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[behindcloseddoors]

The Rock - Harry Chapin

WHO ||Deryn, Alice, Sara, Frankie [closed]
WHAT ||The Knights investigate a mysterious transmission...
WHERE || New York
WHEN || Late March 2016
HOW || Actionspam

[A garbled, static-filled transmission, encoded in a Shadow language, has made its way to the Knights attention, seemingly linked to a series of similar transmissions last year.  Equipped with a decoding program by the Dragon's Hoard, the Knights head to a set of railroad tracks that were mentioned, to try to see what this is all about... ]

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[mabeljuice]

[meanwhile, Mabel is wandering around the room with wide eyes like she belongs here.]

Ooooh fancy~ Vigilante justice must pay out the butt.

[theshadowspeaks]

[ Deryn had vanished into one of the hotel rooms when they arrived for a second peaking back out when Dipper asked his question, stepping on back out of the room... with a bag of cheetos he was opening. ]

What does Vigilante mean again? My English is not the best.

[thetokenaussie]

It means these two think we're not operating within the law. [Which depending on the Mission wasn't entirely inaccurate to be honest...]

It's not that simple. [Frankie dropping a set of keys on the table as she so helpfully adds;] But the pay doesn't suck.

[lowvi]

I don't think secret government organization is that much better than secret vigilante organization. [Dipper may have some authority problems. Just a few.] But you don't have any badges, right? None that you've shown anyway.

[thetokenaussie]

I don't know. It sounds cooler. [Tone dry enough that it's hard to tell if she's joking or not.

Dropping into a seat at the table.]

Nope. [The least informative.] I've got a swipe card and a credit card but I don't think that's what you're after.

[theshadowspeaks]

Nope, but I have snacks?

[ He answered as he started to work on the cheetos. He's new, sorry Dipper.]

[lowvi]

I mean, I wouldn't turn down either of those. [A beat. Whoops, probably not something he should say out loud. He clears his throat and takes a seat at the table as well.]

So what is it you guys actually do?

[mabeljuice]

Besides do all that crazy action movie stuff I didn't think anyone does in real life.

[JUST GONNA MAKE HERSELF AT HOME. she gestures at deryn.] Snack me, friend.

[theshadowspeaks]

I'm new, I don't do much.

[ he offers the cheetos over to Mabel with a grin. Pulling a bag from aside the chair he had flopped in and putting it between them a whole bag of snacks.]

It's my first time in America. I was told Americans have amazing snacks!

[thetokenaussie]

Yeah, that's a myth. [The hint of a wry grin touching her lips as she gently rains on Deryn's parade.

She's Australian okay. She was born to argue that Australia has the best snacks.]

And I shot some tyres, I'm not Jason Bourne. [Though at least she appears to see how it might have looked that way, still with the grin.]

We, investigate things. Strange occurrences, unexplained deaths. The kind of stuff that local authorities aren't able to handle. We specialize in the unusual I guess.

[lowvi]

That's what we do. [Dipper sounds somewhere between excited, annoyed, and jealous. They probably have actual money and technology, but also that's his and Mabel's schtick. There are people who do it professionally?]

[mabeljuice]

'Cept we don't get paid. [om nom snacks.]

[lowvi]

Nope, we just get the thrill of adventure and satisfaction of helping people. Getting paid sounds way better.

[theshadowspeaks]

It is a bonus, but I bet you guys have a lot of fun. We have rules we have to follow and such. You guys make up your own right?

[ He asked curiously between cheetos. Looking over to Frankie.] Really? Where are the best ones? I want to go there next.

[mabeljuice]

Rules schmules. [she waves her hand.] Being a sibling duo that travels the world, solve mysteries, and punches things does not keep you in Sudoku books and thrift store rhinestone scrunchies.

[thoughtful chewing] Also we spent our last three months of savings on Hamilton tickets.

[lowvi]

So worth it. [It was about history and had lots of music! THE PERFECT INTERSECTION OF THEIR INTERESTS. Could have used more secret codes.]

Not to mention rent and food. Turns out you can't eat fun. Or rhinestone scrunchies. [A beat.] Well, you can, but you really shouldn't.

[theshadowspeaks]

You guys should just come with us back to headquarters.

[ He's new, he doesn't know any better.]

[thetokenaussie]

Australia. [For Deryn. Yep her bias is showing in her accent.] We prefer creative problem solving, rather than making our own but it's, basically the same thing, yeah. [Grinning wryly.]

Sometimes you gotta bend a few rules here and there to get the job done. [Ya know. Like firing a weapon in a public space and taking off before the cops show up.

If anyone thinks that Frankie is going to contradict Deryn though?] Can't make any promises but... hey at worst? Free trip to London, right?

[lowvi]

[Dipper looks over at Mabel.]

...is this an actual job offer? Cause London's really far away and I'd love a free trip there but again, bills to pay, and I don't know how much time off I can get with short notice. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm happy to quit, but they might not rehire me and then I'd have to job hunt again....

[mabeljuice]

[Mabel PUNCHES HIM IN THE ARM.] He's joking! My brother... such a comedian.

[theshadowspeaks]

I want to go there then, I want to try the snacks.

It could be, I took a shot in the dark and got a job. I'm sure if were wrong Wynn would at least make sure you both got home. I don't know though, it's always worth a shot.

[ He gave a shrug and offered the rest of the bag over to Mabel. ] I dont like these. To much cheese dust, want them?

[thetokenaussie]

[Barely hiding her amusement as Mabel punches Dipper. She has brothers okay. Watching them makes her a little homesick.]

What he said. [Shrugging.] Wynn's the boss so, he's the only one who can make it official but... [She takes a quiet moment to consider them both.

Leaning in.] Did I mention we have a private jet?