PR Power Play [Sternbild] =OPEN=

[thecurtain]

Attention, Citizens of Sternbild!

There's a carefully shot pan of the temporarily peaceful city.

You've seen them take down the most vile of criminals!

Stock footage of Tiger apprehending someone, with WILD TIGER emblazoned beside his form.

You've watched them protect this city and save countless innocent lives!

More stock footage, this time of Barnaby pulling a girl out of harm's way of falling wreckage, her face too distant to be distinct. BARNABY BROOKS, JR. is stamped beside him.

You've seen their interviews!

Again, stock footage: Barnaby flashes a smile, the camera cuts away before Tiger's grimace can be seen.

NOW! This is your chance to get up close and personal with Sternbild's one and only team of Heroes: Tiger! And! Barnaby!

Following this is a series of shots of the two fighting crime over the past several months.

Enter for your chance to win a one-day-only, all-expenses-paid date with Wild Tiger or Barnaby Brooks, Jr.! Purchase your raffle ticket today at any of these fine locations!

The clips fade out and a list of shops, restaurants, and hotels begin scrolling down the screen.

The drawing will be held in a week, so don't miss your chance! Enter now!

There's a final shot of Barnaby's signature salute, pulled from one of his interviews, and the screen goes black.

Alone in Conference Room B, Agnes releases a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, her plump lips spread into a wide smile. The commercial had just played all over Sternbild. You couldn't miss it if you tried. "It's perfect," she breathes, feeling faint.

[gryfeathr]

On the corner of one of Sternbild's great crosswalks, Kaburagi T. Kotetsu shifts the grocery bag up under his arm and glances up as 'criminals' blasts somewhere above the noise of the walking crowd. He shifts off to the side as he watches himself splash across the screen, his mouth tilted down at one side as he tilts his hat back to see better. Its sort of ridiculous, but its hard not to pay attention to a commercial about yourself. He's about to keep walking when suddenly This is your chance-- blasts across the screen.

His eyes get wider as the commercial continues and wraps up, and by the end he is staring. He dives out of the crowd and ducks into an empty spot in the lee side of one of the building, furiously jabbing at his commuicator around the bag tucked under his arm for Bunny. "Bunny--" he's hissing at it. "Pick up!"

[tyska]

Barnaby was just shutting the door to his fridge, a bottle of sparkling mineral water in hand. His brow lifted slightly in surprise when the sound of his phone drew him back to the living room, snatching the small red device off his tiny table and resuming his habit of pacing in front of the window.

"Kotetsu-san?"

[gryfeathr]

"Bunny-chan!" Kotetsu didn't have much mind to correct himself, peering up at the giant projector over the square furtively. "Did you just see that commercial? About us? Whose idea was that!"

[tyska]

Bunny held the phone away from his ear a moment, stopping his pacing to s The older man had a tendency to be loud when he first answered the phone. "What commercial? You'll need to elaborate. And I told you before, don't use your communicator unless its for work. Call back through your phone." Click.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and twisted the cap off his water while he waited for Kotetsu to call him back properly.

[gryfeathr]

"Wha--a--eh--" Kotetsu turns wordless as the phone hangs up mid-word, and he jerks it away from his ear to puff out one cheek at it. "....smart-ass...," he mutters at the phone. He shifts the bag to his other arm and digs into his back pocket for his cell phone.

Its not there. He frowns, tries the other pocket. Shifts his weight to the other foot and digs around in the bag in his arms, fumbling while people gave him side-long glances and at least one girl with a long scarf turned to her friend to murmur something and laugh together (at him) behind her hand.

He whips out his phone and scrolls down to Bunny's number, and impatiently shifts his weight from one foot to the other while he waits for it to pick up.

[tyska]

His smiles briefly as his phone rings, and answers immediately. "That wasn't so hard, now was it? Now what commercial is this?"

[gryfeathr]

"Bunny!" He does seem to have a bad sense of how loud he needs to be, doubly so when already worked up. "The commercial about some sort of raffle for dates! A raffle for us! That definitely has nothing to do with being a hero!"

[tyska]

"...You mean the double date publicity stunt? You didn't know?" Bunny blinked, "Didn't you read the-" Why was he surprised? Kotetsu never read the emais. He ran his fingers through his bangs and sighed.

"No, of course you didn't. It's no big deal. What's the problem?"

[gryfeathr]

Out on the street Kotetsu gets some odd looks and he ducks closer to the side of the building, craning his neck to cover his mouth while he talks and suddenly lowering his voice. The noise of the street outside becomes a confusing background hum to his hissing.

"I'm--well--I have a ten year old daughter!" He stumbles a little, groping for reasons. There's a deeper reason, of course, but there's no need to get into it. "What if they get someone my daughter's age?! Its fine for someone like you, but its--its not dignified for a hero to be raffled off to just anyone."

He ends with a mutter.

[tyska]

"Its not a real date Kotetsu, calm down. Its going to be filmed, there won't be anything inappropriate. If a ten year old girl wins, you smile and buy her ice cream." That's what he was concerned about? Really?

He was quiet a moment, a curled hand to his lips as he looked away from the phone, repressing a chuckle.

"Just pretend its an interview, where you get to ask some questions back. You'll probably like it anyway, there's supposed to be...Miniature golf? ...Just don't make us look bad," His smile turns to a frown.

[gryfeathr]

Something about Barnaby using his real name settled him down, toning down the angry hiss of his voice into something reasonable. He looked out over the crowd as it passed him by. "Nh, maa. Like the interviews are all that great anyway. Just great, Agnes is going to be all over us."

He still sounded distinctly grumbly over the phone, half-whining, but then instantly brightened. "Ha! I'm awesome at mini golf, that won't be a problem at all! Of course I won't make us look bad, who do you think you are talking to?"

[tyska]

"The Wild Crusher, who else?" Barnaby smirked. Of course Kotetsu had played mini-golf. "I'm more concerned with you messing up the decent social etiquette part."

He wandered over to his chair and flopped down into, glancing aside. "And don't brag so much. Miniature golf can't be that difficult, its a children's game, after all."

[gryfeathr]

A short, muttered protest came over the line to the tune of indignant injury. "I am a perfect gentleman and know how to treat a lady even if I'm not Mr. 'See ya'."

He put on a fair, dismissive imitation of Barnaby's nearly-a-catch phrase, shooting off a salute and nearly dropping his bags in the process. There was a sudden, alarming rustle as he caught them, and then a slight pause. "....Haa, has the great Bunny-chan never played mini golf before?"

[tyska]

"I- what? Don't call me that." Somehow adding 'The Great' to the nickname made it that much worse. "And no, of course not. I don't have time for sports, or...whatever miniature golf counts as. Its for kids, right?"

Frowning, he pins the phone to his ear with his shoulder, typing it into his computer and tabbing through descriptions of the game and various courses. Wait. You could lose the ball for good? "What is this water trap nonsense...?" He murmured aloud but to himself, clicking through more descriptions.

"If you know how to act around women so well, why were you upset in the first place? We're likely just going to have to entertain some high school girls."