Log; OPEN
Who: THE COMMANDER!!! And his minion. And probably Verona? OPEN. Multiple threads, etc etc you know the drill
Where: Vesuvius, Verona's place of business
When: UHH RIGHT NOW.
Warnings: LOL DOUBT IT.
Incognito. That was the word for the evening. Seeing as he and his minion were two infamous, wanted criminals, they had to be sure to disguise themselves if they were going to venture into the city and accept the whore-woman's (that was her title, right? OH, he was so behind on social conventions) invitation. While the Commander wasn't one to accept pity or charity from others, he WAS one to accept free stuff, particularly food, so after some hemming and hawwing, he agreed to make an appearance at this "Vesuvius" place.
The disguise, he HAD to admit, was brilliant. A pair of goggles, a watch cap pulled over his head to cover his hair (which-- much like his actual face-- nobody ever saw ANYWAY, but STILL! It needed to be hidden), and a grungy bandana pulled up over his nose was enough to SURELY obscure his identity and give him the appearance of a bandit a totally normal citizen. For his companion, he decided to class her up a bit with one of their dog-fur coats-- something the ladies would no doubt envy-- and some stylish sunglasses he'd whisked off a corpse a few weeks ago (mainly to hide the whole eyeless thing). He attempted to give her a classic up-do, as well, but the results were a bit messy. Still, she could certainly pass for a woman about town now.
Getting past the guards and into the city didn't prove difficult, as he knew where the weak security points were and managed to slip through, and with that, he and his faithful minion made their way to Vesuvius. When they found the alleged "Misti," he declared: "I am the Commander, and THISSS? Is my minion! WE DEMAND FOOD!" Oh, wait, he was in polite company. He raised his goggles and gave her a wink. "We have a reservation," he added, in a sort of conspiratorial voice.
[OOC: ALSO BECAUSE I'M LAZY, lazylogging it welcome, too.]
Where: Vesuvius, Verona's place of business
When: UHH RIGHT NOW.
Warnings: LOL DOUBT IT.
Incognito. That was the word for the evening. Seeing as he and his minion were two infamous, wanted criminals, they had to be sure to disguise themselves if they were going to venture into the city and accept the whore-woman's (that was her title, right? OH, he was so behind on social conventions) invitation. While the Commander wasn't one to accept pity or charity from others, he WAS one to accept free stuff, particularly food, so after some hemming and hawwing, he agreed to make an appearance at this "Vesuvius" place.
The disguise, he HAD to admit, was brilliant. A pair of goggles, a watch cap pulled over his head to cover his hair (which-- much like his actual face-- nobody ever saw ANYWAY, but STILL! It needed to be hidden), and a grungy bandana pulled up over his nose was enough to SURELY obscure his identity and give him the appearance of a bandit a totally normal citizen. For his companion, he decided to class her up a bit with one of their dog-fur coats-- something the ladies would no doubt envy-- and some stylish sunglasses he'd whisked off a corpse a few weeks ago (mainly to hide the whole eyeless thing). He attempted to give her a classic up-do, as well, but the results were a bit messy. Still, she could certainly pass for a woman about town now.
Getting past the guards and into the city didn't prove difficult, as he knew where the weak security points were and managed to slip through, and with that, he and his faithful minion made their way to Vesuvius. When they found the alleged "Misti," he declared: "I am the Commander, and THISSS? Is my minion! WE DEMAND FOOD!" Oh, wait, he was in polite company. He raised his goggles and gave her a wink. "We have a reservation," he added, in a sort of conspiratorial voice.
[OOC: ALSO BECAUSE I'M LAZY, lazylogging it welcome, too.]