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[shootfirst]

♬ Baby, You're a Rich Man - Beatles

WHO || Thomas, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena Gilbert, Burt, ??, ??, ?? [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights begin a three-prong recon mission to push forward their intelligence operations on NOVA Records
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans
WHEN || Monday, Oct 15th [Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Towering above our heroes is the fifteen-story NOVA Record Headquarters, an L-shaped structure tipped with a winged roof, covered in reflective window linings that paint a portrait of the New Orleans skyline across its panels. Foot traffic streams in and out, a parade of Bluetooth wearing suits, women in nine-inch heels, and extravagantly dressed stars surrounded by guards and entourage members.

But the lavish exterior hides a dark secret or two, and the Knights have sworn to shine a light on all of them.

Why is a record company funding a church that supports Shadowkind slavery? What are the 'experiments' for which they're buying up Shadowkind DNA, and how does it relate to the mysterious behavioral-control chip found in the displacer beast released in the museum? And, of course, what do they want with Jade, and what do they know about the Lazarus Talisman's current location?

Answers are rarely straightforward on their journey, and it looks like another complication or two are on the way.... ]

Comments

Pre-Mission

[rationalizes]

[ Disguise is the rule of the day, according to new mission leader Sir Bancroft. Considering that NOVA appeared to be tracking their movements the last time that they were here, and knew the faces of those involved in originally contacting Jade, it might be a good idea not to skimp on that step. Particularly because the couple months away might have alleviated some of the surveillance, if NOVA's come to believe the Knights have given up on their lead here...

So break out those Disguise checks and come talk strategy, bitch about mission partners, and help each other with makeup and hair.

Gar sits on the common room couch at the moment, dressed in a striking black outfit that's entirely uncharacteristic of her usual conservative wear, complete with dark, smoky make-up and tousled hair that make her resemble a total stranger to someone who doesn't look twice. She's fretting with a tube of lipstick and a hand mirror at the moment. ]

[slay]

[ buffy's gone balls to the wall on this disguise check -- with the way thomas had been pushing it, and the knowledge that they'd hacked into the drakenet made it hard not to stress. so, with a disguise check of 20, she opted past the makeup and clothing stage and was currently working at stuffing blonde hair under a short black wig that matched her short black dress. she grimaced as the netting pinched, but got it under control well enough, then hurried over to take the lipstick from gar. ]

Go any darker, and you'll be trying out for Suicide Girls. You look fine. Great, even. And very much not-you. [ beat. ] Not that ... you don't usually look great. Just, y'know, a different kind of great.

[rationalizes]

No offense taken. [ she sets the lipstick on the stand beside her and gives buffy a once-over ] An entirely different Buffy. Very effective! Perhaps I should have gone with a wig...

[slay]

Believe me, you're not missing out. I give it an hour before I start itching like Baloo, scratching my head on whatever trees are nearby. [ she checks it in the mirror, adjusting. ] You don't think it's too much?

[bigbad]

[Spike actually made an effort on this disguise thing, no matter how grudgingly. Unfortunately? He crit failed. But when he stomps out of his room, he doesn't seem aware of how much of a disaster his outfit is.]

When are we leaving? This suit itches.

[slay]

Maybe it has something to do with the flea market you apparently got it at. [ seriously what the fuck bro. there aren't even words for the expression on her face rn. ]

[rationalizes]

Erm... Spike, don't you think that outfit might um, stand out a bit? It's hardly hat weather in New Orleans.

[bigbad]

[HE'S NOT DRESSED AS ALICE BTW, THE LINK CHANGED. HE'S RANDY GILES.]

I don't look like me, right? That's the whole point of this disguise bollocks.

[slay]

Debatable. [ because you look like a dumb bitch. which is not unlike looking like you ... but she dismisses her snark and explains, ] The secondary goal being to go unnoticed. You stick out like a sore thumb; the only place you'll be blending in is a Circus.

[witchwoman]

[Meanwhile, Myri has been fussing with her new disguised look. We'll assume that the girls helped her pick out a dress and helped dye her hair because lord knows even with a nat 20 check, she'd be clueless. To her credit, she rolled a 13, so I guess she helped her lady friends out with the project.

She emerges a brunette in an expensive green dress. And while the look is a striking difference, there's no mistaking that look of 'I feel silly in this'.

She doesn't say a word, just steps shyly into the common area and listens to the familiar sounds of mom and dad Buffy and Spike bickering.]

[rationalizes]

Oh, Myri! You look wonderful! And certainly different... [ thank god subject change ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des rolled a nine. So he pretty much looks the same as he always does, except now he's wearing a suit. A suit that he might have stolen out of a theater prop department. Good job, Des.

WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT A SUBJECT CHANGE?]

Unless he's looking to unbleach his pretty blonde tresses, the hat's necessary.

[bigbad]

See? The hat's fine. [Spike turns and grins at Myri and her new dark hair.] Thoguh I suppose I could go your route too. Wouldn't look as good on me, though.

[rationalizes]

Looking rather... dapper, Mr. Descant. [ yes that is the word she was looking for ]

[65]

[ukw finnick doesn't need a disguise ok. his job in the mission is to be finnick. but he for the record he rolled a 13, so he's not looking none too special. but let's be real a 13 for finnick is like a 20 for anyone else so he's still fucking fabulous.he seems to have discovered leather. and he has been in the corner eating rock candy, fangirling myri, and making internal catty criticisms.]

I think the team look as a whole is really coming together. [i.e. most of you look kind of ridiculous. but hey at least it's not the capitol. you could be painting yourselves green and pink.]

[shootfirst]

[ ♬ Just A Girl - No Doubt

from the opposite door comes an unenthusiastic, familiar voice, that sounds as uncomfortable as possible. ]

Anyone laughs, you are getting punched in the face.

[ standing there awkwardly is kat, who looks nothing like her usual self at all. gone is the leather jacket and combat boots, replaced with a low-cut bright red stretchy blouse and flowered skirt, bright red nails, fluffed hair, bright red lipstick, and a pair of heels that she looks more than a little unsteady on. she picks one foot up and itches her exposed calf with the toe of one shoe, grimacing. ]

Or stabbed with one of these heels.

[slay]

Holy Kat. [ buffy's eyes widen in a way that's really pretty gay tbh when kat comes out. she's officially distracted from making fun of spike even, which she was totally planning on doing up until like five seconds ago. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike smirks at her, looking amused in a way that no one in his outfit can ever really justifiably be.]

Well, well. Looks like someone traded in our Kat for a real girl.

[shootfirst]

If this is your concept of 'reality', that would explain a lot about your hat choice.

[bigbad]

[He wouldn't tease if it didn't bother her so much. Still, he pulls off the hat and scowls.] Got a better idea?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is too busy wolf whistling in his corner.

He fears not the heels nor the punches.]

[witchwoman]

[Myri walks over the stand next to Kat.]

I think you look very pretty, Sir Kat. But I prefer your other clothes.

[shootfirst]

[ it's a good thing that myri's words diffuse the moment after des' whistling, because kat breaks off her death glare in his direction to look at her friend. ]

... At least someone here has taste. [ she narrows her eyes at des again, but at least doesn't look ready to ax murder him this time ] Not another peep, Mister.