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Post by Apollo Hammond on Nov 4, 2015 18:22:05 GMT
The next one to arrive was Apollo Hammond in his Rolls Royce Phantom 2015, an old reliquary from his 'grandfather' still at the height of it's beauty and functionality. His impecably dressed chauffeur opened the back door, for the grinning figure of the CEO of Hammond & Co. to step out; his pale skin contrasting with his black tuxedo, which had been tailored for this particular event. In his arms he held Nergal, his black sphynx; Unlike his market rival, Chronos, Apollo had preferred his cat's comapny over a woman's this night, the first hardly tried to stab you in the back every now and then. His butler came tailing him, Apollo was nothing without having Stanley to rely upon, also he needed someone to carry the cat.
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 5, 2015 16:27:58 GMT
"Paul Cobb, Wolf's Howl!! Mister Hammond, how do you respond to persistent rumors you are not actually the biological son of Arthur Hammond? Would you be willing to submit to DNA testing to satisfy public curiosity? And are you gay?!"
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A young woman with a striking blue coat approached Ewan. With her green eyes and red hair, she reminded him a bit of a Christmas ornament. "I'm sorry, I'm quite lost! I go to Chronos, so I don't know this place as all. I was wondering if you could help me!"
Ewan Cromwell INT: 34
Her voice rang of the Deep South, possibly even Texas. She wore a short pale white dress beneath that left little to the imagination. She was in excellent shape, but still felt the need to use grooming products judging by the lustre hair.
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Post by Apollo Hammond on Nov 5, 2015 17:02:12 GMT
"Paul Cobb, Wolf's Howl!! Mister Hammond, how do you respond to persistent rumors you are not actually the biological son of Arthur Hammond? Would you be willing to submit to DNA testing to satisfy public curiosity? And are you gay?!" Apollo smiled, tapped the man in the shoulder and walked past him; not sparing the reporter a single word, if he had come to him with a question about his business, he might have dignified him with an interview. Fucking tabloids, always digging through his trash, some years ago he might have sent the man home with a tumor the size of an orange in his lungs, but with time he had learned to just ignore their buzzing. |
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on Nov 5, 2015 22:00:46 GMT
"Inform them they can be punctual or we will find a new supplier." Alexander instructed Diana, before backtracking. "In fact, they should know better. Cancel it and tell them we will do just that." He did not seem much to care this would likely cause massive layoffs with the vendor or spark a bidding war for the Chronos Consolidated account.
"Then I am sure you can put the knowledge to use translating the lectures for us laymen." he replied to Erwin, feigning humility despite his superhuman intellect. "Yes, a pleasure to meet you again, Miss Groeneveld." he added to his COO's date, not bothering to mention that it was infinitely nicer than she would ever know compared to the first time. "I am not sure you have met my personal assistant, Diana Kairos. Diana, Elize here is our corporate...yoga instructor." The way he said her title was somewhat stilted, almost dismissive. It was not from any lack of respect for the eastern arts, but more at the oddity that such a profession existed in this age. It seemed just yesterday he could work Irish immigrant children to their bones in his factory for pennies on the dollar or bust unions. Now his employees required vacation days, overtime, and company retreats. He was not sure the ladies had met, as Alexander's realm was the top 3 floors, somewhere Elize rarely had reason to venture above and Diana rarely had reason to venture below.
He audibly sighed as Nigel Oakmont approached. Ambrosia's first families had a less than amicable relationship. He had detested Nigel's father, hated his grandfather, loathed his great grandfather, and abhorred his great great grandfather. The family had means but no greater purpose, like a clock that didn't run.
"Of course, I even ensured the president of Chronos University gave the students the day off so they could attend." he replied, with a thin smile. "It does them good to see other campuses so that they can fully appreciate the advantages in education and facilities they enjoy as Watchmen."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 5, 2015 23:12:08 GMT
Diana held out a hand, "Likewise" she replied, shaking the other womans hand, "What did you do to deserve this date?" she asked, inclining her head at Price with a razor sharp grin, serious as Diana took her work, she also liked to have fun. Work hard, play hard.
"I have actually been meaning to look into starting Yoga, I want to increase my flexibility, do you have a means of booking appointments?"
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on Nov 5, 2015 23:40:43 GMT
"Presumptuous, but correct in this case." Chronos remarked, in reference to Elize's response. "I daresay Ms. Kairos has as much on her shoulders as Erwin, managing my daily affairs, with half the vacation time."
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 5, 2015 23:40:59 GMT
"How do you half zero?" she replied to Elize in a friendly conspiratorial manner, like she was sharing an inside joke with a long term friend, "but yes, my days are always busy as you can imagine, but I will give you as much notice as I can, at least twenty four hours" she confirmed, before reeling off her number in a fast well practiced flow of digits. "That is my works number, I have it on me more than my personal cell. Are you looking forward to the lecture?"
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Post by Rory Hamilton on Nov 6, 2015 0:10:16 GMT
"I hope you do enjoy it then," Diana said, looking round composing a message on her handheld, before her eyes went back to Elize, "This particular subject holds no real interest for me, further looking into it sounds a lot like playing with fire, but I like to be able to speak on any subject in conversation, you could say that this is just extra credit, if such a thing existed outside of school."
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 1:00:56 GMT
He audibly sighed as Nigel Oakmont approached. Ambrosia's first families had a less than amicable relationship. He had detested Nigel's father, hated his grandfather, loathed his great grandfather, and abhorred his great great grandfather. The family had means but no greater purpose, like a clock that didn't run. "Of course, I even ensured the president of Chronos University gave the students the day off so they could attend." he replied, with a thin smile. "It does them good to see other campuses so that they can fully appreciate the advantages in education and facilities they enjoy as Watchmen." Nigel Oakmont snorted. "Your chief scientist is an AU alumnus, is he not? How are you appreciating the education and facilities he enjoys as an old Wolf?" It was true, though Banner and Griswold were Chronos graduates themselves. Griswold had even had a decent college football career with the Watchmen before an injury took him out, and both had given more than a few graduation ceremony speeches over the years. |
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Nov 6, 2015 1:45:39 GMT
A young woman with a striking blue coat approached Ewan. With her green eyes and red hair, she reminded him a bit of a Christmas ornament. "I'm sorry, I'm quite lost! I go to Chronos, so I don't know this place as all. I was wondering if you could help me!" Ewan Cromwell INT: 34 Her voice rang of the Deep South, possibly even Texas. She wore a short pale white dress beneath that left little to the imagination. She was in excellent shape, but still felt the need to use grooming products judging by the lustre hair. "It's fine" Ewan said, "I would be glad to help, although I have only been here on visits myself" |
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 2:24:39 GMT
"It's fine" Ewan said, "I would be glad to help, although I have only been here on visits myself" "Oh, darling, I'd be impressed if you knew where the bathroom was!" She looked around, putting her hands in her coat pockets. "I was supposed to meet my adviser for orientation, but I think I lost him in this crowd. Not sure how he'd miss me dressed like this..." She frowned in the way only a beautiful young woman can. "Anyway, I like you accent. I mean, I know everyone in Australia has that accent, but I like Australia. I dated an Australian once, he even said 'shrimp on the barbie' sometimes!" She giggled, then stopped. "Oh my God, are you not Australian?!" |
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Nov 6, 2015 2:30:45 GMT
Ewan laughed momentarily,
"British, although I haven't been home in years" He said.
"If you don't mind my asking, what are you studying at Chronos?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 2:39:44 GMT
"Calculus. My advisor said they might be hiring mathematicians at the science conference, and I've almost finished my degree, sooo... yeah. Job-hunting."
Ewan Cromwell INT: 38
Her accent is inconsistent, and her affectations seem a bit too much. Or maybe she really is that irritating.
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Post by Ewan Cromwell on Nov 6, 2015 3:38:35 GMT
"I can imagine this would be a good place for job hunting" Ewan said,
"Do you know anyone who is here, other than your organizer?"
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Post by The Astronomer on Nov 6, 2015 4:44:59 GMT
"Well,there's Alexander Chronos the Sixth. He, like, owns Chronos University obviously. And he's supposed to be the richest man in Ambrosia. Like, his gross profit models are total outliers, and his portfolio is massively impressive. And over there is Apollo Hammond. Supposedly, he's the long lost son of Arthur Hammond, the pharma kingpin, and they just found eachother oneday out of the blue. Think they'll make a movie out of it. And over there is the mayor, but I don't know anything about him, other than he's super corrupt and is in bed with the military-industrial complex and is probably scheming to poison the Starborn community because they're a drain on his budget. And the guy next to him is Colonel Rodgers. He runs Fort Kirby now, but during the war, he was actually the warden of the big internment camp they made out of Starcrown. Everyday, he locked American citizens in there just because they weren't crazy bonkers about killing aliens. A lot of kids too, because they had no idea which were Starborn yet. It was a modern witch hunt!"
And then she finally paused. "My name's Lucy, by the way!"
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