Rosalind Lutece (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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elnysa2018-04-07 04:06 pm
originallutece) wrote in elnysa2018-04-07 04:06 pm
one;
Hello, all.
[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.
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I don't even know your age. [ and the last time it came up — ] And it didn't seem too noteworthy when I was nearly starkers.
[ #tbt. can he play the snogging card? 'cause he's attempting to play the snogging card. ]
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But not today! Today is a battle of the wills. Rosalind bites back a smile, and though her ears are tinged red, she doesn't seem at all embarrassed.]
You aren't now, though, are you? Come kiss me again and perhaps you'll get an upgrade.
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A kiss is all it takes. [ feigning thoughtfulness. ] Don't even have to strip down or nothing?
[ he might be attempting to make her blush or genuinely considering it. hard to say, really. ]
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