allmydreams | knights of legend } { so what are we stealing?

{ a | recon }

[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?

Threaded | Flat

[Vi is on the next stool, facing opposite and being badly flirted with. Which is saying a lot considering Vi isn't exactly the most charming lady on the block. But he's cute so she let his try and now he just won't get the hint and he's turning less cute, which is really why she wants him to leave, so she could imagine him in all his gorgeous glory instead of gorgeous and kind of a moron.

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.

[Faye's onto you. Or rather, she's bored and anyone leaving the 'party of the year' as they're toting it is certainly worth checking out in her book. She's careful to be quiet, just because she's curious where this girl is going (move silently: 20), but after they're far enough away from the party, she clears her throat and arches an eyebrow.]

You mind telling me what you're doing?

[ as she inches against the wall... she bumps into something.

or someone, more like.

she was so focused on her cameras and alarms that she didn't see him there with her 7 spot check. he's dressed in cat burglar black, and even his skin is a dark shade that blended easily into the shadows. he glances aside at her and there's more wry humor in his eyes than fear or annoyance at being caught in the act, and his smirk seems to indicate he knows exactly why she's there, too. ]

Well.

This is embarrassing.

c }

b )

B!