2014.03.15:The Iguana
| The Iguana | |
|---|---|
| The girls get picked up | |
| IC Date | Friday/Saturday |
| IC Time | 4:00 P.M./12:00 P.M. |
| Players | Velok (Storyteller) and Liesl and Misa |
| Location | Brazil |
| Prp/Tp | A Bane in Brazil |
| Spheres | Mage and Mortal |
Log
Scene 1
(Friday, 4:00 P.M. Enter Misa as Connie, Liesl as Stacy)
Poolside at Brazil. Seriously is this whole country a model convention? How are we supposed to get noticed?
Connie opens the door with a grin. "I don't even know where to hit first!" she cheers, spinning with her arms out as she maes her way towards teh crowded pool. Brazil is in the middle of summer at this time of year, it's sweltering, and humid, but most importantly it's hot and sunny, perfect beach weather! Even if tehy are at a hotel pool. Whatever, same thing. "Where do you wanna go first Stacy?"
"Oh, the pool is a good place to start, Connie." All the little cabanas, the pool boys, the drinks, the whole package. Just the place to be seen in comfort. Stacy is checking out the contents of her little clasp bag, to be sure she's got all the goop and goo stuff needed - sunscreen, the kind of make up that looks like you're not wearing any, while not looking like you're not wearing any.
Connie grins and looks over her shoulder to Stacy diging through her bag. "I like that idea too!" she cheers taking a few steps forward to ake sure she's near a poolboy while saying it. "Lotsa pool boys to help put on the sunscreen."
Stacy grins, winking to her friend ... or maybe that pool boy. "There's always plenty to be found." She finds what she was actually looking for ... a big pair of sunglasses, which she slides on, to shelter her eyes from the brilliant sun.
Connie giggles as Stacy puts down her shades. "Awww, gonna cover up those beautiful eyes? Maybe I'll get a chance with someone then!" she giggles stretching as she walks. "You can't be the only one keeping our neighbor awake."
Stacy chuckles as she finds a pair of chairs available and claims one of them for herself, sliding off her cover up, setting out the bag and a couple of towels. Everything that goes into getting ready to be seen. "Oh, I'm sure I'm not the only one."
Connie takes the other chair obviously taking the wrap from her legs as well, relying on the thin leggings and patterns through them to hide the tattooes somewhat. "Ai ya... I dunno how I'm gonna swim in this, oh well looks like it's just sunbathing for me." She gives a sly look. "UNless we can find a place to skinny dip."
Stacy looks horrified at the thought of swimming. That means they'd get wet, and not really look as good as they possibly could. Of course, the mention of a skinny dip earns Connie a grin.
Connie rolls over onto her belly and swings her legs up to dangle her feet above her butt, waving them back and forth as she looks out and gives a wink to one of the poolboys. "Should we get ona them to oil us up or should I just getcha?" she teases.
Stacy lowers her glasses a little to look over the available pool boys, giving each of them the once over, and some of them get this times two.
Connie gives the ones she gives two looks to a once over as well before looking back to Stacy. "See anyone you like?" She's not at all being quiet about how she speaks, keeping up the valume often achieved by slightly buzzed young women.
Stacy looks some more, before finally nodding towards one particularly beefy looking specimen. "I think he is looking for us," she says with a grin.
Connie looks around before finally spotting who she's talking about. "Oh. Wow he's a big one." she giggles offering the beefy one a wave.
Stacy giggles as well, nudging Connie a little as the big guy heads towards them. This guy is a stand out in many ways besides size, and Stacy seems to step it up a notch on the "Dumb, not inquisitive" scale.
Connie blushes a little. "Oh he's actually coming this way." she giggles pulling her elbows in a little to cover the side of her chest. She nods her head his way. "Hi!" she replies her voice filled with slightly less confidence than normal.
Stacy was pretty sure that he would. And there he is. Looking at them, one to the other, with a broad smile. "Such lovely ladies," he says, in heavily accented English, but still clear English for all that. "I am Alejandro, what can I do you for you...?" He looks to each, and the trailed off words are a clear invitation for their own names. Stacy giggles, and brings a hand up to cover her mouth briefly, then she lowers it and tells him, "I'm Stacy, this is my friend," she turns to look over, "Connie."
Connie waves sheepishly. The outfit had been described as a little too aggressive, so Stacy can likely see she's softening that edge a little bit with some shyness. Hopefully the big guy doesn't see that. "Hi." she says again, before face palming. "I said that already..."
"Indeed you did," says the large and lovely Alejandro. "What might I do for you?" he asks, his eyes currently on Connie. "Shall I get you a drink, do you need some more towels, or perhaps," and he lowers his voice just a little, and he positively smoulders, "you would like that I apply some of your lotion to you?" He turns his gaze, still smouldering, to Stacy, and adds, "I would be glad to do the same for you."
Connie blushes a little harder as she reaches back behind her to try to reach the zipper along teh back of her suit. "Do you think you can get us both?" she asks before breaking into girlish giggles looking towards Stacy.
And get both of them he does! This Alejandro does seem quite skilled at his 'job', hands rubbing over both women. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, not when he glances carefully at them. Connie is first when he has to split up to continue rubbing, then Stacy. He is watching them fairly carefully, both girls getting a distinct feeling for the first time since they've landed that he's 'evaluating' them. Soon he's done, and the man stands up. "Enjoy your stay in Brazil, I'm sure it will be...fantastic." He returns to his post, though from across the way, his eyes continue to flirt briefly in their general direction, until he gets a phone call and leaves.
Scene 2
(Saturday, 12:00 P.M. Enter Misa, Liesl, and Velok)
The plane touched down early morning, and so began Day 1. The girls were both given a credit card to be used on Day 1 for whatever they thought was best, with the expectation that they spend REASONABLY. Velok carefully reminded both of them that they were here for an assignment, not a shopping spree. Neither of the women saw Velok for most of the day, so they were left to their own devices. Knife fighting, Boy flirting, Cover Identity Establishing, whathaveyou. It was a rather uneventful, particularly relaxing day that ended in a near perfect sunset, the subtle beauty framing the seriousness and tense reason all three of them are there. Velok did come to check on both of them before the day was out, and leave a careful reminder.
"Don't drink too much. The source confirms tomorrow is when a large shipment is being dropped off, and the truck will continue on to start picking people up. You don't need to worry about missing the window, making sure the truck stops and notices both of you is my job." Velok does have a certain...serious air about him, not the usual boisterous ball of crazy he typically is. "These guys are smart, and they'll probably make sure to frisk you before you get anywhere near where you belong. Overall don't forget that you're there to have fun, but as much as you can tell me about the palace when you get back, the easier it will be. Any problems, worry, guard regiment, surprises, stuff like that. But don't get too risky. If you aren't back the next day with the rest of the girls, find somewhere to hide, because I'll be blowing shit up to come get you." With that, Velok went back to his room.
So there they are, Day 2. It's around noon when Velok tells them it's time to go. "There's a beach nearby that the truck goes past and usually stops." He comments as he starts to direct them towards the car.
(Exit Velok)
Misa wakes up easily enough despite teh fact she did indeed spend way too much on drinks. What? She was maintaining her cover as a crazy party girl. Totally professional. Shut up I'll tell YOU when I've had enough ot drink, and that'll be when it makes you look good!
Anyway the next day Misa is in THAT outfit, the one that Liesl agreed should catch some eyes again. Plus it's about the only thing she had that's revealing without making the tattoos easy to make out at a distance. "Should we be down by the water, or should we stay up by the road?" she asks, slipping into the car and giving teh driver a wink.
Liesl spent reasonably ... mostly drinks at the pool (of the frilly, fruity and non-alcoholic variety), tips to the pool boys, and a meal or two. There was a brief turn through the hotel gift shop, and she spent some on souvenirs - whoever heard of going on vacation, and not bringing back souvenirs? There might have been a splurge or two as well, but still ... reasonable. She's /supposed/ to be a rich man's daughter. She /is/ a rich man's daughter, when it comes down to that, so she generally toned things to that - would Daddy have a fit if she were to buy that extremely costly necklace and earring set? Yes. Would he mind if she got an extra pair of shoes? Probably not.
So, next day, the morning is spent reviewing, rehearsing, relaxing. Then, it's time to dress, pack the tote bag, and get ready to go. She carefully puts nothing suspicious in the bag, but there's all sorts of cosmetics, a brush, a paperback romance and a rolled towel. Everything for a day at the beach. She slips into the car as well, waiting to hear the answer as well.
The car is a pretty shitty one, fairly standard for what most people are driving. Apparently Velok chose not to use the standard hotel service, and has seemingly disappeared upon them getting there. When both of them slip into the car, they can see this little old driver missing a couple of his teeth. "Ola senhoras! Eu ter sido pago para deixa-lo na praia. Voce esta pronto?" He says cheerfully back towards both of them with an eager smile, little beady brown eyes darting back and forth between the two. Obviously he expects one of them to be able to speak Portuguese, though he's not sure which one. It's clear the way this poor little guy doesn't speak a /lick/ of English, so Misa's question is lost. He does smile warily towards the asian, but when they're both in the car, he GUNS it. Zooom! The man drives fairly carefully once they get to actual traffic. Left, right, straight, left again, and soon they're on a road running parallel to a long beach.
Misa just smiles vacantly and nods to the driver before looking back ot Liesl. "Oh man this is gonna be fun! I heard the beaches here are like soma the best in the world!"
Liesl wasn't expecting that Velok would go with them, but she also wasn't expecting that he would abandon them before they even got into the car. But, there he goes, and here they are, with this little guy in the shitty car, and he doesn't speak a lick of English. She glances to Misa as the car zooms off, letting her do the vague nodding. "Yes, I've heard that, I can hardly wait!" She just hopes they get there alive and in one piece.
"Para bailar La Bamba!" plays out of the speakers in the little car. It's in Spanish, not Portuguese, but the little old man seems happy enough with the catchy ass beat. He's dancing back and forth in his seat, and he sings along to that one line when it's belted out. Whoever the fuck this guy is, he seems to be happier with life than anyone else they've seen so far. Soon they're pulling up to a parking spot on the beach, and the driver turns around in his seat. "Disseram-me que era ali que precisava ser. Voce e a vagar pela rua para um pouco a procura de um caminhao. Fique senhoras seguras!" He pushes open his door and steps out. Poor guy barely reaches 4 feet when he props open the door for Liesl, then zooms over towards the other side and opens the door for Misa. Each girl gets a bit of a bow as he sweeps his hat off, revealing his balding head, then smiles happily and waits for them to get out.
Misa throws her arms up in the air, this song having been one of her favorite as a kid (Yes they play this in China, I've heard it) singing along with the main line and hugging Liesly while doing so. She has no idea what the little man says as he lets them out and it shows, but she still gives him a smile and as he removes his hat and bows to her she even gives him a peck on the top of the head. "I have no idea what you're sayin, but you're great anyway!" she cheers him on before basically skipping around the car and hoping up onto the curb stretching her amrs out having had to hold still far too long in teh car even if it was only a couple blocks. "So how ya think this is compared to France so far?"
Liesl gets out of the car as the man (Dwarf? Midget?) opens the door for her. She fumbles around in her tote, and comes out with a book (not the romance), which is rather battered looking, and a dez reais bill for the man. She hands the man the money, then flips through the phrase book to find what she's looking for, and says, in rather halting Portuguese <<Thank you for the trip. It was kind of you.>> She tucks the book away, as she joins Misa ... Connie ... on the curb. "Oh, it's much less French." She gives an airy wave of her hand, as she looks up and down along the street.
Oh man is that little portuguese guy happy. He turns stark red at Misa's kiss, then eagerly takes Liesl's bill. He bows several more times, responding with something unintelligble before he's back to the car. A few more screeches and the car is away! Off to wherever to do whatever. The beach looks beautiful. There's practically naked muscled men running around playing soccer on the sand, there's practically naked women lounging around on towels (If you're into that sort of thing). None of them are ACTUALLY naked, but with those bikini's, it doesn't leave very much to the imagination. The waves are crashing, and overall it looks like a fairly normal day in Brazil. The girls are all Brazilian though, most with dark hair, which leaves the Asian Misa and the Blonde Liesl sticking out. Indeed, many people rollerblading by do give the girls certain looks. The women, looks of...jealousy? And the men, looks of holababyhowyoudoin'. None of them stop, but many give perfectly white smiles. It's almost tempting to go flirt to ones hearty contentment. The other side of the street are shops, numerous open seeming stores that are selling all sorts of fruits, vegetables, beach equipment, tourist trap items, the works. If one was careful enough, and looked /just/ right at just the perfect time, they'd catch a man jumping from one rooftop to another, carrying what looks like a bow. He disappears on a roof, not popping up again. The street isn't exactly that busy, mostly cars driving by every now and then. No trucks yet.
(Cover identities assumed! Misa turns into Connie, Liesl turns into Stacy)
Connie doesn't see anyone jumping from building to building, but that's partially because she's really not looking. She's playing up the role, winking and smiling to those as they pass, not always just guys. Assuming none of them are going to understand her she talks rather openly with them, complimenting certain attributes or even maybe saying something she'd like to do with them, but if any of them stop she turns bright red, appologizes and quickly hides behind Stacy, playing up the part of a girl pretending to be more experienced than she is. yes she's pretending to be a girl pretending to be like someone else! Bwaaaaaaaah!
And Stacy is ... well, pretending to be pretty much what she already is. She grins at Connie when she gets a little boisterous, and leans to murmur into her ear, "They probably mostly speak English." She straightens up, and checks out the shops across the street. She did get a really quick glimpse of the figure on the roof, but she was looking in the right direction at the right time. But now, she's not looking at the roofs, just the shops. She nudges Connie, and starts walking along the street. "Let's take a walk, see what's down there," she nods along the road, where beach stretches out on one side, and shops on the other. "Maybe we'll find just the perfect spot."
Most of the people walking along the street don't actually understand Connie very well, and that much is certain. Most of the time many of the guys will say something back in portuguese, something along the lines of <<Damn ladies, you are fiiiiiine>>. Four passing guys even pause to casually suggest what can only be surmised as an orgy, but then leave quickly when no one can understand them. The only other response Misa gets is one woman turning to look at her. "I speak English too, you know." She says, scoffing and walking away.
The two aren't out there waiting for very long. Even when/if they start to stroll, not much of their scenery changes. Perhaps it's a bust, maybe Velok was wrong, but their worries can be releaved when a large truck turns the corner in the distance. It's clear based on all the other cars that this is obviously the one Velok meant. (http://tinyurl.com/p6svslh) The truck heads towards them on the street, but with the speed it's going, it seems like it's going to keep driving by. Suddenly the driver has a change of mind, pulling to the side of the road (As best as it can) and stopping near the pair. Looking back, Connie and Stacy can see into the back, and several women are seated on the sides. Most in bikini, almost all laughing and talking playfully to each other. The passenger side door to the truck opens, and out hops a man.
Instantly this man is recognizable as the one from the Hotel, Alejandro. He has a tall, well kept look to him. Muscled, but youthful, and a smile that could light up the sun. "Ladies!" He says, clapping his hands together and opening his arms. His English is accented, but well enough to be understood. "Good to see you. Are you still enjoying your stay?" He stares directly at Connie and Stacy.
Connie smiles a little sheepishly as Alejandro greets them. "Oh hey it's you again!" she says stepping a little closer to the car. "Oh yes, having lots of fun." she cheers. "Just don't understand anything anyone's sayin." she giggles. "Which I mean is fun soetimes too but... well just kinda nice to know what someone's sayin."
Stacy gives Connie a bit of a hip-bump and a grin, plainly telling her, 'I called this one.' She turns the grin back to Alejandro, then glancing over to her friend, Connie. "We're having a good time, yes." She looks past his shoulder into the back of the truck, "You didn't tell us that you drove a party bus," she says, looking back to him with a bright smile. Okay, never mind that he isn't the driver, or that it's not a bus, she's not supposed to be smart.
"Yes, it is I." Alejandro answers, that smile widening as his green eyes focus on Connie. Green. Like the color of the Amazon, or money. Lotsa lotsa money. "It is Brazil. Many speak English, but we don't like people knowing we speak English, so we can feel superior." He continues to take a few steps closer and closer to Stacy and Connie, running his hand through the frosted tips of his hair. Stacy might have called him, but Alejandro has clearly claimed both. "Good times are good!" He peers into the back of the truck, giving a wave at the ladies. "Yes, a party bus. Or a party truck, whatever works. The most exclusive party in the city." He turns to look back at Stacy, nodding. "Hosted by the richest bachelor in Brazil." Alejandro leans against the back of the truck, folding his arms across his chest and staring at the two women, as if waiting.
Connie gets the hip bump and giggles giving one back wtih a raised eyebrow. "Oh? Wow... wish I knew someone who could throw parties like that out here. Must be amazing." she says mildly disappointed, obviously the implication he was making had gone just a bit over her head.
Stacy looks interested. Rich bachelor, really? "Who is this rich bachelor? Anyone I should have heard of?" she wants to know. She giggles as Connie hip bumps her back. Then, she's looking back at Alejandro. Then to Connie, then back again. Her expression changes as the man's posture seems to imply something, and she asks, "Wait, you're inviting us?"
Alejandro just smirks, shaking his head several times. "No one throw parties like him. No one." Alejandro grins, turning to look back into the truck. "Isn't that right ladies!?" He says with a cheer, the ladies cheering back to prove his point, even if they might not understand him. The man turns back to look towards Connie and Stacy. "Money, Booze, a little.." Alejandro looks around, reaching up and pressing his finger to the side of his nose, sniffing, then dropping his finger back and grinning at the pair. "Lots of men to show you exactly what fucking is, not like the other men you've had." That one gets a wink, and then he's looking back to the truck. "If you want to come, you can. Though, you have to pay." The man stares back at Stacy and Connie, nodding. "Let us see. Prove you are able to party." He reaches his hands out a bit in front of his chest, making a grabbing motion, and then a pulling up motion, making it pretty obvious some flashing is going to be required. "You can party, you can come." Alejandro says, expectantly.
Connie takes a little loger than she probably should have to understand that before she blushes and gives an embarrassed smile. "Well..." she looks to Stacy. "I'll do it if you do it." she manages to say in a giggle. Reaching back to unzip her anti-swimsuit before putting her hands at the collar. "Don't be like 'yeah I'll do it' and then laugh when I do it and you don't like in New Orleans too!" she pouts.
Stacy chuckles and shakes her head. "Yeah, no. I'll do it." She drops her tote at her feet, and shrugs out of her cover up. This suit isn't built to pulling up the top, so she bends forward a little, and tugs at the straps over her shoulders, to pull the top down enough that she starts to spill free. And yeah, Connie might be the one to laugh as she doesn't do it. But, given the circumstances, she's pretty sure that Connie will follow through. Once her tits have spilled from the top of the suit, Stacy stands straight once more, shoulders back, to show off her assets.
Alejandro's face lights up, that smile widening. Oddly, his eyes don't leave theirs, not exactly looking down at the tits to observe them. It's Stacy that went first, Alejandro's eyes focusing on hers, and nodding. He then looks to Connie who (Presumably) follows suit, and nods to her as well. "Gorgeous, will fit in perfectly. Not as big as many that show up, but still rather perky, and real!" Alejandro steps out of the way, holding his hand out to help both of them up into the truck. "Wonderful, wonderful. Now, fair warning. We're going a bit into the Amazon, but don't worry. When you get there, it will feel like Paradise." He smiles wide, looking to both of them. "What were your names again?" He asks curiously to each of them if they accept his offer to get onto the back of the truck.
Connie still bounces on her toes when she pulls down the front of her suit, making sure to pull it down JUST enough to show there is a tattoo underneath, but not enough to show what it might be. Liesl doing her thing causes her to pause and look back and forth between the two with a sigh. "Oh right, I'm Connie!" she giggles while finding a seat in teh back of the truck. "I shoulda said that at the pool! I keep forgettin that kinda stuff." she replies quickly, looking out over the town. "I haven't gotta ride in the bed of a truck since I was a kid! Well unless you count that time I had wayy too much to drink in October, but the truck wasn't goin anywhere so that doesn't count!" she gasps and covers her mouth. "Err... I shouldn'ta said that outloud."
They both seem to be playing their cover perfectly, and Alejandro has fallen for it hook line and sinker. He nods his head several times and seems to smile politely at Connie. His hand does reach down and smack her ass when she hops into the truck, even laughing at her story. "Connie, the beautiful Connie, and Stacy!" He says, his gaze turning to Stacy as he helps her up, cheerfully smacking her ass as well. "Well, I'll be closing the tarp back here, keep as many mosquitos out as possible. Plus that way you ladies can't fall out, and no hungry predators can jump in!" His eyes seem to linger on the two of them for longer than they should, but nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe he just likes them especially. "You both know my name, Alejandro." He says, as he pulls on the strings, preparing to close the back of the truck. "But most of my friends know me by something else." He gives them both a wink. "The Iguana." Another lingering gaze, and the string is pulled, closing the back of the truck.
