sao paulo ♔ see her tail lights vanish in the dark

[starprince]

Thief- The Fratellis

WHO || Poe, Natasha, Ward, Amy, Miles, Peter [closed]
WHAT || The Knights investigate a bizarre clue in an art theft
WHERE || Nara Roesler Gallery, Brazil
WHEN || Before the concert, time-line wise
HOW || Actionspam 

The Knights are met by the sun elf curator of the exhibit at the Gallery in Sao Paulo, a golden skinned man named Elluin, who wears an expensively tailored suit with a skinny black tie, his long white hair tied up in a man bun. Yep. He walks them to the place where the piece had been on the wall, now vacant. A balustrade blocks off the area from the public, and a small placard hangs beside the blank space.

"It is the strangest thing. The pages were actually tacked to the wall in place of the painting. There can be no doubt that they were left on purpose."

Comments

[keptbiting]

[ left there on purpose doesn't really mean it's a clue though, just a mocking replacement. amy probably would have left farside cutouts, but you know. to each their own. ]

Could you tell us more about the break in itself? Point of entry, roundabout when it was, all that jazz.

[ serious copper lingo here aight ]

[krasnayapautina]

Security cameras? [That's what she's curious about.]

[newgenwraith]

[not everyone needs to be asking questions, so Poe is going to just take his time looking at the spot, and then leaning in to look at the placard to see if maybe the description of the art ties into what's going on. But then he realizes that it's not Aurebesh and he can get a few of the Basic words, but not anything fancy]

[starprince]

[ the man shakes his head. "Whoever this was, was a... how do you say, master thief. All security cameras were disabled, no clear sign of point of entry, our lasers randomly scan this room and no alarms went off. It was as if a ghost itself took the painting."

poe reads the description, which unfortunately is written in portuguese and elvish, not english... ]

Last I checked, ghosts didn't so much have solid hands for grabbing things.

[betrayed]

[He nods, listening to the information.]

How were the cameras disabled? On site or remotely?

[starprince]

[ "On site. Someone literally unplugged them." ]

[betrayed]

And there's no footage prior to someone unplugging them that's available? [If it's an onsite job, he wants to believe that there's something there to look for.]

[starprince]

[ "Apparently it was somehow... deleted." he looks pretty embarrassed ok ]

Someone sleeping on the job over here?

[newgenwraith]

Did you get any prints off the plug?

[someone's been watching way too much CSI]

[betrayed]

[If they went to all the trouble to delete the tapes, Ward doesn't think they'd leave their fingerprints on anything, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]

Has anyone made any specific inquiries about security or about this wing or the art?

[starprince]

[ he shakes his head.

"We've no such inquiries at all, not recently. Believe me, if we had found anything in the search, I would willingly volunteer that information." ]

[cuivre]

[Meanwhile, Miles is just casually walking around, searching for clue.

He's apparently blind (search 5).]

[keptbiting]

[ amy is equally blind, probably to the point that she and miles run into each other. wow guys, fucking wow. SHE ONLY PRETENDS TO BE A POLICE WOMAN. after that stellar display of stupidity, amy moves to peer at the placard next to the missing painting. ]

Was the painting itself significant?

some warehouse in spain

[starprince]

[ one trip to spain later...



so, despite the fact that the letter uncovered from the curator's drawer was written from another curator of a museum, the return address was not actually of a museum. in fact, it's led them to what appears to be an entirely abandoned warehouse, which they are now standing outside of. ]

... Man, they've really cut down on the arts funding, huh?

[cuivre]

[Blink blink.]

Anyone else getting hella creepy vibes or is it just me?

[He's still walking toward it, though.]

[starprince]

We sure we've got the right place?

[cuivre]

It's gotta be, right? The address matches, doesn't it?

[krasnayapautina]

Who wants to bet if we just stroll on in, the place blows zero-point-five seconds later?

[She's not sure she's ready to chance that, ok. She's looking for another way in that isn't the front -- um, door. (search 16). ]

[starprince]

[ there does seem to be a rooftop entrance, accessible perhaps by an artful climb up that old fire escape... ]

Doesn't anybody make their traps original these days?

[krasnayapautina]

Mmmnope. Apparently not. I hope you all brought your climbing and-slash-or asskicking boots today.. [She nods her head towards the fire escape.]

[starprince]

Finally, some action. [ he rubs his hands together, then cracks his knuckles, and makes a running start to jump up and grab the fire escape, pulling himself up. it's v impressive. change your panties ladies (climb 17) ] You guys coming, or you gonna stand down there with your thumbs up your butts?

[cuivre]

[Miles glances over to see if anyone else wants to go first, but he just goes for it, pulling himself up the fire escape with ease (climb 22).

Looks like they're changing their panties again.]

[newgenwraith]

I prefer the non-explody entrance myself.

[give him a moment to just enjoy those two fine men and their climbing skills (and asses) on the climb before he starts up himself (climb 15).]

[krasnayapautina]

[ brb, rolling her eyes ever so slightly at the show of testosterone before climbing up herself | climb 18 ]

[starprince]

[ star-lord, in the meantime, has gone to find the door, and says loudly and sarcastically: ] Problem guys. It's locked. Guess we gotta go home. [ he's just gonna... draw his gun... ]