I Only Have Eyes for You, Dear

[cuppa_mecha]

So, this was the end of the line for old Gigolo Joe, thought the mecha as he sat stiffly in the seat of the amphibicopter next to the authorities that had dragged him in. When the time had come Joe didn’t think his last feelings would be toward David, but they were. He found himself hoping? Yes, hoping, that David would somehow find his blue fairy

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[c_macaulay]

Camilla, by contrast, had seen far too much of this airport for her liking. To come across a dapper man literally dancing for joy seemed a bit strange. She approached warily.

"Hello? Are you all right?"

Maybe the place had driven him mad. She couldn't blame him if it had.

[cuppa_mecha]

His dancing immediately ceased as he assessed the woman addressing him. She was obviously orga, but, by her demeanor, didn't seem to be a threat. For a moment he thought this had all been a ruse, a game played on him to further the attempt at humiliation from his captors.

The authorities he couldn't tackle but a woman. Well, a woman was just up his alley. And programmed to find all women attractive, Joe didn't find it hard in the least to put the swagger in his step and approach the woman as if she was a potential client.

Sure, he'd grown from his experience with David but default programming always prevailed in these sorts of situations.

He approached her and tilted his head, looking deep into her eyes. "I am now that you are here, my golden princess." His English accent danced smoothly along the phrase. "My name is Joe. Who might you be, who would take my breath away had I any."

He held out a hand, upturned and welcoming.

[c_macaulay]

To understand Camilla's reaction to this flattery, one must understand that Camilla had been for years the lone girl amid a bevy of protective male friends with varying degrees of romantic interest in her. She was accustomed to being fawned over. Moreover, said male friends were all classicists by training, and tended toward high-flown language in singing her praises.

It was more the beauty of this man, and the fluidity of his movements, his self-assured grace, to which she responded with immediate warmth.

"I'm Camilla Macaulay," she said. She thought he might expect her to lay her hand in his so he could kiss it; instead, with a slight smile, she shook the offered hand. "Have you got a last name, Joe?"

[cuppa_mecha]

His eyebrows flinched at her actions but it didn't deter his routine. He modified his approach with a specifically calculated tender smile. He lessened their distance greatly when he slid closer to her body, not touching but letting his presence awash the human female.

He gave her a sultry look before answering her question. "Camilla Macaulay," he repeated, logging her name for future use, "those who know of my purpose call me Gigolo Joe. I am a mecha but I am exponentially better than any orga you have or will ever have."

And now that his offer was there he felt it more than appropriate to tilt his head abruptly causing Frank Sinatra to let his presence be known through his classic vocals of "I Only Have Eyes for You." The sound came from Joe's body, exuding as much as his sensual nature did in his every move.

[misscroft]

When Lara came across a man tap-dancing through the terminal, she wasn't entirely sure what to think. Perhaps he had been here a while and simply lost his mind; she had considered it more than once. But she often made a point of knowing if not the names but the faces of the terminal's denizens, and this one she did not recognise.

So it was with some trepidation that she approached him.

"Excuse me...are you lost, by any chance?"

[cuppa_mecha]

"Yes," Joe said, seductively. "But I am certainly grateful to have been found by you. I am Joe."

As with Camilla he held his hand out, but this time with the acknowledgment that her hand might not be proffered in a way to be kissed. This didn't stop his act, though. He would still be as sensual as ever.

Women walking out of thin air to talk to Joe. It was a dream come true. If he could dream, that is, it would be.

[misscroft]

Lara raised an eyebrow, amused. It wouldn't be the first time men had tried their charms on her upon their first meeting. She was reminded, unpleasantly, of Manfred Powell, and - less unpleasantly - of Bond. Success varied from case to case, it seemed.

"Lara," she said, extending her own hand and shaking his with a firm grip. "I take it you just arrived?"

[cuppa_mecha]

Her nature was completely different than that of Camilla. This was a woman who would not come and see him on her own. This was that female whose friends had called on him for a present and this was that female who stared at him for hours of their allotted time until finally giving it a go. Lara didn't need Joe. Neither had Camilla, but she'd been so willing to be seduced.

Joe acknowledged her hand and returned the stiff grip. He put his hands on his hips, looking around, tapping the floor with his shoe sharply.

"So it seems," he said. He whirled around back to her, his coat flipping up, closing in on her form with ease. He was soon fairly close to her body, enough to see the details of her skin. "Have you?" he said with no exertion of breathing. He had no qualms with closeness. It meant little to him more than a programmed interaction with his client.

[horacegauge]

It was the odd change in current that first attracted Horace's attention. Oh, not to the airport's system; that was still normal. It was the new, odd, little...galaxy...collective...thing of electricity that had just suddenly appeared. Interesting wake-up call, anyway.

And then he'd got there and discovered that it a guy. An electrical guy. He was cleaner than Horace. A lot cleaner. Reminded the dead man of his lawyer, in fact, except for the little dancing thing.

Nah, Mr. Jackass Lawyer had been way too serious for that.

So, he hadn't been executed? Or maybe whatever god or force or whatever had just been kinder than Carnate. It was interesting. Horace wondered if it hurt.

He was leaning against one of the windows (glass, insulator, safe, especially in the airport) when the dancing guy went by. He had not been there a few seconds previously. "Does it hurt?" Horace asked, quietly. Caught up in his own thoughts, it hadn't yet occured to him that the guy wouldn't understand the question.

[cuppa_mecha]

He stopped, not for the first time, his jig ending this time in a rolling crescendo of taps and a spin. He walked over at the man's question, but not too close. For some reason he felt it necessary to keep his distance from this man. He looked mecha but one could never tell the specific job he had. He gazed into the dark pools of nothing that were his eyes.

He tapped the ground experimentally and looked back up.

"No," he replied, simply. He looked into those eyes again, tilting his head in curiosity. "Are you the one who will destroy my brains?"

Not for the first time, Joe was caught with the thought that this was all a fancy way of destroying Joe. Put him in an abandon place, give him women, then fatally break him in accordance of the law right when he was happy.

[horacegauge]

Horace tilted his head slightly, realizing that they probably weren't on the same page. Then he realized that he'd been standing still for too long and was starting to twitch, so he stood up straight and sidled a few steps further away.

"Not on purpose," he replied, shrugging. That was an odd way to put it, though. Maybe he was foreign. "Were you expecting it? Cause judging by the juice you got charging through you now, I don't think you have to worry anymore."

[cuppa_mecha]

Joe's look mimicked Horace's. He shifted as Horace stepped away but otherwise stood perfectly still.

"I can't drink juice," Joe said, implementing the most immediate definition of the word in the reply. "I didn't kill Samantha Bevins," he said as a fact. He knew it might be futile.