<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QCq9oa0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Charles Sherwin<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Lord Aether (barely known)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Very ordinary sweatshirt and jeans combo<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 2nd, 2050 | 8:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Totentanz Club<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>@Chase Kostan | Jolie Barbier (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>The start to a great meeting<br/><hr/><strong><br/>"Jolie Barbier..." </strong>Charles tried to remember for a second, but drew a blank. He had probably just not seen her face in any adverts, or had simply forgotten it. Probably unlikely if she was enough to turn heads and make an event like that stick out, but oh well! He'd get re-acquainted with her soon enough, if the thieving duo found themselves in need of a hostage for some daring escape action or to threaten the police with. Not that Charles would ever actually hurt a hostage on purpose! He was a showman and thief, not a brutal thug. Lord Aether was a grand villain for a civilized age.<strong>"Yeah, doesn't ring a bell, but good on you for remembering. And for having a guy in the chair just on the ready. You've really gotten this business nailed down already."</strong><br/><br/>The stage magician grinned and finished the rest of his foul drink in one go, which he instantly regretted. Turning slightly green in the face, raw self-control made sure he wasn't redecorating this back corner of the establishment right about now. Being poor really friggin sucked, so it was good that he was about to say goodbye to that life.<br/><br/><strong>"Really, we pull a few like this, and the establishments around Meteor City will <em>hope</em> their events are visited by us to drive up headlines. 'Fashion show crashed by dashing villain duo' is a way better sell than 'fashion show at casino turns a few heads', right? They'll condemn us up front and happily count bills while praising us."</strong>Distracting himself from the incredible desire to refill his beer with the contents of his stomach by keeping up their lighthearted conversation,  he pulled out another sheet of paper - this one larger once unfolded. He had brought basic maps of the places on the list, just in case.<br/><br/><strong>"Any favored entry points? We could just walk right in the front and 'appear' in the middle. Bit of effort from me, but doable, especially if we want to crash a stage."</strong>