Out on the Town, Monday Afternoon

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark is out and about today. After having gazed upon the school from a safe distance, and having a chat with the town's resident pirate, Quark wanders down to the town hall to check up on matters of local government.

After all, even though he was surrounded by Hoo-mons and various others, they still had to have some sort of chamber of commerce. Even if not, getting friendly with the mayor was one of Quark's highest priorities. Rule of Acquisition Thirty-Three: It never hurts to suck up to the boss.

When Quark does find the town hall, the lack of a Mayor quite astounds him. A headless government usually meant bad things. Bad, bad things. He'd lived through the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, the Dominion occupation of Deep Space Nine, and being brothers with Rom. There was no way his quiet retirement away from all the trouble of the Bajoran government, Starfleet, and the Ferengi Commerce Authority was going to be ruined by showing up in a town ruled by anarchy.

So he did the only thing that seemed right. If you want a job done right, you do it yourself. So today, Quark starts the paperwork and the political machinations.

Eventually, sometime soon, there'd be an election.

And Quark's name would be first on the ballot.

"Ha. Hoo-mons and their democracy," Quark says, wondering if he'll be able to change the title of Mayor to Nagus when he gets elected. Because there was no doubt in his mind about that. Everyone has a price, and if neccessary, Quark was going to buy this election.

But for now, Quark wanders about town, to see how bad the lawlessness is, so far. Most folks haven't met him, most folks might be afraid of his appearance, but he was there, on the street. Ready to shake babies and kiss hands.

Wait, scratch that... reverse it.

[ooc: Open to any interaction whatsoever! EDIT And I'm back now! Woo! Come poke Quark while he's out an about?]

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[prof-methos.livejournal.com]

*cracks up and dies*

*luckily, is Immortal, and thus shall be Right Back*

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: HAHHA. Oh man. You are so full of the awesome.]]

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

Cordy is on her way to Jeff, the God of Biscuits, where she heard there was a sale on, when she turns a corner and pretty much runs right into Quark.

"Oh my G-... Hello!" Cordy yelps, attempting to recover with as much dignity as possible while obviously a little taken aback by his...head.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark would normally be a little irritated, but today he's trying to give a good impression to everyone. "Hello." Quark smirks and holds out a hand. "Quark, potential Mayor of your fine city."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

Cordelia looks at him cautiously for a split-second before taking his hand. "Cordelia Chase, sophomore at Fandom High," she pauses for a moment. "Are you planning a coup?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Coup nothing. The Mayor's gone up and missing, and I'm looking to fill his shoes. Even though I was led to believe the last Mayor didn't wear any shoes, which means her must have had rather calloused feet." Quark snaps his fingers. "Good to meet you, Cordelia. You have a lot of friends? Possibly of voting age?"

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"Missing? What is it with this town and people always going missing? It's worse than Sunnydale," she said.

"Um," Cordelia started, a little taken aback by the campaign strategy. "I have a few friends here, I guess. And I think I'm technically 24, but I kinda missed 4 years in there. So maybe I'm 20? Either way, yeah, I guess I'm voting age."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Well then, let me do my best to assure you that I'm the right person for the job, Cordelia." Quark gives a little bow. "I've handled the fickle tastes of more alien creatures than you could name, and yes, the includes you hoo-mons. I know what people want, and I'm willing to give it to them."

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"Um...okay," Cordelia said, backing up a little. "I will definitely keep that in mind. Thanks."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark gives a pointy-toothy grin. "Good to meet you, Cordelia. Tell your friends, tell your relatives, tell everyone you know. Quark for Mayor!"

[upforachase.livejournal.com]

"I'll be sure to do that," Cordy said, only midly freaked out by the gigantic ears.

"Bye!"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

No police or mayor is one thing. Small things with pokey teeth and weird ass ears is another. There's really no way to mock and she's pretty sure this thing isn't Covenant. Tex's not sure what it is, though.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Whoa. Heavy armour sets off the warning bell of 'Handle with Caution' in Quark's head.

"Well, hello there. Quark, your best choice for new Mayor of this town."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex looks down at Quark and snorts. "Yeah, I really don't think so."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I have the know-how and the currency to get anything done. And I'm willing to make the right moves to get those things done, whether it is above or under the table, if you catch my drift." Quark rubs his right lobe a little. "May I ask your name?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Tex," she leans down a little to watch him closer. "So where's the catch?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark takes a step back. "Whoa, hey, don't want any trouble. I'm just looking out for what's in my best interests, here. A town without a mayor is only going to be bad for business."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh and somehow your best interests just happen to be the town's?" She might not trust this big eared weasel as far as she could throw him, which would be pretty far.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"I could be persuaded to keep the town's best interests." Quark says, not realizing that's probably the wrong answer. "I mean, running everyone out wouldn't be profitable, that's for sure."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"No, it isn't." Tex agrees and tilts her head. "So tell me, mayor weasel, what's your policy on selling weapons?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Never again. I'll leave that to the people who can handle that kind of pressure." Quark shakes his head.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Smart man," Tex nods. "What makes you think being mayor won't put you under the same kind of pressure?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Much less life-and-death." Quark shrugs. "I'm just a humble businessman. I try to avoid unneccesary trouble. But today, I remembered Rule of Acquisition Sixty-Two. The riskier the road, the greater the profit. Time to take a risk with politics."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that doesn't sound all to humble to me." Tex sneers. "I don't think you know this town too well."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"I might not, I only got here yesterday." Quark shrugs again. "But I'm very well acquainted with what people want. I'm totally confident that I'll be able to mount a campaign that will have me beloved in every home."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah, I'm sure that you do. They'll shower you with flowers and carry you around the streets and show you the park. You should meet the ducks, I'm sure they'll love you too." Tex nods.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"So, Tex, what's your business in this town? Nice suit of armor like that can't be just for show." Quark smirks a teeny bit.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you pay me and find out?" Tex suggest pleasantly.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark smirks a little more. "How about I buy you a drink, tommorow night? Know anyplace where we can make that happen?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm," Tex considers it for a moment. "How about... not. I can give you a free sample, though."

Without any warning she grabbed hold of Quark's throat. "Here's the deal, pal, and I'm sure a humble businessman as yourself will understand this. I don't trust you. Now, normally that's not a problem because I tend to move around a lot. I'm kinda stuck in this dump and I'm really in the mood to have to deal with a greedy little weasel like you."

She leans in, bringing her faceplate close to Quark's face. "So you're going to crawl back from whatever stinking hole you came from and you're going to stay far away from my business and from town hall. You got that?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"I think we might be on some different frequencies here," Quark gasps out, struggling a little. "I'm not out to hurt anybody!"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex smirks behind her visor and let's go. "No, but I am."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Right. No drink then." Quark brushes off the lapels of his suit. "But you still haven't told me where your business is. How am I supposed to avoid it if I don't even know the name?"

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"This town is my business," Tex growls in response.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark makes a face.

"Well then, Tex. I'd suggest getting a campaign together. Cause I see good things in the future of Quark buying the vote of fandom town. What's the earth term? Lock, Stock, and Barrel."

He takes a few steps back. He's ready to run, when the inevitable time comes.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

"I already have my campaign," Tex says coolly and loads her gun. "Wanna see it?"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"I'll take your word for it!" Quark shouts as he flees.