[right][h2][color=#00FFFF][u][i]Off to the Carnival, look out Mr. Barnum[/i][/u][/color][/h2][/right]

Walking into the SDN front door, a little later then his normal 6am, looks like he had gotten home safe atleast, Hat Trick waves as he sips at a absolutely huge large double double, in one hand, which also cradles one of his work phones, as he's speaking, "Yeah yeah, look SDN doesn't do military or armament sponsorships." He nodded, "Yeah but I'm not saying that individual heroes or Phoenix program members won't." He waits again, "Yeah, if you want to put the idea through for a member of an SDN team for a sponsorship, or say a brand deal, then put your request in to the PR and HR teams. HR will have to vett it and PR will look it over and try and swing it for you...brand demos? Tell you what, send the crates, if one of the team members wants to use what you're trying to get out, then maybe you get a foot in the door...uh huh...me? Tell you what send the request over, if your tomahawks look good I may just carry one out to start a brand deal...yep...okay yeah send the request to SDN Claremont HR and PR, and the teams will get back at you...yep...yep..." BEEP! He hangs up with a grin.

And far too chipper after a drinking night he calls, "Good morning Claremont SDN!"

Crap Typer Ermineskin is definately a morning person...that or he's a Terriffyingly Tired Tern and he's not either a night or morning person and he's always this chipper.

He chuckles, as he heads for the locker room.

Looking around, seems like everyone survived getting home.

When the Dispatch alert comes through he's half way through belting on his armor, "Hmm...a Carnival? Like rides and candy apples and the like? Can we take part in the games? Maybe try and get in with the shows? I wouldn't mind helping out in a show or two."

The team begins to move.

With one last tug he gets his armor on, "Anyone want a piggy back ride?" He calls to the team as they make ready to leave. Now wouldn't that be an interesting thing. Riding on his shoulders as they go. He tugs at his gauntlets and belts on his tomahawk. Leaving the bladed hockey stick behind this time. With a grin he makes his way outside. 

"Last chance!" He calls, as he steps outside, a line of ice forming in front of him.

While he limbers up, stretching and making ready for the trip out, he also cycles through the play list of music in the suits internal storage. He bobs his head as one of his earbeads plays some samples. People on the street seeing Claremont's own Hat Trick waving some stopping waiting to see what he does next. The charismatic brawling bruiser waving back and grinning.

Soon though he grins, his speaker clicks, static. And begins to [url=https://youtu.be/jtrpBLo4w1w?si=ZYKAdZVGEE1ecAum]play[/url].

Hat Trick sweeping his arms open wide, "CLAREMONT!" He shouts, one of his classic call and reply. Those people nearby hear it, and some respond, "Hit!" He grins and as the music swells he calls again, "CLAREMONT!" a response, "Hit!"

Hat Trick grins as he steps down onto the plane of ice getting ready to push off, "Team A's going to be at a Carnival uptown. You guys wanna see your favorite heroes and Phoenix teammates out and about? Come check us out!" He turns a young man, grinning comes racing up, squaring up with the big hockey themed hero. Hat Trick grinning, measuring the young man out, and right there the pair trade faux blows, until Hat Trick picks the young man up in a bear hug and faux shoulder slams him into a pile of soft snow he builds for it. LEaving the man laughing for getting something fun in, "We'll see you there Claremont!"

And with a push, Hat Trick sets off for the Dispatch location. Tagging on the SDN app, [i]"Hat Trick here, heading to the Carnival, this is an interesting idea. Who came up with this?"[/i]