Finders Keepers

Using a fashion show to transport a new form of technology under wraps did not seem too shady- if it were any other person. This was Bliss. Something about this- neigh, all of this- seemed shady. And a little self aggrandizing. "Mitsuko's Fall Bliss Collection. Okay, a lot aggrandizing. Suzy, your sister-"

"Half." Tsukimi peered over Danny's shoulder to read the pamphlet, ignoring the fact one currently resided in her hand. "And, this is the half I am not proud of."

Both girls came dressed with a dress Mitsuko made them. Tsukimi's was black and red with floral arrangements and with a cut that started below her knees, but rose to her thigh. Danny took one of Mitsuko's more reasonable numbers after she found the first dress sent to be in terrible taste. Instead of a dress with a dress on it, sewn together with puff balls, Danny opted for a scarlet sleeveless dress with a bounce skirt around her knees. Poor Mitsuko probably stopped sleeping a few days ago in preparation for this show.  

"Are you proud of half of her? Seems more like a quarter of good in there, muddled with like forty percent petty behavior, and probably something like fifteen percent supervillain tendencies held in check by thirty percent insecurity."

"Your number is well beyond one hundred percent. You should not do percentages." Tsukimi walked past Danny towards the event center.

"I know we're one hundred percent not going where you want to eat once this stupid assignment is over." After one final check to her bracelet, Danny began moving towards the entrance to the event center. Finding the expense Bliss spared when decorating this hall would take a team of scientist passing down their research to their grandchildren whom in turn needed to devise a more sophisticated Hadron Collidor. Which Bliss would promptly insist they call a Bliss Collider. "Bliss doesn't have money anymore, so something tells me if I check my trust fund, I won't be happy."

"No one seems happy." Tsukimi took two drinks from a server.

"They're just being high class. No one wants to look happy. Unless you're super rich, then you do whatever." Danny reached for the second drink in Tsukimi's hand.  "Thanks."

The drink pulled out of Danny's reach. "I'm off duty."

"Those aren't alcoholic Suzy." Once again Danny tried to take the drink.

"They have sugar."

Fashion shows weren’t Alex’s choice of heroic venue but then again he didn’t choose what villainous types do. All he did was go where his little tech team told him to look into, anything that got his mind off of Humanity. The location itself wasn’t the usual Chicago, but actually half way across the country itself. ”huh, doesn’t look too different from Chicago, except...maybe the beaches. Those are pretty nice.” The event center came into view, people milling into it as they were there for whatever reason. ”Wonder what they think’s going on here.” Alex muttered to himself.

Proxy had been sure to give a good excuse to his parents, so that meant he had that base covered. Keeping his little Bolt suit in a small sack hanging from his back, Alex walked through the entrance along with everyone else. There were a few people that looked better dressed than him. Granted he was only in a pair of black denim jeans, and one of those shirts where the sleeves were different colored than the rest of it. A small amount of stubble was growing along his chin, adding a certain masculine look to him, or maybe making him look like he wasn’t a child.

The decoration itself that went into the building was impressive, that much he could give them. Someone had either put some money in it, or they just had a great way of cutting corners. A server walked around with drinks, Alex considering for a moment and giving in finally as he took a drink off of the little tray. There wasn’t anyone responsible to tell him no, so he went along with it. There was supposed to be something going on and he was here to stop it. It just took one taste to find out they weren’t alcoholic.

”Wow, talk about false advertisement.” He said with a roll of the eyes, still drinking the drink.

"Suzy, calm down." Danny reached out to try and commandeer the third glass from her energetic companion. "I don't think you should have anymore-"

"I'll tell you when I've had enough!" A quick turn from Tsukimi ran her into a man holding a drink similar to her own. "False advertisement? What did they advertise it as? Hmm?" Violating personal space, Tsukimi pushed her nose closer to Bolt's eye.

"Hey, Suzy. You need to tone it down. On a scale of one to ten we need you at a five, and right now you're at an imaginary number overlooking the planet diabetic comas come from." It took a moment of friction, but Danny eventually pulled Tsukimi back. "I hope you don't mind her. She doesn't do well with sugar. Or, special events. I'm Danny. This is Tsukimi."

"You can call us Mongoose and Suzy." Tsukimi snagged a drink as a waiter stepped by. "I'm Mongoose."

"That's Suzy. And don't call me Mongoose."

"Dayanara Tamamoa."

"More accurate, but don't call me that either." Danny reached over and patted Tsukimi on the shoulder, drawing Tsukimi's gaze with each movement of her hand. "Why don't you go find Bliss. I'll see about other things."

Tsukimi looked to Danny, then to Bolt, then back to Danny. Again to Bolt. Back to Danny. "Are you trying to get your fashion show opened?"

"I know what you mean, but have no idea why you think that is the proper way to phrase it. Go drink coffee or something." Danny watched Tsukimi disappear into the twisting corridors in search of her- well, whatever Tsukimi hoped to find. "Like I said, I'm Danny. Call me Danny. Only Danny."

Just as he thought this fashion show would be even more disappointing, he found himself being bumped into by some chick. She seemed hyped up on something, which was further exacerbated by her shoving her nose within his face, as Alex pulled back a little. ”Ummm…you’re kind of in my face.” He noted obviously uncomfortable as someone else came to the proverbial rescue. This lead to two people  now within his space, though one of them were still shoving their  face still too close in his face.

”Well she might want to lay off the sugar then.” Alex added with a slight amount of concern as Tsukimi was pulled back from in his personal space. That was followed by a sort of introduction, while he just sipped on his sugary drink which he was now just fine with. He was first given two obviously wrong names, unless someone hated their daughter enough to name her Mongoose and then the correction came along. A conversation happened between them, leaving Bolt confused more than anything else.

There was some sort of odd relationship between them and he could not for the life of him understand it. ”Well….it’s nice to meet you just Danny.” He said, downing the sugary drink and getting himself another. Hopefully they had a pretty high caloric content or he would have to do some heavy duty eating when he got home. ”So, you have something to do with the fashion show or something?”

Danny tapped her finger against the glass. "Something to do with this? Maybe." A serious furrow sat on Danny's bottom lip. "I'm not being coy either, I'm actually not sure if my money was used to fund this thing or not."

"Suzy, it's Mongoose." A voice rang in the flower on Danny's dress with the calm, but uptight voice of a more energetic Tsukimi.

"Suzy, this is Danny. Neither one of us are Mongoose." After releasing the flower, Danny picked it back up. "But, what is-"

"There are people here with canisters of some kind of strange liquid." The static voice picked up in pitch. "They're on the eastern loading bay of the building."

"East? That's on the otherside." Confusion swung across Danny's face as she eyed Bolt just long enough to let him in on the situation. "You just left thirty seconds ago."

"I decided to run. It felt good. Now, I kinda want to take a nap though. It likes like the show you paid for is about to have some terrible reviews."

"I didn't pay for it, it was stolen, and Bliss is going to- you know what, no, I have more important things to do than to complain about Bliss." A twist of the flower stem closed the channel with Tsukimi. "If you'll excuse me. Um, there's a shipping error on the eastside. Something about a turkey- or you know, um a turkey...why do I keep saying turkey? I think something bad might be going down on the other side of the building, so I gotta go."