JamesKnowles sat at the rickety wooden desk and leaned back in his battered leather chair. He had found the desk tossed out on the sidewalk in front of an orphanage and anything that wasn't good enough for those poor bastards was definitely good enough for James. After some tender loving care, he had restored it to the equivalent of a polished turd; it was covered in scratches, held together with gum and "Wazzo" had apparently failed his English test at it. James was proud of the desk and he knew his mentor would see himself in those battered, warped planks.

"This is perfect" James announced, a smile breaking its way onto his face. He took in the pendant light, which swayed from side to side with the draft from beneath the ill-fitting wooden door, letting the room intermittently bask in complete darkness and a warm orange glow. He heard the soothing plonk of the drip from the leaky faucet repeatedly hitting the unfurnished concrete floor. "Perfect." He said to himself again.

There was a gentle knock at the door and it nearly fell off its hinges from the impact. Luckily it held and James quickly smoothed down his hair and straightened his tie, hoping it was his mentor Roberto_Carlos. He took the 2 strides across the tiny room and opened the door.

"HELLO BOSS, WELC-" James abruptly stopped his tremendous greeting when he realised it wasn't the delightful features of his beloved mentor standing in the doorway, but the helmet encased head of Epsilon. "What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I am here to join!" Epsilon answered and she took out a heavy envelope and put it in James's shorts pocket.

James looked at her and fished his hand into his shorts. He pulled out the envelope and quickly flipped through the notes inside. "Perfect! You're in!" He said with a grin.

"Naturally" Epsilon said as she pulled over a white, plastic lawn chair and dropped into it with a twirl of her skirts.

"So" James said, as he shut the door and returned to his chair and his desk "as the newest member of the Roberto_Carlos Appreciation Society, what would you like to do now?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'd just love to hear some stories about the great man" Epsilon said, pulling a nail file from one of her skirt pockets, "Perhaps you could tell me some?"

James split a grin. If there was one thing he liked doing, it was talking about his idol, his mentor, his sponsor; Roberto_Carlos. He felt a warm buzz in his stomach and he knew the R_CAS, Detroit branch, would be great.

*this young lady is clearly impressed by James_Knowles associate to the gods, taking out a packet of smokes from her purse she leans back heavily on the flimsy plastic lawn chair looking James_Knowles in the eye. Before she is able to light the smoke James_Knowles looks at her with a sparkle in his eye and says*

Sorry but there is no smoking in the building...

*she winks back to him, slowly raising the lighter to her soft wet lips and igniting a spark. Taking a deep, long, hard pull on the cigarette she slowly sneaks one knee apart from the other, just enough space to make the man curious. She allows her tongue to slowly sneak across her lips as her knees continue to drift, as if James_Knowles was Moses and her knees were the Red Sea. Enough space had drifted now that the frills from her skirt were pulling straight and the young man James_Knowles, associate extraordinaire could just start the make something out in this heavenly divide. James_Knowles was in a mesemerized trance unable to take his eyes off the young lady, just when he thought he could take no more, a single testicle dropped from the divide, the hairs on which pierced into the air around them air, like arrows of shame through the young associates heart*

*she stopped for a moment looking up once more and asking the young man*

Do you like surprises?

"There are so many great Roberto_Carlos stories, it is difficult to know where to begin" James said with a far away look in his eye. "I think my favourite would have to be the time he made his name on the streets of Detroit"

"Ooooo" Cooed Epsilon "I love this one"

"Understandably" nodded James "Roberto was just a promising Wise Guy on his way up. He was doing the usual stuff that everyone else was doing before he hatched a great little scam. He decided that there was mileage in -"

James looked up as Epsilon took a packet of smokes out of her purse. She leaned back in the lawn chair and looked him in the eye. She was hungry for a piece, James could tell, but he wouldn't fall into the trap. He had honed his skills of deduction under the expert tutelage of Roberto_Carlos, Consigliere, and he could easily determine the difference between lust and transsexual from 1000 yards. Epsilon was clearly the latter.

"Sorry, but there is no smoking in the building" James said politely, knowing that the sanctity of the R_CAS Detroit branch needed to be protected. Epsilon flashed him a wink before raising the lighter to her lips and igniting the cigarette. She started to move her knees apart, but James had learned the seduction techniques of a ladyboy from Roberto_Carlos, Consigliere and without waiting for her to progress any further, James landed a solid punch square on Epsilon's jaw. She fell to the floor, sending the lawn chair skittering across the concrete. One of her hairy bollocks had fallen out of place and was dangling between her thighs, jumping with each ragged breath she drew.

"Do you like surprises?" James asked Epsilon as she groaned and slowly shook her head "I didn't think so. Now, Roberto_Carlos, Consigliere, thought there was some mileage..."

10 days had passed since JamesKnowles and Epsilon had chewed the fat over how great Roberto_Carlos Consigliere was and many others had likely shared similar sentiments in their own hearts, in their own homes, James was sure. Since that time though, Roberto_Carlos hadn't been kind to James. He hadn't given him any sweets when they went on the annual NORCo trip to the zoo and that meant that he had been sulking when they visited the elephants. James had always loved the elephants but he couldn't enjoy their majesty in quite the same way without stuffing some chocolate in his mouth.

James sighed as he looked around the room. Things had gotten worse from there. James had hand crafted Roberto a suit from the finest Egyptian cotton, which he had sourced himself on his visit to Egypt in the summer of '17. It was a beautiful piece, arguably his finest work and he had even topped it off with the gift of a stunning new fedora. The look of delight on Roberto_Carlos Consigliere's face when he had adorned it had pleased James to his core.

James sighed again, louder this time. It has since gone sour. Roberto had cast aside his fedora and instead he toked on a fat cigar, likely given to him by that smooth talking bastard, MichaelLaMotta. Or maybe Zordon. Fucking Zordon was always trying to edge his way in on James' relationship with Roberto_Carlos Consigliere, engaging him about "Red Dwarf" and other things that James was much too cool for.

"I see you Zordon." James mused to himself. "I see you for what you are."

Roberto_Carlos walks into the office. The distinct smell of urine and pot noodles tainted the damp area. He looked around at the room wondering where JamesKnowles was. He knew things between them hadn't been rosey lately. He knew, and was concerned. Seeing James at the zoo that day made him think to when they first met. His sad, lost face glistening in the warm sun without sweets. 

Roberto laid a box of Black Magic chocolates on the desk with a note "JamesKnowles - Associate 100%" on top...

Hope to see you soon James

Vegeta entered the R_CAS with haste, on a mission to give JamesKnowles a good spanking for his over appreciation of the wrong person. Vegeta was very angry that none of his associates were quite the ass kisser that James was. This fact ate at Vegeta when he lie in bed at night, and was always in the back of his head when he was banging hookers.

He found the place to be completely devoid of life, there was only a box of chocolates with James' name on it sitting on a desk. Vegeta laughed evilly, then ate the entire box. "That'll show that turdburglar." he thought to himself.

Vegeta promptly left the R_CAS, as he had a sudden urge to make love to Roberto_Carlos, Consigliere, as soon as possible.

JamesKnowles was in pain. He had been partying late into the night to celebrate Roberto_Carlos (Consigliere) turning 53 and he had consumed so many Bacardi Breezers that his insides felt like mush. His head was cloudy and his piss burned like his sponsor's bald pate when he wasn't wearing his fedora.

Being a true professional, James shrugged off his potentially mortal wounds and found a box of Black Magic chocolates on the desk. There was a note, and in the exquisite penmanship of Roberto_Carlos, Consigliere, was written "JamesKnowles - Associate 100%". James felt a smile break out across his face and despite his injuries, it wasn't long before he was splitting his customary bucktoothed grin.

"Aw, THANKS BOSS YOU ARE AMAZING" shouted James. He liked to think Roberto_Carlos - Consigliere, would be able to hear him wherever he was. They had a connection that was as indubitably amazing as it was apparent. The world laughed with them, just as it mocked Epsilon. They shared everything. They were a team.

There was a shuffle of feet outside and, not wanting to seem less than his professional best James quickly polished off the chocolates. Unfortunately, his insides squirmed and he knew right them that something was going to be leaving his body immediately.

"OH GOD" James wailed, snatching the box and dropping his pants. He proceeded to push numerous balls of shit out of his arse and they splattered in the box. As suddenly as it began, it was over and thankfully nobody had seen his shame. He put the box back on the table and waddled over to his leather chair and hid behind it, just in time.

Vegeta entered the R_CAS in haste, it seemed like he was on a mission, probably to try and kiss James like usual. He didn't seem to notice James, but he pounced on what he thought was a box of chocolates still with James' name on it sitting on a desk. Vegeta laughed like a small girl and started stuffing his face with James' shit balls. He had a smug look on his podgy face as he tucked his shit covered hands into his pockets before promptly leaving. James thought he noticed a small tent in Vegeta's shorts and assumed it was from thinking about Roberto. It happened to James frequently.

Robert walked into the dark, dingy office that seemed to have gained an odour not too different to burning hair. After his father had passed away some months ago and left him the keys to the office, he decided to pay a visit.

A poster on the wall, held up for a solitary drawing pin, covered in what looked like Black Magic chocolates, showed a picture of his father with his great friend, JamesKnowles. He raised a smile at the thought of their relationship and what James had done for the family. He was always there for them, running errands, helping out around the house; come to think of it he was around the house alot. Alot of the time when his mother wasn't there and always behind a locked door where James and his father spent hours at a time. Robert knew this would be the tennis lesson preparations, otherwise why would they be so sweaty?

Robert lifted up the desk and chair and rested his worn feet on the dust-caked chair. He lit a cigar and took a few tugs. Robert noticed a book on the side, the edges were burnt, and he couldn't make out the writing so blew away the dust. "R_CAS Member Contact Information" 

After spending what seemed like hours reading through the book of the details and what notes had been left, he thought it would be a good idea to contact some of these names, or indeed their next of kins. Robert wanted to make something of his life. Robert wanted the R_CAS to be brought back from the dregs of dust, and now unfortunately after noticing, piles of excrement. 

Robert left the office swiftly in search of anyone within the book who may have some information. Robert was going to keep the R_CAS spirit alive... 

Robert walked into the dark, dingy office that seemed to have gained an odour not too different to burning hair. After his father had passed away some months ago and left him the keys to the office, he decided to pay a visit.

A poster on the wall, held up for a solitary drawing pin, covered in what looked like Black Magic chocolates, showed a picture of his father with his great friend, JamesKnowles. He raised a smile at the thought of their relationship and what James had done for the family. He was always there for them, running errands, helping out around the house; come to think of it he was around the house alot. Alot of the time when his mother wasn't there and always behind a locked door where James and his father spent hours at a time. Robert knew this would be the tennis lesson preparations, otherwise why would they be so sweaty?

Robert lifted up the desk and chair and rested his worn feet on the dust-caked chair. He lit a cigar and took a few tugs. Robert noticed a book on the side, the edges were burnt, and he couldn't make out the writing so blew away the dust. "R_CAS Member Contact Information" 

After spending what seemed like hours reading through the book of the details and what notes had been left, he thought it would be a good idea to contact some of these names, or indeed their next of kins. Robert wanted to make something of his life. Robert wanted the R_CAS to be brought back from the dregs of dust, and now unfortunately after noticing, piles of excrement. 

Robert left the office swiftly in search of anyone within the book who may have some information. Robert was going to keep the R_CAS spirit alive... 

Governor had just gotten off the American Airlines plane from Philadelphia, and went on his evening nostalgia stroll. While walking down one of the many roads, he saw a building that had long since been abandoned, he remembered the previous purpose of this building clearly. 

The Roberto Carlos Appreciation Society

Though Governor had never fully participated in the Society's events due to the city it was established in was an eight hour drive away, he believed himself to be a member by spirit. He had always tributed up stolen money to Roberto Carlos (consigliere), and ensured not one dollar had gone to waste.

Governor walked into the dark, dingy office that seemed to have gained an odour not too different to burning hair. "Anyone here?" Governor yelled. The inquiry was met with stone cold silence. He heard rumors that Roberto_Carlos's son had arrived in America, perhaps he had not arrived here, or Governor had missed his arrival.

Governor saw a poster on the wall, held up by a solitary drawing pin, covered in what looked like Black Magic chocolates, showed a picture of Mr. Carlos and his great friend, JamesKnowles. Governor admired their relationship, they had worked together, lived together, profited together, and had died together.

Governor started sifting through the files on the desk, he became suspicious when he noticed that the dust on some of the papers had been disturbed, it was no longer an even coating of dust as had been some of the other articles in the room, there were some papers sifted about with hand prints on them. He realized that there may be someone else who had arrived before him. It did not seem that any valuables were taken, so he had ruled out the possibility of thieves and scavengers. It was then that Governor thought who it could have been.

"Roberto Carlos's son has returned..." Governor whispered aloud. He saw that a book was lying on the desk, dust already blown away he saw the title "R_CAS Member Contact Information". Governor flipped through the pages, and had not seen his name, it was mostly because he had never attended any of the meetings. He had intended to change that, starting today. Immediately he grabbed a pen from the desk, and a discarded blank envelope in the drawer. After writing "Governor" on the next blank page of the roster, he pulled a large lump of money from his front jacket pocket, inserted the cash into the envelope, and the envelope into the book.

Governor left the building afterwards, thinking upon the events being set in motion.

Robert walked into the office after a rigorous tennis session with the local homeless at the R_C(C) Tennis Academy (Co-founded with JamesKnowles)

He opened the creaking door and entered the once memorable place of business. He remembered how much he enjoyed visiting the office with his father and "Uncy" James.

He took some weight of his feet and sat on the sticky old leather chair. He noticed the R_CAS member book had been moved with a brown envelope inserted inside like a book mark. The envelope contained money. Robert inserted the money into the hidden safe and thought "How fucking wonderful" The money within the safe would be used for restoration of the office. Donations so far had been pretty dismal. The outside world did not seem to appreciate what his father had done for them on so many levels. His father's friends, all of which died in the controversial NY Slaughter, now had next of kins who he would now concentrating on contacting to assist Robert in the restoration project. He knew they would love to help. He knew.

By this point it had been 45mins where Robert was thinking to himself about the past, where he had another flick through the member book. There was a new name! Governor.

Robert beamed. This must have been the man who donated the cash. Robert now had one goal, to find Governor and discuss future plans with him and/or go for some chicken.

Robert left the office in a rush, he was now on a mission. The R_CAS Restoration Project (or R_CAS RP) had now begun...

Mudkip had remembered long ago of a legendary man from New Orleans and later New York that had rocked our nation in how great he was at everything he did, Roberto Carlos (Consigliere) was a house hold name in America and he had remembered how much this young boy named James had appreciated him so much that it struck a nerve in Mudkip's heart.

Mudkip knew of the old R_CAS building down the road from his gym but he knew it hadn't been used in some time and never had a reason to go in there until now, the son of Roberto Carlos (Consigliere) was up keeping his fathers establishments and Mudkip KNEW he had to get in on the craze that is R_CAS before everyone is doing it.

I had wandered into the old building to find his friend Governor talking to a young Robert Cralso, the son of Roberto Carlos (Consigliere) and Mudkip had seen him trying to restoring the place to the former glory that was R_CAS

'Robert, I envied your father for much time young man, his reputation was the best in this world of ours and I'd love to see you, Robert Carlso, bring this place alive once more.'

Mudkip didn't have a lot to offer but money and some hired hands to help the man restore his families legacy

'Could I offer you some help and money to help you out? In return all I ask is... Can I have a R_CAS RP ribbon?'

Umbreon sneaks in through a window. She slinks around to the side of the desk, then stands up on her hind legs leaning one of her front paws against the side of the desk and reaching the other up to dip in some ink. She makes a paw print in the ledger and then darts out leaving paw tracks as she goes.

Making his way through Detroit, Rothschild intended to honor arrangements that were made with the Roberto_Carlos Appreciation Society in times past.

Following the maps given, Rothschild arrives at his destination:

The Roberto Carlos Appreciation Society

Entering the building, he finds it empty. Rothschild is not surprised, as there were still reports of intense combat being conducted through the streets of all the cities. Nevertheless, he approached the desk and signed his name under the late Umbreon,

Rothschild

Rothschild then leaves the building, continuing his journey to reconnect with lost contacts.

Arya finally stumbles across her destination after wandering the streets of Detroit for hours. She was quite familiar with the legacy of the great Roberto_Carlos (Consigliere) and his very special associate JamesKnowles and wished to visit one of the world's special testaments to their great friendship.

She approached the door and found she had to kick it to get it to open, clearly it had not seen enough use as of late, and then walked in and sat behind the desk. Letting her hands wander across the edges of the ledger for a moment she sat gazing at the poster on the wall of the great men.

She opened the ledger and traced the outline of a paw print within with her finger. It seemed to belong to a wolf-like creature, and she definitely had some of that blood in her. She felt a need to connect to this place, but her searching of the small office for a pen proved fruitless. She figured that Rothschild character must have run off with the last remaining pen.

Arya sighed and undeterred pulled her Needle out of her pocket. She pricked her finger and then pulled the ledger close to her, signing-

Arya

She looked at here signature, pleased with the quality of the lettering given such an inadequate instrument with which to write, then got up, took a last look around, and walked out.

Lulu shoved at the door to the R_CAS and scoffed at its sticking.

Typical.

She took a step back and pulled her hand to her shoulder, then cast Fire on the door. She stood watching the door burn one hand on her shoulder at the ready, and the other on her hip until the door had fallen away and the frame was starting to char and then cast water on the building extinguishing the fire.

She sauntered in and stepped up to the poster depicting the great Roberto_Carlos, she showed no sign of emotion as she looked at it, having long since gotten to used to farewells. She kissed the forehead of the man in the picture leaving a purple lip print then headed for the desk. She flipped through the ledger pulling apart the pages that had stuck together from Arya's dried blood. She pulled a quill out of her Cactuar doll and dipped it in an inkwell in the corner then turned back to the Ledger.

Lulu

She blew on the ink and then turned and walked out the gaping hole where the door had been.

The light in the shabby office flickered wildly and then exploded in Sparks as a bolt went through it and Jenny materialized in the office. She kicked open the bottom drawer of a filing cabinet that was coated in snow and reached down and grabbed a bottle of whiskey out. Downing the bottle she looked around the place, where the fuck was the door? No matter. This was Detroit. Jack Hawksmoor can't even survive in Detroit it so fails at being a viable city.

She glanced at the portrait of Roberto_Carlos (Consigliere) and his great friend James Knowles as she finished the bottle.

What's become of your legacy love?

She sighed and threw the empty bottle out the door, pulling a pen from her pocket and throwing open the ledger on the desk.

Jenny Sparks

The light shook and the remaining bits of broken glass flew off as Jenny went up it, leaving the office.

Captious strode through the hole in the front of the Appreciation Society and grinned.

She looked at the snow.

Fuck that noise.

She started some fires. That snow was fucking going down.

Flipping the ledger open she scrawled

S/A

She then sprawled out in the desk chair putting her feet up on the desk and grinning again.

Dr-Evil had chosen to visit the place where his family and forefathers had grown to be Gods. The unused tennis court which displayed many a thrilling match was in need of a revamp.

"I'll make this great again. I'll make it home"

Dr-Evil meant what he said. He fucking meant it. 

Captious watched Dr. Evil surveying the area. She hopped up from the desk, ran over and threw her arms around his neck slipping a daffodil in his lapel pocket as she did so.

Big plans sugarplum?

Roberto_Carlos was back. He walked into the old building and surveyed with his warm, blue eyes. He had a tear falling down his cheek as he reminisced over the 'good old days'

"I will make this place great again. What others before me have attempted and failed, I WILL SUCCEED. However, I will need YOUR help..."

Roberto_Carlos pointed towards you... He wanted you to step forward from the shadows.