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exsiliumlogs2013-08-01 03:37 am
thephix) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-01 03:37 am
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[closed] there's a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy
Date & Time: 1969, like September or something who cares.
Location: California!
Characters: Max Briest and Kara Zor-El
Summary: A superhero and supervillain walk into the late 1960s....
Warnings: Max being Max, will update as necessary!
The year is 1969, and the Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, all 69 of them, have just rolled off the factory floor, designed specifically for drag racing. Earlier in the year, Richard Nixon was elected as the President of the United States of America, while the tensions of the Cold War continue to boil. These two things probably shouldn't overlap that much, but according to the Initiative, there's a particular Soviet spy who's decided to start up a little side business selling drugs, using connections they've built up in the street racing world.
Liliya Yakunin, is the spy, though to the men and women of the San Diego's street racing crowd, she's known as Sylvia Miller. She's being supplied by Bruno Lanza, a member of the Lanza crime family, moving drugs along the Californian coastline, as well as into Las Vegas.
The Initiative haven't given Max and Kara any of this information, beyond the fact there's a Soviet spy dealing drugs, and that they and their source should be handed into a reputable newspaper. It's going to be an interesting two weeks.
Location: California!
Characters: Max Briest and Kara Zor-El
Summary: A superhero and supervillain walk into the late 1960s....
Warnings: Max being Max, will update as necessary!
The year is 1969, and the Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, all 69 of them, have just rolled off the factory floor, designed specifically for drag racing. Earlier in the year, Richard Nixon was elected as the President of the United States of America, while the tensions of the Cold War continue to boil. These two things probably shouldn't overlap that much, but according to the Initiative, there's a particular Soviet spy who's decided to start up a little side business selling drugs, using connections they've built up in the street racing world.
Liliya Yakunin, is the spy, though to the men and women of the San Diego's street racing crowd, she's known as Sylvia Miller. She's being supplied by Bruno Lanza, a member of the Lanza crime family, moving drugs along the Californian coastline, as well as into Las Vegas.
The Initiative haven't given Max and Kara any of this information, beyond the fact there's a Soviet spy dealing drugs, and that they and their source should be handed into a reputable newspaper. It's going to be an interesting two weeks.
dude it was like a day you're good :|b
I never imagined the Initiative to have a sense of humour.
[She feels bad that Kara's stuck with her, but hopefully they can get this over and done with as soon as possible.]
... you know you've had a few long days recently when
Yeah, me either. [ she pauses, teeth worrying at her bottom lip for a moment. ] Is this alright? You and me working together?
[ since they've got different ideologies, she means. ]
patpat
[She knows that it isn't, but god forbid she actually answer a direct question.]
no subject
[ god, could this get any more awkward? ]
phone pls I wasnt finished typing
I don't like the United Earth any more than you do, I have every intention of completing the mission. [So they won't have any trouble there.]
And I don't hurt innocent people, so you don't need to worry about keeping me on a leash around civilians.
[And there's a mental image she's trying hard not to think about.]
/shakes fist at your phone
she adjusts her grip on the strap of the bag on her shoulder and sighs. ]
Well, we might as well get going. [ the quicker they start, the quicker it's over, right? ]
you got to see my tagging process in action
Once he's sure they're ready, they're bustled onto the transporter pad and barely a second later, are standing in an empty warehouse in San Diego.
Max's first order of business is counting the money they've got; Kara can make sure no one's about to kill them.]
I honestly don't know why I keep expecting at least some competence from them.
[It's a quiet grumble, because she'd like at least ten times the amount of money they've given her, to do what she needs to do.
But then, she imagines that might be why they've picked her for this mission, if they actually know anything about her.]
no subject
Is there not enough? [ she frowns. ] There's probably not enough time for us to get much more...
[ she can probably sing on a street for a bit of cash, if that's the kind of thing that's accepted in this time period. but she'd really rather not. ]
no subject
There's more than enough time, even without delving into the more illegal methods of acquiring money.
[See, she's behaving herself, she won't do things like rob a bank unless it's absolutely necessary.
The money disappears into her purse.]
First, we need to find a jewelers, my earrings should at least get us a couple grand. [Which feels like so little, but she's trying to remind herself that inflation is a thing. Speaking of:] And I should be able to make another grand or so tonight, if my calculations are correct and I find the right places to be.
[The world's oldest profession is always a good plan B, and it's only a little bit illegal.]
no subject
How much are we going to need?
no subject
A good car will set us back a few grand, more if I want to do some tinkering. [Which she probably will, because she's bad at resisting the urge to stick her head near an engine.] A decent hotel room will be around fifty or sixty dollars a night, food and clothes are cheap, though we can sacrifice the latter with the hologram devices. And we'll likely need two hundred or so for high quality fake IDs along with an appropriate gun.
[She can probably get those a little cheaper, if she pushes the right buttons.]
The only thing I'm not sure of is what the bets on races will be, and even if I won't lose anything there, we at least need to be able to show we have the money.
[She'll estimate about $500, but she'd rather more, just to be on the safe side.]
no subject
[ she is Not Impressed. but she has to admit, she likes the idea of not having to use her powers for the more... unsavory parts of the mission that she's trying to think of a way around.
there's a sinking feeling in her gut that says she's not going to be able to find a way around them though. and this whole conversation is just adding to her feelings of unease. ]
How can you be sure we won't lose anything at the races?
[ we, not you. because whether or not she likes it, she's a part of this. and she's going to pull her own weight and do her job as best she can. ]
no subject
[Well. Max sort of does, but she's not inclined to tell Kara about her shapehifting unless it's absolutely necessary. And if she has a gun, it won't be.]
Do I need to promise that I won't hurt anyone innocent?
[It's only fair that Kara isn't impressed, that she doesn't trust Max, but it's getting a little tiring. She was better at dealing with the suspicion at home, when it was so necessary for how she operated; the Sphinx had to be the bad guy, had to be terrifying, but it's not the same here.
The question is easier to answer.]
I don't lose.
[Max doesn't hold with things like ego, but she's well aware of her own abilities, and so long as she gets the right car, everything will go perfectly.]