugging me?

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

... I'm looking for the boss. Didn't expect to see you here. ... You are Onee, right? I'd feel silly if I had you confused with someone else.

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

OH GOD, DON'T PUT ME UNDER A BUBBLE.

::She's now hiding under her desk.::

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

...

Oi, I just want you to direct me to the boss. Where do you even get that 'bubble' business?

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

iamtheboss.

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

...come again?

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

::Pops up with her fake boobs in that tacky magician's outfit.::

I am the boss, Errrland.

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

::Erland takes a few moments to let that sink in, a few of them where his mouth opens for a bit, then closes, repeat once or twice, and finally he finds words again.::

Okay, you got me, that was a good one. Seriously though. Last time I checked you were... barely scraping a living, if I recall. Now you're making casinos? Come on.

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

I got rich. ::Dusts herself off.:: It happens.

::It does say Ms. Haitayuu Oneefuji, CEO on the name plate.::

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

::Erland pauses again, taking it in finally, and accepting it... to a degree.::

...alright. So. Officially, you are the boss. Congratulations, I guess.

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

What the hell do you mean by "officially"?

::Kicks her feet up.:: I earned this, Erland!

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

... Okay, for the sake of argument, how?

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

::Mumbles something about investing and stocks and synergy.::

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

...

Look, I'm going to give it to you straight, since we're way off topic:

My wife likes Pachinko. She'll probably end up coming here. I'm going to make sure the boss of the place takes extra care that she's taken care of, and that nothing bad happens to her. Because, you know, I get 'emotional' about stuff like that. And when I get 'emotional', it tends to be bad for the other party.

So, you being the boss, I'm gonna put pressure on you. Unless you're just the frontman, of course.

[daredevildame.livejournal.com]

Which wife. You have like 5 of them.

[pureplainpatron.livejournal.com]

Vidya, the scientist one. Brown hair, glasses, sweater vest?