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[rhygret]

Who: Rhys (rhygret) & Y'ALL
What: Chippendales, synergistic management solutions, getting cash cash dolla $$$$
When: Throughout dec, after the intro mingle
Where: Wyver
Warning(s): Rhys is an embarrassment



A: Profit Margins

[ So there's word that shortly people will be able to head back to Olympia and for Rhys? This is great news. It's a chance. An opportunity to really get his foot in the door before people have a chance to get things back on track. He literally couldn't ask for a better financial opportunity than the complete and utter upheaval of a whole city.

People have died and businesses have lost their livelihoods. Businesses have been uprooted. Possessions left behind, goods spoiled. It...sucks, yeah, but it also means there's a lot of space opened up and Rhys aims to take advantage of it first chance he gets. Which means he needs some cohorts--partners.

That's where you come in.

Rhys has invited YOU, lucky person that you are, to hit up one of Wyver's North stretch tea houses to talk business. ]

So. [ RHYS STEEPLES HIS FINGERS. ]

Let's get rich.

[ HIT RHYS UP HERE IF YOU'RE AT ALL INTERESTED IN DOING BUSINESS even if it's just him buying shit from you. ]


B: Spaceballs

[ GENERIC LET'S HANG ON THE SPACE STATION prompt. Jack and DoppelJack are down in Wyver which means Rhys wants to not. It also means a lot of late nights and pints of ice cream while he hangs out in the kitchen, the panelling of his cybernetic arm popped open while he fiddles and tweaks with it. Upkeep is important when the technology that built it in the first place no longer exists okay??

Besides seeing inside a robo-limb is cool and you should all come check it out. ]


C: WILDCARD

[ hmu @ owlits or PM or even just drop me a prompt and I'll reply! :>b you can even comment and I'll write one up for you ]

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[CLOSED to Keith & Lance] Spa World

[rhygret]

[ The Plan is simple: Rhys meets Lance and Keith at the Wyver equivalent of a wellness & relaxation spa, totally wows and impresses his beau while also checking him out to make sure he's worth the dreamy hunk of a catch that Lance is (he's basically Rhys but younger, how could he not be), and as an added bonus they all come out feeling not only refreshed and relaxed all all heck, but closer as pals. Bros.

It is elegant, simple, and maybe more than a little self-serving but what's wrong with having cake and eating it too? If the having was the spa, and the eat was...uh... Okay so that's not the best metaphor. But he wants to meet the dude Lance is all heads over heels for because it's important, and if he happens to impress them both with how With It he is then it's all the better right? Yes.

No one ever got anywhere by being totally selfless except...like...poor. Or whatever. And Rhys isn't about that life. Rhys is a winner and a rather excellent bro if he does say so himself. He'll be making exploding fistbumps with the two of them by the end of the day and it'll be awesome, he's sure of it.

Right after he embarrasses the ever living hell out of them.

HOPE YOU GUYS ARE READY FOR THE PLATONIC SPA DATE OF YOUR LIVES GUYS, Rhys is on time and waiting in the lobby when they arrive. ]

[competing]

[ what does lance love more than his favorite people? when his favorite people get along. and while rhys and keith are probably two people that would never actually socialize together, willingly, lance has not even a shadow of a doubt that they'll get along just fine now.

because they have to! or he'll cry, or something.

true, true, he could have probably chosen an avenue that would have probably put the grumpier of the two at more ease, but the doesn't think there are all that many opportunities to chat during a training session or fIGHT TO THE DEATH, so the spa resort kind of wins out by default. ]

C'mon, Keith, it won't be that bad, trust me—

[ their entrance is announced by this plaintive plea, the taller of the pair dragging the other one along by laced fingers. as soon as lance spots rhys waiting for them, he switches from puppy eyes to something much more perky, excited. if he had a tail, he'd be wagging it right now, etc. ]

Oh — there he is! Rhys, hey Rhys!

[emblazes]

[All of this directly contrasts all of Keith's central desires and beliefs. A spa day sounds nothing but uncomfortable to him, if not intrusive, and what an awkward way to meet one of Lance's friends. His frown's been pretty permanent, inwardly thinking of all the Fetch Quests he could be performing in the time it took to get here, and just as he opens his mouth to gripe about the whole thing again -- reestablish that very few things have worked post a "Just Trust Me!" with Lance as the speaker...

Rhys is indicated to, his expression is enduring. There's not even a Stepford smile to be had...which has more to do with his inability to socialize than anything judgmental on his end....]

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[originallutece]

Put your hands down.

[What a fucking nerd. Rosalind's fingers run idly over the rim of her cup. She's ever impatient, but tea, sadly, needs time to brew.]

What precisely did you have in mind? And understand I'm not committing to anything just yet.

[rhygret]

[ But he's your nerd Rosalind, you need to love him. Embarrassing tycoon imitations and all ]

Well Olympia's still being cleaned up and everything right? The place has been practically abandoned for a month now, and it'll be like that for a little bit longer according to whoever's running the clean-up. So.

[ Rhys emphasizes that word with meaning. ]

There's going to be a vacuum of supply for demand when we eventually get moved back there. No one's set up or prepared to do business. Everyone had to pack up and move and stuff when the place was evacuated. No way that place is going to be back to normal right away.

[originallutece]

[her favorite nerd

No, but what he says makes sense, which is why she pays him mind. Frowning slightly, she finally nods in agreement.]

All right. I see where you're going, but what would be our advantage, beyond having the extra knowledge we do? There's plenty of sharp businessmen around, and I'm certain you're not the only one with that kind of idea.

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[kissintime]

Hella.

[ says ermes, sitting on the chair sideways, arm hanging off the back, because she wants to totally act cool too? if he can steeple his fingers, she can sit down like she's a cool chick who doesn't give a fuck about anything. ]

What're you thinking man? Lay it on me. I'm all about getting rich or die trying. ...Actually, no I'm not, I don't wanna die. Nothing that involves death here.

[rhygret]

[ SEE Ermes gets it. It's all in the posturing, the way you handle yourself. The Look. This is how you do things man, this is it. ]

Agreed. Dying sucks and no one wants to die. So let's do the rich thing, starting with capitalizing on the fact that Olympia has virtually no infrastructure right now.

[kissintime]

The bombing really did a number on people. [ she says with a click of the tongue. ] I haven't been able to get the same decent work hunting like I used to. Too many people are turning to it and the pay is crap now. I've been living off the silver I made from bounty hunting.

[ it's a drag. she likes having a lot of money - it isn't a matter of greed, but of comfort. money makes life easier. ]

So you got some big plan to shake shit up. I got a power that can duplicate anything. What can I do for you?

» spaceballs «

[motivation]

[ dutch doesn't go back to the station that often, mostly because she doesn't like seeing johnny still and unmoving in his stasis pod next to d'avin's. she wants them to be awake and down on the planet with her, but they're not. she doesn't like seeing them up here, but she still comes to check on them every so often.

generally, those trips end with dutch in the kitchen searching for alcohol. what she finds this time instead is rhys with a pint of ice cream. ]

Care to share?

[rhygret]

[ Oh, well this is an unexpected and welcome evening surprise. Rhys stops with his mouth wrapped around the end of the spoon and perks up visibly when he hears Dutch's voice. Thankfully he swallows his current mouthful before he decides to try talking, though he does send a woeful look at his pint before getting over it. It's ice cream. he will live. ]

--Sure, yeah. Pull up a spoon and a chair. Hope you're in the mood for bubblegum.

[motivation]

Bubblegum? [ dutch says in the tones of someone who might as well have said what the hells? or some even stronger formulation of that same sentiment.

because what the hells. bubblegum ice cream? ]

I changed my mind.

[ but she still pulls up a chair. ]

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[unweave]

[ It's not exactly the first time she's tried to talk business with people here. Cree didn't pan out so well, so she's understandably avoiding that line of work and type of work. She's too morally gray to deal without knowing the full story. For the most part, she does when she's running things. That's how she likes it.

She's done decent so far with the mercenary group, got some jobs and starting to get people's trust. It's a good feeling — helping, earning her worth, and staying the fuck away from politics.

Aranea accepts Rhys and his invite after their dinner a few weeks ago. They're on decent terms, so she bites. ]

I haven't even taken my pants off and you jumped right into it.

[ Needless to say: CONTEXT AND DEETS. Well, expand upon that thought. ]

[rhygret]

Wh--n, no that's not what this is...

[ Rhys begins startled, almost a little panicked by the jab until he recognizes it for what it is and he huffs, squinting as he purses his lips. Ha ha, Aranea. So funny. ]

You're hilarious.

[unweave]

Try to be. [ Aranea says with a sly grin on her features. It's easy to mess with the boys. But,there's a slight wag of her finger as she tries to get back on path. ] We've talked about this, but — you gotta tell me how you plan on getting rich on their coin. How does this involve me now that plans are being finalized?

b.

[insurgent]

[ Luck leads her to the same kitchen as Rhys. She looks like shit: visibly muddy, hair damp, jacket torn, a thin cut on her shoulder peaking through the fabric. Her quiet confidence remains, at least. See, her job sent her barrelling through the Wyver jungle today, so she uses her one trip to go somewhere with snacks and swanky showers.

At the sight of Rhys, her mouth curves into a half-smile. ]

Far from home again. [ said casually, though it's a genuine observation, as she retrieves some trail mix from a cupboard (on her tip-toes, obviously). ]

[ They're past the point where the word home tastes foreign in her mouth. It's been home since the first time Rhys said it aloud, even with other members of the house coming and going. ]

[rhygret]

[ She looks like hell but Rhys has enough tact not to just go blurting that out when he sees her. Instead he gives Jyn an obvious and surprised once-over before nodding to her and lets the tiny screwdriver in his hand (this one not being used to try and rip out his own cybernetics) tip down towards the table. ]

Better tools up here for this sort of thing. And it doesn't feel like walking through a wall of sweat.

[ Rhys turns his palm out for her to see where he's opened a small panel on the inside of his thumb to expose the wires and couplings inside. ]

[insurgent]

[ Jyn isn't a tech expert, by any means. She has repaired a few old droids in her time and tinkered with code replicators but nothing as complex as Rhys' arm. With her box of trailmix in hand, she steps over to peer at his cybernetics.

At the mention of the Wyver heat, she wrinkles her nose. ]

It's horrid down there. [ tropical and unlike anything she's ever known. She misses Lah'mu and Coruscant and Skuhl. ] Is this routine maintenance or...

[ did you hurt yourself, roboboy!! ]

A.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket is sniffing suspiciously at the tea, because what the fuck, Rhys. Meet in a bar like a normal person.

...but his little ears flick at the mention of money.]

...You have my full attention.

[rhygret]

[ he knew he could count on Rocket to be concerned with the truly important matters of life. Cash cash dolla, yo.

Also he doesn't want to take the chance of the booze being sexy booze okay? It's infinitely more difficult to get business done when you are macking on people. ]

Thought you might like that. First off: stuff in Olympia sucks right now and not a lot of people can afford it, but I'm thinking of bringing in something we used back home before it all imploded or whatever the Storm actually does.

[ Rhys activates his palm display with an easy flick of two fingers, revealing several elemental symbols. ]

Back home we could make bullets with a ton of different effects, and considering how much everyone on this planet seems to hate each other I figure it'd be good to start getting a leg up on all that aaaand then selling some of it. Not enough do they can do much with it or anything, just. You know. Enough to get totally rich.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket sits up a little straighter, which really just means he stands up on his chair so he can lean closer, examining the symbols.]

Ohhh. I get you. Limit the supply of the fancy weapons to the natives so the Celestials don't get pissed 'cause I'm sure they worry about shit like that, but you can do one better. We use that kind of crap all the time. And bullets ain't easy to come by around here. Better bullets means better bounty hunters which makes richer bounty hunters, which makes us richer.

And nobody cares about our weapons! They just think we're weirdos who don't use swords like "civilized" people. [He cackles.]

wildcarding for drift (in)compatible shenanigans because let's put it here

[ofobedience]

[Fly a spaceship, he'd said. Achieve harmony with your co-pilot he'd said. Those words alone were enough to make Giovanni's mood turn dour, to leave him distinctly on edge (concerned, anxious, afraid). He's never driven so much as a bicycle, never mind a spaceship, and that one occasion where he'd been trapped in a malfunctioning pod hurtling through space on a collision course for the ground hardly counts (nor has it given him the best impression of space travel, honestly).

And now here he is at the hangar, and who does he find he's been paired off with?]

Oh, joy. It's you.

[His tone is desert dry, his expression drier. Never mind that, in actuality, it does help just a little bit to discover his 'co-pilot' is someone he knows. Even if he does doubt Rhys' capabilities in...well, everything, really.]

[rhygret]

[ If it helps at all even though Rhys's parents probably bought him a bicycle they probably didn't bother to try teaching him how to use it. Rhys likely then attempted until he hurt himself and promptly said screw this and never learned. Or learned out of spite. WHICHEVER THE CASE, it was lame.

Giant robots are a far cry from bicycles though and shockingly enough? Rhys does have experience in this area. Very short-lived, harrowed experience but experience all the same. It counts when you compare it to the fact that Giovanni's probably never seen a joystick let alone a series of complex aeronautic controls.

So Rhys looks about as enthusiastic as Giovanni's tone suggests, squinting at him and crossing his arms over his chest. ]

Oh, you have got to be kidding me. You?? I bet you can't even drive a car. Why are you my co-pilot??

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[shikomizue]

[Maybe this particular invitation was not intentional. Takasugi found out about these meetings through a mutual acquaintance and has just shown up. Maybe it was simply ill-advised. Rhys you have better friends what are you doing??

Either way, he's showing up at the tea house smelling strongly of 'incense', a scent that clashes rather than mingles with the sharp aroma of tea and spice.

The smile on his face is that same coy bullshit Rhys has seen before.] I'm listening. [And pouring himself a cup of tea, before returning to his overtly relaxed posture in his seat.]

[rhygret]

[ Is incense code for opium tho ]

Okay good because I'm about to blow your backwater little mind.

[ he says, not knowing at all how advanced or behind Takasugi's universe was before it ended. DOESN'T MATTER. Almost every single person he's spoken to up until now has been in the past, comparatively speaking. ]

Olympia's kind of in a slump right now, right? People are moving backin and from the sounds of it the have the upper parts of the city all fixed up? But everything else is still crappy and there's not exactly a lot to go around. It's the perfect time to get a foot in the door as far as businesses go.