Summary: Kilroy gets a signed autograph for charity from Hal Jordan. |
Location: Metropolis |
Date: 2014.04.04 |
Emitter: |
Players: Kilroy Capital Conneticut Hal Jordan |
NPCs: Timmy |
Groups: |
Tone: Social |
Rating: Public |
Fundraising. Where people have too much
give too little to their favorite charity.
An area near-to central park has been
cordoned off with a green and white banner reading 'GIVE GREEN FOR
CHARITY'. Throughout the day there have been a number of events but
the whole she-bang is wrapping up with a live auction.
Moments ago the Green Lantern descended
from the clouds and the iridescent aura around him dispersed, "How's
everyone doing?" He asked to wild applause, "The next item
up for bid is.." Dramatic pause, "..me." The celebrity
host brings out a life-sized cardboard cutout which he signs after a
bit of bravado.
'Let's start the bidding at one hundred
dollars.'
'Do I hear one fifty?'
Hal is a good sport -- holding his spot
on the stage and pointing people out as they bid.
"Can I get two-fifty?" The
Green Lantern interjects throwing off the auctioneer's rhythm.
Kilroy sits in the audience.
He's...annoyed at something, but pleased at the same time. It's a
particularly odd combination but he's considering what to do about
it, and in the meantime following his Grandfather's advice which is,
"Get over yourself boy!" And that he is.
Kilroy knows a young lad who'd give
ANYTHING for the autograph...he rather suspects he has more funds
than most of the folks here and doesn't want to make them feel bad by
crushing them....so Kilroy steadily bids, but waits for someone else
to bid and doesn't show off. Poor form.
The bidding steadily increases from a
few hundred to the low thousands.
Hal gives the audience an incredulous
look through his mask, "Come on, it's for charity.." The
Lantern odds spurring things forward for another few bids, "Okay.
The winner gets to hold a construct." The bidding resumes
full-tilt.
The low thousands becomes several
thousands and starts to slow again.
"I'll take the winner up in a hot
air balloon right after this is over."
Low thousands becomes ten thousand and
the bids continue to roll in, "If you have a friend with you
they can come too.." Suddenly money is being pooled and there is
the very clear sense that Hal has done this before.
Calm and resolute, Kilroy maintains a
steady response. He doesn't shame, doesn't react or over react. He
feels a bit bad for the others here, but this is what his power is
for; the little things, the equalizers. They can afford it. Timmy
cannot. Aside from the slew of Well jokes his name produced, he was a
great kid.
'The bid is thirty-three thousand, two
hundred and fifty.'
Hal looks out over the crowd with some
satisfaction. Not a bad figure for what was only supposed to be an
autograph.
'Going once..'
The Green Lantern holds up a single
white gloved finger.
'Going twice..' He holds up two.
Kilroy raises his hand yet again. The
time has come for the kill. "$60,000." It's not a lot of
money...but much to his horror, he realizes that he normally does
this through proxies. This will likely appear in the media and Kilroy
is a low profile kind of guy. Too late now.
A collective gasp comes and suddenly
every eye is on Kilroy.
"Sold!" Hal calls out
pointing to Kilroy before the Auctioneer can respond, "Let's
give this man a big hand for all his help today!"
The crowd erupts into polite applause
which lasts for several seconds. Right as the sound starts to fade
pale green light falls over the assembly from above. Naturally, they
all look up.
Two 'big hands' shimmer into view and
begin clapping. This spurs the crowd into another round of intense
applause as Hal motions to Kilroy out in the crowd, "Come on
up.." most of that is lost to the noise but he continues to wave
the young man towards the stage.
With a bit of a chargrinned smile,
Kilroy stands. He tries to explain, "It was actually for someone
else but er...thank you." He waves and awkwardly moves up to the
stage. He is not a 'crowds' kind of guy. This is helped by the fact
that most crowds might literally rip him apart if they knew his
abilities. Not out of fear, but greed. He hands the administrator of
the auction a stack of nicely wrapped newly minted berabonds (of the
untraceable variety) amounting to exactly $60,000 and then waves to
Hal as he climbs the final steps up towards the stage.
The giant hands seem only as intense as
the enthusiasm of the crowd for as the applause fades so do they.
An astute observer might note that a
green microphone had materialized in the Green Lantern's hand as
Kilroy made his way up. They might also note that at Kilroy's
humility - and the stack of berabonds that perhaps only Hal and the
administrator can see - the object disappears.
When Kilroy takes the last step he is
greeted by a friendly smile, "Glad you could make it today."
He says only loud enough that Kilroy could clearly hear, "Not
only have you made your friend happy but you've done a lot of good
for a lot of young people.." Hal adds clasping the younger man
warmly on the shoulder and then reaching to bring his cardboard
likeness into their midst, "You're not scared of heights, are
you?"
Granddad said flyings all good for
superman but if you try it you'll splatter on the pavement. Know how
often magic has weird things happen with it? The voice was loud
in his head...ancient alien Oan science was probably more reliable,
"Not afraid of heights at all sir. Pleased to meet you. Kilroy
Conneticut." He extends his hand and smiles.
"Green Lantern." He says
taking the man's hand firmly in his right hand. Most people don't
even note how strong Hal's grip is for most fans are so fixated upon
the Oan ring that the moment he shakes their hand the cool of it is
the only thing they can feel, "Nice to meet you, Kilroy."
Adding, "Good.." the Green
Lantern seems relieved, "I did this one time and had to make
some airsickness bags.." He notes with polite humor and lets go
of your hand, "Hold still.." The hero commands.
Hal pivots back to the crowd and waves,
"I appreciate you all coming out today. Thanks for giving
green!"
A glimmering circle appears around Hal,
Kilroy, and the cardboard cutout. For a moment you feel weightless as
it the construct solidifies beneath your feet lifting you inches off
the ground. Then, around you, a wicker basked appears and casts
emerald ropes into the sky where they catch a balloon that appears
from nowhere.
A moment later they are lifting off and
the crowd is going wild again. Hal grins at the crowd, waving still,
"I guess I should've asked. You didn't drive here, did you?"
He asks as they ascend.
Kilroy smirks at the balloon. Way back,
the family came from Kansas. "No Mr. Lantern, I did not drive.
I'm a firm proponent of the public transportation system. It's one of
the better ideas the city's had and I think we'll need a whole lot
more of it in days to come. Helps folks get around. Not that this is
a bad method of transportation," he smiles and looks down, "no
sir. A man could get used to this...say...Mr. Lantern....do you mind
if I pitch a crazy idea to you? But first...mind setting me down at
5th and Zeister? There is a boy there who'll go bonkers seeing this."
Hal gives a wry smile at the bit about
public transportation idly reaching upward to take hold of a jade
rope, "Yeah? Good. I was trying to figure out how I was going to
get your car out of the garage from up here."
"Fifth and Zeister? You got it."
A soft, refreshing breeze rolls in and even though you are surrounded
by green you can almost swear the air around you is a pale green as
the wind picks up. The ropes creek and as you come to idly touch the
environment you would note that the wicker feels like real wicker.
The ropes like real rope.
"Crazy idea?" He asks then,
"It's not a balloon business is it?" He smirks and then
waves that off, "Just kidding, what's on your mind?"
Kilroy says, "Yes. No, I was just
wondering...I'm an accountant by trade. You can lift, based on videos
I've seen, at least 10,000 pounds..probably more. It costs $1000 per
pound to send something into space. At your speeds, donating only one
trip a week of towing something into orbit for the national space
agency would...help a lot. Just a thought. Thanks for the ride."
He smiles."
'..accountant by trade.'
If Kilroy is good at reading
domino-masked faces he would note that the Lantern seems momentarily
wary -- particularly when he starts quoting mass and money. However,
the end of it seems to catch him off guard because its -- well --
more charity.
"You're right." He agrees
with a tone that is a bit more serious than the idle conversation
from earlier, "As the protector for this sector I think its my
duty to do more than grapple with invaders. Charity, whether its a
balloon ride or rocketing a satellite into space is a big part of why
I do what I do.." Smiling there, "..to tell you the truth I
think I'm a lot like you are.." He says with a vague gesture of
his ring-bearing hand, "..I may make a show of it from to time
but the best charity focuses on the goal and not the players. There's
a lot we do that never hits the papers.." He admits, "..because
sometimes things need to happen for the right reason and not because
I did them..." Pause, "Does that make sense?" He asks.
"Hey, we're here.." He says
and the balloon starts to descend. Undoubtedly to Kilroy's friend. If
the circumstances are right Hal will take them both for a tour over
the neighborhood before dropping them off again.
"Nice to meet you, Kilroy
Connecticut. If I ever need my taxes done I'll look you up. It's good
to know there's at least _one_ honest accountant." He kids, and
then departs.
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