miles baines: riff-raff! street rat! (mimicks) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-11-25 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, !playerplot: miles' merry women, aisling wilde, arabella alaire, arielle chiaro, audrey leradine, damia ravin, loch lemach, miles baines, rin yukimura |
washed the dirt off our intentions, prattle on about bad inventions.
Who: Miles Baines, Aisling Wilde, Arabella Alaire, Ari Chiaro, Audrey Leradine, Damia Ravin, Rin Yukimura, plus Loch Lemach.
What: The Museum Job.
Where: Valendian Museum of Natural History, on the Rue Musée in the Nobles District.
When: Monday evening.
Rating: Profanity & violence.
Status: Complete!
They were going for the Crimson Coeurl. After weeks of preparation and leadup, all the way from the first glimpse of that tantalising headline to lining up a foreign buyer, obtaining blueprints, purchasing Loch’s poisonous gases and masks, and untangling what they knew of the mechanisms guarding the pink diamond’s display case. And now they were finally here, on the night itself. The evening air was bitingly cold, a reminder of the weekend’s freak snowstorms and paling attacks. Miles had listened to the news with bated breath, to hear if it would throw any wrenches in their plans—but instead it seemed promising, tossing some extra chaos and disarray at the city right before their hit. It was the perfect time to strike. The Merry Women (and man) stood on the street, staring at their prey—the Valendian Museum of Natural History—which was lit up despite the fact that it was closed, its doors long since shut for visitors. Miles ran through the list again, keeping his mental map of the sprawling museum in mind. The plan was one of his most elaborate yet, a multi-pronged attack on the museum, many moving pieces all combining. They were splitting into pairs for their individual assaults, working their way through the extensive wings, quietly subduing guard patrols and alarms and cameras as they went—that was what his women were for. And the guard station would need to be neutralised, he knew. Elsewhere, Miles would track down the lockdown mechanisms that would otherwise trap them inside the museum the moment the diamond was lifted from its case. Arielle and Loch would handle the diamond itself, the bard dropping Loch like a stone if she looked on the verge of betraying the crew. They could all also pick up other bits of jewellery on the way, opportunistic crimes to pad out their pockets while they were here. Afterwards, they would all rendezvous at the corner of Rue Morgue and Basilisk Avenue, on the rooftop of an ornate flower shop, to collect their breaths and depart for a spot of rooftop drinking for anyone so inclined to celebrate—but somewhere very, very far away from the Nobles District, and only after Miles had a chance to stash their grand jewel. |