i'm your little friend, i'm not your only friend
Who: Franz d'Epinay (hisdiscretion) & Bruce Wayne (kingofrooks)
When: 5/6/11 - around 10AM
Where: Generic waffle house in Sector 4.
Summary: Franz has offered to help Bruce find some interview clothes. They're both uppercrust social navigators hoping to form a connection that'll be beneficial in the future.
Warnings: n/a
[Franz hasn't ended up sleeping at all in the morning when he got home from work, consequently, he is earlier than usual for his meeting with Bruce Wayne. The nightmares had increased since his brief brush with the darkness-proof failing in the underground mall - terrible dreams with the sounds of scraping metal and the sound of hooves and a terrible, boxed-in coffin-like sensation of oppression.
Coffee helps. Franz is free of the bracelet he now wears to work to help with the truth-induced headaches, so he's glowing faintly, creating a corner of warmth in the family restaurant. His decision to attend this social meeting with his powers intact is two pronged- it'll be good to see how much of a liar this Bruce is - if he really believes he's as great as he says he is, and because Franz fears Dr. Xavier's warnings of becoming too dependent on the device.
Even when it's time to dress casual, Franz is of the rather straight-backed, buttoned-down variety, wearing a vest and tie, a business shirt tucked into well-kept jeans (he's trying to do blue jeans more). He's somewhat absorbed in his tablet PC, catching up with some work e-mails as he glances at the his watch.
Time to see if his notes on Bruce Wayne will include 'punctual'.]
Thank you. [He murmurs to the waitress, and offers her a bright smile.] Keep the coffee coming.
When: 5/6/11 - around 10AM
Where: Generic waffle house in Sector 4.
Summary: Franz has offered to help Bruce find some interview clothes. They're both uppercrust social navigators hoping to form a connection that'll be beneficial in the future.
Warnings: n/a
[Franz hasn't ended up sleeping at all in the morning when he got home from work, consequently, he is earlier than usual for his meeting with Bruce Wayne. The nightmares had increased since his brief brush with the darkness-proof failing in the underground mall - terrible dreams with the sounds of scraping metal and the sound of hooves and a terrible, boxed-in coffin-like sensation of oppression.
Coffee helps. Franz is free of the bracelet he now wears to work to help with the truth-induced headaches, so he's glowing faintly, creating a corner of warmth in the family restaurant. His decision to attend this social meeting with his powers intact is two pronged- it'll be good to see how much of a liar this Bruce is - if he really believes he's as great as he says he is, and because Franz fears Dr. Xavier's warnings of becoming too dependent on the device.
Even when it's time to dress casual, Franz is of the rather straight-backed, buttoned-down variety, wearing a vest and tie, a business shirt tucked into well-kept jeans (he's trying to do blue jeans more). He's somewhat absorbed in his tablet PC, catching up with some work e-mails as he glances at the his watch.
Time to see if his notes on Bruce Wayne will include 'punctual'.]
Thank you. [He murmurs to the waitress, and offers her a bright smile.] Keep the coffee coming.