The Daisy Darling runs a tight ship. Scaramouche would know.
On his latest trip down the gangway, escorted for the fifteenth time by the same pair of tall, lumbering heavies, he was handed a lifetime ban instead of a final warning. It might have had something to do with how he got caught seven too many times near restricted areas like the communications floor and the captain's quarters. That didn't stop him from trying his luck eight more times; all but two of his attempts to schmooze passengers actually got him somewhere, but his luck always ran out before the final gong. He would be spotted or outed by a bouncer just when he thought he had an accomplice in the palm of his hand.
It's nighttime now. Scaramouche finds himself in the dark of the observation deck, staring up and out at the hazy glimmer of the interdimensional liner's lights behind the red dust outside, his seven and a half foot frame silhouetted against the eerie glow. A hand rests against his mechanical jaw, subtly testing its movements. That mean right hook came out of nowhere. He won't make the mistake of letting the guards get up close and personal like that again.
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Scaramouche | OTA | Will Match Format
Observation Deck (Anchor)
The Daisy Darling runs a tight ship. Scaramouche would know.
On his latest trip down the gangway, escorted for the fifteenth time by the same pair of tall, lumbering heavies, he was handed a lifetime ban instead of a final warning. It might have had something to do with how he got caught seven too many times near restricted areas like the communications floor and the captain's quarters. That didn't stop him from trying his luck eight more times; all but two of his attempts to schmooze passengers actually got him somewhere, but his luck always ran out before the final gong. He would be spotted or outed by a bouncer just when he thought he had an accomplice in the palm of his hand.
It's nighttime now. Scaramouche finds himself in the dark of the observation deck, staring up and out at the hazy glimmer of the interdimensional liner's lights behind the red dust outside, his seven and a half foot frame silhouetted against the eerie glow. A hand rests against his mechanical jaw, subtly testing its movements. That mean right hook came out of nowhere. He won't make the mistake of letting the guards get up close and personal like that again.
Wildcard
[ooc: Hmu on discord or plurk or through PM if you'd like another starter!]