Rosalind Lutece (
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elnysa2018-04-07 04:06 pm
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[Has she ever used the network before? Not for herself. What a day of firsts. She's in a shop, leaning on a counter. Next to her, a vial seems to be glowing.]
Quite a fun little few months we've had, hasn't it? Riots, pyres, torture, terrorists . . . and while I'm sure the next few months will be a bit of a lull, I hardly trust this planet to stay quiet.
Thanks in no small part to Dr. Watson, I've finally got the funds to open up a shop. Lutece Labs. And to commemorate our opening, I'm offering a sale on a protective shield. They're electromagnetic, and will-- well, shield you, frankly, from a great deal of damage in any form. Bullets, fists, knives, magic . . . the only thing it can't keep you safe from is electricity, but beyond that, they'll last a fair bit. Long enough to stop those first few bullets from sinking into your back, or that first stab of a knife.
Now, it shan't last forever. If nothing happens to you, it'll fade out after six months. If they're put under stress, obviously, it'll take less time. After a few rounds of assault, it will shatter, and you'll need to find cover while it regenerates, an act that takes a few seconds.
Useful, no?
For the moment, I'm selling them only to refugees. Seventy-five silver per shield for the next month; a hundred after that. They're based on the individual person's height, weight, and other small factors, so if you buy one, don't share.
The results if things go wrong aren't pretty, I assure you.
[She pulls a little face.]
In any case: on to the second part of my announcement. I need people to work here. Shop keeps, mostly, so you'll have to be somewhat good with people. Even part-timers will be appreciated. The pay will be decent, and quite possibly you'll learn something if you hang around long enough.
Hmm . . . we'll be selling any number of other useful concoctions. Dirt repellent-- and I do mean repellent, it'll quite literally jump off-- energizers that actually work instead of simply pumping one full of sugar and cocaine, sleep enhancements, and anything else you can think of, as I work on commission.
[Has she ever used the network before? Not for herself. What a day of firsts. She's in a shop, leaning on a counter. Next to her, a vial seems to be glowing.]
Quite a fun little few months we've had, hasn't it? Riots, pyres, torture, terrorists . . . and while I'm sure the next few months will be a bit of a lull, I hardly trust this planet to stay quiet.
Thanks in no small part to Dr. Watson, I've finally got the funds to open up a shop. Lutece Labs. And to commemorate our opening, I'm offering a sale on a protective shield. They're electromagnetic, and will-- well, shield you, frankly, from a great deal of damage in any form. Bullets, fists, knives, magic . . . the only thing it can't keep you safe from is electricity, but beyond that, they'll last a fair bit. Long enough to stop those first few bullets from sinking into your back, or that first stab of a knife.
Now, it shan't last forever. If nothing happens to you, it'll fade out after six months. If they're put under stress, obviously, it'll take less time. After a few rounds of assault, it will shatter, and you'll need to find cover while it regenerates, an act that takes a few seconds.
Useful, no?
For the moment, I'm selling them only to refugees. Seventy-five silver per shield for the next month; a hundred after that. They're based on the individual person's height, weight, and other small factors, so if you buy one, don't share.
The results if things go wrong aren't pretty, I assure you.
[She pulls a little face.]
In any case: on to the second part of my announcement. I need people to work here. Shop keeps, mostly, so you'll have to be somewhat good with people. Even part-timers will be appreciated. The pay will be decent, and quite possibly you'll learn something if you hang around long enough.
Hmm . . . we'll be selling any number of other useful concoctions. Dirt repellent-- and I do mean repellent, it'll quite literally jump off-- energizers that actually work instead of simply pumping one full of sugar and cocaine, sleep enhancements, and anything else you can think of, as I work on commission.

private, video. un: j.watson
[ John's on Thesa by the look of it, but he's seen the shop and he'll doubtless be by again soon. that doesn't mean he's about to miss commemorating her first official advertisement. ]
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Thank you. I don't believe I've said that yet. I truly appreciate this.
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What are the planned hours for the shop? That you need people, I mean.
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. . . you're all human, aren't you?
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[ Because she is that kind of person. ]
I am. [ Unfortunately, as that may be. ]
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in person, across the room
[Dorian hums, his back turned to her so she can't see the smirk across his face.]
I was wondering when you'd get it done.
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[Why are you the way that you are, Dorian Pavus.]
It was less the shield and more the shop, frankly. Science I can do in my sleep; business is more difficult.
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[He hums, picking up the glowing vial beside her.]
You know, back home, these are... potions. With magic. The easier thing.
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[ a beat. then, a very innocent smile. ]
Do I get the friends and family discount?
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YOU TEASE
SOMEDAY.... BUT NOT TODAY.....
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voice : un: priorly
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In your case . . . no, I do believe I wouldn't need to change much.
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I have an iron deficiency. And I'm - immune suppressed. I take anti-retrovirals but they do a number on my bone marrow. I have osteonecrosis in one of my hips and my weight... fluctuates. Mostly down.
Does a lot of it have to do with blood?
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[a beat] We're about to be rollin' in. I did promise him some specialty things, so I guess that's all for you now, Ros'. Congratulations.
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[His tech is great and also he's an egomaniac.]
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video, un: ANoble
[Peter smiles, politely but with a look of curiosity.]
It's certainly an interesting offer. How do they function, if I might ask
[Like, say, how does it go from a vial to a shield? Peter's semi-familiar with shielding but it tends to come from a mechanical source.]
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[It's a hi-tech world.]
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un: masterofmagic
[ Seeing as the necessity for money has become apparent. ]
Science with a touch of magic is my strong point.
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Still: what kind of experience do you have? Give me a few examples.
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It must be a different Dr. Watson
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John II, perhaps? Or Joan?
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