JopDance: jm: ::knocks on her father's door; she's forgotten her key::
Quantum Catz: DO: ::opens the door and grins:: Jasmine!
JopDance: jm: ::smiles:: Hi, Dad. Sorry I haven't been over in a while.
Quantum Catz: DO: ::leads the way into the apartment:: Beginning to think you'd forgotten about me
JopDance: jm: ::sits down on the couch:: You'd never let me forget it if I did.
Quantum Catz: DO: ::sits down on a chair:: Of course not
JopDance: jm: So how's business? Are you and Jack still arguing about that Morris job?
Quantum Catz: DO: We never *argue*. Just...disagree on certain things
JopDance: jm: ::smirks:: That's right, you *never* argue, because you always end up getting your own way.
Quantum Catz: DO: ::grins slightly:: An obvious lie
Quantum Catz: DO: So what've you been doing recently that's been keeping you away from your old man?
JopDance: jm: ::makes a face:: I've been working.
Quantum Catz: DO: ::laughs:: A good day's hard work never did anyone any harm
YarnKittymon: : ::there's a knock at the door::
JopDance: jm: ::looks over at it:: Expecting company?
Quantum Catz: DO: Speak of the devil. It's probably your uncle - heard us talking about him. ::goes over and opens the door::
YarnKittymon: : ::the person behind is a young woman in knickers and boots, with short and mussed grey hair and no hat:: Good day, sir; I just moved in. I was just wondering if you had some paint I could borrow...?
Quantum Catz: DO: Got some white left over from the last time i painted. Not much, mind
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman frowns:: Not very splashy...::pauses; her face lights up:: Unless I found a sponsor! Do you own a business, sir?
Quantum Catz: DO: ::surprised:: Uh, with my brother, yes. Splashy?
YarnKittymon: : ::the woman holds out her hand:: I'm Charity Grimwold, known across the country for my feats of daring! ::of course, no one present has heard of her::
Quantum Catz: DO: ::shakes her hand, looking bemused:: Sorry, i've not heard of u before
YarnKittymon: CY: Well, what do you sell?
Quantum Catz: DO: I'm just a handyman, miss, don't sell anything cept my time
YarnKittymon: CY: ::her smile widens considerably:: That just might work!
Quantum Catz: DO: ::confused:: Sorry?
YarnKittymon: CY: Do you ever work with metal?
Quantum Catz: DO: Not really, no
YarnKittymon: CY: ::frowns; disappointed:: Oh. I thought you specialized in odd jobs...
Quantum Catz: DO: Plumbing and stuff. yeah. Not so much metalwork
YarnKittymon: CY: ::frowns, then cheers up again:: Still! How would you like your name associated with a spectacular stunt never before performed in this or any other city?
Quantum Catz: DO: What sort of spectacular stunt?
YarnKittymon: CY: Leaping off a skyscraper. For a small monetary contribution--and some paint--the name of your firm can be seen by thousands of spectators!
Quantum Catz: DO: U plan to leap off a skyscraper?
YarnKittymon: CY: Or the Wonder Wheel. I haven't quite decided yet.
Quantum Catz: DO: Well...i think my business is doing well enough
YarnKittymon: CY: You needn't fear your name being associated with a young woman falling to her death, sir; I promise you that.
JopDance: jm: ::listens to conversation with interest and steps forward, a skeptical look on her face:: And you've done this before?
YarnKittymon: CY: Well, not exactly, but I've flown airplanes. And then some.
Quantum Catz: DO: ::brushes his hand through his hair:: I hope you do well, miss, but i really wouldn't want to sponser you