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epidemiology2018-05-03 11:08 am
secondnature) wrote in epidemiology2018-05-03 11:08 am
[open] i would give it all
CHARACTERS: Keith + anyone willing to help
DATE: From the opening of the upper levels to the end of the mission (with caveats that conditions will change depending on overall game plot parameters)
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: A purple bounty! Keith has decided to rename himself Robin Hood. Or, more accurately, he's stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. (mood music)
[All his life, Keith had always preferred action over words. Associating with other people can be difficult. In fact, it can almost be impossible when the going gets tough. Becoming a Voltron paladin had been an answer for him. He could help people. He could fight. He wouldn't have to think too hard about it all, because he could follow Shiro.
And then ... things changed. Things changed back home and things changed here, most recently as a member of Hathaway. There's a lot of baggage associated with that change, so Keith has been keeping his eye on a single prize. He doesn't know how to set up a new government or do diplomacy, but he does know about providing goods to those who need it and helping them out of a bad situation. He knows what to do to survive. Not everyone has that strength or the ability to have someone help them. Simply put: not everyone has a Shiro to help guide them toward the right path.
He's not going to fool himself into believing that he can be "a Shiro"—that's the problem with being him, right? But he knows he can do good. So, he hatches his plan, and calls in for assistance from his guildmates. It's a three prong plan, with different actions needed.
To find out that Keith is doing this, there are two ways. One, he spoke about it on the magitek network. And two, he's doing some set up in the hotel, and is probably stealing some stuff from there, too. The robots won't miss it. Probably.]
a: theft of goods
[Keith plans on overseeing all of the thefts, in part because he doesn't want any of his teammates to be caught unexpectedly.
He shows up at every point of theft in full Marmora gear: a black suit with purple lights, as well as a mask that conceals his face and gives him a voice that sounds like Keith, but comes out through a slightly robotic filter. It also has a helpful hood, because of course it does. Would it look cool otherwise? Probably not.
His targets are specific when it comes to theft: food. Clothing and other goods can be gained through other means, and probably should be. But food? Food is something that he can see that the upper levels aren't doing without.]
Try not to hurt anyone. Take the food and bring it to the agreed upon location. And keep your masks on. We can't risk being fugitives.
[Of course, there are also other versions of theft. Not all of them are as scheduled or efficient.]
b: trafficking of stolen goods
[When it comes to "trafficking," the parameters remain the same. Keep on a mask. Make sure no one gets hurt so there's less of an excuse to follow someone. Get everything from the upper levels to the lower levels quickly, and use designated locations that have been picked out along the way. Avoid surveillance at all costs.
The "trafficking" involves a lot of backpacks and hoods, so that people can hide that they have a bunch of food on them that's being carted down. Anything that's perishable is frozen before it's brought down. Keith figures that "freshness" isn't measured by whether it was frozen first. Or, well, he hopes not. He's not exactly the guy who cares if something's been marked as "previously frozen."
There's a final designation just before the depths of the lowest levels. That's where other goods, like blankets or boots or jackets, are kept waiting. They don't need to be snuck down as carefully, because there's no chance of them going bad. Plus, they were probably mostly acquired "legally."
Emphasis on those quotation marks.]
c. delivery of stolen goods
[Charity is far from a common thing for the people of the lower levels. Charity that could seem suspicious and involves stolen goods is even more difficult. How to get things out there? How to offer help? This is going to be the most difficult task: convincing people to take goods, convincing people that they deserve it, and most importantly, asking what else they might need.]
Take note of anything else they might want. We'll come back later with it. Or, uh, someone will.
[ooc: this is a purple bounty, and the different prompts are loose parameters. I am looking for a thread of at least ten comments so I can meet my bounty, but I figured this would be a fun thing for people to do!]
DATE: From the opening of the upper levels to the end of the mission (with caveats that conditions will change depending on overall game plot parameters)
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: A purple bounty! Keith has decided to rename himself Robin Hood. Or, more accurately, he's stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. (mood music)
[All his life, Keith had always preferred action over words. Associating with other people can be difficult. In fact, it can almost be impossible when the going gets tough. Becoming a Voltron paladin had been an answer for him. He could help people. He could fight. He wouldn't have to think too hard about it all, because he could follow Shiro.
And then ... things changed. Things changed back home and things changed here, most recently as a member of Hathaway. There's a lot of baggage associated with that change, so Keith has been keeping his eye on a single prize. He doesn't know how to set up a new government or do diplomacy, but he does know about providing goods to those who need it and helping them out of a bad situation. He knows what to do to survive. Not everyone has that strength or the ability to have someone help them. Simply put: not everyone has a Shiro to help guide them toward the right path.
He's not going to fool himself into believing that he can be "a Shiro"—that's the problem with being him, right? But he knows he can do good. So, he hatches his plan, and calls in for assistance from his guildmates. It's a three prong plan, with different actions needed.
To find out that Keith is doing this, there are two ways. One, he spoke about it on the magitek network. And two, he's doing some set up in the hotel, and is probably stealing some stuff from there, too. The robots won't miss it. Probably.]
a: theft of goods
[Keith plans on overseeing all of the thefts, in part because he doesn't want any of his teammates to be caught unexpectedly.
He shows up at every point of theft in full Marmora gear: a black suit with purple lights, as well as a mask that conceals his face and gives him a voice that sounds like Keith, but comes out through a slightly robotic filter. It also has a helpful hood, because of course it does. Would it look cool otherwise? Probably not.
His targets are specific when it comes to theft: food. Clothing and other goods can be gained through other means, and probably should be. But food? Food is something that he can see that the upper levels aren't doing without.]
Try not to hurt anyone. Take the food and bring it to the agreed upon location. And keep your masks on. We can't risk being fugitives.
[Of course, there are also other versions of theft. Not all of them are as scheduled or efficient.]
b: trafficking of stolen goods
[When it comes to "trafficking," the parameters remain the same. Keep on a mask. Make sure no one gets hurt so there's less of an excuse to follow someone. Get everything from the upper levels to the lower levels quickly, and use designated locations that have been picked out along the way. Avoid surveillance at all costs.
The "trafficking" involves a lot of backpacks and hoods, so that people can hide that they have a bunch of food on them that's being carted down. Anything that's perishable is frozen before it's brought down. Keith figures that "freshness" isn't measured by whether it was frozen first. Or, well, he hopes not. He's not exactly the guy who cares if something's been marked as "previously frozen."
There's a final designation just before the depths of the lowest levels. That's where other goods, like blankets or boots or jackets, are kept waiting. They don't need to be snuck down as carefully, because there's no chance of them going bad. Plus, they were probably mostly acquired "legally."
Emphasis on those quotation marks.]
c. delivery of stolen goods
[Charity is far from a common thing for the people of the lower levels. Charity that could seem suspicious and involves stolen goods is even more difficult. How to get things out there? How to offer help? This is going to be the most difficult task: convincing people to take goods, convincing people that they deserve it, and most importantly, asking what else they might need.]
Take note of anything else they might want. We'll come back later with it. Or, uh, someone will.
[ooc: this is a purple bounty, and the different prompts are loose parameters. I am looking for a thread of at least ten comments so I can meet my bounty, but I figured this would be a fun thing for people to do!]
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[ Rey looks at her outfit. She'd hoped dressing like the upper class people would help, but apparently, she still didn't carry herself like one. Ben had tried to tell her as much. ]
I guess I don't look enough like one of them.
[ She looks over at Keith. ]
If that's the case, I think splashing would have the opposite effect. I was soaked by that time when I got stopped with Ben. Just make sure you find runners who are better than I am at acting like they belong here.
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(And his stealth suit helps. A lot.)
Of course, it's probably also not helpful to point out that Ben, with his glaring and his ... everything, could have easily been the culprit. No, for whatever reason, she seemed to make his mistakes hers.]
Or maybe we'll have some decoys if we start to attract attention.
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[ It'd be easy, after all, for her to slip out of a situation like that. Easier than some others.
The fear she'd felt when the Vakdir had stopped her that day comes back, but she pushes it down. Decoys wouldn't have something so important on them to be caught with, so she'd just be staring down a prison sentence or something. And she'd been confined in the First Order before. This couldn't be much worse.
They walk past a couple of Vakdir keeping eyes on a shopping complex nearby. They wave back at some of the shoppers who pass them, smiling. The whole thing disgusts Rey, of course, but that's neither here nor there. ]
Wherever you think I'll be more useful. [ He's the leader, after all. ]
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Well ... running and tricking people into handing over their money for a better cause. If you don't mind keeping up the double duty, I'm gonna keep you on this.
[For all the tenseness of the previous conversation, he does muster up a smile, too. It's probably strange, but this is where the Leaderly Keith has been hiding all along. Typically, he keeps it concealed under a self-conscious worry that he won't do well. Even when he lead people against Zymandis to save the taraxan hosts, he had been worried about how he might be perceived, and he had been on edge because he was forcing himself there.
Here, it's clear that he's at least fully into what he's doing.]
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[ Honestly, she's glad he organized it because it's going to create a much bigger impact than just a few of them grabbing and passing along what they could spare or swipe. This is the stuff that, in Rey's opinion, makes the difference to the people who need it the most.
That ease and unity of purpose seems to melt away most of the tension from before. They don't have to think too hard to be in sync on this, and Rey's happy to follow his lead because she trusts implicitly that on stuff like this, he has the sort of head on his shoulders to make the right call. ]
Where's the drop point?
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I don't really know the people we're delivering to. I think they understand why I don't stick around, you know?
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I've spent some time down there, talking with them. [ She looks over at Keith. ] Odinson tells stories.
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Well ... good for you guys. I didn't know Odinson liked to tell stories.
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[ Rey smiles at that. It seems to make her steps lighter, and honestly, it's probably for the best. She looks much more natural and less suspicious, distracted by recounting this. ]
It reminded me of Jakku. Not the bad parts. [ She clarifies that quickly. ] But I was like them, then. I'd trade portions that I'd earned for stories of the Rebellion. Of Leia and Luke and … [ She looks over at Keith. ] People like Voltron. Like Rost. They gave me hope. That's as important as a full belly.
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[Or in this particular universe, for that matter. Keith has his doubts that there is any intergalactic travel in this particular universe. It would give them more to work off of at this time, at least in terms of "passing off stories as real there" if they wanted.]
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[ Rey says this now to contextualize what she's getting at. ]
Voltron may sound like a fairytale to them, but so did Luke Skywalker when I was growing up on Jakku. It doesn't have to be real to be inspiring.
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Right?]
It's better that it comes from someone who wants to do it.
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[ She feels weird about suggesting it now, or giving him an avenue. She just thought maybe it was his general antisocial tendencies, and that it'd be a good thing for him to learn. Leader skills? But maybe that was presumptuous on her part too.
In part, though, she recognizes that some of her sheepish retreat from the suggestion is born from the fact that pointing it out was also opening up about how she'd felt when she was like that. It's become a more sensitive topic than usual, following the acknowledgment that she'd been lying to herself about just how bad it was. ]
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And nothing more.]
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Yeah. I know.
[ He's not the world's biggest people person, even now that he's a little more comfortable in himself. She gets that. It should go without saying by now that she's had her issues adapting to people too, even if the discrete interactions are often more natural for her. ]
It was just a thought.
[ Practice makes perfect ??? Or something. ]
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