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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-12 20:07:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 18, location: theatre, open, remy lebeau, the doctor (nine), the management

Management Thread; 6:00PM, Theatre
Who: The Management and OTA
What: Survey collection and funtimes
Where: Theatre
When: 6:00 PM
Rating: Well, that would depend on who shows up
Status: OPEN.

Bits and pieces of Management floated in the air until they coagulated into a human form, sitting in a contemplative manner in one of the chairs inside the theatre. The air was very still in the empty building save for the bits of Management, and the lights were dimmed. It was raining harder still as the form became complete, and the shape was unmistakeably human. Management arose from his chair and dusted himself off. He righted his suit as was his habit, and marched out into the rain.

He certainly wasn't pleased he had to go about and do this again, but he had such a wonderful experience the first time, he figured why not? All bad blood aside, he was eager to meet more of the guests. The rain stopped as soon as Management stepped out, but it continued raining harshly all around the theatre. He fixed his glasses.

Don't keep Management waiting, kiddies. It's bad manners.



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[info]so_impressive
2009-08-13 03:14 am UTC (link)
He wouldn't have to wait at all. Because once he got outside of the theater, he'd find the Doctor standing on the steps, journal in hand, blue eyes locked onto the man in the suit. Really, what was with the suits? Everyone was in suits. He didn't see the appeal, he liked being comfortable in his jumper, slacks, and jacket.

But that wasn't what was important right now, this man standing at the top of the steps was important, and the Time Lord was climbing the rest of the stairs and extending his journal out silently. You see that look he was giving you? That look was reserved for Daleks and.. okay, that look was reserved for anyone who got the Doctor cross. And you certainly had gotten him cross.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 03:55 am UTC (link)
His eyes drifted to the man waiting on the steps and he strained to put a smile on his face. It wasn't the most pleasant of features, but Management wasn't in the most pleasant of moods either, considering he'd been attack only hours previous to this. At least he seemed to be in less violent company.

Management took the look in stride and his features became more amiable as he basked in the bad vibes the Doctor was sending him. He liked his job. He liked his job, very much, and if was nothing but a service to see guests so actively involved in their little experiment. Management took the journal without preamble, and carefully ripped the survey out. He folded it neatly and placed it in his jacket pocket.

He was grinning now. He handed the journal over, his shades guarding his expression, "Thank you for your cooperation, Doctor."

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[info]so_impressive
2009-08-13 04:11 am UTC (link)
Instead of responding, the Doctor simply took his journal back, pushed it into the wide pocket of his leather jacket, then turned to walk down the steps. There was no reason to try and talk sense into this man, no reason to give him a second chance, let alone a first one. No, they'd been given plenty of chances the Doctor was done. And now they only had to be concerned about his wrath. And they should be concerned.

He made it all the way down the steps without a single glance back, and was headed off towards the gas station. He had work to get done.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 04:26 am UTC (link)
Well that man had been no fun. Management shrugged before slipping his hands into his pockets and kept his eyes out for any other guests. He had a lot of surveys to collect. Hopefully they'd get here before his time was up.

He hummed a tune.

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6:50 PM
[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 05:08 am UTC (link)
It was ten minutes before the close of this little 'meet the management' session, and Remy had spent the last hour talking to the pink-haired witch, showing her how to clean clothes using a washing board. It had been interesting, to say the least. She'd been naked under his coat.. that had been nice. But he'd finally made his way to the theater, and was pleased to see it had stopped raining here, as it had stopped raining at the clock tower, it meant he was in the right spot. And when he saw that familiar suit, and that familiar face, he knew he had the same man. Unless, of course, they both looked alike.. then he was in deep shit. But he'd find out if it was the same man in just a moment..

He was climbing up those stairs, gloved hands pushed deep into his pockets, red eyes locked onto the man at the top. What was it with him and stairs today? He might as well just get a Stair Master! "Bonsoir." He greeted simply and with a smile that spread out across his face. Did you remember him, Management? Or were you a strange clone?

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 05:20 am UTC (link)
The Management maintained the last notes of his tune before he chuckled quietly and grinned, "Bon.. soir." His tone was flat for the most part, suggesting some familiarity. Oh but how could he forget vous, monsieur? You were the one, after all, that cut his previous session short. Not that Management doesn't appreciate the extra downtime but it was still incredibly rude of you. Surely, there were other guests eager to meet the representative.

His grin is amused, and if you could see behind his glasses, you'd see his eyes crinkled in similar fashion. He fixed his brown suit carefully as the Cajun approached. Time for another bout, was it?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 05:28 am UTC (link)
He was so flattered that you remembered him! Can't you see that smile on his face? And he was swaying his body oh-so-gracefully up those steps, like a panther stalking its prey. He really was a different sort of man, one that didn't really fit in here among these goodie-two-shoes people. He was a different breed who'd been shoved somewhere he didn't belong. A baby tiger put in a box full of kittens. It wasn't smart, but it was entertaining, and that was all that mattered, right?

He slunk closer until he came up to the very top and closed the few paces between them, so they were only a foot apart, and he leaned in closer, bringing their faces near. This time, though, he wasn't gripping onto that jacket. But he was smiling the same smile. "You go' uh name, monsieur?" First things first!

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-13 05:54 am UTC (link)
But wouldn't you like to know? Oh there's a time for play and then there's a time for work, monsieur. "My name doesn't matter," Management replies with that perpetually amused smile on his face. Perhaps, it's more inclined to be called a smirked because it has a haughty sort of air. This man is very competent and it carries through his behavior. Of course, he'll be sure to keep a careful eye on you, monsieur. He wouldn't like for another surprise. One is enough for today.

Though, if you insist on attacking. Well. Let's not place threats so quickly.

Down, Management.

Did he already mention he didn't appreciate your violence?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-13 11:03 pm UTC (link)
Unfortunately, Remy LeBeau had been raised up to be relatively violent. He'd married an assassin, for Lord's Sake. He was used to violence, it was a part of his life. But he'd done well for himself lately, he hadn't killed a person in years-- two years, to be exact. Really, it was like being in AA, he'd gone murder free since ninety-three! Well.. it was more like ninety-one, but that didn't rhyme quite as well, did it?

"Course i' does. Gotta gimme somet'in' t' call you. An' you better t'ink somet'in' up quick, or I'm gonna name y', an' I can promise you ain' gonna like wha' I pick." That part came with a wide grin on the mutant's side. Two could play this game, Management, and Remy was so sure he was better at it than you were.

But oh, he was enjoying this. Could you tell? Sick child. He enjoyed these games.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-18 01:01 pm UTC (link)
"You can call me Management. Easy enough, isn't it?" he asks, and simply chuckles and really, can you imagine this man behind the curtain? Pulling strings and pushing buttons left and right, behind the big smoke cloud of this damn place. Can you? Because, it's not him. Well not entirely. Of course, he plays a role, of course he's there behind the scenes. Of course, he plays and screws around with something he didn't create but ultimately wants to know. And that's all their after, you know. Knowledge. He just wants to know and it's really that simple.

Maybe not humane. But.

Where's the promise in that? You can't have testing without animals! At least, not effective testing. Oh dear, Management. You're incorrigible. It's like two peas in a pod, isn't it? No? Well, almost. After all, Management is the one in the suit, and the one in the suit is always the one in control.

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Re: 6:50 PM
[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-20 07:50 pm UTC (link)
"Mm, naw. Gonna call y'.. Bill." And with that name decided, Remy was nodding once, as if it made all the sense in the world, and he was crossing his arms over his chest and breathing in deeply through his nose. "Billy.. Bottom." There, that was your new name, Management. Like it? Even if you did, it'd still be a treat, and the Cajun was flashing another grin, before stepping in closer, until he was just a few inches away again, leaning his face in to speak very near. "Y'wanna come back t' my place, Billy? You you outta 'dat suit."

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-21 01:13 pm UTC (link)
Of course, it must be in Remy's nature to play and joke and twist things to his advantage. Management takes note with a careful tilt of his head, enough so that it isn't mistaken for an amused motion. Hm. It seems that lab rats are much more interesting out in the field than they are on a screen, aren't they? "Billy...Bottom," he repeats, and his voice is an impressive monotone. It is a bit difficult to discern Management's true feelings on the matter, if he should even entertain having any, but he is certain Remy will just fill in the blanks regardless.

He stares at Remy from behind his glasses and takes a moment to fix his sleeves. "I'd rather not. I have business here to attend to. My shift isn't quite over," his smile is very strained. Oh dear.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-21 01:31 pm UTC (link)
Oh dear was right. This was fun and when the Management-- Billy-- began fixing his sleeves, the Cajun pressed in closer, this time pushing his body against him and lifting his eyebrows up in a much too playful manner. "C'mon. Don' wanna be uh tease, non?" Deft hands were smoothing up over his arms, then across the front of his chest, to where his tie hung perfectly, and Remy was tugging at it, to pull it free from the confines of his suit coat, so he could fist gloved fingers around it and hold on, like a leash.

How'd you like that, Billy? Were your friends watching this on screen, too? Would they pick fun at you later for letting the red-head tug and pull at you, have his fun? Hopefully not. No one liked getting picked on.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-21 02:10 pm UTC (link)
It takes a sharp mind to figure you out, Monsieur Remy, and even as you have your fun, eyes are on your every move. Eyes that analyze, eyes that aren't so lenient or even, dare he think it, kind. Because the Management -- erm, Billy, in front of you isn't what one could call nice by any stretch of the imagination but he might be regarded as polite, pleasant even. And that is something quite different from the people backstage, watching this now. And wouldn't you like to know this is all just a part of their ploy? Perhaps this Management figure is someone sent to push your buttons.

Perhaps.

They have little regard for human life after all. But don't worry, they didn't send Billy out here for you to rip to shreds. Billy is one of their own, and he only volunteered for this mission. What luck he has to run into you, monsieur! Or, maybe "luck" isn't the right word. He's still trying to figure you out, and it's making for quite a headache. He gripped the Cajun's wrist and squeezed, pulling it away from his once-kept tie. "Oh but I'm not your Doctor." It is an innocent comment.

Oh, he swears.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-21 02:31 pm UTC (link)
"Don' care." He insisted, pressing his body forward and taking a step, to force Billy back a step as well, driving him a little bit closer to the wall of the Theater behind him. His free hand was coming up then to grab at that tie, ignoring the vice-like grip on his other wrist. He had two hands, after all. He only needed one to grab hold of that tie. "Can' stick my dick up your ass 'de same way I can stick my dick up his ass, non?" Vulgar, but he'd said it that way for a reason. "An' you mout' gonna feel jus' as nice as his mout' does." Those words were purred out as he was trying to force Billy back another step, to push his suit-covered back against the wall behind him.

Enjoying the show, Powers That Be?

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Re: 6:50 PM
[info]teh_management
2009-08-26 04:23 am UTC (link)
He swears his eyebrows raise higher than they probably should. That was quite vulgar. Okay, more than quite. Plenty. Plenty vulgar. "I suppose I can stick my dick up his ass the same way then?" He grins, and allows the manhandling, there's always a line until it goes too far after all. You seem to like dancing around that line, monsieur.

"An idea for tomorrow," he continues brightly, and his grin becomes a twisted form of a leer. He's clearly underestimating you. Best way to push your buttons perhaps.

Oh the show? Only as much as you like putting one on, Monsieur LeBeau.

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Re: 6:50 PM
[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-26 05:15 am UTC (link)
"Mm, non. 'Das my ass. Tell you wha', 'dough. You ask real nice? An' I be willin' t' stick mine up yours." Remy leaned in even closer, eyebrows lifting and that shit-eating grin appearing on his face while he brought their mouths closer together. "Non. T'morrow, you gettin' me my be'. An' my silk shee's.. an' my room service. Don' forge' my room service. You gonna wan' some once you wake up all sore an' happy lyin' un'er me in 'de morning, amour." That was purred out from the red-headed Cajun, even as he leaned in closer.

Much too close.

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-26 07:41 am UTC (link)
He tilts his head a little, "Your ass? Quite a luxury to be possessive, monsieur." At the following requests, his eyes widen behind his shades, and he reels back as far as he can which isn't much, and he laughs. Loud and raucous and slightly incredulous. "Well, I'll see--" more laughter followed and he shook his head, trying to reign it in, "I'll see what I can do for you, monsieur. Although I make no promises." His tone was condescending at the last stretch, and he took the invasion of his personal space in stride. His hand was twitching at his side. Maybe not so in stride. Look at that grin.

Not so carefree.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-26 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Not so carefree. Remy saw that, and he was finally backing poor Billy up against the wall behind him, so that there was no more room to run. And that was when his body was able to make full contact, sliding it up against the member of Management, all cat-like grace and long, lean limbs. Hips met first, then chest against chest, and he moved both hands down to snag onto those suited wrists so that he could pin them against the wall near to the other man's shoulders, but he was smiling, and the rumble in his chest was nearly like a purr.

He caught you.

"We see." He agreed in a more throaty tone, red eyes locking onto those sunglasses before they lowered to his mouth, then further down to his jaw, and Remy leaned in to run his tongue along said jaw.

Freaked out yet, Billy?

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[info]teh_management
2009-08-29 12:24 pm UTC (link)
Freaked out? You forget who you're trying to rape, monsieur. This is Management, Billy if you will, who played a role in captaining several of these experiments. Oh, definitely not the mastermind, but certainly a part of a cohort. The panic room, the little surgical piece some people were lucky to get through. Yes, he helped. Yes, he was behind the scenes, taking notes, watching it all happen. There was the See-no-evil room. Can't-breathe-if-my-life-depended-on-it-and-oh-lookie-it-does room, as well. So, freaked out?

Not quite.

But bothered? Annoyed? Oh quite. And licking his jaw? Not a pleasant feeling. Management isn't very touchy-feely. At least, this one isn't. He's less hands-on than most. Unless he likes you.

But that's a different ballpark isn't it? And he definitely isn't inviting you, monsieur, to his birthday party, let me tell you that. "I think you're overstepping your boundaries," he politely points out, with a gruff edge to his voice and he lifts his knee to force some distance between the bodies and kick out against the bold Cajun.

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Re: 6:50 PM
[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-31 01:26 pm UTC (link)
When that knee came up and Remy was kicked back, he laughed some, taking those few steps away and smoothing a hand down over his chest as if to get rid of the wrinkles that had appeared there while he was in that close proximity to the other man. However, he'd had his fun, and the laughter continued as he backed away a bit further, lifting one hand to salute to the other man before a wink followed.

"Gonna fin' you la'er, homme. We gonna dance." He promised in a smooth voice, before he turned on his heel and headed down those steps. It was strange, the way he'd just backed off so quickly. It was like a lion attacking a gazelle, then simply spooking and taking off in the other direction. Bet you didn't know what had made him turn tail and run, Billy, but we bet you wished that you did.

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[info]teh_management
2009-09-02 10:45 pm UTC (link)
"'Til then, monsieur," the edge was still present in his voice and he waved stiffly. You don't need any enemies here, Monsieur LeBeau. Especially not Management.

Oh it is quite curious, and he does wonder. But he counts this as a tentative draw and it will do.

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