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?
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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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I wonder how London does croissants.
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[She waves for the bartender and hands over her credit card, adding Felicity's drink to her very small tab, her signature a messy scrawl at the bottom of the paper before she shoves the card back in her pocket and tips herself off the stool.]
Shall we, my dear? [And she's just going to hold out her arm because Charming has taught her well.]
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We shall.
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[She waits till they're outside to ask and leans forward off the curb a bit to hail a cab. Taxi. Whatever they're called in England.]
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Seriously? But no, that is where I work.
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Seriously?
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