Post by Eden on Jul 26, 2021 21:31:38 GMT -5
Trackers carrying automatic weapons with leashed hounds patrol back on the coast near Asylum searching for the hooded man Sly saw leaving the scene of the Warden Eden's demise. Meanwhile, far far away, a plane lands at the high tech landing strip outside the gates of Dystopia. The wheels slow down screeching, running over a torn banner featuring the delightful face of Noah Hanson, before coming to a full stop. Down the steps a pair of unforgettable legs. A blonde bombshell pauses at the immense view beyond the landing strip. The majesty of the blue hue just over the horizon and the WWH's futuristic City that never sleeps straight ahead.
She gets ushered into a private City entrance. Through a lobby, up an elevator, and eventually into a large mostly digital conference room. She sits in a pointed chair, then tells the escorts to get lost. Down the table, a video screen illuminates, featuring the face of Warden Sly. She rolls her eyes, as the Infirmary Physician stares with great discernment while explaining the situation at hand.
Dr.Sly "Ms.LeVeaux, nice to see you again. Sorry for the hurry, but Dystopia has lost its leader. Retirement, lack of passion, perhaps abduction by the same foe, call it what you want, Noah Hanson has disappeared, and that leaves an opening shaped kind of like... you."
Lindy takes a sip from a water glass that pops up perfectly level from a hole in the table. She wets her lucious lips, seemingly trying to endear Sly, but also noticing that her flirtations don't work on the mad Doctor.
Lindy LeVeaux "The pleasure is all mine... for now, Doc. I can take this show over, sure, whyyy not? I assume I get a super fancy loft somewhere within the area... I will run day to day operations... let's talk compensation..."
Always direct and down to brass tax. A killer Queen at heart, though deceiving to the eyes.
Dr.Sly "Of course the compensation will be... competiti-"
Lindy makes her assertion clear.
Lindy LeVeaux "Great! But! I need more Doc. I run my ship, you run yours?"
Sly grins widely, shaking his head.
Dr.Sly "I'll tell ya what, this wasn't a promotion I was looking for, Ms.LeVeaux. However, since we are here, I will give you an opportunity to prove your autonomy. Currently, I have about 200 trackers across several states looking for the man who took out Eden, and probably had something to do with Noah. I saw him leaving the area with my own two binocular eyes..."
She shrugs it off.
Lindy LeVeaux "Okay so you're tracking him... so?"
Warden Sly sighs, and looks at her with a sense of purpose yet desperation.
Dr.Sly "Find him using your own resources, and you have final say over all Dystopian affairs. If you don't- I will make final decisions for both shows, and you simply become the Manager on Duty... capeesh?"
She thinks on it, twiddling her thumbs, then getting out of her chair. Suddenly, an idea pops into her over-tanned head. She finally turns with a sly smile toward Sly, sure of herself.
Lindy LeVeaux "Okay, Doc! You're on! I find the trouble-maker, and I get the final say around here..."
She turns to walk out, but Sly clears his throat as if not finished speaking.
Dr.Sly "Ohhh, and Lindy... If you try to fuck me over, orrrrrr if I were to sayyyyy, find out you are part of this hostile takeover attempt, you'll end up on my fucking table. Paralyzed medically, until you're dead- well, technically..."
She sighs and turns around with watery eyes, still holding her confidence with a deeper thread of humility.
Lindy LeVeaux "Understood... Doc. No need for that. I'll figure it out."
Dr.Sly "You better. Good luck, Ms.LeVeaux-"
The screen goes blank as Sly's face disapears. Lindy takes a deep breath whispering to herself.
Lindy LeVeaux "What the fuck are you getting yourself into Linny..."
Fade to an ominous yet hopeful black.
Dr.Sly "Ms.LeVeaux, nice to see you again. Sorry for the hurry, but Dystopia has lost its leader. Retirement, lack of passion, perhaps abduction by the same foe, call it what you want, Noah Hanson has disappeared, and that leaves an opening shaped kind of like... you."
Lindy takes a sip from a water glass that pops up perfectly level from a hole in the table. She wets her lucious lips, seemingly trying to endear Sly, but also noticing that her flirtations don't work on the mad Doctor.
Lindy LeVeaux "The pleasure is all mine... for now, Doc. I can take this show over, sure, whyyy not? I assume I get a super fancy loft somewhere within the area... I will run day to day operations... let's talk compensation..."
Always direct and down to brass tax. A killer Queen at heart, though deceiving to the eyes.
Dr.Sly "Of course the compensation will be... competiti-"
Lindy makes her assertion clear.
Lindy LeVeaux "Great! But! I need more Doc. I run my ship, you run yours?"
Sly grins widely, shaking his head.
Dr.Sly "I'll tell ya what, this wasn't a promotion I was looking for, Ms.LeVeaux. However, since we are here, I will give you an opportunity to prove your autonomy. Currently, I have about 200 trackers across several states looking for the man who took out Eden, and probably had something to do with Noah. I saw him leaving the area with my own two binocular eyes..."
She shrugs it off.
Lindy LeVeaux "Okay so you're tracking him... so?"
Warden Sly sighs, and looks at her with a sense of purpose yet desperation.
Dr.Sly "Find him using your own resources, and you have final say over all Dystopian affairs. If you don't- I will make final decisions for both shows, and you simply become the Manager on Duty... capeesh?"
She thinks on it, twiddling her thumbs, then getting out of her chair. Suddenly, an idea pops into her over-tanned head. She finally turns with a sly smile toward Sly, sure of herself.
Lindy LeVeaux "Okay, Doc! You're on! I find the trouble-maker, and I get the final say around here..."
She turns to walk out, but Sly clears his throat as if not finished speaking.
Dr.Sly "Ohhh, and Lindy... If you try to fuck me over, orrrrrr if I were to sayyyyy, find out you are part of this hostile takeover attempt, you'll end up on my fucking table. Paralyzed medically, until you're dead- well, technically..."
She sighs and turns around with watery eyes, still holding her confidence with a deeper thread of humility.
Lindy LeVeaux "Understood... Doc. No need for that. I'll figure it out."
Dr.Sly "You better. Good luck, Ms.LeVeaux-"
The screen goes blank as Sly's face disapears. Lindy takes a deep breath whispering to herself.
Lindy LeVeaux "What the fuck are you getting yourself into Linny..."
Fade to an ominous yet hopeful black.