Felix was a professional, and considering how long he'd been waiting for some sort of task, he was motivated. It wasn't the first time he needed to work in an extremely small time frame, but robbing the building he was currently living in was certainly new. Add to that the fact that he hadn't actually been in Poe's room yet, but the prospect of fulfilling the network request and fucking with two people who hated each other was two much to pass up. The that they lived right next to each other felt like the task had practically been handed to him on a silver platter.
But that fucking time frame.
A lot had to go right for this to work, and a hell of a lot of unknowns were involved. Having done much more with much less in the past, he had given himself about 15 minutes to get the task complete so he'd have enough time to get back to his room, multitask his blindness and showering at the same time for another 15 (optimistically) with maybe a few more minutes of wiggle room, and then make it down to the kitchen without anyone being the wiser. That meant both Poe and Royal had to be out of their rooms at the same time. If the bed wasn't a complicated fucking mess to move. If it was straight forward, and he was careful, he could get in and out without notice. If it wasn't, he'd have to quickly find another option in the area. Maybe Daisy, or Hollis, which wouldn't be as funny, but he wanted that damn reward. Any hitches bigger than that and he'd throw the attempt, maybe try again when he got back, but that was going to be rough if he was going to be stomping around, keeping up appearances with the apparently very motivated new girl.
He donned one of the pairs of gloves he's snagged from the Felicitas, grabbed a few tools from the hardware store and activated his abilities the instant before he stepped out of his own door, hitting the elevator and heading to P-5. A knock on both doors, followed by a quick glance inside told him both were empty, and he couldn't help the giddy little skip in his step as he slid into Poe's. Thank fuck, just a normal bed. Nothing attached to the floor, no loft, no canopy. It wasn't hard to see that the frame was going to be the hardest thing, especially without taking the whole of it apart as he didn't have time, but the hallways were so much more forgiving than on the floor below.
The pillows and blankets went first, being the easiest to transport, practically throwing them into Royal's room, only making sure to keep them out of the way of where he needed to work. The mattress was a pain in the ass to keep on its side, sliding across the floor from one room into the other, but the box spring went surprisingly easily. The headboard and baseboard, however, were a problem. Why were there so many fucking screws? By the time he got the rest of the bed in multiple pieces into Royal's room he was already zeroing in on the maximum amount of time he'd allotted himself for the entire thing, and nearly abandoned the bed as it was just to make it count. They'd never specified the bed needed to be in functioning order, after all, just a bed in a room.
But leaving it just wasn't as funny.
He only used half the screws he'd taken off to reattach the head and baseboards, not even entirely tightening them before moving to the next. It wasn't going to affect whether or not the bed could be used, so who he fuck cared? He pocketed the remainder, then shoved the box spring and mattress in place, haphazardly making the bed and headed back to Poe's to grab his tools.
Task complete.
And then he saw the little dish on what would have been the bedside table. A necklace and a watch.
I have a necklace passed down to me that was bespelled by a coven of witches a century ago, she'd told the rockstar vamp that day with the full moon.
"Oh shit," he couldn't help but chuckle to himself, biting his lower lip, and staring. Maybe it wasn't even the same necklace, it was ludicrous to think she'd just leave it lying around in a place like this. Didn't she know that there were assholes everywhere? The bed was enough. He could see how the tower reacted, how they tried to find him, if they tried to find him, considering more people gave a shit about Poe than they did about Royal and his bed disappearing. In the end it was just a bed. The necklace was another thing entirely. That would be missed, that could be a problem.
Mostly for someone else, once he decided who.
He moved to the chair in the corner, pulling the case off the pillow and using it to grab both items from the dish so there was an additional layer physically between him and the items, turning the case inside out to act as a bag, and tucking the pillow under his arm to be disposed of later. He didn't know exactly how the psychics and witches all worked here, and despite the fact that his abilities being active would likely protect him from a hell of a lot, the importance of the necklace warranted more caution. He'd have to stash it quick, and quietly, when he was out with Simone.
In the end, the whole endeavor took about ten minutes longer than he'd wanted, but considering he hadn't given Simone an exact time he figured an apology would be enough. The instant he was back in his room, he stripped his clothes and hopped into the shower, turning off his ability and immediately grunting as his sight shattered. It was disorienting enough that he nearly threw up, the lines like broken glass in his vision, but he was used to it.
Ten minutes later, he burned the pillow, case, and gloves in the fireplace, leaving the cinders as he redressed into fresh clothes. It was probably overkill, but he'd scatter those somewhere later. He headed for the elevator, his vision was still wiggling, but improving. He could already feel the burn in his back and muscles, knowing that he was going to be sore as fuck later, but could probably chalk that up to just not being used to walking so much if anyone asked after he got back.