gatwick ♔ trying to make sense of it all

[unhappily]

WHO || Skye, Stiles, Kenzi, Kyomi, Regina, Professor Henry Bogdanovich [closed]
WHAT ||  The Knights escort  a Professor from the airport
WHERE || Gatwick, London
WHEN || Late May, 2016 [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ According to their mission dossier, while Bogdanovich is a certified genius, he's also a bit of a flake.  They'll have to make certain that he doesn't get into any trouble or wander off, while keeping an eye out for potential kidnappers or spies who might be after his research.

In order to avoid drawing attention to his arrival, Wynn says that they've arranged to meet him at the baggage claim inside the airport.  The file contains a photograph of the professor as well.  ]

Comments

[sakurasmile]

[since she doesn't notice the kerfuffle at the front of the doors that's in Stiles' line of sight, she focuses on the ginger.]

And that fellow has rubbish taste in luggage...

[hacker]

What task? Are you expecting me to go surveilling the men's room in case he made a pit stop? Because I don't see you pointing him out either.

[unhappily]

[ regina turns to narrow her eyes at her, opening her mouth to retort, when suddenly -

from ancient-looking speakers mounted on columns and in corners around the terminal, a crackling, barely comprehensible message blares out.

"Will the party here to meet Dr. Henry..."

a hesitant, slightly nasal voice interrupts. "Um... actually, it's 'professor', not 'doctor'."

"Whatever," says the first voice, sounding gruff and impatient.

"They work for the Knights," says the nasal voice. "But that might be secret."

regina's eyes look ready to roll right out of her head.

"Not no more, it isn't," says the first voice. "Look, whoever's here to meet Professor Bog-... Bogda... how the heck do you say this? Bohg-da-NO-vich?"

"Bog-DAN-ovich," replies the nasal voice. "All together... really quickly... Bogdanovich."

"Right," says the first voice crisply. "Anyone here who actually wants Professor B, should pick up a white courtesy phone before we strangle him." ]

[sakurasmile]

[Kyomi's eyes go wide for a second, and then she grabs Stiles' arm and begins turning him back towards the others.] Aye. I think we found 'em, yeah?

[hacker]

[ Skye's eyes widen in panic, fixed on Regina's as their scuffle is interrupted by, well, the worst thing ever. No, literally, not only is it that someone else got him first, but they apparently suck at it. Shenanigans. This is just embarrassing. A moment later, she wrenches herself free of the frozen panic of shock and begins scanning for a white courtesy phone (spot 19). ]

[killingtodeath]

Yeah, we should get to the others. [Stiles is trying to figure out if the thing about strangling the guy is legit or just annoyance (sense motive 24) but also looking for the phone while he walks back with Kyomi (spot 14).]

[unhappily]

[ several such white phones are placed conveniently around the area, and skye and stiles both spot the same one as they re-convergence.

for what it's worth, it doesn't sound like the threat is a serious one. ]

But who found him first?

[sakurasmile]

Friendly, yet exasperated TSA agents? [Kyomi crosses her arms over her chest and looks hopeful.]

[killingtodeath]

[With the group reassembled, Stiles takes it upon himself to pick up the phone. He's the leadery guy, right? He's supposed to do this stuff... He thinks, anyway.]

Hello?

[unhappily]

[ "Hello? Are you calling for the Professor? Please say yes." ]

[killingtodeath]

Yeah. Yes, we are. Who am I speaking with, exactly?

[hacker]

[ vibrates nervously in front of him like ? ? ?? while mouthing, "who is it? what's happening??" ]

[unhappily]

[ "I work at the desk. Here." they apparently pass that phone off as fast as possible after that, because it's the professor who answers next.

"Uh, hello. There. The er, silver dragon flies at midnight." ]

[sakurasmile]

[Kyomi raises an eyebrow at Stiles, but given he doesn't seem to have Panic Face (TM), it must be okay... but still weird.]

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles glances around, sort of confused because he sure doesn't remember anything about code phrases. But the silver dragon mention is pretty easy to pick up on.

To Skye he mouths back "professor."]

Sure does, buddy. We've been waiting for you down here at baggage claim.

[unhappily]

[ "Wait. How do I know I can trust you? You might be, well. Vagabonds of some sort." ]

[killingtodeath]

I can assure you that we are definitely vagabonds, but we're the ones you're looking for. We're from the Karthur Institute. [For all that he's joking with a casual ease, there's a sincerity in his voice that's hard to deny (diplomacy nat 20).]

You'll forgive me if I'm hesitant to prove it until we're in person.

[unhappily]

[ "Very well," he says hesitantly "Where are you now? I'll come meet you." ]

[hacker]

[ still mouthing over here "WHAT'S HE SAYING!!" with some hand-flailing to go with it. ]

[killingtodeath]

[Stiles holds up a finger to ask Skye to wait because it's not like he can give her a full update right now okay.]

We're in baggage claim. I'm the guy in the red plaid shirt flanked by four ladies that are way out of our league, buddy. Can't miss us.

[unhappily]

[ regina raises an unimpressed eyebrow at that, arms folded, but he agrees and hangs up. ] Not giving you any trouble, is he?

[killingtodeath]

[He hangs up and turns to the others.]

He's nervous, so just... try not to bombard him when he gets down here. I think we're cool, though.

[unhappily]

[ at that moment, bags begin to tumble across the conveyor and people crowd up a bit to look for theirs. Everyone may make spot checks to keep an eye out for the professor ]

[sakurasmile]

[(spot 37)] I'm gettin' the impression this guy must be a bit more of a nutter than initially advertised.

[hacker]

So he's ... not under any duress?

[ what ? ? ?? ]