Pappa Nick P.: Plays the Crabulonex and Hangs in the Grotto

[Grittonia]

OOC: I have no Idea where to put it, so I have placed it here.
IC:

Crabulonex Backstage, Pappa Nick P. Dressing Room
''Good show girls, now go and change.''
''Ok Pappa. Shall we go for a drink after changing?''
''Ehm... I don't know, as far as I know, a guy is coming.''
''For...''
''A documentary.''
''Ok. See you back in Grittonia!''
''Bye Girls!''

[Crabulonia]

A man walks in, slick suit, short hair stuck up on top. With him is a nervous looking man, constantly tapping into a mobile communication unit.

'I'm not sure about the figures,' asked the nervous man, 'How can we afford to hire the biggest star ever AND interview him, give him his cut, take a fair cut for ourselves and make a decent profit for the new station.'
'Figures are for the marketters to worry about, I'm an interviewer.' said the slick man.
'Yes, but what about your pay check?' asked the nervous man, now revealing a crippling curiosity as well as a damaging nervousness, 'How can we afford to keep you in suits if we don't get a fair share?'
'Relax guy,' said the slick man, 'Here he is... PAPPA NICK!See you tomorrow Carlos How are you?'

Instantly jovial despite the previous tension Carlos tried to impress upon him.

[Grittonia]

''I'm fine, sit down. Want something to drink?''
Pappa Nick P. walked towards the Minibar.
''I have most alcoholic drinks... some stuff with labels I can't read, and orange juice.''
Dressed in just a boxershort, Pappa bended over to get a small bottle of whiskey.
''Maybe a little drop of whiskey?''

[Crabulonia]

'Yeah why not have one for the road? But remember that we're going top the Grotto after, don't want to get too drunk.'
Alejandro Del Programa reshuffled his trousers, nervous at the site of Pappa Nick bending.
'You not a bit underdressed for going to the grotto?'

[Grittonia]

''Hmm? Oh. Yeah, ehmmm... There they are!''
Pappa Nick P. walked towards his trousers, made of blue satin.
''Gimme a minute.''

One minute later

''Done. Do you want to ask me questions now or later at the Grotto?''

[Crabulonia]

'Well let's just get walking down to the taxi ranks then I can ask one.'
Alejandro said, while walking up to the double doors from the dressing room into the corridor.
'Actually I have one question so far, how was the gig?'

[Grittonia]

''Great. Many happy people cheering. Very nice, songs went well. A good night over all.''
Pappa Nick P. shoved a ring around his finger, solid gold and a big diamond, it was a big shiny one.

[Crabulonia]

'Hell of a ring you got there, do all multi-billion selling artists have them?'
Alejandro Del Programa opened the back door onto the car park of the Crabulonex. Outside was a swarm of fans, there must have been a few hundred of them.
'Oh bollocks.'

[Grittonia]

''Ehmmm... Let's go this way.''
Pappa Nick P. , trying to leave unnoticed takes his phone.
''Charlie! Start operation Flyer!''

[Crabulonia]

The screaming of the fans was subdued for a second, like they were holding it back before they saw the man himself. The saw a stylishly dressed man trying to look inconspicuous and somebody figured it out.
'OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT'S PAPPA NICK P.!'
With that the floodgate was opened and suddenly the crowd was an uproar. The erected barriers to prevent fans from breaking in to the back door.
'PAPPA NICK, PAPPA NICK. WE LOVE YOU!'
The fans grabbed at Pappa Nick P., narrowly missing his top as he danced out of the way in a rush. The crowd was unstoppable, but just then...

[Grittonia]

''Charlie, I need Operation Flyer right now!''
''It's coming, 5 seconds.''
''Fans! Look there!''
Pappa Nick P. pointed to the sky, a giant zeppelin coming towards them.
''There will be a suprise.''
The zeppelin began dropping photographs with Pappa Nick's signature.
''We can go now.''

[Crabulonia]

Alejandro looked down on the rabid fans as they fought over the signed photographs. He accepted a glass of red wine from a crew member of Pappa Nick's zepplin. He could easily have a drink at this point. CTV prided honesty and it was a well known fact in Crabulonian that drink breeds honesty. He would get mildly tipsy now and get slashed later while the cameras were on.
'That was a good plan. So anyway this an everday occurence for you at a gig? Seemed very well prepared for it.'

[Grittonia]

''Well, to be honest, I have a large filecabinet full of 'operations'. Each gig I choose one in case the fans get wild.''

[Crabulonia]

'Good safety procedure to keep I suppose,' Alejandro said as he gulped some of his wine, 'So anyway you been to Crabulonia before?'

[Grittonia]

''As far as I know, I've only come to Crabulonia twice. This time and once to have a small holiday. Three days, it was.''
Pappa Nick P. took a sip of his whiskey.
''You know, my limosine is nearby so if you like we could go with my limo.''

[Crabulonia]

Alejandro Del Programa nodded as he felt the zepplin begin to descend. Would the driver of the limo know where the Grotto was? Of course he would, it was only the biggest gentleman's club this side of the Crabulonex. Noticing that they were nearing street level he down his win before turning to Pappa Nick. 'So when you say that you've only been two times that you've known, what do you mean by that?'

[Grittonia]

''Haha! Well, I travel alot and in those travels many things happen. So, it might have been three or maybe four times but I only remember two times. I guess you can figure out why I remember two times. Wink wink.''

[Crabulonia]

'Oh ha ha ha,' Alejandro laughed, 'Rohypnol is a wonderful drug ain't it?'

[Grittonia]

''Well, I prefer old school Cocaïne if I use any drugs. When it goes without drugs, it's the nicest. Trust me. Shall we go in the Limo?''

[Crabulonia]

Alejandro climbed into the limo with the flamboyant star. The driver instantly made off in the direction of the Grotto. Another drink found itself in the hands of Alejandro.
'Wow this stuffs great, your country produce it? If so I think I might have to go there more often.'

[Grittonia]

''We produce it yeah. Well, we produce many drinks. Still, I find the Grittonian Ale to be the best. Driver, how long?''
''Legal?''
''Yeah.''
''20 minutes.''
''Ok. So, what will we do in the meantime?''

[Old Tyrannia]

OOC: I'm not sure whether this is open or not, so I posted anyway.
IC:
"Hey, Nick, you ready?"
"Sure am, Bill, sure am."
"We're gonna shoot this guy dead, ain't we, Nick?"
"Sure, Bill. Just like the boss told us. We'll 'it 'im 'ard, we wil."
"Yeah. Let's go!"
"Nicholas! William!", someone screamed.
"Oh, heck, Mom, do you 'ave to do that?" asked Nick.
"We're workin'!"
"I 'erd you were goin' after that Grit scumbag, I cam t' watch. I can't abide 'im, wot with his idiot accent."
"OK, Mom, you can stay 'un watch us."
"Good. Go get 'im, boys!"

[Grittonia]

OOC: I'm not sure whether this is open or not, so I posted anyway.
IC:
"Hey, Nick, you ready?"
"Sure am, Bill, sure am."
"We're gonna shoot this guy dead, ain't we, Nick?"
"Sure, Bill. Just like the boss told us. We'll 'it 'im 'ard, we wil."
"Yeah. Let's go!"
"Nicholas! William!", someone screamed.
"Oh, heck, Mom, do you 'ave to do that?" asked Nick.
"We're workin'!"
"I 'erd you were goin' after that Grit scumbag, I cam t' watch. I can't abide 'im, wot with his idiot accent."
"OK, Mom, you can stay 'un watch us."
"Good. Go get 'im, boys!"

OOC: Well, it's for a Documentary on Crabulonia's TV station...

[Crabulonia]

'I have a few more questions for you Mr. Nick,' slurred Alejandro, the drink beginning to take effect, 'How would you respond to the rumours that some Fascist Meritocracy is plotting against you and that you should watch out for assassins at all time, let's just say for example, do you wear several bulletproof vests or does that ruin the outfit?'

[Grittonia]

''Nah. Don't need bulletproof vests! I always carry a Ares FMG with me, I have the black belt in Judo and my guards are always on the lookout. For example, the driver? 20 years experiance in the Army, there is a shotgun behind his seat. And see the car behind us? Full of my guards.''