[Video - Snow Goons Virus]

[glimmerous_fop]

[Snow can be fun…you get your snow days, your snowball fights, your snow angels, your snowmen and you also get your ice.

Now Los Angeles proper doesn’t get a whole lot of heavy snow, though Mount Lukens has been known to get a little icy. And this means that most people aren’t used to driving in the snow…or backing out of their own parking spots for that matter.

Klavier, who was raised in Germany and frequently visits home, has plenty of experience with heavy snow and driving in it. Normally he takes a car in inclimate weather, but today he’s caught coming home from work on his motorcycle. Hey it was nice when he left this morning!

So, anyway, the scene opens up at a four way intersection with Klavier looking rather bike-less, but upon closer inspection he does have his motorcycle, it’s just hanging out in the intersection, a trail of debris leading from the intersection right to the car where the prosecutor is standing...right in front of...a nice BMW.

Klavier doesn’t look too bad actually, being the attorney that he is…and the vain kind of guy that he is, he has no shame in going out of his way to protect himself. He’s covered from the neck down by a black leather racing suit with purple and white striped reflective surfaces. His helmet his sitting on the hood of the BMW where the lawyer in question is hunched over writing something with his left hand down on a clipboard, apparently engrossed in the task.

He dons a couple of scratches on his face and the right side of his suit is a little messed up, but he appears unharmed otherwise. In any case the viewer has come in on the very back end of a conversation between the ex-rocker and the driver of the BMW.]

...It’s a very nice car…German made…you should have fashioned it with winter tires…

This is Los Angeles! It’s not like snow is a huge problem here…

…It’s certainly your problem right now, Herr…

I’ve had enough! It’s not as though I have to explain myself to you, what kind of maniac rides a motorcycle in this kind of weather anyway.

Ah…touché…[Klavier stands at his full height now, eclipsing the other man in an intimidating manner without appearing or even looking intimidating…especially since he still seems to be favoring his left side]…I noticed your tags are expired…

That…is none of your business…[Klavier puts on the most unconvincing expression of innocence]…and instead of dealing with you I’d rather talk to my lawyers.

Oh…thinking of settling in court…well best of luck to you, Herr…[and with a few cautious steps the prosecutor withdraws a card from one of his leather pockets and tucks it into the man’s front shirt pocket.]…but when you lose…and you will…Here’s. My. Card.

[And with those famous last words, sirens can be heard.] And there’s my ride.




[ooc: Klavier is normal text, the BMW owner is italics.]

Comments

[atadflamboyant]

Oh, dear. Have you been causing trouble again, bratwurst?

[video - hours later]

[glimmerous_fop]

[It's got to be a video because Klavier is down one arm, his right arm is in a sling. If you thought Klavier was sweet drunk he's a little different on pain meds.]

Hei! Eddie Spaghetti! S'been a few...heh...

[Fortunately he hasn't even tried making that climb upstairs]...Trouble's my middle name, it finds me~!

Re: [video - hours later]

[atadflamboyant]

Oh, my. I'd best send someone to retrieve you, hmmm?

[video]

[glimmerous_fop]

It's alright, once I get my sea legs I'll go pick up the sailors, Herr!

Re: [video]

[atadflamboyant]

Not in your condition, my dear. Not today.

[video]

[glimmerous_fop]

You have a point...it's snowing, the docks are probably closed.

Re: [video]

[atadflamboyant]

Oh my dear....

[video]

[glimmerous_fop]

Too bad it's not like the postal service...neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night, nor the winds of change...well to be honest I think the post has become weak...

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[atadflamboyant]

Mmmmhmmmmmm...

[He's just listening, amused.]

[video]

[glimmerous_fop]

You know...seven-eleven is always open...ahhh they're only good for condoms, not pickups...not the good kind either...

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[atadflamboyant]

Why don't I send someone to get you? You'll have everything you need here, my dear.

[video]

[glimmerous_fop]

A...ah well I'll need the laptop and some documents...overnight stuff...and Stitch...gotta call someone to feed the pets...you sure you don't want me to see about those sailors. I know people.

Re: [video]

[atadflamboyant]

I'm sure.

[Klavier, you're so adorable drugged.]

[Video]

[material_guy]

You could've asked to use my car if the weather was that bad.

But, well, better you scratched up than it, eh?

[Video - hours later]

[glimmerous_fop]

[By the time Klavier responds to Greed the prosecutor has already been kidnapped and is holed up in a very Victorian era style bedroom. Very rich in pastels and gold, with an overstuffed canopy bed, a chandelier, and the prosecutor sitting cross-legged on the bed with bandages on his face and his arm in a sling.

At the sight of Greed he moves toward the table where the laptop is sitting, overestimating the distance leading to a nice little tumble off the bed followed by a thud, muffled by carpet, and a faint "ouchie." It's not long before Klavier is on his feet, wobbling back and forth.]

Ha...there's all kinds of gravity in here...hallo Herr!

[Video]

[material_guy]

[The first thing that makes him stop short is the background that is decidedly not Klavier's home or office. But that doesn't stick in his mind long, as Klavier just hit the floor. By the time he gets to the laptop, Greed sits there stupefied by his painful looking cheerful greeting.]

[Video]

[glimmerous_fop]

[Of course Klavier is cheerful, he's on some pretty powerful painkillers, he's not feeling a damned thing...but more than that, it's effecting his ability to form a proper thought that didn't come out silly or chipper...or just downright goofy. It was different from being drunk, he could be sensual when he was drunk and pretty mellow too.]

Tut mit Leid...let me take you to bed, Herr...eh...heheh...well that wouldn't be the first time I've made that proposal...except you can't protest this time...[and with Greed and the laptop Klavier manages to crawl back into the bed.]...I'm taking Greed to bed...

[Video]

[material_guy]

[Greed's seen him on pain-killers before; he's prone to forcing his way onto the scene whenever Klavier's in a situation that would require them.] Where the hell is that bed you're taking me to?

[Video]

[glimmerous_fop]

[And because Klavier is so wonderfully drugged he's more than willing to harmlessly tell Greed his location..] Ah...well Lord Akeldama is in London...somewhere...but I really don't know what bedroom this is...

[Video]

[material_guy]

Alkedema... He the one who liquored you up?

[Video]

[glimmerous_fop]

Hn....I haven't had any...not even a sip since we were at the club...I was brought here and put into my pajamas...I've been sleeping a lot with the drugs.

[Video]

[material_guy]

He the one who drugged you up?

[Video]

[glimmerous_fop]

Nnnn...no, my doctors gave me medication for my dislocated shoulder. I threw myself off the bike before the BMW threw the motorcycle into the intersection...it's all that ice we suddenly got on the road.

[Video]

[material_guy]

Ch--wait, the doctors? It was that bad a wreck? You were walking and talking and...

[Video]

[glimmerous_fop]

Well, it's just a dislocated shoulder and a couple of scratches, the gear protected me from most of the damage. I just landed wrong. So there's medicine for the pain s'all.

Hn...but I can work through pain too so...