TM Prompt #340: For Sale
"...you simply must be joking, gentlemen."
It's a beautiful day in Toronto, so they're having their luncheon outside on the patio. Heather's coffee is virtually untouched, her attention stolen by the portfolio spread open on the table. Department H is made of many different subsections; some of these other departments within are top secret, and others deal more with the public and the other branches of the Canadian government. Which is why, occasionally, Heather meets with Alpha Flight's very own PR team.
This is one of those times, and it's not going very well.
"Miss Hudson, you have to realise..."
"The team is a Canadian symbol! Like the Mounties. It's marketable."
"And we have all these bloody Quatchi dolls leftover in BC from the Olympics..."
"Speaking of which, we've heard disturbing rumours Beaubier plans to cash in on his likeness..."
"So why not do the same for the good of the team?"
Heather holds up a hand, sharp green eyes closed. She can feel a headache coming on.
"But... Alpha plushies?"
"Well, like we said, Sasquatch would be ideal..."
Heather sighs. "Gentleman, I'm rally sorry, but... no. Alpha Flight is not for sale. I refuse to have you make some sort of... Puck doll, or a Guardian Barbie."
"Of course not."
"We WISH Mattel would return our calls!"
Heather sighs.
It's a beautiful day in Toronto, so they're having their luncheon outside on the patio. Heather's coffee is virtually untouched, her attention stolen by the portfolio spread open on the table. Department H is made of many different subsections; some of these other departments within are top secret, and others deal more with the public and the other branches of the Canadian government. Which is why, occasionally, Heather meets with Alpha Flight's very own PR team.
This is one of those times, and it's not going very well.
"Miss Hudson, you have to realise..."
"The team is a Canadian symbol! Like the Mounties. It's marketable."
"And we have all these bloody Quatchi dolls leftover in BC from the Olympics..."
"Speaking of which, we've heard disturbing rumours Beaubier plans to cash in on his likeness..."
"So why not do the same for the good of the team?"
Heather holds up a hand, sharp green eyes closed. She can feel a headache coming on.
"But... Alpha plushies?"
"Well, like we said, Sasquatch would be ideal..."
Heather sighs. "Gentleman, I'm rally sorry, but... no. Alpha Flight is not for sale. I refuse to have you make some sort of... Puck doll, or a Guardian Barbie."
"Of course not."
"We WISH Mattel would return our calls!"
Heather sighs.