mission ♔ chicago

[rationalizes]

WHO || Gar, Kat, Mark, Dumage, Martha, Myri, Buffy, Sven, Spike [Closed]
WHAT || MISSIONY SHENANIGANS
WHERE || Chicago.
WHEN || Monday Feb 27th -Saturday Mar 3rd
HOW || Actionspam

Did you all think you were going to get to spend your whole mission time just watching Dawson's Creek and going to bars and reading trashy romance novels and watching cats fly while Gar did all the work all week long?

Nice try.

Various duties are below - your characters will be dragged along on some of them over the course of the week. Feel free to pick and choose what your character might have volunteered (or been "volunteered") for.

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TUESDAY || STAKEOUT

[nosdacaraid]

[This is quite possibly the most boring job in the history of jobs, which is maybe why Mark draws the short straw so many days this week. Either way, it's also an optimal job to stick one or two squires on with him.

It... mostly involves sitting in a car parked across the street from the Hoffman Institute campus, watching who enters the main building where Gar's working for Dr. Hoffman. And noting anyone who "looks suspicious".

In reality, this translates to listening to lots of Hispanic radio stations to stay awake, eating all the Chinese food, and being bored out of your minds.]

WED || RESEARCH MODE

[shootfirst]

[Meanwhile, Kat spends a lot of her afternoons spread out all over the main living room area, with her laptop and lots of snacks and the TV blaring. For those who are tech minded, or want to go the old fashioned route and get books from the library or check old newspapers, she'll welcome to the company and assistance in doing Research checks on the Hoffman Institute. (Feel free to roll your check and put it in your subject line and I'll tell you what you guys find!)]

THURSDAY || INFILTRATION

[postergirl]

[So Gar's gig doesn't give her much of a chance to explore the campus of the Institute beyond the main building where she works. Which is problematic, since she's still waiting for a good window of time to really break into his office and do her thing. Sure, she managed to get Kat access to tap his e-mails but that only goes so far.

Either way, Dumage spends her week arguing that she could do this all much better than Gar could, and so finally Gar relents and tells her that she can attempt to get inside some of the other buildings to at least plant bugs and cameras.

So she acquires a couple fake service outfits and plans to go in as a sexy elevator repair person. Good thing she knows jack all about elevator repair, but Kat claims she has that covered.

WHO WANTS TO GO UNDERCOVER AS HER ASSISTANT(S)?]

FRIDAY || INFORMATION SIFTING

[rationalizes]

[It's been a long week for Gar, whose work day really only starts by the time she leaves her "job" as Miranda to come back to the hotel. She's managed to create numerous document scans, upload files to thumb drives, take photos and video backlogs from security archives... but that means there is a shit ton of information to root through in an attempt to find anything worthwhile. For those with the patience, she'd really appreciate help with this headache of a job.

Isn't spywork glamorous 8| ]

[slays]

[ Buffy is sitting in the passenger's seat -- sucks to be whoever the other squire is because they're in back. She has one leg curled up, and she's sitting sideways facing Mark and, effectually, the front of the Hoffman Institute campus. She's poking at a carton of chinese food with chopsticks and she finally slurps back the rest of her lo mein noodles which had been classily dangling from her mouth.

Yep.

It's gonna be a long night.

Chew, chew, swallow. She starts rambling again. At least she's entertaining. ] So, we just sit here. Watching. [ Hrnnngh. ] Can watching at least include the playing of a game? It's not like an eye-requiring game. No spying.

...3

[bigbad]

[Spike reluctantly starts looking through papers, but he's very distracted, and somewhat more interested in stealing snacks, watching the TV, and pacing restlessly. Yeah, best research assistant ever.]

When do we actually do things?

a natural 1 .........

[thebetrayer]

[Sven too! They're like the best roommates ever, in addition to being the best research assistants ever.]

Not any time soon, apparently.

[^ snitty voice. He's walking across the living room carrying a stack of books and newspapers he found ... somewhere, when he manages to trip over Kat's laptop cord, yanking said cord out of the socket. He tries to toss the books and shit away from him so they aren't included in the glorious fall he's taking, but they go in the direction of an end table containing (1) lit candle, which they knock into, bringing the candle down with them on to floor. NOW THEY ARE KINDLING.

And if anyone cares, Sven hit his head on the coffee table. It hurt a lot. 8( ]

[bigbad]

[OH GOOD JOB SVEN YOU ARE EVEN MORE FAIL AT THIS THAN SPIKE IS. Spike tries to dodge away reflex 8 but the candle lands on his leg, setting it ablaze even as he tries to move away. He lets out an agonised shout and manages to dump a glass of water on it before it manages to do more than 5 damage. But still. Ow, his leg.]

Bloody hell! Learn to walk, you clumsy git!

[thebetrayer]

[He yells back from the floor:] It wasn't me! The cord was in the way! [He then waves his hand around to point to ... the cord he currently can't see anywhere.]

[nosdacaraid]

I don't see why not. [In fact, his eyes light up at the prospect. And then suddenly dim as he narrows them] ... It's not Truth or Dare, is it?

[slays]

Why, are you allergic to Truth or Dare? [ A beat. It's rhetorically judgy. She shakes her head. ] Nah, I mean, there's not really dare-room in here. I was thinking more along the lines of Anywhere but Here.

[shootfirst]

[And with an exceptionally amazing Nat 20, Kat manages to grab her laptop as it start going FLYING THROUGH THE AIR, and not even fall over while doing it. She turns with wide eyes towards the guy on fire and the ... big mess of burned up papers over there]

Those were library books, guys!

[nosdacaraid]

[He turns his head towards her slowly to fix her with a lowered gaze expression of you-can't-pull-one-over-on-me and says very seriously:] You can't be allergic to a game.

... But sure, sounds fun.




How does that uh, how does that work?

[slays]

[ ... Is he serious. That serious look she can't -- Duh. Duh. But she is just shaking it off in favor of explaining. ]

You know. Like, if you could be anywhere but here, where would you be? Paint me a picture. Extra points for serious imagination.

[bigbad]

[Spike pulls up his trouser leg, looking mildly dismayed when he notices how charred they've gotten, and slightly more dismayed when he notices that his leg's a bit charred too.]

Maybe you should have used electric lights. Less of a hazard.

[vantol]

At least you caught your laptop? [He starts to sit up. Yeeeah even if he had like a 200 in charisma he would not be able to save this situation.]

[nosdacaraid]

But if you give me points and I give you points, how is that scoring method gonna be fair?

[slays]

It doesn't matter if the scoring method is fair 'cause the point's not winning. It's to not feel bored to the point of head explosion.

[shootfirst]

[She sets the laptop down unceremoniously on the couch, yanking the cord away from you walking disasters 8| And stalks past Sven to Spike, looking down at his pant leg and rolling her eyes. She makes a really quick motion with the fingers of her other hand that looks like she's miming stitching something, and then snaps.]

Repairum. [The fabric immediately starts to grow back to its original uncharred form, looking good as new. She folds her arms and spins on her heel to glare at Sven]

Maybe you guys should do your research on the roof or something.

[nosdacaraid]

Oh. [That explanation seems to satisfy him and he turns to look out the window, thoughtfully for a second] Well, there would definitely be more trees than this.

... How much do we have to adhere to the boundaries of reality?

[slays]

Zero much. [ She struggles with the chopsticks for a moment -- stupid things. Muscle memory, don't fail her now. -- and then stuffs another bite of lo mein in her mouth. ]

[nosdacaraid]

Ok, well then...

There would definitely have to be a forest. Made of candy.

[slays]

[ There's a stifled snort because wow is he a 7-year-old girl. But, okay. She furrows her brow and tries to look serious and not ... choke on chinese food. Which she swallows before speaking. ] What kind of candy? Is this like a forest filled with gummy animals, or are the trees candy canes with cotton candy or are they licorice?

[nosdacaraid]

I'm pretty sure every respectable candy forest has all of the above.

[slays]

Hard candy too, then, huh? [ She gives a nod. This is acceptable. ] So, you'd just wanna be alll by yourself in a big candy forest? That's it?