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WHO || Burt, Martha, Des, Finnick, Mark, Spike, Arthur [closed]
WHAT || While Finnick continues his celebrity charade, the other Knights have the chance to sneak around and try to find out more information about the mysterious Chad Becksworth's activities...
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans, LA
WHEN || Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012; any time of day
HOW || Actionspam

[ It took a few weeks to process Finnick's fake background paperwork and get his contract with NOVA in order. In the meantime, Burt's been keeping in close touch with Finnick and Des, arranging for different talent coaches to work with their new star on singing, dancing, and all that other crap. He's sent plenty of songs home with Finnick to start learning, and now that everything's processed, he's arranged for him to come to the studio, where he'll be reporting daily to work.

Of course, this gives the Knights the ideal in, as what celebrity doesn't need an entourage? Mark even bought everyone outrageous entourage clothing to wear. 8) You like it. ]

Comments

[bigbad]

Brilliant strategy. [He sounds very dry and very sarcastic.] You do that. I'll try the hiding by knocking out anyone who looks like they'll cause trouble method.

1/2

[nosdacariad]

You mean like her? [ he half points past Spike to where a bank of elevators lines the walls beyond the front desk. ]

[scratchfever]

[ a spot check of at least 8 can see what he's pointing out - since it's pretty obvious at first sight what he's talking about. the tall blonde is dressed in what looks like some kind of black combat suit rendered most notable by the fact that the nails of her hands extend out nearly a full foot into sharp claws. whether it's the suit or her hands under them or some kind of prosthesis is difficult to say, but there's nothing subtle about the message it sends - and no one at the desk seems to be paying any mind to the fact that she's heading upstairs. ]

[bigbad]

Exactly like her. [Spike's spot check was a cool 23, so he definitely sees her, and definitely is suspicious. He stalks after her (move silently 26) without waiting to see if Mark's coming along.]

[nosdacariad]

[ spike gets close enough to see the numbers on the elevator pinging up to the floor right below the top. mark watches around to make sure no one is paying too much attention to them, and then reaches an arm out to catch a different elevator door from closing. ] Shall we?

[bigbad]

Yeah. [He steps into the elevator door after Mark and presses the button.]

[nosdacariad]

[ and mark and spike and anyone else who later wants to hop into this thread and say they were HERE THE WHOLE TIME too climbs inside and listens to the girl from ipanema as the elevator ascends. they're alone at least, so mark leans casually against the wall, making an ... interesting figure with that scarf on. ]

So what do you think she needs those claws for?

[bigbad]

[Man, elevator rides are awkward. Awkward conversation does not make it better.]

Scratching those hard to reach places on her back, maybe.

[nosdacariad]

... I suppose that's one way to do it.

[ 7th floor... 8th floor... ] I was thinking she looks like bodyguard material.

[bigbad]

Or supervillain material.

[nosdacariad]

She didn't have a white cat.

[bigbad]

I didn't say cliche.

[nosdacariad]

I think you mean "classic". [ and the doors ding open~

they open into a long hallway, bordered with windows on the left hand side, and three doorways on the right. a spot check of 12 or more will notice blondie disappearing down through the last door. ]

[bigbad]

I know what I meant. [Spike sees her (spot check 14) and follows quietly (move silently 19), counting on Mark to keep up.]

[nosdacariad]

[ yeah well that was a stupid assumption, spike.

because mark just crit failed his move silently.

why?

because his dumbass scarf got stuck in the elevator doors and yanked him backwards abruptly as they closed, so he's back there making choking noises and clawing at his throat right now. ]

[bigbad]

[Too bad Spike's listen check (29) is way too good for him to ignore that. He sighs, has a short inner struggle with how okay it would be to just leave Mark there and continue on with a mission that would probably go WAY more smoothly without him around, then finally turns and goes back to Mark, slicing through the stupid scarf with a dagger he's got hidden in his pocket. It's entirely to save Mark from choking and not even sort of because he's feeling petty and annoyed at Mark's sassy gay friend life getting in the way of Spike's cool, badass sneaking around.]

Why don't you play look-out? I'll follow the girl, and you can give a shout if company comes.

[nosdacariad]

... Thanks. [ he looks sadly at his shredded scarf, and then stuffs it in a pocket. ] Sounds like a plan.

[bigbad]

[Maybe you should have saved the scarf for a more appropriate setting. Spike nods, slipping the dagger back in his pocket, but he pauses again before following the woman.]

...the armed guards sort of company. Not some poor secretary going about her business.

[nosdacariad]

I know that. [ sure he does.

the door at the end that spike goes through leads into a large, purple auditorium that appears to be entirely empty right now, though the lights are on. The curtain is drawn across the stage. ]

[bigbad]

[Damn, the girl got away. Spike scowls and starts walking down the aisle, eyes and ears open (spot 17, listen 23).]

[scratchfever]

[ not quite. in fact, spike would hear movement above, and see that she's in the lighting booth up above, having just pulled the door closed. the front is glass, and he'd be able to see that she's walking towards someone who's already in there, bent over a computer display. even from here, he can see that it's the same dark skinned tattooed man from jade's club... provided he gets at least a 14 wisdom check to remember. ]

[bigbad]

[Nope, wisdom check of 9. He wasn't paying much attention to the dark skinned tattooed man, apparently. Or he has brain damage from the chip. He looks around briefly for any promising doors that might get him up there (spot 11).]

[scratchfever]

[ club memory magic, remember? he has an excuse.

there only seems to be the staircase that she took up, and they'd probably be able to see him if he went up that way. though right now, she's leaning over the man's shoulder, looking at the screen and frowning. ]

[bigbad]

[Club memory magic is so convenient. Spike's gonna go ahead and risk them seeing him. He creeps up behind them (move silently 14).]

[scratchfever]

[ heading up the steps takes him out of view of the glass momentarily, as the door that leads to the booth is solid. when he makes it to the top step, however, it's thrown open inward, and there's miss claws herself, staring down at him. there's a flicker of recognition on her features, as she stares at him. ]

You were very foolish to come here. [ she seems to have some sort of vaguely eastern european accent going on. ]