MPC 72B Reality TV [Complete]
Mar 4, 2020 4:53:28 GMT
Post by Desdemona on Mar 4, 2020 4:53:28 GMT
MPC Name: Reality TV
MPC Number: 72B
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1073
“Good afternoon, Dragons. My name is Desdemona, and I’m thrilled to be here today to make one of you a very, very lucrative deal.”
Desdemona smiled warmly with her holosuit as she stood upright, clasping her hands behind her back in a professional looking pose. Beside her, stood a full length mirror which she ignored for now. The five humans seated before her all wore the same skeptical expressions, but she couldn’t blame them. Meatbags were slow creatures, after all. Taking their silence as a cue, she began her sales pitch in the Dragon’s Den.
“There is a market for altering appearances. One so big that it can reach every country in the world to one degree or another. I’m sure you’re all familiar with that, though?” At that point she paused to look pointedly at the two women before her. Both were getting on in age for humans, and it was past the point of no return for wrinkles. Again she smiled, resuming her talk in a singsong voice. “...makeup, and plastic surgeons, for example.” Her gaze drifted to the three remaining men in their plush leather padded chairs. “Or even simple tailors, and barbers.”
Her teenage figure held up a digital watch in one gloved hand. The item looked normal, but that didn’t shake the easy confidence rolling off of her tongue.
“What would any of you pay, if I told you that anyone could look like whatever their heart desired? All from the push of a button, from such a discreet device such as this. Never mind how much you would pay. How much would you make from owning this?”
Leaving the question in the air, Desdemona allowed the humans time to collect their thoughts. Most of them still seemed skeptical, and a few even laughed as was expected. All of them looked as if they were already decided, though.
“Is this some kind of joke, child?” asked one of the men with a shake of his head, his Scottish accent putting a definitive bite to his slight. “Do you think we’ve got nothing better to do than waste our time?”
“Mr. Bannatyne,” interrupted Des, maintaining a serene tone, “..let me assure you all, that the one wasting their time here, is myself. The only joke here is that you people have the audacity to call yourselves dragons. So allow me to demonstrate.”
Reaching a hand to her own wrist Desdemona thumbed a button on the device. Her human visage vanished, revealing the witchmon beneath. Her smile widened at her audience’s baffled silence. The digimon took her time walking towards the seated humans, pulling out more holosuit watches from a pocket. One for each of them specifically, and loaded with an image of their younger, livelier selves.
“Eyes are deceptive, fickle things. So please, try them for yourselves,” instructed Des after she had handed the items out. Backing away from the five Dragons with a coy grin she then gestured to the tall mirror that was left in the middle of the room.
“Why do you look so.. so cartoony?” asked one of the women as she eyed the witchmon suspiciously.
“Like I said… You can look like whatever you want to with these accessories. Put them on, and give the red button a tap.”
Again she gave a deliberate demonstration of activating her holosuit. Again, she stood before the investors appearing as a human teenager in a black Japanese school uniform. One by one, the Dragons put on and activated their own holosuit devices. The digimon allowed the fools to marvel at the changes among themselves, watching silently with her amused grin as they even walked over to the mirror. Inevitably, all of the humans did so, which was when Des chose to sit down on one of their comfy chairs.
“My question stands, Dragons,” spoke up Des after she tired of their gawking. She had one leg crossed over the other in her relaxed pose. Holding one of the bundles of bills the Dragons had left out on the tables she fanned a thumb through its edges like it was a flip book. Once she had all of the humans staring at her she put the bills back down, and picked up a pen and notebook that had been left on the table as well.
“What are you going to offer me for this technology? Also, please don’t insult me again by mistaking me for a child. Let’s talk real money.”
The Dragons seemed to collectively calm down once matters went back to business. Some of them deactivated their holosuits and stared hard at the young girl who was turning the tables on them.
“Is this technology safe? Do you have the patent for it?” inquired one of the more savvy investors.
“It’s entirely safe to use, yes,” answered Des flatly, almost bored by the implication of having brought forward a faulty item to review. “There already exists a patent on the watch, but I’m not selling you the watch. I’m selling you the appearance altering tech, which has no patent where I'm from. It's a bit of a communal piece of technology. You could be the first here to do so, of course. It can be incorporated into an earring, a key chain, or even a brooch if desired. Limitless application, really.”
“If you have the means to develop this.. Why sell it to us?” asked another of the Dragons carefully. “Why not a government lab?”
The teenage girl didn’t answer right away. Instead, she grinned and chuckled first. Eyeing the human with the approval a trainer might show a pet learning a new trick the digimon clapped softly.
“Ah, now there’s a real question! Why indeed, Mr. Jones? Let’s say I did. Do you think this technology would reach the public?” That was an obvious ‘no,’ and none of the Dragons voiced objection to the idea, so Des continued. “Your financial backing is deeply appreciated and needed for my operation here in London. However, securing your investment is only the secondary objective. I’m here first and foremost for the people that stand to gain from this technology.”
She held her hands up to gesture to the Dragons as a collective, still brandishing her smile and smooth tone.
“And one of you.. Will be the driving name behind this monumental wave of happy feelings and profit. So I ask you again, Dragons. What will you pay me?”
MPC Number: 72B
Reward Requested: 15 Posts
Word Count: 1073
Your characters are starring or guests in a Reality TV show. Can be a competition one like Big Brother, Hell's Kitchen or Survivor; could be an informative one like Cops or Border Security; the possibilities are very open.
“Good afternoon, Dragons. My name is Desdemona, and I’m thrilled to be here today to make one of you a very, very lucrative deal.”
Desdemona smiled warmly with her holosuit as she stood upright, clasping her hands behind her back in a professional looking pose. Beside her, stood a full length mirror which she ignored for now. The five humans seated before her all wore the same skeptical expressions, but she couldn’t blame them. Meatbags were slow creatures, after all. Taking their silence as a cue, she began her sales pitch in the Dragon’s Den.
“There is a market for altering appearances. One so big that it can reach every country in the world to one degree or another. I’m sure you’re all familiar with that, though?” At that point she paused to look pointedly at the two women before her. Both were getting on in age for humans, and it was past the point of no return for wrinkles. Again she smiled, resuming her talk in a singsong voice. “...makeup, and plastic surgeons, for example.” Her gaze drifted to the three remaining men in their plush leather padded chairs. “Or even simple tailors, and barbers.”
Her teenage figure held up a digital watch in one gloved hand. The item looked normal, but that didn’t shake the easy confidence rolling off of her tongue.
“What would any of you pay, if I told you that anyone could look like whatever their heart desired? All from the push of a button, from such a discreet device such as this. Never mind how much you would pay. How much would you make from owning this?”
Leaving the question in the air, Desdemona allowed the humans time to collect their thoughts. Most of them still seemed skeptical, and a few even laughed as was expected. All of them looked as if they were already decided, though.
“Is this some kind of joke, child?” asked one of the men with a shake of his head, his Scottish accent putting a definitive bite to his slight. “Do you think we’ve got nothing better to do than waste our time?”
“Mr. Bannatyne,” interrupted Des, maintaining a serene tone, “..let me assure you all, that the one wasting their time here, is myself. The only joke here is that you people have the audacity to call yourselves dragons. So allow me to demonstrate.”
Reaching a hand to her own wrist Desdemona thumbed a button on the device. Her human visage vanished, revealing the witchmon beneath. Her smile widened at her audience’s baffled silence. The digimon took her time walking towards the seated humans, pulling out more holosuit watches from a pocket. One for each of them specifically, and loaded with an image of their younger, livelier selves.
“Eyes are deceptive, fickle things. So please, try them for yourselves,” instructed Des after she had handed the items out. Backing away from the five Dragons with a coy grin she then gestured to the tall mirror that was left in the middle of the room.
“Why do you look so.. so cartoony?” asked one of the women as she eyed the witchmon suspiciously.
“Like I said… You can look like whatever you want to with these accessories. Put them on, and give the red button a tap.”
Again she gave a deliberate demonstration of activating her holosuit. Again, she stood before the investors appearing as a human teenager in a black Japanese school uniform. One by one, the Dragons put on and activated their own holosuit devices. The digimon allowed the fools to marvel at the changes among themselves, watching silently with her amused grin as they even walked over to the mirror. Inevitably, all of the humans did so, which was when Des chose to sit down on one of their comfy chairs.
“My question stands, Dragons,” spoke up Des after she tired of their gawking. She had one leg crossed over the other in her relaxed pose. Holding one of the bundles of bills the Dragons had left out on the tables she fanned a thumb through its edges like it was a flip book. Once she had all of the humans staring at her she put the bills back down, and picked up a pen and notebook that had been left on the table as well.
“What are you going to offer me for this technology? Also, please don’t insult me again by mistaking me for a child. Let’s talk real money.”
The Dragons seemed to collectively calm down once matters went back to business. Some of them deactivated their holosuits and stared hard at the young girl who was turning the tables on them.
“Is this technology safe? Do you have the patent for it?” inquired one of the more savvy investors.
“It’s entirely safe to use, yes,” answered Des flatly, almost bored by the implication of having brought forward a faulty item to review. “There already exists a patent on the watch, but I’m not selling you the watch. I’m selling you the appearance altering tech, which has no patent where I'm from. It's a bit of a communal piece of technology. You could be the first here to do so, of course. It can be incorporated into an earring, a key chain, or even a brooch if desired. Limitless application, really.”
“If you have the means to develop this.. Why sell it to us?” asked another of the Dragons carefully. “Why not a government lab?”
The teenage girl didn’t answer right away. Instead, she grinned and chuckled first. Eyeing the human with the approval a trainer might show a pet learning a new trick the digimon clapped softly.
“Ah, now there’s a real question! Why indeed, Mr. Jones? Let’s say I did. Do you think this technology would reach the public?” That was an obvious ‘no,’ and none of the Dragons voiced objection to the idea, so Des continued. “Your financial backing is deeply appreciated and needed for my operation here in London. However, securing your investment is only the secondary objective. I’m here first and foremost for the people that stand to gain from this technology.”
She held her hands up to gesture to the Dragons as a collective, still brandishing her smile and smooth tone.
“And one of you.. Will be the driving name behind this monumental wave of happy feelings and profit. So I ask you again, Dragons. What will you pay me?”
