EVENT ★ THE HEIST

[futurologists]

THE HEIST THE GALA The atrium is packed with wealthy attendees decked out in their finest, most ostentatious clothing; most of the guests are the humanlike native Borivoskans, though there are a few aliens at the gala as well. A string quartet plays unfamiliar but beautiful music that floats throughout the atrium underneath the sound of chattering. Almost everyone seems friendly, and some might try to strike up a conversation. Aside from the guests, there are waiters with plates of hors d'oeuvres both strange and familiar. They come from all across the galaxy, and they’re all delicious. There's conversation, drinks, and dancing in the atrium, but guests are allowed to break off from the party and explore the rest of the museum as well. Each of its finest pieces of history are on display, accompanied by roaming staff who are more than happy to share interesting facts about them. And if you want to get away from the crowds, there are a few enclaves off the atrium where one can have a bit of privacy. MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE At a precise time during the evening, all recruits' magitek should beam a synchronized, silent notice from George: it's time. Those assigned to remain in the gala should stay where they are (along with those who were not assigned a job). It's here that recruits must keep eyes and ears off the rest of the team as they split off into groups and seek out a path to the stolen Vyri diamond. Mingle, make friends, and drink -- but stay alert, since you never know when you'll need to distract a nosy guard or a curious partygoer. Keep suspicion off your teammates and it'll be smooth sailing. The seven teams assigned to make their way to the Vyri diamond have a number of options. George has provided maps of the museum along with suggested routes, though recruits are under no obligation to follow his directions; the only things you need to do are avoid cameras, guards, and raising too much suspicion, and steal the diamond back to complete your mission. How each team proceeds through the museum is up to players, but we have a few suggested paths: Through the air vents. Across the roof. Through the museum itself. Through the sewers? Any combination of the above. Or your own idea! Whether one or all teams reach the diamond, before they can make their escape, alarms suddenly go off. It seems your heist did not go unnoticed. There's a quick, staticky message from George across the magitek: "Oh no, oh no -- quickly, get out --" But it's too late. No matter where each Audentes recruit is, whether they're at the gala or fleeing from the museum or on the other side of town, they'll suddenly be hit by an immobilizing beam of white light. It's blinding and terrifying, and those who struggle too much will find themselves blacking out into unconsciousness. Somewhere in the distance, the native gala attendees scream. And then -- To be continued . . . OOC NOTES This log takes place over one IC day and two OOC weeks. In other words, the next log will begin directly where this log left off. Hope you like cliffhangers! As noted in this post, application acceptance and processing will be closing 18 June, to be reopened 5 August. In addition, hiatus missions and ALASTAIR-provided AC bank rewards will be closed 18 June to 20 August. Please direct all questions about Leramzen to this thread. Questions about the game in general should be directed to the FAQ. You may submit mission ideas or player plots at any time. COMING SOON: Dedicated hiatus mission page, mission summaries, and more!

Comments

galaaaaa

[deemed]

[This party is... possibly one of least enjoyable things Odinson's ever done, and he's fought his way out of the stomach of a space monster. The food is too small, the alcohol comes in tiny breakable glasses, and everyone just has to stand around and make polite conversation. It's mindnumbingly dull.

Thankfully he's imposing enough to scare off everyone but the drunkest of partygoers who feel the need to ask if he's real and can they touch his biceps. He's made a tactical retreat into the galleries to avoid them. He runs into Peter there, looking at some old vases.]

Wait a moment, and I will see- [He pulls a museum map from out of his suit's breast pocket, unfolding it so Peter can see as well.]

It does not seem to be far.

advanced sry if at some point peter will wanna touch his biceps

[offkey]

So there really is a dinosaur exhibit?

[ Sweet.

He glances from man to map and then back again.

Huh. There's something eerily familiar about him. Like. Seriously. He's got a kind of ... godliness??? There's something Avengers-y about him???

Peter isn't sure he's ready to believe in more doubles of the people he knows; it's weird enough knowing he's got a double of himself. But ... yeah, he's definitely gonna stick around this guy for a bit, see if he can figure this out.

And besides, in the event of a fight, Peter definitely wants him on his team. ]

Lead the way, my good man.

it's ok if it is spidey.

[deemed]

[Odinson nods, folds the map and puts it back in his pocket, then leads the way.]

You are one of the Audentes, are you not? [The young man looks familiar, but that's probably just because he's a team mate and he's seen him around Oska.]

perfect. ty for your permission buddy

[offkey]

Uh-huh.

[ Peter is about 80% paying attention to Odinson. The other 20% is curiously glancing at passing displays while they head towards the long-awaited dinosaur exhibit. ]

Uh - yeah. I guess that's what I am. [ What he means is that, yep - this is his life now and he's gotta accept it. ] Got the initiation with those killer robots and everything.

np bro. us avengers gotta avenge together

[deemed]

A challenging introduction. [For some.

But he knows what it's like. He himself was dropped in the middle of a zombie apocalypse type situation.]

Do you feel you have found your feet yet?

fistbumps

[offkey]

Yeah, that's - uh. One way to put it.

[ Ah, zombie apocalypses ... Peter would count his lucky stars he got killer robots instead of the undead trying to eat his brains if he knew. ]

Honestly? I don't really know. I mean, what passes for normal feet-finding around here?

[deemed]

Do you feel confident that you will be able to achieve what is asked of you?

[It's a practical definition.]

[offkey]

[ Well, okay, if we're gonna go the super practical route, Peter has no real choice but to answer as practically as he can too.

He nods. ]

I guess. I mean, I'm still here, aren't I?

[deemed]

That you are. [He almost smiles.]

As team mates, we ought be better acquainted. I am called Odinson, of Asgardia and Earth, god of thunder.