a shining new era is tiptoeing nearer

[wellpastsaving]

Characters: Darla, Loki, Adam [closed]
Location: Space Applebee's.
Planet: Coruscant
When: Today. ... Nite. Whatever. Some kind of witching hour in which they are still offering the specials
What: Oh nothing. Just founding the Legion of Doom.
Rating: PG-13 for villainy banter

Comments

[howangryarethey]

[It's not like Adam expects anyone to really give three damns or a shit about what they talk about. This is Star Wars. They have bars dedicated to people talking about blowing shit up and killing people. And Adam's swag new apartment still has blood on it because he may or may not have killed a man for it. What? He was a statistic. And a creepy alien. /racist.]

And suddenly I'm terribly disappointed in Loki for not introducing us sooner. Darla, I presume?

[konstgrepp]

[ Because those tits are his tits, Adam. Get away. X( He was waiting outside, shapeshifted into someone else, waiting for Darla to arrive so that he could make a grand entrance and make them all wait on him. Yep. But, now he's looking like Loki and waltzing in behind her. ]

Correct. Darla, this is Adam Monroe. [ He shifts his attention to Adam, remaining at Darla's side. ] Who, I should hope, has something to share with us that won't be terribly disappointing.

[howangryarethey]

Still bitter about my ship, Loki? Oh, just let it go. I guarantee that by the time we need it, I'll have a pilot eating out of the palms of our hands. [A pause] The thing is, my friends, we are sitting on a goldmine of untapped potential. Operating as free agents can only get you so much, but with our resources combined... Imagine the possibilities.

[wellpastsaving]

Claws in, boys. [She glances up at Loki, where he's still standing next to her side of the table] Have a seat. I don't bite. As much as I used to.

[She fixes her attention back on Adam] I like having my 'possibilities' spelled out, when other people are concerned.