November open log

[seemagicshit]

Who: Zhao and you

Status: Open

Where: Bopping around everywhere

What: Zhao settling into the corsair life and how one exactly begins a restaurant empire...

Warnings: Zhao's cursing for now





People watching and planning

[On the isle of Eltrut, Zhao is chilling with a beer during a fine afternoon. He seems to be daydreaming, staring off into space, but is also periodically jotting something down in a notebook that he probably stole.

He waves if you approach.]

Hey, what's up?


Cat training

[Zhao hadn't had any pets growing up, but as part of running the Liumang, he did run a restaurant with a tiger. It'd been his job to train it when he'd been small. Training a much more manageable feline didn't seem so bad. Plus, who the fuck wouldn't want a cat named Cobrastrike?]

Okay, Cobra. We gotta train your ass if you're going to hang with me. I'm gonna move this barrel and something's going to crawl out, so get ready!

[The brown tomcat looks like he'd been in a few fights, but he lashes his tail. Zhao takes that as an encouraging sign.]


Gallows Humor

[In the quest for getting funds and clout together for a business venture, Zhao knows he's gotta hustle. Even if it means breaking into prison with whoever's been unfortunate enough to be stuck with him.]

So, can't say I've broken into a prison before. You got a plan or are we winging this shit?


Or whatever else you want to plan, Zhao's your man Just hit me up at draculabackwards on plurk if you want to plot!

Comments

[seemagicshit]

[Zhao blinks at the unexpected display and then grins.]

Well shit, that's better than anything I had planned!

[Once the lock looks cooled off, he gently opens the door. No one appears to be inside, so he motions Joshua to follow him. He knows they're going to run into some bullshit because prison breaks going out never end well, so he imagines breaking into prison will equally suck.]

[phoenixdominant]

[Despite the vulgar language... Joshua feels just a prickle of pride. He does like helping, being impressive is just a bonus.

He nods and follows the man inside. It's an eerily dark and dank prison area. With heavy stone walls and flooring, creaking metal iron doors and dimly lit torchlight... It smells like mould.]

I suggest we try to keep ourselves in the shadows. The less attention we find, the better.

[Sneak in and break out!]