We have security all over the casino. [ says the polar bear, like duh? it's a casino? do you really think they're sticking to one room all the time ever.
with that perception check, there is somehow always a guard in jolyne's way, so she can't see exactly who is behind those doors before the guards usher to them to keep moving, but there's not far to go. they'll be shoved in a room on the right side of the hall. ]
You'll have to wait in here for now. You. [ pointing at the guy who caught jolyne. ] Stay here, and stay in character this time.
Okay. Bye bye~!
[ he waves as the others head out and plops himself on a table, kicking his feet. the door locks behind them. ]
[ forget what the guard said, Danny is just looking over at the other group and scrutinizing them. Are they also dressed in cool spy outfits....do they have the treasure....did they also eat shit and break their teeth.... ]
What the hell does in character mean in this case exactly?
[ frowning a bit and fussing with her stupid cuffs. are there chairs in this room? a vent near the ceiling? what's the guy that's been left in here with us doing? ]
[ it looks like a generic questioning room, which means the walls are solid so you can't just look out at the others now. from what danny saw at a glance, whisper is in a nice outfit, nico is goth, and hans is hans. nothing to see here, really. it looked like they were just chatting.
there are chairs and a vent. this guy is just chilling until they mention staying in character. ]
Ah! [ he hops off the table like :O!
and in a split second, his demeanor changes, from lackadaisical to alert and deadly serious, as if he's changed into a different person entirely. his expression turns severe, watching each of them like he expects any or all of them to attack at any moment, one hand on the gun at his hip. the picture of a perfect security guard, he does not answer their questions. ]
[ there's just. the heaviest sigh in the world as he looks around the room, away from their hyperactive watchdog turned ( bubbles voice ) HARDCORE. ]
You're pretty convincing! I think that'd probably call for a repeat performance, but I don't know, I'm kind of tired of the initial one at this point...
[ but they are in a much smaller space. maybe he can't spring around as easily and they can brain him with a chair. he has no idea that there's another group here. ]
But what would...your character do, if there was another security breach you guys missed? Because I saw another group, a...rival of ours, in the theater that we just passed by.
You should probably take care of that too. You know. If you want to do a good job at security.
[ jolyne didn't see jack shit and she's like buzzing with the desire to try and knee this guy in the face on principle. (what would ermes do? she would absolutely continue to try and clock the guy no matter how many 8s she rolled. but also. she's not ermes. she can only wish.)
instead she just looks at danny. let the phantom wonder talk for a min...
while she just kind of readies herself to brain this man with both her fists if he wants to be funny about his answer. she looks at hung with a kind of "we're gonna try and kick his ass if all else fails, right?" look. ]
[ he looks at jolyne for a moment, nods in response with the look - but does hold a hand up, low, in a hang on gesture. ]
Alright, well. That's fair. [ and he's just going to walk towards the door and see what nyooms mcgee does. he's not trying to make a break for it, just heading over there! ] A break would be nice, though.
[ kitten thinks of nothing but clobbering men all day at this point.
she will just clench her fists for a second more and then they go lax. she glances at the vent and kind of gauges its size before turning back to watch hung and nyoomy mcgee carefully.
she does give danny a small nod like look, that wasn't a bad idea okay? you gotta try everything. muttering in general now: ]
[ he is just going to quietly go and stand in front of the door to prevent hung from reaching it. no breaks. no exit.
also, for the record, you guys still have all the stuff you haven't already ditched or yote at guards or cameras. they did not take your stuff. so like. that's a thing. ]
[ well. he's going to stand right in front of him, then, though with enough room for the both of them to have some personal space. just nice and calm and waiting.
that's all.
definitely not blocking off his view of danny and jolyne so they can decide what they want to do behind him while he shields the two of them. please say the EMP is real and not fake dear god. ]
[ danny's eyes widen when he realizes what hung is doing.
...not like they can't verbally make a plan in this small room. Danny points a finger to an electronic light on his handcuffs and then makes a slicing gesture across his neck. Kill the electricity.
Then he jerks his head upwards towards the vent. ]
[ jolyne nods and then glances down at where his weapon might be. their hands are in front of them. may as well keep this guy busy.
she'll reach into her pouch and see if the fuckin... emp is actually real. she closes her eyes and just prays to foo fighters and jimi hendrix and also the cranberries and dolly parton to please let this work. please.
and she will activate it? if she can? kill the lights?????????? kronk???? ]
[ even if he knows what he's doing, hung is still between him and them - he can at least slow him down, unless nyooms mcgee decides to spring up and parkour around the fucking room like a weirdo.
looks at my poor roll and my mid roll. sighs.
he can't see shit, in the dark, so he'll just lunge forward the moment he hears the muffled clicks and extend his hands to see if he can't grab their security guard friend to shove him up against the door/wall. ]
the fourth click was probably the door, but danny was ventbrained earlier, and hung and the guard are by the door, so
as soon as the lights go out and the cuffs are open, he jumps for a chair and climbs on it, feeling for where he thinks the grate was and trying to open it. i rolled an 11 for whatever that's worth ]
jolyne darts towards the man the minute the lights go off, aiming to help with the guard in any way possible. ideally by pincering him, they can hopefully get him to not nyoom and knock him out at least. he's way too tricksy when he's conscious.
she doesn't make a sound, she just throws her fist right at his solar plexus at a 17. she's angry. ]
[ "unless nyooms mcgee decides to spring up and parkour around the fucking room like a weirdo."
this is what he's best at (:
he twists out of the way so jolyne's punch lands on his arm before deftly jumping back onto the wall, kicking off, and flipping right over their heads to land on his feet near danny and the vent.
he kicks the chair out from under danny, too, so have fun with that. ]
but hung is stubborn, and wants to give danny a chance with whatever the hell they can get right now. he slams into the wall and uses it to shove off after the guy, looking to grab a leg or arm or part of his clothes to yank him away from the chair and the vent. ]
[ somehow danny lands on his feet expertly after getting the chair kicked out from under him!! but with the chair now toppled, it'll take a while to set that back up, and in the chaos of everything, he lunges for the door instead! ]
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Wait a minute...is that--Nico? And Hans? And...[ give him a second ] Whisper?
[ what's going on. ]
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Did you say Nico? [ immediately. where. she follows his squinting eyes. ]
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with that perception check, there is somehow always a guard in jolyne's way, so she can't see exactly who is behind those doors before the guards usher to them to keep moving, but there's not far to go. they'll be shoved in a room on the right side of the hall. ]
You'll have to wait in here for now. You. [ pointing at the guy who caught jolyne. ] Stay here, and stay in character this time.
Okay. Bye bye~!
[ he waves as the others head out and plops himself on a table, kicking his feet. the door locks behind them. ]
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... stay in character?
[ glancing towards the door like hm when it locks, before just scanning around the whole room in general. ]
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[ frowning a bit and fussing with her stupid cuffs. are there chairs in this room? a vent near the ceiling? what's the guy that's been left in here with us doing? ]
You guys weird LARPers or something?
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there are chairs and a vent. this guy is just chilling until they mention staying in character. ]
Ah! [ he hops off the table like :O!
and in a split second, his demeanor changes, from lackadaisical to alert and deadly serious, as if he's changed into a different person entirely. his expression turns severe, watching each of them like he expects any or all of them to attack at any moment, one hand on the gun at his hip. the picture of a perfect security guard, he does not answer their questions. ]
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You're pretty convincing! I think that'd probably call for a repeat performance, but I don't know, I'm kind of tired of the initial one at this point...
[ but they are in a much smaller space. maybe he can't spring around as easily and they can brain him with a chair. he has no idea that there's another group here. ]
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But what would...your character do, if there was another security breach you guys missed? Because I saw another group, a...rival of ours, in the theater that we just passed by.
You should probably take care of that too. You know. If you want to do a good job at security.
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instead she just looks at danny. let the phantom wonder talk for a min...
while she just kind of readies herself to brain this man with both her fists if he wants to be funny about his answer. she looks at hung with a kind of "we're gonna try and kick his ass if all else fails, right?" look. ]
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Alright, well. That's fair. [ and he's just going to walk towards the door and see what nyooms mcgee does. he's not trying to make a break for it, just heading over there! ] A break would be nice, though.
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she will just clench her fists for a second more and then they go lax. she glances at the vent and kind of gauges its size before turning back to watch hung and nyoomy mcgee carefully.
she does give danny a small nod like look, that wasn't a bad idea okay? you gotta try everything. muttering in general now: ]
They really stuck you with the worst job, dude.
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also, for the record, you guys still have all the stuff you haven't already ditched or yote at guards or cameras. they did not take your stuff. so like. that's a thing. ]
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that's all.
definitely not blocking off his view of danny and jolyne so they can decide what they want to do behind him while he shields the two of them. please say the EMP is real and not fake dear god. ]
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...not like they can't verbally make a plan in this small room. Danny points a finger to an electronic light on his handcuffs and then makes a slicing gesture across his neck. Kill the electricity.
Then he jerks his head upwards towards the vent. ]
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she'll reach into her pouch and see if the fuckin... emp is actually real. she closes her eyes and just prays to foo fighters and jimi hendrix and also the cranberries and dolly parton to please let this work. please.
and she will activate it? if she can? kill the lights?????????? kronk???? ]
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but he doesn't do anything to stop them.
when jolyne hits the buttons, the lights go out, and there are four muffled clicks. ]
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looks at my poor roll and my mid roll. sighs.
he can't see shit, in the dark, so he'll just lunge forward the moment he hears the muffled clicks and extend his hands to see if he can't grab their security guard friend to shove him up against the door/wall. ]
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the fourth click was probably the door, but danny was ventbrained earlier, and hung and the guard are by the door, so
as soon as the lights go out and the cuffs are open, he jumps for a chair and climbs on it, feeling for where he thinks the grate was and trying to open it. i rolled an 11 for whatever that's worth ]
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jolyne darts towards the man the minute the lights go off, aiming to help with the guard in any way possible. ideally by pincering him, they can hopefully get him to not nyoom and knock him out at least. he's way too tricksy when he's conscious.
she doesn't make a sound, she just throws her fist right at his solar plexus at a 17. she's angry. ]
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this is what he's best at (:
he twists out of the way so jolyne's punch lands on his arm before deftly jumping back onto the wall, kicking off, and flipping right over their heads to land on his feet near danny and the vent.
he kicks the chair out from under danny, too, so have fun with that. ]
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but hung is stubborn, and wants to give danny a chance with whatever the hell they can get right now. he slams into the wall and uses it to shove off after the guy, looking to grab a leg or arm or part of his clothes to yank him away from the chair and the vent. ]
Get back here!
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