Thread: Intercorps (Hedonist Monk and Lady Higashi)

...As you can see, our new interport transmatter system will allow you to make trips between planets in mere seconds, and between stars in minutes, as opposed to hours and days. Here at Evercore Technologies, we ARE tomorrow. The hologram slideshow ended in perfect synchronization with Evander's speech. The lights in the room returned to regular brightness, and the chairs around the table swiveled from the holoprojector to bring Evander face-to-face with a board of executives, directors, and researchers. Running with PR his whole life, it was very easy for him to give and field presesentations, but when they were over, he always found himself at a loss for something useful to say. Fortunately, he'd had enough experience to muddle his way through it. Once he was sure he had all the eyes in the room on him again, including the ones looking from a screen on the wall, he smiled and spoke again, an easy voice that had been developed from years of presentations and customer service, the kind of voice that said 'everything's alright' and 'I have the situation under control', Well, He smiled with each word, Do we have any questions? After fielding a few questions about the intricacies and cost efficiency of the device, as well as the idea of modifying it for instantaneous, small-object, interplanet transport, the meeting shifted to a close. A grey-haired man who Evander knew for a fact to have at least two artificial limbs stood up and made a motion to the rest of the staff members, indicating he would speak for all of them.Mr. Wallsmith, He began, his booming voice echoing within the small room, We will definitely be backing this motion wholeheartedly. It should be remembered, though, that we aren't the only ones working on this technology. Evander nodded. He knew all of that beforehand, Interport Transmatter Technology IPTM Tech, for short had been a goal of several corporations for a while. Sir, despite the research I know other company's are putting into there own versions of our device, I calculate that our resources, brilliant R D department, and public face should be sufficient to give us the lead we need to close the deal on Interplanet Transmatter Tehcnology. It wasn't actually much of a stretch. There was only one other company with the resources and finances to match Evercore, and he had no reason to believe they'd be on the same project. His answer seemed to placate the director, anyway, he smiled, and returned to his seat. After a secretary made notes of time, the meeting ended, and it's members slowly dispersed, until only Evander remained in the conference room, packing up his presentation projector. When he turned back around, his old buddy, Jack Fitzgerald, was there, loudly clapping him on the back. Good on ya, 'Vander, Jack was smiling stupidly, and handed Evander a folder containing his copy of the meeting notes. Gettin' old man Brass to back you on the project is a big deal. I don't know about you, but after months of busting my ass on this project, I'm getting drunk tonight. Evander chuckled and shook his head. Elegant, Jack... though not a bad idea. I'll probably be hitting a club myself. Though I'd prefer to remain mostly conscious. Evander slowly went over the options in his head. The Worm's Hole is probably where Jack would be, getting drunk out of his mind. Spectrum Night Club would be a good choice, but it was a bit louder and flashier than he wanted tonight. Worse, most of his fellow employees are known to go there, and he'd prefer to leave the office at the office, tonight. He could go to Black Silk, though. He'd never run into anyone from work there, and the retro feel of the place was very comforting to him. It was loud but not noisy, and small but not tiny. And the people there were generally intelligent and good looking. Yes, he'd definitely be stopping in at Black Silk, and he'd enjoy it. The last few hours of the work day evaporated by quickly. He spent time organizing task groups and distributing schedules. When the clock hit 400, he excused himself, and drove home, fourteen blocks away and two levels up. Shedding the stuffy business suit, he dressed in something more casual, brown jacket over a silver-trimmed button-up, wearing a split tie loose around his neck. Black Silk was a neo-retro scene, and Wallsmith knew how to look good, his days from the Public Relations department and his experience giving presenations had taught him that, if nothing else. By 5 o'clock, he was back in the car, heading to the club. The lights in the sky were slowly being replaced by lights from signs and hovering lamp posts, really just hovering lanterns dotting the many sidewalks and roadways that spidered through the city. Black Silk was on the far end of town, so he had plenty of time to take in his surroundings, and to consider just how drunk he would allow himself to get that night.