Felicity Braddock (
allmydreams) wrote2013-04-14 10:14 am
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knights of legend } { so what are we stealing?
{ a | recon }
{ b | the job }
{ c | the afterparty }
[She's been planning this job for weeks, and tonight is the night they decide to change up the security on her. True, she can't account for when some New York socialite is going to decide to use her museum for a last minute birthday bash, but never let it be said she isn't quick on her feet. She dresses to blend in with the elite upper class without a second thought (disguise check: nat. 20) but she managed to get the gay bouncer on her first go-round as well as completely flub her cover (bluff check: crit. fail). She had to wait for the shift change for her second time at the door (bluff check: 16), which was much more fruitful.
Now she just has to make sure she doesn't get caught.
Still, she mingles throughout the party like a pro, mixing and mingling as she goes. It doesn't really matter how long at takes. At the end of the night that diamond is going to be hers.]
{ b | the job }
[She manages to slip back into the museum in the lapse between security teams. Getting back in after the party is over without alerting the guards is cake (move silently check: 17), and she eases her way through the halls with ease. She just barely makes a security camera around the diamond (spot check: 7.5), and pins herself to the far wall.
It's just a few feet further to get to her prize. Again, right now this is all about not getting caught.]
{ c | the afterparty }
[She waits until she's a couple towns over before calling her fence from the car and finding a bar for a celebratory drink. Considering all the last minute hang ups? She herself is surprised she managed to pull that one off. Still, a job well done is a job well done, and she's ready for a beer.
She walks in, slides onto the stool in front of the bartender, and flashes him her best smile.]
Any chance you have a Guinness?
c }
Ugh.] Okay, you're actually boring me to death. So, please leave me alone before I make a preemptive strike.
[Yes, it's rude, but after a couple gape mouthed seconds, he vacates, seeming to understand the preemptive strike she's talking about might include his own death. Success! Somehow the tiny speck of a woman is intimidating as all get out. (Intimidate nat 20!)
She straightens on her stool and swings back to face the bar. And then looks to Felicity.]
What did you order, I can't decide and I only half heard it over the sound of his stupid.
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Guinness. Don't ask me why, but it's the only thing I drink.
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Violet is not a badass, so this might end badly, but whatever, she's going with it anyway.]
Guinness it is.
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To being awesome.
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Oh. Wow. That sure is some beer right there.
Which she knew, she just didn't... intellectualize. Or something. Yep. Beer.]
Um, yeah, that's... an acquired taste.
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Yeah, as I said -- not really sure why I like it.
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[She takes another sip, it's less startlingly beer and maybe a little good. In any case, she's going to finish it. Because she is that stubborn.]
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[she's never given her family history that much thought before.]
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To Sir Alec Guinness. And... possibly the Queen.
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Long live the Queen.
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I'm Violet, by the way. It's long for Vi.
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Wow. I guess we do. That clearly makes us awesome.
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[she takes another sip of her beer, before turning back to her.]
So what brings you to London?
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I'm just really bad at sightseeing.
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Maybe Paris is more impressive. Maybe I can swing an assignment to Paris, I would be so down for baguettes.
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