[CLOSED] Masquerade Monday: The 80s in Miami

[Tim Kasto]

You are an average office worker sitting behind a desk in the Empire State Building building. Hundreds of papers are scattered all over the desk spilling onto the floor. The workday just started and you are still cranky because you have not had your coffee. You go to the break room to make yourself a cup of strong coffee to give you the energy to make it through the day. You overhear your co-workers sharing their party stories during their vacation in Miami. You feel a little bummed out because you are up to your neck at work, and it's months until your next vacation. You shuffle back to your office where you slump into the chair ready to call your clients. Suddenly you receive a call on your work phone, and you pick it up it's your boss. Why are they calling are you getting fired, demoted, what could you have done this time? Your boss asks you if you could go down to Miami and meet a potential client who wants to sign a deal. An entire week all expenses paid in Miami but you have to leave now. You accept and leave work to pack your bags. You are now on your flight that is beginning its descent to Miami International Airport. You look out the window and you can't wait to experience Miami.​

Instructions for Masquerade Monday

Please keep the thread 80s Miami-themed! You can make up your own story about what you will do in Miami, collaborate with other people's stories, or post pictures from 80s Miami but please describe them. I strongly recommend changing your profile picture to something from 80s Miami. Similar to Theme Thursday there will be winners and potential prizes are discord role and a badge. Just have fun and let see where this takes us!

 

[Tim Kasto]

Prizes
1st: Custom 80s Miami Themed Banner with your Name + Custom TNP Wallpaper
2nd: Custom 80s Miami Themed Badge + Custom TNP Wallpaper
3rd: Custom TNP Wallpaper
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[Sarah]

"oh dear god I can't wait to get off this plane, all this hair spray is killing me" I think to myself as the plane finally starts to descend. "finally" I breathe a sigh of relief, then instant regret as hairspray chokes me. "why are they so many damn women on this plane" I grumble to myself.

My shoulder pads bump against people as I struggle to get off the plane, I can't wait to finally get out and see the sun! Making my way through the crowds, the baggage claim, everything. So many people. I just want out of here! I hope the car is ready. Finally, finally making it to the pick up. I see my name on a sign and walk towards the driver.

"That's my name on the sign. I'm here". The driver looks annoyed at me and states "I was expecting a male".

"You expected wrong". I was unfortunately used to this kind of behavior. Powerful females weren't that common of a thing. Following the driver, I can't help but smile. Seeing the sun shining as we get close to the doors. I had never been to Miami,and I was excited.

Then I step outside. The humidity hits me like a ton of bricks. We step through a cloud of smokers. I'm coughing and sputtering. My tights already feeling sticky in the heat. My suit jacket with the shoulder pads overheating me quickly. Oh dear god, was this what the whole trip was going to be like? Is it too late to go home?

 

[Tringapore]

Welcome to Miami, where the sun always shines! Enjoy bustling nightlife, accommodation, wonderful food, and people, all at Miami! Capture all the lights and sights while you walk through the streets of Miami! It's one hell of a time, baby!

 

[Tim Kasto]

I finally stand up from my three-hour flight from New York City and get my overhead luggage. I shuffle down the aisle into the sky bridge tugging my suitcase behind. I enter the spacious terminal looking for the baggage claim sign and I head there. I grab my large brown suitcase from the carousel and start heading towards the exit. Finally the doors open and I see Miami, a bunch of skyscrapers I was hoping to see the coast but I don't mind. I stand by the road in front of the airport extending my arm trying to hail a cab. A yellow taxi cab stops in front of me and a man quickly jumps out of the car to help me with the baggage. We both get into the car and he asks where I am headed to. I ask him if he knows the Carlyle Hotel to which he affirmatively nods. I slouch against the window looking at Miami's surroundings seeing the traffic ahead. About ten minutes into our drive we get pulled over by the Miami-Dade Police. Ah man, I am going to be late for my check-in.

 

[St George]

An office in New York
"Georgio Borini? Huh!. I didn't think they'd ever let him off the 4th floor."

"He kept his head down, helps the higher-ups forget."

"They'll remember soon enough when they see him walking in their offices. It'll be bad for us."

"Well, what are we gonna do?"

"We treat him like an old friend and keep him busy out of town, ok? For as long as these merger talks are taking place, we need him out of here. We been talking about expanding down south, right? Miami is twenty-four-carat gold these days. All our rivals are cutting themselves a piece of some nice action."

"But it's all gawdy trinkets there, none of the partners will touch that stuff."

"Times are changing. The partners can't keep their backs turned whilst our rivals reap the rewards. So, we send this guy down there and cut ourselves a nice quiet slice. Ok? Who's our contact down there?"

"Local lawyer, Pete Luxembourg. How's he gonna hold things together?"

"We don't need him to. We just set him loose in Miami, we give him a little cash to get started, give it a few months and then check in post-merger right? See how he's doing."

Kendall-Tamiami Executive Airport

If I had any spit to spare, I'd have spat in disgust as I got off the plane. The office hadn't even booked me to fly into Miami proper, not to Miami International Airport, but someplace called Kendall-Tamiami. The hell is a Kendall-Tamiami? They sprung this trip on me, saying that the office needed me to head down to the dregs of America to close some deal on a new office down here, and it was apparently so urgent they booked me to arrive at this hellhole, in coach.

Miami is hot and I already hate it, and I'm not even in the city yet. Humidity is heavy in the air and I curse at myself for not packing lighter. I was expecting a mild New York summer not a goddamn Floridian oven. My pits are already swimming and I grimace as the smell of body odour, either my own or that of my fellow passengers, hits my nose. I get through the airport as quickly as I can, only to note that stepping outside the building was a mistake as at least the airport had an almost entirely ineffectual air conditioning that was better than this furnace.

At least this Pete Luxembourg's car has air conditioning, even if it has seen better days. We exchange small talk, introducing ourselves, as he takes me to his makeshift office - the spare room of a Cuban restaurant. Wannabe multi-national corporation, using the spare room above a restaurant for their new office. Wonderful. I'd have laughed if I could be bothered in the heat. Still, at least I'm here, and the office had sprung for a nice hote-nope.

The office had gotten me a room at a goddamn motel. A motel!

I hate Miami.

 

[Katuda]

Miami International Airport
The plane shudders as it touches down on the runway and rumbles to a stop. Groaning, I stand up collect my bags and step out of the metal tin that had carried me here from New York. The heat attacks me like a pack of ravenous lions, tearing into me. Sweat breaks out all over my body and I feel faint. This isn't what I signed up for! I climb quickly onto the terminal bus, and begin to dream of the cool rain of Manhattan, the air conditioned office, and my wife. I sigh.

An office building, Manhattan New York
The phone rings, and Robert Jenkins picks it up. "Rossi has landed" a gruff voice says on the other side of the phone. "Good." Jenkins replies, "Watch him carefully." A pause. "Do you think he'll manage it? Rossi?" the gruff voice says tentatively. Another pause. "I'm not sure".......

Miami International Airport
I stroll slowly through the stifling building watching for my driver. Then I see a man holding a sign that says "Rossi". I walk over to him and in a gruff voice he asks me "Are you Luigi Rossi?". "Yes" I reply. I follow him as he leads me to a black Ford Escort and opens the back door. Doubt flies through my mind. Do I really want to do this? The door was beckoning me. There was no going back. I pray for success and get into the car...

 

[Greater Ale Permars]

My plane had landed thirty minutes ago, from the rental car kiosk I received my bright red rented Chevrolet Camaro. The drive to downtown Miami was a thrill, winding through the streets of Miami watching as people lined up to enter clubs, fistfights erupted on the side of the road and bright neon lights emanated from the buildings that lined the street shining down on the dirty and crowded streets below. The atmosphere was vibrant and full of life, and I was excited to partake in the activities.

After a few more minutes of driving, I pulled my car into an alleyway and exited it. Walking out of the alley and onto the sidewalk, I adjusted my suit and began to walk down the street towards my destination. One of the most popular clubs in all of Miami.

The Midnight Palace

 

[MTdemocracy]

I finally am out of the plane, I walk outside and see the trees. I have a great time walking around and went down to a club, it was very crowded. When I went out I felt the humidity again on my face.

 

[Dreadton]

I wiped the dust from around my nose and took a look into the restroom mirror. With a quick rub of my teeth, I straighten my tie and headed back to my cubicle. My IBM 5150 was still powered up to the spreadsheet I was working on. With the blazing fast 64Kb of Ram and 16 Bit Processor, I was turning out reports faster than my mentor could dream of. With the kids constantly spending money at the mall, and my son begging for that Atari, I needed to bust past my coworkers if I ever wanted to get ahead. I spotted my boss coming up and I ducked down quickly to hide my face. Last thing I wanted this super Reganite to guess what I had just been doing. My kids came home spouting that Just Say No nonsense that the schools were filling their heads with, instead of preparing them in case the Russkies came a knocking. The whole generation is getting soft. Although, I would hate if one day they were playing football, then suddenly they look out and there are Russian paratroopers dropping in to take over. What can you do? Run into the woods with your friends? Call yourselves The Wolverines? Put twigs in your hair and beat back the Russkies? Nah, they will do up their hair as big as they can and try to Moonwalk them away.

"Hey, Bill."

I try to hide my sigh.

"Yeah Boss."

"Need you to pack it up and head down to Miami. That last shipment of Invenotech updates was botched and we need you to sort out the paperwork to see what went wrong."

"No Problem, Boss. When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow's TWA Red Eye."

As he walked away, I hid my grin. Valley girls, Midrifts, and Nightclubs. No wife, no kids. Sounds like things are finally breaking my way.

 

[Tim Kasto]

Event is over​