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[profiteers]

[This is entirely Zhu Li's fault.

For being missing, obviously.

If she weren't missing he'd be able to find anything. Because just at the moment he can't.

Everything is just dark and disorganized and he has no idea what to do on his own and this calls for a brainstorming session pronto.

But then of course his pole is missing.

It is those reasons and no other which has now resulted in Varrick hanging upside down off a telephone pole in Avatar Korra park.

Yep, just that.

No he's not crazy.]

[redcladidealist]

[For not being crazy, he's sure giving a good impression that he is! Sorry, Varrick, but people are going to stare at a guy hanging from a telephone pole by his knees. That's including a young man in red - though at least, Lloyd's willing to approach.]

Uh... What are you doing?

[profiteers]

[Varrick cracks open one eye, and gives the young man in question as vicious a glare as he can manage through only one eye while also hanging upside down.]

Trying to concentrate, obviously.

[redcladidealist]

[Varrick, you're too high up. Trying to make a point like that is clearly only going to go over Lloyd's head.]

Concentrate on what? Are you worried you're going to fall?

[profiteers]

If I was worried about falling, it would have been stupid to get up here in the first place.

[Like wow, obviously. And sighing dramatically cause he's not going to get anything done at this rate.]

[redcladidealist]

[Lloyd's brow furrows, and he's back to being utterly baffled by the man.]

Then what are you trying to concentrate on?

[georgeous]

[ Here's an employee of yours who is totally not going to the park to see the turtleducks, which are clearly alien mutants inferior to normal ducks.

Except he doesn't get as far as that because there he is, his boss, upside down.

When he was the leader of an own organization in his world, George had been seen in quite a few strange poses, but this takes the cake with ease. ]

Sir. Are you alright?

[ Might be grinning in amusement here. ]

[profiteers]

[Oh hey, it's that guy Varrick employed because he's interesting to have around. Sup, bro.]

Of course! Why wouldn't I be alright?

[georgeous]

No particular reason.

[ Still smirking here. ]

Nothing more than a question out of courtesy really. There shouldn't be anything wrong with that.

[profiteers]

there shouldn't and yet the look in your face suggests otherwise.

[He can still cross his arms indignantly over his chest while upside down who says he can't.]

[georgeous]

[ George laughs a little. ]

I wonder what city officials would say about this use of a phone pole, at the very least.

[refinery]

...Sir? Boss Man Varrick, is that you?

[ Staring... up at him. ]

[profiteers]

[Who knew he would be interrupted so often in this location? He was behind a tree and everything. Oh well, at least it's that nice new kid in engineering you likes sucking up. Could be worse.]

Hey, kid, good to see ya round. How are you doing?

[refinery]

I'm all right, sir.

[ He tilts his head a bit to get a better view of his boss. No, seriously. Is his boss okay? ]

Do you... need anything? Coffee or tea, something like that?

[profiteers]

It would pretty hard to drink tea upside down.

[Like come on, Satoru, that's just obvious.]

[wolfstrike]

[This is supposed to be his day off. But Yuri can't help but stop at a distance and stare up at his boss who is hanging from a telephone pole.

After a moment he lets out a dramatic side and approaches with Repede, looking up at the poor man.]

Hey Rick, comfy up there?

[profiteers]

Varrick.

[Why hasn't he fired you yet, jeez.]

And yeah, I happen to be very comfy.

[wolfstrike]

[Because he's good at guarding your boat. That's why.]

Yeah? Your face is looking a little red, there.

[profiteers]

That's the point. I'm increasing bloodflow.

[bookbends]

Do you... need help?

[ A confused voice calls down from below as Jinora looks up at the man. Sure, one would think that hanging off of a telephone pole was not where one would want to be, but maybe it was some kind of performance art or something; he didn't seem to be upset about the situation. ]

[profiteers]

I'm alright, thanks kid. Couldn't be comfier.

[He... looks it.]

[bookbends]

Okay. Just checking.

[ And maybe she should have just accepted that, but it's hard to resist continuing. ]

But if you're trying to work out or something, I think there's a gym not too far from here.

[paybent]

[This scruffy detective frowns at the Water Tribe man when he finds him dangling upside down.]

Hey... pal. ...Need a hand?

[profiteers]

Why do people keep asking that?

[Varrick crosses his arms huffily over his chest. Seriously, a guy can't hang upside down in public anymore without drawing a crowd.]

[paybent]

[He shifts his glance from side to side, as if wondering if he's missing something about this.]

If you had to ask for my professional opinion, sir, you seem to be... uh... suspended from a telephone pole.

I was taught to believe that kind of thing's a number one scene that someone's been assaulted and robbed! Right?