Tuesday Night, Fourth Sin--OPEN

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod sat behind the desk. He was surfing the internet, trying to find all the available information about vampires. A copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula was open on the desk next to him. Some passages were underlined and others were highlighted.

Under the desk were a bottle of holy water and several sharpened stakes. He wasn't wearing a cross, since he wasn't sure it would work for a non-Christian.

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[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky wandered down, idly twirling her one still-loaded gun around her finger.

"Hiiiiii, Jarod," she said.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

GOB walked into the Sin carrying several pies. "Hello, Becky. Jarod," he said, nodding to each of them. "I've brought pies for the girls."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Becky asked, checking the gun's magazine.

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Just trying to be nice," GOB said. "How are you today?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Pretty damn good. I killed a bunch of people last night," Becky shrugged. "You're not a frog anymore. That was funny while it lasted."

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah. Hysterical." If GOB heard about the killing people thing, he apparently repressed it immediately. "Can I drop these off in the kitchen? And then I really need to talk to you about something."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Sure. And what do we need to talk about?" Becky asked in a vaguely curious sort of way.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Evening, Becky," he responded, then noticed what she was doing. "Nice gun. Yours?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Yup. I unloaded the others last night," Becky nodded.

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Safer that way." Jarod mumbled, obviously preoccupied. "What do you know about vampires?"

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Good in bed. Also, apparently insane," Becky remarked. "Why?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod filed the first piece of information away, but didn't remark on it. "I met one of the insane ones yesterday on the way home from Caritas."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Which one? Blondie or Batshit?" Becky asked.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark wandered in, in desperate need of a little relaxation after the incident with Tex earlier. He eyes the area, and scowls a little.

"What sort of business is this?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod's eyes widened. Yet another unusual being. "Welcome to the Fourth Sin, sir. This establishment is a brothel."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Brothel? We-he-he-ell." Quark grins and rubs his hands together. "Now this place is a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you. Do you have a list of inventory?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

Jarod's eyebrows rose. "Inventory? No...but we do have a list of the girls' preferences, if that's what you meant."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark tugs a little on his lobe. "I mean, do I have to personally inspect the merchandise, or is there a quick rundown of what the women are like?"

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Either one is possible. If you'd like to meet the girls first, that's doable, or Becky," he gestured towards her, "can give you a rundown of the girls' preferences."

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

After making sure all her things were in her new house, and waving good bye to the walking hut, as it made it's way off the island, Agatha wandered down Minotaur Lane and turned onto the ominously named Apocalypse Street. Seeing a business with it's lights on at this late hour she wandered in, mainly to introduce herself and to socialize.

"Hi!" She waved enthusiastically. "What sort of business are you? You are open late, so i thought i would stop by and say hi. So 'HI'. I am new here by the way."

[[let me know if this is a bad place for this sort of thing...]]

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Nope, but Agatha just walked into the Brothel. *g*]

Jarod waved distractedly from his spot behind the desk, then looked up. "Good Evening, welcome to the...miss, I think you might be in the wrong place. This is the Fourth Sin. It's a brothel."

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

[ooc: well yes. i figured, you know, entertainment of the embarrassed kind.]

Agatha blinked. "What is a brothel? I just wanted to meet some of the other people who worked in this town. Oh, where are my manners? I am Agatha Heterodyne Clay, i just got here a few hours ago. I am opening a repair store down on Minotaur Lane."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"A brothel is..." Jarod cleared his throat, trying to think of how to explain it. "A place where people pay for...physical companionship...for a short period of time."

He offered his hand. "I'm Jarod. Welcome to Fandom. What kind of things do you repair?"

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

Agatha looked mildly confused. Beetleburg was not that small a town, but she had never heard of such a thing.

"People pay... for friendship?" She shook her head "This town might be stranger then even Castle Wulfenbach."

"Well, really i can repair anything. And make it better. And bigger. And possibly alive." She smiled, and pulled a dingbot (http://girlgeniusonline.com/info/cast/bios/dingbots.jpg) out of her pocket. "I also make these guys. they are quite useful for small tasks."

[jarodpretends.livejournal.com]

"Not friendship, precisely," Jarod said, blushing. "Basically, it's for...sex."

Assuming Agatha wouldn't take off at a sprint from the building, he continued, "Wow, that sounds very interesting. What kind of tasks can the little robots perform? And what brings you here?"