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toplvl2020-10-19 11:26 am
sockhopsolly) wrote in toplvl2020-10-19 11:26 am
Time to Make the Donuts
We're all used to playing our characters in special circumstances--sharing a bath, AUed into a robot, in the rain, lost in the ball pit (well that's one way to get your extra hour)...but how often do we get to actually play our characters doing their day jobs?
This meme is for just that.
INSTRUCTIONS
1. Write a starter about your character going about their day at work, wherever that may be.
If your character is a doctor, write them checking in on a patient, or having a meal in the hospital cafeteria. If they're a lawyer, write them at court. If they're a professional ghost-hunter? Yeah, that'd be a pretty neat starter too!
Be sure to include some sort of hook that allows other characters to join in the action, even if your character works alone. Maybe they brought their pile of research out to a cafe? Maybe they need help with something?
2. Respond to other characters' starters. Please tag out if you put a starter up. I know I can't enforce this, but no meme goes anywhere if people don't engage.
3. Thread. Have a good day at work, or perhaps an awful day at work.
bruno bucciarati — jojo's bizarre adventure — ota
however, you're probably not here at this restaurant on pleasant business.
you've come to speak with Bucciarati, head of a group of bodyguards tied to the famiglia — the Mafia. someone's hurt you or someone you care about, perhaps, and you're afraid; or you might need some temporary protection while you travel through the area. if you're going to pay well enough, you might be able to make some...other requests. they are not assassins (and he isn't going to help you find that team; he probably couldn't lead you to them if he wanted to) but if you perhaps know a dangerous person that needs to be intercepted and...spoken to about their terrible deeds, or have some intel on a potential threat to yourself or others...or if there's a threat on your life — Bucciarati will take a meeting to listen to your cause.
he takes a cut of your payment up front prior to meeting, non-refundable, a show of good faith and respect. after that, he can't make promises as to what he will agree to do for you.
you were instructed to hand it to a blond man with a strawberry-iconed necktie (and weird as that was for an instruction, sure enough...that happened) before being brought by the host at the door to the furthest end of the restaurant — to a secluded, quieter section, partially closed away and fitted with south-facing windows. despite feeling like some sort of deeply-embedded den for a mobster to be taking meetings in, nothing about the room feels ominous or entrenched.
Bucciarati meets you alone, sitting at a circular dining table, where glasses of white wine have already been poured in preparation. a menu sits at the empty and only other place setting here, directly across from the man in white, and cleanly-cut long hair.
he's looking up from his wrist watch when you arrive, and he's patient to wait until you sit down with him before he remarks— ) You made good time, given the midday traffic. ( it seems as though you passed some preconceived challenge somewhere; of course, it would have been an insult to arrive late to a meeting like this. ) I appreciate you not keeping me waiting. I trust my associate Fugo was here to greet you, as I instructed. ( obviously he was, so what is the hint there? not about his own team member, certainly, but that you completed your part of the bargain. )
Begin where you would like — unless, if you're hungry... ( Bucciarati doesn't have a menu before him, only a yet-to-be-fulfilled place setting. is he planning on eating? should you? would it be rude not to? your choice — a waiter stands actively at the ready, waiting to be called on, or dismissed. )
( canon mates (even across parts) and cross canon equally loved. ocs welcome. no medium preference. Bruno is a mobster with magic abilities, though those abilities are a. typically largely made a secret between all similar magic users and b. not visible to people who don't carry a similar ability, but i am happy to throw rules out of the window for the sake of fun. canon blind people looking for more info and ideas can read more about Bruno here, and these magic abilities here. if yours is also magically-inclined, i'll happily work with cramming both schools of fiction together. if yours isn't, then none of it has to matter! (but if it's help you need that's magic-related...hella cool.) )
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I leave it up to you to decide if Bruno knows the club is run by vampires.)
[Phaedra Lamb is here representing Rhea Ashtifar and a local occult-themed burlesque club in the city. While it could be viewed as an insult that Rhea wasn't here herself, she was never seen outside the club.
Rumor had it that in recent nights, there had been trouble at the club--a local gang of thugs stirring shit. And Rhea, tired of her girls getting pawed by brutes, has finally decided to hire help.]
Thank you for offering, but I ate before coming. All the better to get down to business right away. I don't want you to feel like I'm wasting your time tonight.
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( no insult is had at meeting with the associate; Bruno is not Capo (nevermind his ambitions he carries for the day that the opportunity comes,) but considering their Capo is currently sitting in indefinite incarceration... Bucciarati, being so closely in favor of him, is basically the next best thing.
but he is still merely a soldato, and little more than the rest of his group, primarily by seniority and due to his recruitment of them. they're the last line on the streets — their secrecy can be a quickly-forfeited thing once they actually begin their work. the trade-off is, they do the work.
what Bucciarati learns of Phaedra from this demonstration, is that she's quick to the matter, and extremely pragmatic. Bucciarati doesn't seem dissatisfied, but he nods once, slowly, as if understanding something below the simplicity of her choice.
the waiter bows and leaves them. )
Of course, Signorina Lamb. The matter of this meeting was a good concern to your party.
Rhea Ashfitar, specifically, si? ( Bucciarati takes hold of the wine glass set on his side of the table, bringing it into his proximity and letting it hover below his chin while he continues— ) Pertaining to her entertainment establishment, should I guess?
( they've...never dealt with vampires. mostly because there exist small clutches of vampires within the famiglia, because of course there are. it's a family of the people, knitting Italy's wealthy with her degenerates. no one can simply just buy their way in — you demonstrate yourself, you earn your way in, millionaire or miscreant. and vampires can be...equally formidable as they are susceptible. the key reason why they know of them associated to Ashfitar is because their Capo oversees many industries here, including entertainment. as an eccentric man with brutally bizarre recruitment measures, it's not shocking that he's built a symbiotic relationship with them here on his turf.
Bucciarati tips the glass against his lip while he gives Phaedra the floor. his curiosity is schooled, but present. )
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[The expression on her face makes her distaste clear. While she can defend herself reasonably well, as a vampire, most of the other employees, especially the waitresses and dancers, are completely normal human women.]
We had hoped it might be possible to hire protection from your men for long enough to ensure the safety of our workers and guests.
[To be completely honest, she sort of hopes the mafia will take offense to this gang operating in their territory and will act more definitively than just offering a few men for protection, but that is a lot to ask for. Better to set her sights low to start with.]
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Very few things about this sit well with him, from Polnareff's disappearance to the spirit photograph of a stand that can use an arrow to create other stands to the fact that the Speedwagon Foundation itself seems to have been infiltrated by someone, trying to deter anyone from investigating either of those things.
The good news is that he can wear a suit well. ]
Am I right in thinking it would be a terrible insult to the chef to leave food on the plate? I probably shouldn't, if so. I never can manage to eat more than a few bites.
[ Which is true. And it's a shame, because the food does smell wonderful. He pulls his chair in and tucks his hair behind his ear before reaching for the glass of water rather than the wine. ]
I'm looking for a family friend - a frenchman. He was travelling through this area the last time I heard from him, and I havn't seen him since. I have photographs of him. Some of his jewellery. I'm not expecting miracles from you. But if you could look at them I'd be grateful. At the risk of being impolite to them, even that much would be far more than the police have been willing to do.
[ His Italian is near-perfect, give or take some awkward over-formality. Accented, but always correct. ]
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( Bucciarati nods his head in demure agreement, before eyeing the waiter, giving him a signal that he is relieved.
Bucciarati looks the man over in the pause that pulses between this and his eventual explanation, and his first impressions are not the most suspect, but certainly curious. Noriaki Kakyoin speaks in carefully-assembled Italian, and Bruno doesn't initially settle on any suspicion about the man's familiarity with Italy as a whole. but he does think, if Signore Kakyoin is not a resident here...that this request, actively being laid out piece by piece before him like a meal of its own, is even more strange as a complete composition than the individual factors that comprise it.
this Frenchman was in this area, and there's an anchor point there. the cogs in Bucciarati's mind begin to churn, face flat and his features set in deeper with serious attention, but as his thoughts begin to queue, it's as is Signore Kakyoin can sense them — perceptive, either on whatever vaguest shifts occur in Bucciarati's face, or in himself and the story he is displaying.
he appreciates it, no matter the direction it's coming from. )
For being the authority to bound injustice, the police, in reality, often find their own hands shackled by policy. ( the words could advocate for the devil, but Bucciarati's tone is neutral to the point of sounding unimpressed with what he speaks on. ) You might have felt as though you had wasted your time attempting them, but you've saved me from having to ask that you do so.
( Bucciarati's eyes don't leave Signore Kakyoin's face yet, eyeing him as if weighing everything he's been given, like some dusty road merchant seeking trade. is that really not the case, though, inherently?
he seems to settle with a decision; his eyes relax and slip into a brief and musing closure as he looks away, taking his glass of wine and indulging briefly. what has been brought to him, what he has weighed, has at least begun to convince him of its validity. ) And I don't intend to waste more of your time. Tell me about your friend. Show me what you have.
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[ He lays out a series of photographs on the table, all featuring a pale-silver-haired man, broad-shouldered and red and freckled where he's sun-touched and laughing more often than not. Kakyoin himself is in a few of the pictures, occasionally wrestled into the frame of them by the frenchman. ]
He's an itinerant sort. Likes to wander around Europe, chasing after whatever's caught his interest lately. He travels cheaply. I checked the hostels first, but his name wasn't in any of their guestbooks. He has a knack for exchanging favours, befriending people, doing errands in exchange for being permitted to stay in their homes as a guest, that sort of thing.
[ Which makes him difficult to track. He sighs, only a little overdramatically, and places a pair of earrings on the table next to the photographs. They're shaped like broken hearts, made from green glass. ]
He wears earrings in this style. Not these exact ones, of course, this is a pair he left behind when we last met. But the same shape.
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[It was nice to visit Naples, Peace agreed with her uncle. But the Gregory family was almost hilariously wealthy, and sometimes - in order to ensure she was not kept for ransom or otherwise - it paid to make sure that her safety was paramount. And sometimes that meant going through means that were less than savory.
But, Bucciarati and his team came with high praise. So, she paid the upfront cost in cash and followed the host into the secluded area. She's barely twenty, and short. At five feet tall, Bruno would tower over her. Even more pointedly, she makes sure not to wear heels that wouldn't help if she needed to escape quickly, but a pair of sensible ballerina flats and a butter-yellow designer sundress patterned with green vines around the hem.
Otherwise, she is very pale-skinned, with palest blue eyes and crimson red hair. She's built like an hourglass. If an hourglass was really small. Peace knows that logically, she should be cautious and careful. After all, despite the good recommendation, there's very little stopping Peace from being kidnapped here and kept for ransom.
And considering the amount of ghosts wandering the streets... Well, she'd prefer not to join their numbers.]
I'm not hungry, no, but I wouldn't say no to an espresso. So, if you're hungry, by all means order. It's really nice to meet you!