Log:Così Comanda Turandot
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| Così Comanda Turandot | |
|---|---|
| Emitter | Deirdre |
| Players | Natasha Porter |
| NPCs | Turandot, Mr. Fei, Wong Jun |
| Place | Madame Wong's |
| Time (IC) | July 6th, 2012 |
| Time (OOC) | July 6th, 2007 |
Madame Wong's is a massage parlor in an area of Port Liberty that essentially amounts to a Chinese ghetto. It is run by an overly sweet older woman, Wong Jun, who always seems as though she's on -something-. What's really of interest here are not the masseuses, but rather what is situated upstairs. And upstairs is where Natasha finds herself led by a set of men in business suits. "The princess will see you in there," the lead one says, directing her to a large wooden door. The men turn and exit, single-file, down the stairs.
Natasha scratches her head, the cheap dye she used on her hair making it itch a bit. The princess? "Someone thinks highly of themselves" she snorts before confidantly pushing the door open and striding in. Fully intent on sucker-punching this ice girl with her own powers and handing her over to the police.
"Alright I'm -" Tasha pauses in confusion, mouth hanging open as she feels for power and.. finds nothing.
The woman called Turandot is seated on a throne of diamonds, sculpted to look like jagged ice. Her bone-white form is wreathed in an elegant Chinese gown of red and gold silk, and a diamond icicle crown glints in her elaborately braided hair. She extends her hands to Natasha, a curious expression on her face. Those hands, for the record, are host to a collection of very long, very sharp-looking fingernails. "Yes?"
"I... I'm.." Natasha desperately tries to think of something, most of her brain tied up by surprise (This woman was suppose to have powers! Where are they??) and being distracted by the amount of money this boney little 'princess' rests her snow-white rear on. Whatever happened to crime doesn't pay? "I'm uh, here" she finishes awkwardly, swallowing nervously, "I heard you were hiring."
"In a sense." Turandot clicks her fingernails together, and snowflakes swirl about her hands. "What sort of work are you looking for, in particular? I am... not the most active force in the business, at the moment." Those snowflakes still aren't making a mark on Natasha's genetic radar.
"The kind that would net me a couch that matches your pretty chair" Natasha quips, this could still work. She just had to play along. And not get killed, that was important as well. "Though perhaps in smaller, easily sold pieces" There! Snow! She did have powers! Now all that was left was to figure out why Tasha couldn't copy them.
Turandot laughs. It is a light, singsong bell-like sound, and while it is not unpleasant in of itself it is a bit disturbing coming from the ice princess. "I do not think you will be acquiring diamonds. It is a pay job, there is no cut." Her English is quite good, though there is a distinct accent.
Oh right. What's-his-name had mentioned that. "Money's good too. If there's enough of it anyway. Your last crew didn't fare so well, with the exception of you" Natasha responds before adding hopefully, "Though maybe a knick-knack or two you don't want won't go amiss?" Tasha doesn't even have to pretend to be greedy, just remind herslef that she's not actually stealing anything before she gets her hopes up.
"Very well. You shall meet with my man Fei, and he shall instruct you. I have a small heist planned, but it is vital that no civilians be killed. There has been a change of policy on that front." Turandot waves a hand, and the snowflakes coalesce into a miniature figurine. "Be aware that if you cross me, I shall torture you in the most gruesome and unimaginable of fashions." A long fingernail on the other hand slices through the ice-doll, decapitating it and sending both halves crashing to the floor.
No killing? Great! "Oh really? And what inspired this change of policy?" Natasha asks, not batting an eyelash as the woman threatens her with an ice doll. She'd done worse to her barbie-dolls when she was younger.
"I have made... a bargain. It is none of your concern." Turandot waves a hand.
Natasha shrugs and leaves, still very confused. What if she'd lost her powers? That would be bad.. she'd have to go and talk to Dan, find out if they still worked. Grabbing the nearest worker she asks "Where can I find Fei?"
"Downstairs. He will provide you with your orders and your costume."
Natasha heads downstairs to find Fei, a little miffed. No one had mentioned a costume! She'd signed up for this to make money, not prance around in some silly outfit. No wait, she'd signed up for this to catch the bad girl.
"You are to take this outfit and wait for my call," says the man who led Natasha up the stairs. This is apparently Mr. Fei. "Do not tell anyone you have been here. Do not tell anyone where we are. Do not show anyone this costume." He hands over a dark plastic laundry bag, the contents obscured.
Natasha takes the bag and leaves without another word, walking a good distance before ducking into an alley to check out the costume they gave her.
Once Natasha is gone, Fei goes up into Turandot's room. She regards him with an icy stare. "I do not trust that one."
