Utterly Mad

Michael leaned against a wall and decided to just watch for now. Keeping a death grip on the case he looked around and tried to stay calm. He needed one of his pills but he knew he really couldn't take one right now, not with a bunch of fuucking cops and guards around who'd probably question him.

Vivian "Vi" Amoureuse, the pill popping sensation

The butler hands a martini to some CEO from some big company, he turns to you and nods. He grabs a pitcher from the bar and brings it over to the superstar and fills her glass up to the brim, "Yes Ms. Amoureuse, I can do that for you right away." He speaks in a tired tone, he quickly replaces the pitcher back in its spot and puts away the server tray. He pops out the VIP door, and within the span of a few seconds he comes back in and approaches you once more, "The bouncer wouldn't let me down to see the General, but they're saying it might be a few days. Something about a quarantine until they find all the afflicted individuals or something."

Someone in the back calls for him, "Yes, you, you in the bowtie, yooouuu-hoooo! I would like another seltzer but this time with only four ice cubes, anything odd and I might be cursed with bad luck!" He zips off as quickly as he came to go server another VIP.

Then out of nowhere you start hearing shouting coming from the main terminal. Collectively the music stops, and the idle chatter ceases.

Caitlin Clearance, the discount maintenance worker/Michael V. Thomson, the "wise guy"/Duncan Miller, loose cannon detective

You see the man himself, General Berrimore Lee coming into the terminal and situating himself in front of the Christmas tree, using some of the fake presents to elevate himself. He begins to shout, "Would any individuals who went into Gates, D, B, C, and F please approach the tree. Silently families and people get up out of their chairs with their luggage and approach the tree. The General whispers something to the families that you can't make out from here, but you can tell what the intent was because some mournfully nodded while others shouted protest, "What do you mean we can't take our luggage! Do you know how expensive half this shit was! -Well where are you taking it?"

Soon some men in military uniforms appear from behind the tree and silently escort the few who came up into the cafeteria. "If you find anyone acting strangely or starts developing a hacking cough, please notify one of the staff. As you know, we're trying to fix this as quickly as we can but we may be here for a few days. Get some rest for the morning, the kind NewTereus staff will provide you with a hot breakfast, and a portion of the mall will be open for use.", he steps from his perch and heads towards where the military men exited.

A few murmurs of concern arise:

"What does that mean? Were they sick?"

"But I've had the flu for weeks now, I still might be sick... will I be taken away?"

"So if they're gone then the flights will be back in the morning right?"

Duncan Miller, loose cannon detective

After that little event that put everyone on edge, you decide that enough is enough and that someone's gotta get to the bottom of this. You get from your seat, leaving behind a large imprint of your rear on the leather. From casual observation, you see a bouncer protecting the VIP stairs, several security guards standing around keeping an eye on everything, you can see a lone flight attendant smoking a cigarette over by some vending machines, and you can see a pilot leaving the cafeteria.

Michael reached up and idly traced the scar on his cheek. daamn he could really use one of his pills right now, but it wouldn't do being seen popping one right now.  He started pacing around, keeping an eye out to make sure none of the security guards or soldiers started towards him. He couldn't let them get this briefcase, it'd mean jail time and some trouble with the boss.
"Sh1t sh1t sh1t I need a pill!" He mutters to himself as he paces.

(@Max, I like the sheet but if the character is 'dumber than most', it wouldn't make sense that he's a computer specialist/hacker. I'm not a hacker or a computer specialist but I feel like that would require quite the intelligence cap!)

Vi shook her head as Ronaldo walked away. This would not do. Three days drinking watered down booze, signing autographs and turning down hook-ups all while being disconnected from the outside world? This was not Gucci and if it wasn't Gucci it was Sears. She heard something happening outside of the VIP lounge but this whole situation was starting to f uck with her anxiety levels. She needed to find some zen in this situation before she threw a fit.

"I need a pill." Vi muttered to herself as she sipped her beverage with a look of annoyance. Then she placed her glass on the table, grabbed her cute purse and made way to the private bathrooms. I'll get a little juiced up and relax for a bit. Then, I'll find a way out of here. They can't keep a popstar hostage like this! Government involved or not. Vi pushed the bathroom door open with 110% sass.

[[You need to fix your sheet. Its weird that he's both stupid, and yet intelligent. Maybe change one to agility or something, and maybe consider a career change. You need to be someone computer wise, its more or less about making a character in this RP. Min/maxing and creating a character that's "needed" isn't required.]] [[I love you maxthethrax, may your sheet forever prosper.]]


Duncan Miller, Detective

The guard snarls, "Listen guy, I don' know jackshit about whats going on. If you wanna play investigator ask someone who was actually near the leak." He then scratches his chrome dome, and then begins to wave you away. You notice the pilot getting closer towards you, "Why don' you ask him."

You can also see the guards confronting someone behind the pilot.

Michael, Mafioso

You notice that people are beginning to stare at you, and some of the security guards are nudging each other and pointing you out. You're starting to make a scene, and a few people nearby are moving seats away from you. Before you can turn back around to pace the floors, you feel someone grab your arm and jerk you back. "Hey pal' you alright?" You realize its one of the nearby guards, he looks pretty concerned.

Vi, The Poppill Sensation

You sway your hips at 110% sass levels, you fling open the bathroom door and raise your head high at the 150% sass level, and you lock the door with no sass. Its a lavish lavatory, marble sink top with assorted scents and flower pedals, a ornate mirror to gussy yourself up in, a black toilet with BUTTONS ON IT, real tile floors (non of that low-peasantry linoleum garbage), and a speaker that plays the latest pop hits... which happens to be you latest single. Its the perfect place to get a grip.

Duncan Miller, Ace Detective

The pilot looks at the badge and back to you, he starts to look worried as he looks around the room and to the guard next to you. "Um, yeah, yeah sure. We can talk in my office, follow me." He turns around and starts heading toward the offices behind the flight booking desks.

Duncan Miller, Ace Detective

You follow him past the sliding glass door into some plain white hallways with equally plain blue carpet. A few turns to the right, and then to the left he enters the office of, "Captain Howards" Its quite small, a few posters of various Boeing models hang on the wall behind him, along with a small portion of the wall adorned in family photos (fishing trips, sitting up in the cockpit, and a few family portraits), his desk is covered in flight memorabilia, and there's the usual assortment of office things like a plant and filing cabinet.

He reaches into a drawer and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two glasses. "Alright, officer, what would you like to know?" He pours enough to fill the bottom of both glasses, and scoots one of the drinks towards your side of the table.