Meeting of the Board

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

WHO: Doctor Horrible, Pokey Minch, Doctor Drakken
WHERE: The Lair
WHEN: The night of the 22nd
WARNINGS: None necessary.
SUMMARY: The members of Legi-Tech's board - all three of them - gather to discuss plans and business ideas.
FORMAT: Para



The lair was, finally, fully operational. The henchmen were vetted and hired, the Syntho-Drones had finished installing the heavy equipment. The various under-scientists and sections are running, the first prototypes are ready to go. And, in the rather spacious conference room, Doctor Drakken stands before them.

"Gentlemen...welcome to our new lair. The center of our new and growing enterprises. This is our board, and our entire board at that. Now..."

He sits down, folding his hands in front of him.

"Let's get to business."

Comments

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey wasn't exactly new to business. For a few months in his own world, he'd served as a financial advisor to a tycoon. Which didn't necessarily mean, however, that he was immune to the boredom any child would initially feel at a board meeting. Of course, his interest was peeked a bit by the fact that it had to do with something he was genuinely interested in.

Tapping the end of a mechanical pen, Pokey smirked up and asked, "So, what exactly is it we have on the menu really? I'm kinda new to the whole idea of planning business around science, unfortunately."

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

Drakken chuckles, rubbing his hands together.

"Pokey, this isn't just business. For people like us, this is fun. This is plotting."

He turns to Dr.Horrible, nodding.

"Besides, it was about time we brought our silent partner in from out of the cold."

[badhorsefan.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible adjusted his goggles, smirking at Drakken and Pokey. This was the weirdest business meeting ever, but it still was good.

"We're all men of a certain type. This isn't just business stuff, this is evil. We're like the freaking ELE but with a business."

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey tilted his head slightly in curiosity, finally having stopped clacking his pen.

"The ELE?" The boy asked simply. "What's that?"

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

Drakken's eyebrow raises, looking at Dr.Horrible.

"Yeah, what's the ELE?"

[badhorsefan.livejournal.com]

"The Evil League of Evil! Only the most evil and most ruthless evil organization there is. Well, back home that is. It doesn't exist here."

He smiled, looking really proud.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

"The Evil League of Evil."

The boy said the name once, and again. Rolling the title around in his mouth for a minute. It seemed to leave an oddly bad taste, from the expression he bore.

"Isn't that kinda redundant? Why not, like, the Extraordinary League of Evil or something?"

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

Drakken answers this one.

"In our line of work, it pays to get the point across with a sledgehammer sometimes."

He taps his hands on the table for a moment before continuing.

"But if we might turn to the business at hand..."

He grins at them both in turn.

"We're ready to take Legi-Tech public. I was thinking we ought to hold ourselves a sort of 'coming out' party. A trade-show but with class. Show off our product line with fancy cheese and hors d'ouevres and stuff."

He waves his hand in a circle dismissively.

"Whatever, catering can figure that stuff out. But, I want your opinions, given the partnership we have functioning here. And, naturally, we'll each contribute to the show. Now, should we theme it? Go purely civilian or throw in some military-grade hardware while we're at it?"

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

The boy finally puts the pen down to tap his fingers on the table, looking down for a minute. He had an odd talent for business, so he spoke slowly when he finally spoke up.

"I'm tempted to say to keep it to civilians for now. At least the open show. If we push the military part along with it so soon into the company being established, it'll seem too aggressive."

Smirking a little, he adds, "'Course, we could have an 'open' trade-show available to the general public, and then a much more private and select show to show off the military grade stuff." Turning to Horrible, he asked, "Whatcha' think Doc?"

[badhorsefan.livejournal.com]

Billy frowned, nodding at Pokey. "I like that idea. That way we cater to both markets."

Billy paused for a moment, then looked at the others. "We've got a problem though. I know I haven't been really the best of the best when it comes to keeping my identity secret. Pokey's a kid and Drakken's...blue. And we're all pretty much publicaly evil. We'll need some sort of figure head to look important and help push the product."

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

Drakken frowns for a long moment.

"Nnrgh, you're right, we need a figurehead. I mean, sure, I got a pardon for sav...actions against aliens, but outside of pushing tasty food, I', not sure how useful I'd be."

"Do either of you have anyone in mind?"

[badhorsefan.livejournal.com]

Billy frowned, looking at the table. "I can't think of anyone, really. A lot of my friends fall more towards the morally gray side."

Except Mew-but there was no way in hell he would get Mew to be part of their evil club. She was just too good.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Pokey grimaced a bit, looking at the ground for a moment as he rested his legs on the table. ...He could think of someone to push it, but he couldn't bring himself to suggest Ness. He'd found himself becoming more and more uncomfortable at the thought of using Ness to get his way, and it was an uncomfortable feeling.

Gritting his teeth for a minute, he replied, "I don't know if any of us know someone off the top of our heads who'll fit that. Maybe we should think out what characteristics we think this figure head should have, and then see if we can think of anyone we've seen or known who might fit the description, or start actively looking for someone."

[dctr-drakken.livejournal.com]

"Right. Good idea. Charisma, we want that in gobs. Someone who could sell ice to the Inuit in December."

He raps his fingers on the table, his head resting on the other hand.

"I mean, whatever we do behind the scenes, Legi-tech is going to be a legit company. After that, what we do with our dividends is our own business. So we just need someone to front who isn't us. I mean, sure, I walked off with a pardon thanks to the whole Lowardian invasion of Earth thing - Shego helped - but that doesn't make me into Mr.Clean."

He thinks again for a moment.

"Someone who doesn't ask questions, there's another one."