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cityofglymmer2019-04-30 10:08 pm
carpegloriam) wrote in cityofglymmer2019-04-30 10:08 pm
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Who: Mr. Beard (Van Grants) and Raven (Wei Wuxian)
Where: The local hardware store!
When: April 30th eaaaaarly morning, riiiiiight before the NPC texts had gone out.
[Mr. Beard typically is not one to wait til the last minute on the heist, but he failed to account for the possibility of such unique illnesses here and it made things needlessly difficult. He couldn't operate the device he had only just recently mastered and the constant static was irritating. But after nearly a week, there was no end in sight, but there was at least one thing that made it tolerable enough for him to at least perform his duty.]
[...Which was why he was standing outside of a hardware store, holding hands with Raven, and trying to think of the logistics of how to even begin to steal anything while having to maintain physical contact.]
...Should we just...walk in?
Where: The local hardware store!
When: April 30th eaaaaarly morning, riiiiiight before the NPC texts had gone out.
[Mr. Beard typically is not one to wait til the last minute on the heist, but he failed to account for the possibility of such unique illnesses here and it made things needlessly difficult. He couldn't operate the device he had only just recently mastered and the constant static was irritating. But after nearly a week, there was no end in sight, but there was at least one thing that made it tolerable enough for him to at least perform his duty.]
[...Which was why he was standing outside of a hardware store, holding hands with Raven, and trying to think of the logistics of how to even begin to steal anything while having to maintain physical contact.]
...Should we just...walk in?
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[Raven, like a good friend, doesn't mind at all holding Mr. Beard's hand and going on a heist with him. mostly because he was going stir-crazy being stuck in bed fighting off a cold, but hey, not everyone can be altruistic about their thieving!]
Do you think you can sweet-talk someone into letting us take one of those big trucks to cart everything off with?
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I suppose that would be very difficult to pull off...We may still be able to get something small if I keep them distracted but we an entire sea's worth would be highly difficult.
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[he tugs Mr. Beard over to the delivery entrance, where the Really Big Trucks are. There are some big rigs that they definitely don't know how to drive just hanging out back there...]
Hmm...Can you make up a story? Like all of the paint is bad and needs to go back to where it came from? That might be plausible, right...
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...I can say that we're health inspectors and too much of a dangerous element made it into the batch. The story shouldn't be a problem at all. The issue is more...
[He lifts the hand holding Raven's and makes a thoughtful sound.] This is a little harder to incorporate into an inspection story.
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It's probably not normal...Do you think we could get away with saying it's just something that happened? Like we're stuck together? That seems believable for this place.
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How's that?
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I like it! It sounds believable enough. As long as we don't give ourselves away, they should buy it long enough for us to get the job done.
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[Begins to look around the trucks, dragging Raven along with him, until he finds a truck driver and waves the man down to begin to introduce himself and Raven as Health Inspectors of The Honorable City of Glymmer who just finished a glue inspection and have had concerns about the recent paint shipment. You don't mind if we take a look, do you?
The truck driver just stares blankly at the two of them, looking at their at hands for a moment before looking back up at them. "Uh...Sure...Do you have your badges?"]
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Mine got stuck in the glue, they're still digging it out. Our supervisor said it wouldn't be that big of a deal if we just cleared up the authorization forms with him when we bring it all back to the warehouse. Something about time being of the essence. We didn't want all of the toxic fumes getting to any customers in the store.
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Very. If any of the cans had opened while you were driving...You'd have to go to the hospital right away.
[That gives the driver pause, and they cautiously open the back of their truck...]
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[Mr. Beard gasps dramatically, covering his mouth with his free arm:] Quickly! You need to seek medical attention now!
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Don't breathe, don't breathe! Close the doors already!
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Damn! Go inside and wash your face as well as you can! It may save you enough time for the medics to come. We'll deal with the rest here, now go, hurry!
[Mr. Beard barely finishes his sentence before the truck driver rushes inside, hyperventilating, then he finally puts his arm down.]
...Paint does have a strong smell, doesn't it?
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It does, but we shouldn't test our luck with that. Let's get moving before he comes back.
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[a pause]
Do you know how to operate this thing?
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[this is going to go great]
[he hops into the driver's seat and starts pushing stuff. nothing happens]
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Well, this device is telling me that a truck is great for transporting large objects but it doesn't say a damn thing about HOW to use it...
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[pointing to the steering wheel]
And I think they make it go with their feet. The hands are busy, so it must be the feet, right?
[checks by the feet. yup. there are things down there.]
Alright, look up how to turn it on and we can go from there.
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...It's asking if I would like to know how to start a truck without keys...
[Looking up some more and DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN JUST LOOK UP HOW TO HOTWIRE A CAR? Because I, the player, have learned that you can just google this shit.]
Are you any good with wires? We'd need them to start the ignition without keys.
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[rolling up his sleeves a bit though, and looking for....wires]
If you tell me what to do then I can do it. What wires do I need?
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[There's a shout outside and Mr. Beard glances up at the rearview mirror, then shoves his phone Raven and adjusts his mask.]
Just do whatever that tells you!
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Next time, just steal the keys!
[still, he's a remarkably quick learner, even more so with actual instructions in front of him and the threat of jail time lighting a fire under him. it takes less than a minute for him to get the truck started]
--We're good!
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[Good thing Raven learns so fast because in that time, the truck driver had come out, started shouting (still a safe distance from the fumes, JUST IN CASE), and security guards have started to emerge from the store.]
They're coming! We have to move now!
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[he figures out the parking break-that flashing light and beeping sound made it obvious what needed to be fixed--and then taps the break pedal. nothing happens.
he tries the gas pedal and the entire truck lurches forward sharply, and keeps picking up speed when he doesn't stop. he turns the wheel to avoid, like, buildings and large objects, but that's not gonna last long.]
--Where are we going?!
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...Wherever it needs to go to be out of sight. Near the edge of the city would be best, I'd think.
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...I'll see what I can do.
[it's impossible, though. even being a quick learner and having decent enough observation skills to have seen others drive a car, it's not enough to safely guide one through the city in one piece.
which is why it only takes them about five miraculous minutes before the truck jumps a curb and smacks into a lightpost.]
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...I suggest we take as much paint as we can and run.
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That sounds like a better plan than going to jail. We stole it, so now we're just giving some of it back!
I call the red paint!
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[Stumbles out of the truck and goes to grab whatever paint cana of blue paint that DID NOT explode in the back...and then it seems to be time to run away really, really fast.]