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[masterofbling]

Who: Richard Baelish & Matthew Brillon
What: Late night chess but not really
Where: Penthouse suite at The Stratus Hotel
When: 10pm, tonight

[Big Dick's playing the long game when it comes to cultivating the right public image. As of now, he's playing the role of a man who couldn't care less about the city and its impending downfall at the hands of an unknown threat. He publicly makes light of it to stress the point, laughing at the ineptitude of those around him. Can't they see that this is not how the game is supposed to be played? You don't dive straight into executing a misguided plan. You might as well execute yourself then. No, you have to think. Gain as much knowledge as you can so you can make a well-informed move. Once Matt gets in, he'll find Dick seated at a table by the window, contemplating the bright city beneath him. It'll be at his feet soon enough. In front of him is a chess board, set up to lack more than a few key pieces.]



[He's playing as black. Never one to make the first move. With such a pronounced handicap, his mobility is still lacking. Perhaps that's why he's called on Matt.

The bishop on the board. A man of influence who doesn't walk the straight and narrow.

If anyone can help him make the other pieces he needs fall into place, it should be good old Matt Brillon. After all, the man's bested him before. He's not going to have such a skilled player acting against him again. No, best to get him playing on Team Baelish before shit hits the fan.]

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[mightymegatron]

[Well, Matt remembers Richard as being a bit odd at times, but he certainly never lacked for taste or for money. So he's not at all surprised when to find him in one of the most expensive luxury suites available. He's left his car with the valet and after a brief chit-chat with the receptionist in the lobby, he comes up on the elevator. It's a beautiful room, of course, and Matt pauses to admire it (and the view), before he settles in across from Richard. He glances down at the board and arches a brow.]

Interesting positioning. Not at all orthodox for the beginning of a game, especially with half the pieces missing.

[He glances up wit a grin.]

How are you, anyway?

[masterofbling]

Wonderful. Neither here nor there.

[Wrapping his hands around the black bishop, he taps it against the board, heaving a little sigh before letting it go.]

Pondering the missing pieces as always. You can never really move forward until everything's in place.

[mightymegatron]

[Matthew shrugs and eases into a chair.]

I find that you can, it just takes much more risk to do so.

[He laughs quietly.]

But why take that sort of risk when you can be patient and line everything up?

[masterofbling]

Exactly. The people with power around here are far too...what's the word I'm looking for? Impulsive?

[mightymegatron]

Impulsive... is a good word. Certainly more polite than "foolhardy".

[He settles back into his seat.]

I take it you're not going to tell me what you're up to, but I'm going to ask anyway.

[masterofbling]

[With the black bishop in hand, he takes it and pushes it toward Matt on the table.]

Ever considered joining the clergy?

[mightymegatron]

[Matthew laughs and replies with a shake of his head.]

I'm afraid not.

[He leans forward conspiratorially.]

Not enough money in it.

[masterofbling]

And here I thought you'd be more concerned about losing your status as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. Ah well, that's not the kind of bishop I'm looking for anyway. I need a man who hasn't been castrated by his faith. Someone who doesn't move on the straight and narrow.

[Taking the bishop back, he returns it to its original position.]

A diagonal man.

[mightymegatron]

Oh, I don't know about that. Being a bachelor has its advantages, after all....

[He watches the movement of the chess piece with detached curiosity, mulling over Richard's words. Interesting. So, this really was more of a business meeting.]

I might be able to help you with that. What do you need from him?

[masterofbling]

Money, of course. No one better than a man of the cloth to compel cash out of deep pockets. Or shall I say...a man cut from the right kind of cloth?

[mightymegatron]

Well, money certainly isn't much of an object, but quite a lot of people want an investment.

[masterofbling]

Sweetheart, a lot of people aren't me.

[mightymegatron]

Well, let's stop dancing around the matter then, shall we?

[His smile is still there, but his eyes look a bit more calculating then they were a second ago.]

What is it you're trying to do?

[masterofbling]

You met my bombshell, right? You tell me.

[mightymegatron]

Annabel Lee? One of yours?

[My, how curious.]

[masterofbling]

Last I checked, she was going by Jasmine. Or was it Roxie? Aspiring actress from LA. Dumb as a bag of rocks. But she did her job.

[You know Dick. You can figure this out.]

[mightymegatron]

[Well, he figured.]

So you want to invest in drones? I didn't think that was your style.

[masterofbling]

Is that what she told you? Understated but it'll do. I wanted something with a bit more bang for my buck but I guess it pays to be sneaky when you're playing the long game.