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GM: 335; MEW YORK CALENDAR.
The grand gala reopening of the Mew York Metropolitan Museum of Art! Everyone who was anyone was rolling up to the front steps to step out into the fresh fallen snow for but a few steps before reaching the magically insulated and absorbent red carpet, as their vehicles were driven off to the garage! One car in particular, however, was a tad on the plain side, and didn’t draw much attention as it parallel parked nearby. (Pirrue.)
GM: (That’s you and your parents, Pirrue.)
Pirrue: is staring out the window, palms against the glass, hardly able to catch her breath from excitement.
GM: Meanwhile, a larger van pulled up to the back of the building, making a more distinguishable crunching sound in the snow and sleet as it came to a stop. The cat in the driver’s seat knocked on the back wall of the cabin.
“Ay, yup, this is the place. Kinda strange that the museum called for an outgoing delivery on its opening gala, but eh, what can ya do? Get ta work.”
The doors to the back of the delivery van swing open as two Gnolls hop out onto the asphalt.
“An’ thanks for applying. Gods ‘n’ Goddesses know we need all the help we can get ‘round the holidays.”
As the larger of the two Gnolls heads over the open up the shutters that would allow them to enter the storage area, the smaller one looked back at the van.
“You’s a gonna come with or hwat?” (Lightrunner.)
GM: “And here we are,” said the cat that probably spent way too much time preparing his Sunday best only to have it look all wrinkled. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out onto the sidewalk.
“Now remember,” said the much more well put together Necropossum, “most of the art isn’t being shown tonight, and that Heart Shaped Box of yours isn’t an exception. Don’t make a fuss about it, and just... be on your best behavior, overall.” She got out on the street side, nearly started at a car that skid to a halt, and might have actually bumped her, huffed, and meandered around to join her husband. (Pirrue.)
Lightrunner: (I didn't even post yet...)
GM: (Sorry. I guess I can save it.)
Lightrunner: Out from the darkness of the van, two bright glowing eyes flared up before disappearing as he slowly came into the dimly light street.
"Yeah yeah, I'm coming." He spoke, "No point in not coming out if agreed to."
GM: “And here we are,” said the cat that probably spent way too much time preparing his Sunday best only to have it look all wrinkled. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out onto the sidewalk.
“Now remember,” said the much more well put together Necropossum, “most of the art isn’t being shown tonight, and that Heart Shaped Box of yours isn’t an exception. Don’t make a fuss about it, and just... be on your best behavior, overall.” She got out on the street side, nearly started at a car that skid to a halt, and might have actually bumped her, huffed, and meandered around to join her husband. (Pirrue.)
GM: CHAPTER 1: The Mew York Metropolitan Heist!
Pirrue: "Okay, okay, okay. I still need to make some finishing touches, anyway. Wouldn't do to have it turn into a pile of springs and gears on opening night..."
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Feh...” The smaller one turned towards the larger. “Oy, Dum! You having some trouble?”
“Bafasuka-makapu, Dee!” A snap sounded out, and the larger Gnoll known as Dum threw the now broken padlock over his shoulder.
”Practice speaking the Common, Dum!”
“I say sex you!”
“It is fuck you, you brobi! Didn’t you have key?”
“Key is brobi!”
Lightrunner: All Lightrunner could do was roll his eyes at the scene, what a bunch of idiots. he thought to himself
GM: (Pirrue)
As she rounded the other side as Pirrue said this, Mrs. Tedeschi hooked her arm around her mister as he opened the door for Pirrue. “Well you have to come out of the car first, darling.”
Pirrue: can barely contain herself. Her emotions are a whirlwhind of pride, excitement, and worry.
GM: (I’m telling you to get out of the dang car. XD)
GM: (Guys, remember that I don’t control your actions.)
Pirrue: gets out of the car and heads towards the museum.
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Ink, was it?” Before Lightrunner could respond, the driver was leaning out the driver-side window and practically breathing down his neck. “I reckon you get over there an’ help. Those two are strong, sure, so lifting ain’t a problem, but between you an’ me, I bet they couldn’t find their own asses with their hands tied behind their back!” The cat gave a cackle at that. Then he went straight faced. “But seriously, it’d be bad to grab the wrong package an’ be accidental burglars, a’ight?” The cat was, of course, oblivious to what the trio were really there to do.
Lightrunner: (He was already outside)
GM: (Fixed as much as I could.)
Lightrunner: "Sure sure, whatever you say." He shrugged as he approached the gnolls, "What are you idiots doing?"
GM: (Pirrue)
The couple happily let their daughter bound up the steps (which drew some eyes), and opted to trail behind her as she reached the great indoors, and reception.
“Name and invitation,” said the cheery (if a little tired) Clover Lamb at the desk.
Pirrue: "Pirrue Tedeschi! And I..." She fiddles with her pockets. "Mom! Do you have my invite?"
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Opening the brobi!” said Dum, and with that, he threw the shutter upward to reveal a storeroom archive cluttered with crates.
“You need to stop calling,” said the smaller Gnoll probably known as Dee, but then he turned to Lightrunner, “idiot, was word?” He turned back. “Stop calling everything idiot! Now shutting up, you. Boss should be meeting us here to give instruction.” He led the way in, and his larger brother followed, but not without making a few more foreign swears and punching his palm a few times.
Lightrunner: He shrugs off the swears and body languages of the gnolls and continues on.
GM: (Pirrue)
“Right here, sweety.” The Necropossum woman walked up with her husband and threw down a trio of envelopes. “Three invites, for the Tedeschis; a contributing artist, plus family. Run along Pirrue, and remember not to cause trouble.”
Pirrue: "Righto!" She offers her mom an enthusiastic thumbs-up, then runs off to the back.
GM: (She’s going through the gala, right?)
Pirrue: (is there any way she can take a back route?)
GM: (Reception opens straight into the gala, though that gala doesn’t take up the whole museum.)
Pirrue: tries to make her way towards the back, avoiding as much of the crowd as she can. She's small. There are paths open to her that others would ignore.
GM: (Lightrunner)
As the three made their way into the storage archives, two Cats - make that a Cat and a Flowercat - appeared at the top of some stairs and flicked on the lights. The Cat was rather dapper dressed, with a form-fitting tan suit and a fedora, a five-leafed clover pin on the lapel, three artisan watches over (yes, over) his right sleeve, and what seemed to be a permanent expression of either disinterest or disdain. The Flowercat was better on the eyes, if only barely; red hair, short whiskers, and a green, though blushing flower, all dressed up in a museum guard uniform - she’s not objectively the prettiest, but she had this look that said “I’m a party animal.”
“Gentlemen,” said the Cat, “welcome to the gala. I’m just here to remind you of your mission, then leave you with this lovely lady that has volunteered to go off the clock without telling anyone. She can point you towards the box you need to get.”
“Yea, yea,” said Dee, “you want us to get the box with the ’arrow’,” he jabs his thumb at Lightrunner, “Mr. Smuggle Expertise messes with the label so it go to our safety house after we help the stupid oblivious driver deliver it to deliver... center? And then we all go home.”
“Don’t forget to pay Mr. Smuggle Expertise~” the Flowercat crooned.
Lightrunner: "You want me to steal that box right over there?" He asked the gnolls, pointing at it, "Shouldn't be a problem for me." He spoke, "Just need a confirmation it is that box right there." He says, pointing to it.
GM: (Pirrue)
“Ah, Pirrue!” A voice calls from uncomfortably close behind Pirrue. It belonged to a tall, lanky, but gracefully dressed Scrycoon. “Our youngest prodigy! Miyavi, come here. This is who I was talking about earlier.” He reaches into the crowd and pulls over a similarly dressed Scrycoon mix (probably mixed with some sort of fox - bottom line is she’s not pure). While the gold trimmed Eastarian kimonos do look good on them, they do sort of stick out in the Owel/Cenastre crowd, and that’s to say nothing about how the gloves caused a clash of style on them. “Pirrue, this is my daughter Miyavi. She also has an exhibit here. The curator’s own daughter! Can you imagine that?”
“Father...” Miyavi doesn’t seem all that happy.
Pirrue: "Uh, hi, Ms. Miyavi," Pirrue says. She feels as uncomfortable as Miyavi looks, though she doesn't catch on to the fact. She can't get wrapped up in conversation when she's got work to do! She tries a tried-and-tested trick: maintaining eye contact while slowly edging away from the two. "The curator's daughter, huh? Small universe."
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Sure, fine. This girl should know. Have fun with that. Alphonse out.” The self-named Alphonse ducked back out of the room.
“Do not have attitudes with that one,” said Dee, “because he will be big chieftain of all Pawe Family, one day.” He walks off to search for the box, while Dum had the idea of following the security lady; she beckoned to the others too. She seemed to know the way.
GM: (Pirrue)
“Hey.” Pirrue seems to have backed into someone. “You...” Behind her was Crede, the nondescript lizard (you can’t expect me to know all of the Cenastre races) dressed in what appeared to be an embarrassing amount of frills. “Do not think I have forgotten you.”
Lightrunner: He gave a look to the woman and followed her, this seems like a setup he thought to himself again, I need to be sharp, this is feeling very funny
GM: (Pirrue)
“Hey.” Pirrue seems to have backed into someone. “You...” Behind her was Crede, the nondescript lizard (you can’t expect me to know all of the Cenastre races) dressed in what appeared to be an embarrassing amount of frills. “Do not think I have forgotten you.”
Pirrue: "F-forgotten?" Pirrue says, mind racing to catch up. If only the feeling was mutual. "Uh, hi there, Creek...Crade? Cayde? Am I getting close?"
GM: (Lightrunner)
The woman led the trio to a medium sized box - a little on the flat side - and made a gesture towards it.
“Item no. 33D7, as you can see. I packed the thing, myself.”
“Do your think,” said Dee. He pointed at the empty shipping label. “Girl not know safety house location, and we are not good at written words yet.”
As the Gnolls step back, a blip could be heard from Lightrunner’s work pager.
Lightrunner: He goes ahead and takes out the pager first to give it a good read before he does anything else.
GM: (Pirrue)
“It was Crede,” she said; “Crede was going to be sponsored by Strawberg!”
“Hey, hey! Let’s play nice, ladies! Groovejet is here, so don’t get mad.” The Scrycoon moved to separate the two, and Miyavi took that opportunity to slip away. “We’re one big happy family of artists here.” Crede gave a grumble at that as Groovejet started making nondescript soothing noises at her.
GM: (Lightrunner)
{ALPHONSE PAWE - ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION; DAD TEXTED ME SAYING OLD PLACE WAS CONFIRMED COMPROMISED JUST NOW. NEW ADDRESS IS 545 ABBEY ROAD.}
Pirrue: "Heh heh heh...I'm honored you'd say that, though I still think of myself as a craftsman first and foremost. I just follow the plans and put 'em into action."
GM: (Lightrunner)
{ALPHONSE PAWE - ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION; DAD TEXTED ME SAYING OLD PLACE WAS CONFIRMED COMPROMISED JUST NOW. NEW ADDRESS IS 545 ABBEY ROAD.}
GM: (Pirrue)
“Nonsense, you’re fabulous!” Groovejet flinched when Crede started making angry noises again, cuing him to get back to soothing her. Meanwhile, a gap in the crowd has formed.
Lightrunner: He goes ahead and takes out an archival ink marker, premanent and incredibly hard to remove, and puts in the new address for the boss.
GM: (Pirrue)
“Nonsense, you’re fabulous!” Groovejet flinched when Crede started making angry noises again, cuing him to get back to soothing her. Meanwhile, a gap in the crowd has formed.
Lightrunner: (Lightrunner: "So I was just some guy to put a label on a box?")
Pirrue: "Hey, uh, this has been some really engaging words-with-people-talk, but would it be a huge bother if I got some time to make some last-minute adjustments on my machine?"
GM: (Lightrunner)
Not five seconds had passed after Lightrunner capped the marker when the Gnolls held up the small crate between them and ran outside at an impressive speed. In no time, the larger Gnoll was back, but not with his other.
“Old say he ‘take it from here,’” said Dum, “say we do good, but I might receive dock from pay for lock? Hah! We not be around for paying day anyway! Dee stay with to make sure he not pull fast one, though. Say we enjoy gah-lah?”
“Well that was easy~” said the Flowercat. “Not bad for my first crime. How was I?”
Lightrunner: "It was alright, just to be sure." He looked over at the flowercat, "If you put in the wrong thing, accidental or purposeful, that's end." He gives an uneasy stare, "Are we clear?"
GM: (Pirrue)
“Sure, sure! The public won’t see it until tomorrow anyways, so make sure you make time to socialize tonight!” That was all Groovejet could get out before some rather drunk party goers got in between them and Pirrue.
She actually had a clear shot to one of the hallways labeled “off-limits.” That was only meant for normal gala-goers tonight, though. Next to it, she could see a pink and green Vanguard in a very coif-filled suit and holding a jeweled cane, speaking to a pink-furred, laid-back looking Flower Rabbat with his own redder suit and a rather oversized briefcase, whom she recognized to be her patron Lord Strawberg, and curator Groovejet’s personal assistant Floyd, respectively. They stopped talking, and Floyd went off down the hall. A few moments later, what appeared to be Miyavi ducked out of the crowd and followed after the six-eared organizer.
GM: (Who is Lightrunner talking to?)
Pirrue: doesn't hesitate and sprints off towards the hallway.
GM: (Lightrunner)
“As day~” She said, and turned to leave the room. “Try not to touch anything if you plan on hanging around.” She left the pair looking at each other awkwardly.
“We go party?” Dum points at the door the Flowercat just went through.
Lightrunner: "No, I'm staying here as promised, you can go ahead." motoning towards the door.
GM: (Pirrue)
When she finally reaches the end of the hallway as it splits into a “T,” the two are nowhere to be seen. Figures that they lost her, considering these branches of the hallway went a shorter distance before turning again than the initial stretch.
Pirrue: whistles, then flips a coin. She doesn't know the layout of the museum as well as she'd like, but either way should get her where she's going eventually, right? It comes up tails, and she takes the right fork.
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Aw. No fun without friend.” Dum seemed content to just pout a bit. That ended when his compact lit up. “Ooh! Dum take this.”
... “Ya-huh? ... Ya-huh? Okay!” He flipped the compact closed. “Dum like little mirror things. They let me talk to brother even when brother not here! He say crate is at ‘duh-livry sentur,’ and now he come back! Good thing sen-tur is close.”
Lightrunner: He gives a nod, "Uh-Huh, Yeah. I am not leaving until this package is delivered and on route, I'm not going to get blammed because idiots can't deliver a package." He gives a cold stare, and those glowing eyes flare up a bit, "So until I get a notification of the package being delivered to the address and having the boss say something, I'm not really up for running off."
GM: (Pirrue)
Lucky guess, it seems. The hallway opens out into an octagonal chamber with a high, sky lighted dome ceiling, and a painting in every other alcove. The main attraction, however, was in the center. The Heart Shaped Box was, well, heart shaped, a deep purple, and rather unassuming otherwise, in all honesty. The real show would begin when one turned the key in its hole, transforming it into a large ring that displayed fun and interesting designs on both the inside and outside unique to the person that turned it. Even from here, however, tonight of all nights, something felt... wrong about it. Somewhere far off, the sound of something making a sharp racket quietly echoes down the twisting halls, putting Pirrue’s hair on end. Something was definitely wrong with the box, but she couldn’t put her finger on what.
Pirrue: For the first time, Pirrue feels...trepidation in the presence of the box. Like she's in the room with a crouched monster, ready to pounce. Surely it's all just her imagination, though? Pre-performance jitters. She takes a deep breath and tries to force the uncanny feeling out of her head. There we go. A little tune-up is sure to calm her nerves. She approaches the Box, screwdriver in hand, ready to fiddle with its gears.
GM: (Lightrunner)
After about a minute of waiting, Dee returns.
“Arrow is en route,” he said.
“‘Ahnroot?’ Now you make up word!”
“Shut up! Anyway, driver taking it there shouldn’t know anything about it, so we don’t worry there. We go now.”
“I want go to cafe! On 5th aveenoo and Clover! I want see it arrive at safety house!”
Lightrunner: "I don't want to be out in the open, I'll be near the safe house to watch for anything out of the ordinary, I'll keep in touch." He turns away and starts to walk off, "I'm not up for something stupid like a being out in the open when I'm wanted."
GM: (Pirrue)
As she got closer, she realized it; it looked different.
It looked fake, almost.
But before she could react to this revelation, a hand clamps down on her snout, holding it closed as the other holds a wicked curved blade against her throat, and her assailant’s arms pinned hers as they clamped around her sides.
“Hmmmm... Perfect.” The voice entering her ears were cold, almost serpent-like. “I knew you were perfect.”
GM: (<@!Pirrue>?)
Pirrue: "Mmmph! Mmmmmph!" Pirrue struggles and kicks with all her might against the assailant. Who the hell is this, and what does he think he's doing here?
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Alright. Remember; the corner of 5th and Clover Avenue, known as Cat’s Meow Diner. It will be delivered around back.” Dee slapped his forehead. “What am I say? You just write that on label! You of all people should know!” He gave a chortle at that.
Lightrunner: Lightrunner gave a side look back and and said, "If you guys actually had a brain to use, you would know the address was changed before the deliverance." He said before walking off
GM: (Not even acknowledging that they don’t know it’s going to a new location? XD)
GM: (Lightrunner?)
Lightrunner: (Oh right xD)
Lightrunner: (Fixed haha)
GM: (Pirrue)
“Oh, look at how you struggle. They all do~” He presses the blade against Pirrue’s neck. The metal feels cold. “But if this ain’t love...” he pulls the blade, unleashing a spray of blood onto the floor, “why does it feel so good?”
Pirrue: "ghk."
Pirrue: All Pirrue can feel, or even think about, is pain.
Pirrue: The thought of impending death doesn't even register.
Pirrue: Just pain, and anger, and...frustration.
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Wait!” Dum called, before Lightrunner could reach the open shutter. “When change? Who say?”
Lightrunner: "On the pager, Alphonse Pawe." He said, "Take it with him, not my problem."
GM: (Pirrue)
“I bet you can’t wait to become my latest... masterp... hm?” As Pirrue’s vision began to blur, she thought she could see a rope finish unfurling just above what she initially thought was her Heart Shaped Box. “What the-!” And before they could close for good, the last thing she could see clearly, almost burned into her brain... was a small, hissing canister dropping in front of her face. (Wait.)
GM: (Lightrunner)
“Stop,” said Dee. “Let me check.” He fiddled with his compact and brought up to his face and had a quick, whispered argument. Finally he snapped the compact shut hard enough that Lightrunner thought he heard something in it break, and reared on the Prawn.
“I speak to boss,” he nearly screamed, “and he say he NEVER CHANGE DESTINATION! YOU LIAR!”
GM: (Do you guys think that’s a good place to end it?)
Pirrue: (works for me)
Lightrunner: (Let go ahead and make a last post)
GM: (I just did.)
GM: (Anything you say here would go better at the start of next session, IMO.)
Lightrunner: (fiiine)
GM: (Yay. Let us...)
GM: !end
