EVENT LOG: ON TODAY'S EPISODE...

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone and everyone's evil twin.
What: Drama! Romance! Gripping soliloquies! Otherwise known as our SOAP OPERA EVENT.
When: April 26th - April 30th
Where: All 'round town and coming to a TV guide near you.
Summary: For more information, see this post.
Rating: Keep it PGish! Take anything too raunchy to your appointments posts, darlings.

Log for any and all events around town during the event. But also feel free to do your own posts as well! And yes, this will be the only mass log for the whole weekend.

HAVE FUN.

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[monocledman]

[Why hello there, sir in need of a thing. As Vash ambles along, a vague shape shifts in the gloom of the alleyway and steps out of the shadows as a man, his monocle painted white in the moonlight. His tone of voice is pleasant and conversational.]

Evening, good sir. Are you all right there? [Referring, of course, to the finger in Vash's mouth.]

[goldenglasses]

Hm? [Vash looks towards the man who suddenly appeared in the gloom before taking his finger out of his mouth with a shy laugh.] Oh, it's just a paper cut. I'm alright. I just don't want to accidentally smear blood on anything.

[monocledman]

That would be a concern. You wouldn't want it to get infected, either. Fortunately, I always carry a plaster on me... just in case. [And lo and behold, here is a band-aid in his hand.] Shall I lend it to you?

[goldenglasses]

Ahhh! You have an extra bandage? Thanks! I could really use it!

[monocledman]

[He hands it over easily enough.]

This is no 'extra', unfortunately, as it's the only plaster I have. Sticking plasters have been a bit scarce as of late, so if it's all right with you, I'd actually like to call this something more like a... loan.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes the badnage, but stops before he starts to put it on.] Really? I didn't know bandages were so hard to come by! But I think I have some back at my apartment so I guess I could pay you back later.

[There! Totally take care of! He'll start putting that bandage on his finger now.]

[monocledman]

At your leisure. [Though interest rates can be surprisingly high when the client has a questionable history. It would be best for Vash to repay his debt soon. Especially when the monocled man can be notoriously hard to find when he doesn't want to be found...]

Though... pardon me, but you look a bit familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before? [On a poster, perhaps?]

[goldenglasses]

Who? Me! No! I'm pretty sure you've never seen me before! Nope! Never!

[monocledman]

Is that so? My mistake.

[He shifts his weight to one side, and on the wall behind him is pinned a very familiar poster...]

Someone who looks very much like you, then. Identities are so easily mistaken these days.

[goldenglasses]

[Aw man, having that poster right there? That's cheating!]

Ah, yeah, you know... but if you ask me. That guy there is a lot more handsome looking than I am.

[monocledman]

[He turns in half to admire the poster.]

Well, that's very humble of you... though to be fair, it is a very artful sketch. I wonder what this man could have done to earn such a bounty.

[secretbutterflylover]

[Vash reaches up to his hat, tips it down for the briefest of moment, just enough to hide his face and when it's back up there's been a slight change. The mole on his face has switched sides and his hair is shorter now. The voice is nearly the same, yet this time it seems to be filled with just a bit more confidence than before.]

Wonder indeed. For a price on his head that large. It's almost as if he had wiped out an entire city.

[monocledman]

[He turns back slightly at that, looking at Vash out of the corner of his eye.]

Now, that would be a feat. But surely not. What could a man hope to gain from such an act?

[secretbutterflylover]

To wipe the entire mess of the city away would be my guess. Or maybe he's just the type of man who felt like doing that for the fun of it.

[monocledman]

Goodness. That would be a dangerous man indeed. As many problems as our little village may have, I like it best undestroyed. Do you think we have much to fear from this villain?

[secretbutterflylover]

Oh, yes. More than you can probably imagine. If I had the chance I'd shoot him on sight then stick him down in those tunnels and make sure he could never get out again.

[Causing his other self problems? It's one of his favorite pastimes.]

[monocledman]

[That's an interesting thing to say.]

Now, now. There's no need to turn to violence. And one must keep in mind that there has been a marked increase in... lookalikes lately. We wouldn't want to mistake an innocent man for a scoundrel one bullet too late, hm?

[secretbutterflylover]

[While coming out at will is a bit of a struggle. He has no problem leaving when things start getting a bit painful.]

Perhaps you are right. Although I suppose if it was me, I'd understand taking a bullet to the shoulder by mistake if it was for keeping the village safe. He is a very dangerous man after all.

Although I would hope that the people here would be wise enough not to shoot for the head. After all simply killing him here wouldn't work. He'd just come back and be angry.

[No killing his host body.]

[monocledman]

Noted. [But fortunately for the man in the poster, the Pawngolas have never been keen on carrying around firearms.]

But my, you certainly are a citizen devoted to his community. [So ready to do his part to apprehend this madman.] Who are you, my good man? I'd like to remember anyone so selfless.

[secretbutterflylover]

My name? You can call me Knives.

[monocledman]

A pleasure, Knives. [He tips his hat.] I have no name to give in return, but I've been called 'Monocle'.

[He turns and removes the poster from the wall with a smart tug. Another glance and he folds it into quarters for stowing in his inner coat pocket.] I'll keep an eye out for this man of yours.

[secretbutterflylover]

Yes, good luck. I'm sure you'll run into him soon enough.

[monocledman]

I fear I might. [He moves to exit the alleyway.] Good day, sir. Take care not to run into any more rogue paper edges.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, thanks. Stop by my apartment later. Community housing four. Floor three. I'll give you one of the bandages I have there.

(Ooc: Feel free to skip some time and collect if you'd like in this thread!)

[monocledman]

((ooc: will do!))

[After that fascinating conversation, the monocled man goes about his business. Which is the loan shark business, of course. Here, he would normally leave his victims clients be for some time -- fatten the pig and allow the interest to rack up. But for the man in the poster, he makes an exception. The afternoon after their meeting, the monocled man arrives at CH4's third floor. There, he... stops in puzzlement. Did that Knives fellow mention which room he was in?]