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  1. 2019-04-02 Happily Never After (brief)
  2. Hoxton, Sydney, Lucio, Dragan, Dallas
  3.  
  4. [18:22:08] <Dallas> *A message from Vlad! He'd like to speak with the clowns, and being the busy man he is, he (thankfully) won't be paying a visit to them at the safehouse. Instead, he's inviting them to a nightclub on his turf. A little drinks, a little business--maybe even a little COCAINE?! Hahaha, he's just kidding, clowns, no cocaine. We'll talk BUSINESS. Tonight, he's decided. He'll see you all there.*
  5. [18:24:53] <Dallas> *What's everyone been up to following the Lucio incident?*
  6.  
  7. [18:25:46] <Sydney> ((Has Lucio been hanging around the safehouse?))
  8. [18:26:32] <Lucio> ((he has, but not exactly openly.))
  9. [18:27:03] <Dallas> ((Cat in the rafters.))
  10. [18:27:24] <Sydney> ((Sydney needs to pick his brain for mask stuff, is why I'm asking. She also lives there. So I think eventually she'll hear him at some point.))
  11. [18:29:19] <Lucio> ((Sure. Let's say she catches him on the rooftop at some point, birdwatching.))
  12. [18:29:40] <Sydney> ((Has he picked a nickname yet?))
  13. [18:30:29] <Lucio> (("yes". it's terrible.))
  14. [18:31:16] <Sydney> ((hi terrible, I'm Sydney))
  15. [18:31:26] <Hoxton> ((:D))
  16. [18:35:45] <Lucio> ((he suggested "Lucky" to Hox. but he's bad at naming things.))
  17. [18:37:17] <Sydney> ((What about "Cheshire"?))
  18. [18:37:58] <Sydney> ((Ties into the Alice in wonderland reference, him being a sneaky, smug bastard, and it's even a place name too))
  19. [18:42:29] <Lucio> ((Cheshire. He thinks about it, waffles a bit, then suggests Sorrisogatto, or just Sorriso. Smiley cat.))
  20.  
  21. [18:28:24] <Dallas> *Since Lucio's been watching the gang's comings and goings, he'll notice Hoxton and Dallas carpool to get to and from the safehouse.*
  22. [18:28:38] <Hoxton> *Hox has been keeping it low. First the cockroaches, then Lucio. And as crammed as the safehouse is starting to get, he's only at the safehouse when Dallas is, and occassionally shooting a couple paper cops with his shotgun and sniper. Other than that, he has been busy staking out a couple shops in DC and also asking Dallas about taxing his new fake ID here and....well. There is still the Tasteful management thing he surely wont mention to Vlad. A little apprehensive he is, given what kinda nature Vlad's jobs usually are. But hey, drinks and booze right?*
  23. [18:29:25] <Hoxton> *Staking out as in looking up shops online. Nothing serious, just keeping busy. He enjoyed that last jewelery store hit.*
  24. [18:33:55] <Dallas> *There's been some talk in watchmaking and collecting circles about an upcoming collaboration between a Swiss and French watchmaker. Something's brewing. Aside from that, raw diamond shipments from South Africa, the usual. No word from Aleksandr, surprisingly, though his flight is in two days.*
  25. [18:34:39] <Hoxton> ((Ohh nice.))
  26. [18:34:52] <Hoxton> ((Surely must be one beautiful watch in the making c8))
  27. [18:38:05] <Hoxton> *The lack of reply is a little odd to Hox. He considers for a moment, and decides to send Aleksandr a text. "Is the offer still standing?". After that, he has another look at the watch collaboration. He's telling Dallas about the collab of the watches and also the raw diamonds. Could be worth a shot, couldnt it? Besides he enjoys stealing diamonds a lot. Oh man, remember that Garnet heist?*
  28. [18:39:06] <Dallas> *Dallas cracks a smile.* How could I forget?
  29. [18:39:39] <Dallas> *A reply from Aleks comes in a minute later. "Of course. Do you want to do it?"*
  30. [18:41:51] <Hoxton> Tell Bain I need summat along that line. Jesus. The diamonds. Fuckin beautiful. Ahh. *he sips a bit of tea. Imported courtesy of his truly.* It was the whole package really. Diamonds, the bloody sneaky suits. Even though I almost pissed in it. Christ that buildin was tall. *He laughs a little* Pocket full of diamonds, fella. The best life if ya ask me. Oh and I meant to ask ya summat. The deal about playin manager at the Tasteful. Whaddaya say?
  31. [18:43:54] <Dallas> *Dallas thinks about it for a moment, makes a little shrug with his mouth.* If you keep your eyes open, and this isn't some kinda setup--besides, you won't be alone there. Should be fine. A week, right?
  32. [18:45:19] <Sydney> *When he's finally tracked down, Sydney works with Lucio - or as he's just chosen, Sorriso, to come up with a mask. Does he have any requests, or does he leave it to Sydney?*
  33. [18:46:15] <Hoxton> Yeah a week and summat. Less than two. *he crosses his arms, chuckling to himself.* I honestly didnt see that kinda offer comin. *He eyes him mischievously* I am sure I got the budget for a secretary. Whaddaya say? *He grins but continues more seriously* I...doubt it. He's been quiet about it till now. If he needed me there, I guess he'd be more persistent. I...think it's not. But I aint sure either.
  34. [18:47:52] <Dallas> *Vlad hasn't said anything about the nightclub, but from what Bain tells them, it's downtown and serves a primarily Russian clientele. Lounge, dance floor, dancing girls, lots of hard liquor. Dress casual for the occasion.*
  35. [18:50:13] <Dallas> Worth a look, huh? We can check it out, and if it doesn't look right, I'm sure they'll be able to find someone else for the job. When you talk about being pressed into a job, it's not usually as a nightclub manager.
  36. [18:50:54] <Lucio> *Lucio, now Sorriso, shrugs. He guesses smile showing teeth would suit the name. He says he was never much good at visual arts, but he'd like something he can do somersaults in and that won't break his nose if he misses a flip landing.*
  37. [18:53:38] <Hoxton> *Hox nods, considering Dallas' words* Hah, usually not. Well this is bloody certainly summat new for my CV. *He chuckles and then takes out his phone. "I'll do it. Do we meet before you go?" and sends it.*
  38. [18:54:08] <Dallas> *Aleks writes back quickly, "Can you come over tonight?"*
  39. [18:55:16] <Hoxton> *"I am expected somwhere else. Will it take long?"*
  40. [18:55:32] <Hoxton> Ah shite he wants to meet tonight. *He mutters*
  41. [18:55:52] <Dallas> *Another text follows. "I need to give you keys."*
  42. [18:56:32] <Dallas> Well, we got Vlad.
  43. [18:56:50] <Dragan> *After the whole Lucio thing, Dragan goes out to buy some actual cleaning supplies. He's sure Lucio is somehow gonna make another mess soon, so it's best to be prepared. He also buys a bunch of tiny paper cups, but he's keeping those hidden away for now*
  44. [18:57:26] <Sydney> *Sydney has a few ideas, and she gets to work in her workshop.*
  45. [18:57:33] <Hoxton> *He turns to look at Dallas.* He wants to give me the keys. *He grumbles* Can ya stop by there real quick before we meet up with Vlad? Otherwise tomorrow.
  46. [18:59:20] <Dallas> Don't see why not. We can make a quick stop before we go.
  47. [19:01:05] <Hoxton> Cheers mate. I see, that's a million well invested. *He winks and confirms with Aleks, telling him he will be there briefly.*
  48. [19:02:09] <Dallas> *Aleks goes, "Okay, see you there!" It's followed by a happy face emoji with smiling eyes. Huh.*
  49. [19:02:56] <Hoxton> ((AW.))
  50. [19:03:12] <Dragan> ((oh man, this is gonna be dragan's first time meeting vlad right?))
  51. [19:03:18] <Sydney> ((IT IS))
  52. [19:03:23] <Dragan> ((HOO BOY))
  53. [19:03:32] <Sydney> ((MY (NEW) FRIEND!))
  54. [19:04:04] <Hoxton> *Hox pockets his phone, not before showing Dallas the emoji.* Well. That's settled then. *A little stunned, cradling his tea* I'll be manager of the bloody Tasteful club.
  55. [19:04:20] <Dallas> ((:D))
  56. [19:05:05] <Hoxton> Jesus mate, I need a drink on that. Though...*he pauses, looking quietly and dignified.* Please dont tell Vlad.
  57. [19:06:01] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles, mimes zipping his mouth. Not a word! A few minutes later, while getting ready to go out and meet with Vlad, Hox gets another text, this one from Dallas. It's the same happy face emoji with the squinty eyes. Looks like he's found it on his phone.*
  58. [19:06:50] <Dallas> *So, off to visit Vlad, but not before making a quick pit stop at the Tasteful to pick up the keys. Dallas offers to be designated driver, as usual. Is anybody gonna tell the new kid?*
  59. [19:07:12] <Hoxton> ((OH MY GOD DALLAS. HNNGH.))
  60. [19:07:48] <Sydney> ((:D))
  61. [19:08:24] <Sydney> ((Lol, does lucio even have a phone?))
  62. [19:09:10] <Sydney> ((I feel like they would have at least given him a burner))
  63. [19:09:27] <Dallas> *Should be a half dozen burners lying around. Just give him one!*
  64. [19:11:57] <Hoxton> *Hox starts laughing as he recieves that text, following up with a little teacup emoji. His finger hovered on another for a good long time but he decided to be nice to his designated driver. He gets ready for Vlad's meeting with a less formal suit. Hair geled back, almost long enough to tie. He is grinning when he joins Dallas to get going.*
  65. [19:15:09] <Lucio> *I mean, he's been lurking around the place. Syd's probably noticed he favors a particular nearby roof for various activities. The building below is unoccupied. She might spot him birdwatching, cloudwatching, playing games with rocks, throwing rocks at birds, but mostly just, practicing acrobatics. It takes a lot of training to keep muscle memory like that up.*
  66. [19:16:34] <Sydney> ((..Sydney's absolutely going to ask him to teach her to do a handstand and shit))
  67. [19:20:12] <Dallas> ((Aww yus, teach her parkour, Lucio!))
  68. [19:20:34] <Sydney> ((She can do some parkour already; it's more the circus-y tricks she doesn't know))
  69. [19:19:20] <Dallas> *Dallas points it out to Hox. How it's getting longer. Long enough for a top knot, in fact, and he lures Hox over to a mirror and carefully pulls his gelled hair back into one, holding it in place with his hand.* Whaddaya think?
  70. [19:19:24] <Dallas> *Chox strikes once again.*
  71. [19:19:49] <Sydney> ((:D))
  72. [19:23:09] <Lucio> *Dragan also probably spots him too come to think of it. He's not hiding all of the time.*
  73. [19:23:34] <Hoxton> *Hox walks over, gel in hand. Not yet applied. He looks up, a little smile playing on his face.* Do ya worst then. *He patiently waits for Dallas to do his magic, then chuckling.* Fuck me. I....fuckin look like that bloke we got our for the bridge job! *he laughs but he is looking. Only his eyes betraying his thoughts about how visible it makes his scarred face.*
  74. [19:23:52] <Hoxton> ((CHOX. AHH D8>))
  75. [19:27:36] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles, leaning back to give him an appraising look up and down.* Yeah, I'll say. Wonder what the hell happened to him. Must be living the life in Hong Kong right about now, huh? And before you say anything, here. I can play fair. *He brushes his own neat hair back, pulls it into a top knot also. Gives Hox a serious look. Some kinda grizzled hipster hunting around for the nearest Starbucks.* Look at that. We could join the top knot club, you and me. Whaddaya say?
  76. [19:31:29] <Hoxton> He better bloody be! We almost blew that bridge to fuckin shambles and I had to jump at least a thousand feet! *Mild exaggeration on Hoxton's part. Back then, he has been vocal about the high drop. All the time. Even at the training pool. He goes off to playfull complain a bit more until Dallas pulls up his hair. Now that gets the englishman staring. He looks at Dallas, wide eyed for a moment then bursts into laughter.* Fuckin HELL! DEAL. *He laughs some more, but the glint in his eyes betrays he kinda likes the grizzled hipster.* We gonna stop at Starbuck's too?
  77. [19:32:45] <Dallas> ((OH NO, DALLAS IS NOT KEEPING THE TOP KNOT. GODDAMN IT, JIM.))
  78. [19:33:04] <Hoxton> ((>8D GNAHAHAH!))
  79. [19:33:06] <Sydney> ((HE IS NOW))
  80. [19:33:33] <Hoxton> ((THE CUNNING TRAP IS SPRUNG.))
  81. [19:33:56] <Lucio> ((Lucio: *snorts* Over the rhine ain't got no Starbucks, it's got like a gazillion tiny bars and brewers though.))
  82. [19:34:20] <Dallas> *You betcha, Dallas says. He could use a grande right about now. Everybody good to go?*
  83. [19:36:28] <Dallas> *Dallas takes a quick headcount, frowns.* Anybody seen the kid?
  84. [19:36:39] <Dallas> He's old enough to drink, right?
  85. [19:36:48] <Sydney> He's probably outside. One sec.
  86. [19:37:18] <Sydney> *Sydney leans out of the doorway, shouts,* Oi, fuckwit!
  87. [19:37:57] <Hoxton> He's kinda tiny. Is he? Hard to tell, really.
  88. [19:40:01] <Lucio> *A short pause, then a rattle hits the metal overhands, and lucio pokes his head over the side* Need something, noble sir? *Is there a trace of sarcasm there? Maybe.*
  89. [19:41:22] <Sydney> Come here. You getta meet an amazingly crazy bloke and get drunk.
  90. [19:41:29] <Sydney> What more d'ya want?
  91. [19:41:45] <Dallas> Dallas, from off: Ask him if he's old enough to drink.
  92. [19:41:58] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't.*
  93. [19:42:07] <Sydney> ((Sydney don't give a shit))
  94. [19:43:10] <Lucio> *He blinks, then drops to the ground. He's been running, there's smears of mud and dirt on his face, arms, and pants. It's a similar outfit to the other one: sweats, basic tee, hard patches where needed. He pulls off his gloves, throws Dallas a hurt look* Zio, I told you I'm twenty-two.
  95. [19:43:40] <Sydney> ...You're taking a fuckin shower first.
  96. [19:45:07] <Dallas> And you need to change. Jesus, you're a mess. Don't suppose you got any spares in that bag of yours.
  97. [19:45:25] <Dallas> *--said Dallas, leaning out.*
  98. [19:46:31] <Lucio> *He looks at his clothes, seems to notice the dirt for the first time. He laughs.* I was planning on being out here for a while, so yeah. Got a spare. *Beat, he wrinkles his nose* You'll be wanting me to wear _jeans_ aren't you?
  99. [19:48:22] <Dallas> *echoes, baffled* Jeans? That what passes for formal to you? *A nod.* Bathroom's that way. Go get changed, and scrub the mud off.
  100. [19:51:25] <Lucio> *He gives Dallas a stare as if the man is dazzlingly stupid, but heads for the bathroom. He's out and done in less than ten minutes, scrubbed down. His hair is spikey when wet, and the uneven way its cut is no longer disguised by waves. He rakes it back without caring where it goes. He's wearing plain jeans (suspiciously unpatched) and a blue t-shirt and a clean jacket. He looks distinctly displeased.*
  101. [19:52:23] <Sydney> Christ, if that's the fanciest you've got we're gonna have to hit up a tailor.
  102. [19:52:27] <Sydney> We got an image to uphold.
  103. [19:52:37] <Hoxton> The kid's gonna need a proper thread if he's gonna work with us. *Hox remarks upon Lucio's return*
  104. [19:53:16] <Dallas> *Dallas has been sitting there smoking while waiting for Lucio to emerge, and at his reappearance, grunts* Better. All right, everybody to the car.
  105. [19:53:37] <Dallas> You pick out a name yet? You'll need one if you're gonna introduce yourself to Vlad tonight.
  106. [19:53:48] <Hoxton> *Hox is quick to call shotgun, his usual spot and heads for the car, looking back at them*
  107. [19:54:31] <Lucio> *Lucio looks at them, half shocked, half horrified, but overall completely confused.* I'm gonna _what_? *He asks, trailing them to the car.* Sorriso, zio. Majestic sir over there helped.
  108. [19:55:30] <Sydney> Me name's Sydney, you brat. None of this majestic sir nonsense.
  109. [19:55:44] <Hoxton> Bless you. *He looks up at the majestic comment and starts to laugh*
  110. [19:56:18] <Hoxton> And trust me. Once ya have a proper suit, nothing's gonna fit ya proper ever again. *He contently stretches in his suit.*
  111. [19:56:46] <Sydney> Arguable, but it does feel fuckin nice.
  112. [19:57:00] <Lucio> *Lucio shakes his head.* How do you _move_ in that?
  113. [19:57:24] <Sydney> Hey, if you get the right tailor, and the right fit, it's like a second skin.
  114. [19:59:06] <Dallas> You'll get used to it. And Sorriso? Good pick. You got the smile to go with it, that's for damn sure. *It's a quiet drive across town. First, a quick pit stop at the Tasteful Club. Call it the preparty. Meeting with Aleks only takes a minute. The staff direct Hox to the backroom where Aleks is busily engaged in a game of durak. The mobsters break into a cheer when they see Hox again, trying to coax him into the game, but Aleks quickly pries him away and takes him aside, to the office. Passes him a set of keys, points out the assistant manager to him. Says when he comes in the day after tomorrow, to talk to her. She'll tell him everything there is to know. And that's it. Best of luck, wish me luck in Moscow, I'll see you on the other side.*
  115. [20:01:46] <Lucio> *Lucio stares blankly from one to another, then murmurs something in Italian and quiets. In the car, he fidgets restlessly. Constantly. Twitchy fingers, picking at the seat belt, tapping on the plastic, twisting and turning in his seat. Sitting still is _hard_ okay.*
  116. [20:03:10] <Hoxton> *Hox has a little mixed feelings when he recalls that fateful night. But he greets the russians with a wave and laughter, wishing the gentlemen a good evening and game. No need to make them sour. He takes the key, pocketing safely and nodding.* Good luck, fella. I'll try and keep this place standin. *He nods then bids them farewell and returns to the others. Still a little baffled about this.*
  117. [20:03:25] <Hoxton> ((Hox: <:D GG RE.))
  118. [20:09:14] <Dallas> *Aleks seems cheerful, optimistic Hox will do a good job just as he did. Dallas must've noticed Lucio's uneasy fidgeting; he tries to make conversation with him. Asks where his wanderings took him today, whether he's seen anything interesting. On the way back across town to the nightclub Vlad's meeting them at, they get snarled up in a little traffic. It's slow going for a couple blocks, and they come level with a small blue hatchback. Three women inside, dressed to party. One of them glances into their car, grins, nudges the other two. Checking them out, apparently.*
  119. [20:14:08] <Lucio> *Lucio perks up slightly, and his restless energy is suddenly channeled into rapid hand motions as he describes, in vivid and poetic detail: a cloud he saw that was shaped like a phoenix, a flock of migrating birds he saw perched on a power line, the diving hawk that scared them away, some butterflies he saw in a park, a couple out for their first date, and a gardener he saw, laboring in his little back garden to plant vegetables.*
  120. [20:14:37] <Lucio> *Tiny details that seem cosmically significant to him.*
  121. [20:22:02] <Hoxton> *Hox is sitting shotgun, looking vaguely amused by the girls checking them out. He doesnt look over, however, instead listening quietly to the boy. He is tempted to rudely interrupt him, Who cares about these things? But he is not, deciding to be nice. If they will work together, might as well try and be nice.* Wonder what Vlad's place is gonna be like.
  122. [20:28:44] <Dallas> *The other lane starts moving first. The three girls go by in their blue hatchback, the one in the backseat flashing them a bright smile, and a dull gray jalopi pulls up alongside. Four men in suits, looking somber. And then a flash of color as they mask up and exit the vehicle, heading off down the sidewalk at a brisk clip. Payday masks.*
  123. [20:31:11] <Sydney> ((AWAIT WHAT))
  124. [20:31:15] <Hoxton> ((D:))
  125. [20:31:50] <Hoxton> ((OH GOD WHAT WAIT I FIRST SAW WOLF AND NOW THAT. WHAT.))
  126. [20:33:13] <Sydney> *Sydney is scrolling through tumblr on her phone, and doesn't notice.*
  127. [20:34:27] <Hoxton> *Hox is still looking out of the window, DCs glittering night life so to say. God, this is so much better than Hazelton but he doesnt say it aloud. The memory of the top knot is still pleasantly fresh and only when he notices the four men walking up...just that way he hesitates. Looking closer. Then jumping.* Oh fuck me! Fellas! Fellas! *He points at the men.* Oh fuck ME. Is this for real?
  128. [20:35:28] <Dallas> *Dallas says tensely* It's fine, everybody stay calm.
  129. [20:35:39] <Sydney> The fuck you yammering about? *She looks up, annoyed, but then follows his gaze.* ...Fucking hell.
  130. [20:37:29] <Hoxton> *Hox curses and then instinctively checks his phone. Any messages he missed?*
  131. [20:37:34] <Dallas> *Chinese restaurant, sushi place... and a bank. There's a bank half a block down. Looks like they're headed that way. The way they were walking, briskly, with purpose--definite intent to break the law.*
  132. [20:37:40] <Dallas> *No new messages, Hox.*
  133. [20:37:41] <Dragan> *Dragan stares at the men, stays silent for a moment* .....What the fuck
  134. [20:39:07] <Hoxton> I think I saw a bank down that street. Bloody hell! Is it them? *he turns and cranes to see.* What we gonna do? *a brief snort* Call the coppers on em?
  135. [20:43:36] <Lucio> *Lucio's gone quiet as soon as Hox spoke the first time, returning to fidgeting, and struggling to control the fidgeting through white-knuckled fists pressed against his knees. He looks at the fakers, then at the crew. Suddenly, he's watching them, steady, quiet. Says, very quietly, in italian* <Does this stronzo have anything in his chest besides bed lint? Poliziotto?>
  136. [20:45:27] <Hoxton> I can't bloody believe it. *He keeps on staring out of the window.* They'll get shot, the twats.
  137. [20:46:00] <Dallas> *Dallas must've caught something of the mumble. He glances into the rearview, says sharply* Hey, be nice.
  138. [20:47:31] <Lucio> *Lucio looks up at Dallas, blinks, looks away.* Mi scusi, zio.
  139. [20:48:49] <Lucio> *The slight grin he flashes at himself in the window says he absolutely thinks he's right.*
  140.  
  141. [20:49:50] <Hoxton> ((HEISTING LESSONS CANCELED, KID.))
  142. [20:49:53] <Sydney> ((someone translate?))
  143. [20:50:10] <Dallas> ((Stronzo = asshole. Poliziotto = police.))
  144. [20:50:33] <Sydney> ((ohhhhh okay))
  145. [20:50:37] <Dallas> ((Because any self-respecting Italian would rather DIE than call the cops.))
  146. [20:51:36] <Dallas> (("Mi scusi, zio." = Pardon me, uncle.))
  147. [20:51:57] <Sydney> ((UNCLE DADLAS))
  148. [20:55:59] <Lucio> ((The biggest ones Lucio uses: cazzo (lit, dick, used as we would used shit), minchia, a regional variant of the above. Stronzo/stronza, asshole, and porco cane, pig dog, because he was raised better than to take God's name in vain., and fottiti, go fuck yourself (literally, fuck yourself)))
  149. [20:56:25] <Sydney> ((Fottiti is my new favorite word, thank you))
  150. [20:56:59] <Dallas> (("because he was raised better than to take God's name in vain." WELL, DALLAS MAKES NO BONES ABOUT IT. BRACE FOR SWEARS, KID.))
  151. [21:03:09] <Dallas> ((Dallas will teach you proper swearing, not this watered down polite stuff.))
  152. [21:03:40] <Dallas> ((Dallas: Hox. *motions; threateningly* Ti faccio un culo cosi!))
  153. [21:03:52] <Hoxton> ((8D)))
  154. [21:03:58] <Hoxton> ((OH WAIT. I MEAN D8))
  155. [21:04:02] <Dallas> ((YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK THIS HAPPY ABOUT IT. WTF.))
  156. [21:04:02] <Lucio> ((Lucio: ?!?!?))
  157. [21:04:07] <Hoxton> ((DALLAS. PLEASE. THERE ARE KIDS HERE.))
  158. [21:05:43] <Hoxton> ((OH SHIT, I MISSED THE "HOX" IN FRONT OF YOUR SENTENCE 8D))
  159. [21:05:46] <Hoxton> ((D8))
  160.  
  161. [20:52:29] <Hoxton> *Hox leans back at last, looking quietly furious and restless. There is not much they can do, right? It's not their fight and he is the last person who wants to get into a direct confrontation with the police.*
  162. [20:54:07] <Dallas> *Traffic's moving again, and their car heads on down the street, pulling past the bank, then away. Pretty good view of the fakes pulling open the door, and then they grimly file in and move out of sight.*
  163. [20:55:54] <Sydney> ..The fuck do we do now, then?
  164. [20:56:45] <Hoxton> *Hox shifts in his seat* Place is gonna swarm with coppers soon. *he watches transfixed, how the men move inside the bank. It's weird. Like watching mirror images of yourself. Misshapen doppelgängers. Softly* So this is how it looks like huh?
  165. [20:57:30] <Sydney> Nah. Fakers don't have a girl. Ain't that accurate.
  166. [21:00:55] <Hoxton> We cant do anythin, right? I mean. Fook! This aint our fight and yet....bloody twats usin our names and faces.....Though. It's kinda flatterin I suppose. We are becomin infamous.
  167. [21:01:53] <Sydney> Unless everyone's got their mask and gun jammed up our arses, we can't do shit.
  168. [21:02:16] <Sydney> Get the plate number of their car, at least?
  169. [21:03:39] <Lucio> *Lucio blinks, then recites the first five digits of it to her, then stumbles.* Cazzo. I forget the last- *He frowns, clearly upset with this.*
  170. [21:04:52] <Hoxton> Call, Bain. Could tap the feeds there! Is it just me or are there more and more copycats runnin about?
  171. [21:05:49] <Sydney> *Sydney mutters, mostly to herself,* We outta do a big job. Like a really big one. Put these fakers to shame.
  172. [21:06:31] <Sydney> *She nevertheless dials Bain, since she's already got her phone out. She relays what info they have.*
  173. [21:06:55] <Dallas> *Welcome to infamy. At the next tier, the merchandising will reach Yogurt levels of fervor, well past keychains and plastic masks and into plush toys. At this point, they're well down the street, and traffic's loosening up, so they're opening fast. Someone wanna tell Bain about this?*
  174. [21:07:00] <Hoxton> *Hox snorts* At least they robbin' the bank not the sushi place. Not puttin too much dirt on our names.
  175. [21:07:26] <Dallas> *Bain thanks her for the info, says he's looking into it.*
  176. [21:08:20] <Lucio> Bain? So that's what Cyberman's called.
  177. [21:09:00] <Sydney> Uh, he prefers the title 'script kiddie'.
  178. [21:09:33] <Sydney> *Sydney grins widely, hoping Lucio decides to call Bain that at some point.*
  179. [21:09:35] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly overrides her* Uh, do not call him that. Bain is fine.
  180. [21:09:39] <Lucio> *Lucio gives her a confused look.* Kiddie?
  181. [21:09:43] <Hoxton> *Hox keeps looking after them until the bank vanishes from sight. He then leans back, eyeing Lucio sharply for a second. But then looks up ahead again. Thinking of the GO bank guard. Jesus christ what a mess.* Sure hope they'll get my bloody mask soon.
  182. [21:10:01] <Sydney> *She waves dismissively at Dallas.* You're no fun.
  183. [21:10:16] <Hoxton> Yeah kiddie. Ya might be familiar with the term. *He chuckles.*
  184. [21:10:36] <Lucio> *He shrugs.* Phoneman's weird, but he doesn't sound like a kid.
  185. [21:10:38] <Hoxton> But yeah. Bain. He's the one pullin the strings. All of em.
  186. [21:10:40] <Dallas> *for Lucio's benefit* He runs this operation. And before you ask, no, you don't get to meet him. No one does. Most you'll ever get is to hear his voice over the phone.
  187. [21:11:18] <Lucio> *Lucio frowns.* He too good for gutters or something?
  188. [21:11:45] <Hoxton> He's good where he is. Ya better not piss him off.
  189. [21:12:35] <Dallas> *Dallas decides to be honest.* You gather as much dirt and intel as he does, you start looking real tasty to a lot of unlovely people. It's a safety thing. At his level, everything's strictly need to know.
  190. [21:13:07] <Dallas> For that matter, don't go slinging his name around. You might get grabbed, juiced for information.
  191. [21:14:28] <Lucio> *Lucio's eyes are narrowed, but he nods* Got it. Spooky phoneman does the spooks, but don't talk about it.
  192. [21:14:47] <Dallas> There ya go, you got it.
  193. [21:15:23] <Lucio> *He will only ever be referred to as spooky phoneman from now on.*
  194. [21:15:51] <Hoxton> ((Bain sounds so grim described like that. But man, he's really nice to the gang ingame.))
  195. [21:16:53] <Hoxton> *He nudges Dallas.* Think those were the...well. Copycats we met before? Didnt get any message though. Remind me to ask Bain if he's dug up more later. If....I am sober enough.
  196.  
  197. 2019-04-03
  198.  
  199. [19:52:25] <Dallas> *The nightclub Vlad's meeting the gang at is named the Sova Club. Neons spelling out the name out front, the "ova" stylized to look like a winking owl. Apropos--Dragan, you know sova means night owl. It's an unassuming building, but lights are dancing inside the entrance, and music's pounding. Good Russian hardbass. The bouncer grazes them with a stern look, but lets them through the door and up the stairs to the club. Parking's tough. Dallas lets them off at the door and circles around to find a spot.*
  200. [19:56:29] <Sydney> *Sydney's eager to get inside. She's in a green wig this time, with her usual spiked leather jacket, nice-looking skinny jeans, and some massive platform boots. She gives a nod to the bouncer, and takes a look inside.*
  201. [19:56:59] <Hoxton> *Hox leaves the car, still looking ruffled after the copycat incident.* Bloody feels weird. We just...drove by a robbery. With blokes wearin our masks. We gotta ask Bain what he found out bout that business. Later though. *He looks up at the club, past the stern looking bouncer. And he cant help but comparing him to Boris. Better not tell Vlad what keys he has in his pocket.* Right. This is gonna be summat. Wonder what Vlad wants from us?
  202. [19:57:35] <Dallas> ((OHOHOHO, BETTER NOT BE KEYS TO THE TASTEFUL CLUB! D8<))
  203. [19:57:52] <Sydney> ((*Vlad takes the keys and eats them as the ultimate power move*))
  204. [19:57:55] <Hoxton> ((D8 *HANDS ON POCKET* ....No? <:D Uhh. ))
  205. [20:02:45] <Dragan> *Dragan's happy to recognize the club's name, but he doesnt say anything about it. He gets out of the car and follows the others into the club, he's interested in this Vlad guy, he's heard about him before, seems like a character.*
  206. [20:03:46] <Dallas> *Only one way to find out. There are tables and booths downstairs, but the real action is up those stairs, where brightly colored lights dance across the bare brick wall. What the club lacks in fancy decor, it more than makes up for in neons and sheer vodka-fueled action. Lights set high up near the ceiling strobe across a dance floor busy with clubbers, sweating to the pounding beat, and two beautiful and woefully underdressed dancers gyrate against poles overlooking the crowd. By the bar, a group of rowdy friends order drinks in Russian, shouting over the music, and then a familiar voice calls out from the corner--* MY FRIENDS! OVER HERE!
  207. [20:04:53] <Sydney> ((:D))
  208. [20:05:38] <Dallas> *It's Vlad! Sitting in a corner booth with two young women, one to either side of him. Vlad's beaming. They've gone ahead and started in on the drinking, judging by the glasses on the table.*
  209. [20:05:46] <Hoxton> ((Damn. I bet Vlad and Dmitri were in an eternal struggle to pimp their clubs.))
  210. [20:07:49] <Dallas> ((I like how you say "were", in the past tense.))
  211. [20:08:57] <Hoxton> ((WELL. Flowers and Grapes, Dmitri 8I))
  212. [20:07:52] <Sydney> *Sydney's grinning widely as she approaches Vlad.* Good ta see ya, mate.
  213. [20:08:41] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at Dragan, pointing out Vlad to him. Though he's hard to overhear anyways.* That's him. Fella's ukrainian. So ...better not mix him up with the russians. *Hox is looking around, whistling between his teeth. The neon splendor, the women on the poles, the pouding beat. Definitely Vlad.* Evenin, Vlad. See ya got ready for us eh?
  214. [20:10:33] <Dallas> Vlad: *arms outstretched, like he wants to embrace them all in turn* Sydney, Sydney, you beautiful girl, welcome! Mwah! You are a sight for these old eyes! A vision of beauty and destruction! *now turning to Hoxton* And Hoxton! My friend-- *The two girls he was drinking with are now looking a little disgruntled, and Vlad dismisses them hurriedly, saying* Go party! Go drink, go on! Vlad needs to talk to his friends! Ahaha, my treasured friends, please! Have a seat!
  215. [20:10:51] <Sydney> ((Vlad says the nicest things ;_;))
  216. [20:11:21] <Dallas> *And now noticing Dragan* Aha! Who's this?
  217. [20:13:21] <Sydney> *Sydney takes a seat, staying quiet to let Dragan introduce himself.*
  218. [20:14:29] <Hoxton> ((HAHAHA THE LADIES.))
  219. [20:16:21] <Dragan> *He sits down* Dragan *He offers Vlad a handshake*
  220. [20:16:27] <Hoxton> *Hox grins, kinda glad he was spared a label by the crazy ivan. But it's ....well. He is character, that's for bloody sure. He looks after the ladies with a snort and looks back at Vlad.* Our not so newest addition.
  221. [20:16:49] <Hoxton> Dallas will join is in a mo, he's parkin his car.
  222. [20:20:45] <Dallas> *Vlad shakes Dragan's hand firmly, hazards* Dragan? Serbian? No, not Serbian, he must be from the beautiful country of Croatia, like our good friend--the Butcher! Welcome, Dragan! *Firm clap on the back, and he invites them all to have a seat. Awfully cavalier, throwing names around like that, but it's loud in here, and no one's listening in. Vlad's buying tonight, so he asks around, gets everybody a round of drinks.*
  223. [20:24:51] <Hoxton> Always wanted to try a good beer from ya country. Ya got some of that? *He sits down, looking at ease. Though his gaze is troubled* Wonder when the street's crawlin with cops. Ya wouldnt believe what we just saw, mate.
  224. [20:25:32] <Dallas> ((Vlad: *WADES RIGHT INTO THORNY POLITICS WITHOUT FLINCHING* 8D))
  225. [20:25:57] <Hoxton> ((BE LIKE VLAD. VLAD INCLUSIVE. AS LONG AS YOU ARE NO DIRTY RUSSKIE.))
  226. [20:28:42] <Sydney> *Sydney will also order a beer. She's taking it easy this time; she wants to be sure she remembers the no doubt important info Vlad will soon impart.*
  227. [20:30:13] <Dallas> *Vlad orders them a round of drinks, asks around if anyone's hungry.* Some French fries, maybe a little burger? It's very good! *But turning his attention to Hox, he says* Did you say cops? What stupid mudak with a badge would come here, what the FUCK. My friend, you must be mistaken! *Must've misheard him.*
  228. [20:30:50] <Sydney> ((Chief, I love your Vlad so much))
  229. [20:32:54] <Hoxton> *Hox leans in to raise his voice against the thuderous hardbass* Not in here! Ya heard of those copycats runnin about, robbin corner stores with our masks? Yeah that bank down the blocks's about to get robbed.
  230. [20:37:05] <Dallas> *Vlad seems to hear him right this time, and gets a thinking look on his face before he lightens up again and says dismissively* Don't worry, everything's fine. So this stupid son of a bitch Paycheck gang or whatever thinks they can steal your thunder, huh? HA! I tell you--after this job is over, nobody's gonna remember their fake asses. NOW, drink up, my friends! The night is young, and we have a lot to discuss! *He raises his glass to them in a hearty cheer, and bottoms up.*
  231. [20:38:38] <Sydney> *Sydney already likes what she's hearing. She raises her glass as well, then asks,* So what is this job then?
  232. [20:40:27] <Hoxton> *Hox lifts his glass to that, not commenting further for now. Well, most solutions will be rather easy for Vlad as the guy mostly just requires a bit of firepower to solve them. But the whole business of some fake Bain blackmailing guys to get shot when the cops arrive. It sits all matters of wrong with him. He takes a sip, then looks attentively at Vlad.* Yeah, we all ears, mate!
  233. [20:42:57] <Dragan> *Dragan's heart stopped for a split second when Vlad asked if he was Serbian, but thankfully he corrected himself. Dragan orders a beer as well. He raises his glass, says '?iveli!' but he probably wasn't heard over the music*
  234. [20:43:26] <Dallas> ((OH THAT WAS CLOSE.))
  235. [20:43:38] <Sydney> ((yeah there's a little itty bitty tiny bit of bad blood there))
  236. [20:44:03] <Dallas> ((First meeting ends in disaster after Dragan and Vlad end up engaging in fisticuffs.))
  237. [20:44:51] <Dragan> ((ruh roh!))
  238. [20:45:17] <Hoxton> ((I'd say proper night's out B'D))
  239.  
  240. 2019-04-04
  241.  
  242. [19:31:20] <Dallas> Vlad: *sitting back with a satisfied sigh from the burning liquor* All right. Let's talk.
  243. [19:32:04] <Dallas> It's Dmitri, you see. *preemptively holding up a hand* Ah-ah-ah, I know what you're thinking, clowns, but listen for now--open. Ears. *He gestures, then goes on* Open ears, and listen to this beautiful love story. Dmitri, you see, has found love. *with sudden vitriol* And it's not enough for this motherless son of a whore to steal MY Annie, my Heartbreaker Annie, torn right from my arms--ohhhh no, Annie is not good enough for Dmitri to marry, the rat bastard. He found this naive little girl, this "Stasya", he cannot stop talking about her on Facebook. *mockingly* Oh, Stasya, beautiful Stasya, love of my life, my very own Disney fucking PRINCESS--
  244. [19:32:52] <Hoxton> ((I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING.))
  245. [19:33:26] <Dallas> Every fucking DAY, pictures of Dmitri and Stasya together like a little storybook prince and princess--CLOWNS. *jabbing the table with a pointed finger* Vlad needs this stupid fairytale to stop.
  246. [19:37:09] <Hoxton> *Hox listens, eyes widening a little at the mention of Dmitri. Oh chrissakes the guy cant let it go, huh? Hox frowns a little, though his virtriol-filled talk is actually....he bites back a snort at the image of Vlad zealously checking Dmitris facebook. Also...good lord no one tell him he's got the keys to the Tasteful.* How would ya have us stop their fariytale? No offense, Vlad. That fella got his kneecaps shot out. Though....huh. At least Annie bailed from him, right? *HE MIGHT REGRET THAT*
  247. [19:37:40] <Hoxton> ((Hey hey! TIME FOR LUCIO TO MEET VLAD.))
  248. [19:37:54] <Dallas> ((Oh shit, just realized Dallas is still outside. They can come in TOGETHER. 8D))
  249. [19:38:41] <Lucio> ((Let's say Lucio went with Dallas to find a parking spot because ZIO and also good at spotting details.))
  250. [19:38:52] <Lucio> ((and it took fucking forever))
  251. [19:41:55] <Sydney> *Sydney looks down for a moment at the mention of Dmitri, her fingers idly tapping on the table. She soon she picks up her beer and finishes it off.*
  252. [19:46:33] <Hoxton> *Hox shoots Sydney a look. Not exactly apologetic but not accusing either. He is just as baffled that the Dmitri feud is still ongoing.*
  253. [19:46:56] <Lucio> ((i have a feeling it won't end until Russia stops trying to imperialize Ukraine.))
  254. [19:47:03] <Sydney> ((PFFFFFFFFFFFT))
  255. [19:47:23] <Lucio> ((which is when Putin dies, which is NEVER))
  256. [19:47:40] <Dallas> *By this point, Dallas and Lucio have found a parking spot, and are headed to the club. Dallas doesn't seem too talkative, and what he does say, he says in English. Clearly, he understands Italian, just seems reluctant to say anything in the language.*
  257. [19:48:14] <Dallas> Vlad: *every single syllable magically becoming a violent plosive in his mouth* You THINK a goat humping asshole like Dmitri looks at one beautiful woman and that's enough for him? He wants BOTH--and he will have none. *He's got a gleam in his eye, man with a plan.* This Dmitri, he thinks he's clever, hmm? *taps head* Not clever enough. Not as clever as your uncle Vlad! *settling back a bit* Stasya, this girl, she is a big appreciator of grand gestures, eh? Romanticism, chivalry... Dmitri is eating it all up. Listen up, clowns--Dmitri has something planned this weekend. I dunno what it is yet, but if it's about this Stasya, it's gonna be BIG, and we're gonna ruin the FUCK out of it.
  258. [19:49:51] <Sydney> *The edges of Sydney's lips curl into a slight smile.* Oh yeah? Whatcha thinking?
  259. [19:49:55] <Dallas> So-- *gestures* --you and Bain find out what's happening this weekend, and then-- *mimicking a bomb dropping, then blowing into a fireball* Neeee... PCHHHROWWWW! You BLOW IT UP. The whole thing. And I want you to film it for me, clowns. Every last second of it.
  260. [19:50:43] <Lucio> *Lucio takes this as a signal for "Italian is not a good thing to use in public here," and speaks in English as well. Doesn't say a whole lot, but sometimes he points out particularly funny drunken stumblings and shenanigans going on around them as they walk. Even those silence as they approach the club, which he eyes with some wariness. But he falls in, and follows Dallas.*
  261. [19:51:19] <Sydney> *Sydney's trying to hide her excitement. She's not doing a terribly good job of it.*
  262. [19:53:37] <Hoxton> *Now Hox is leaning a little back, as if pushed back by the sheer explosive vitriol of Vlad's. Jesus christ, the guy isnt fucking around. A little voice in his head warns him that it might include actual nukes but he thoughfully keeps those worries to himself.* Say, Vlad. Not to offend but I am curious ya see. Did this whole thing with Dmitri start with Annie? Cause....*he looks at him* Ya really hate that fella, huh?
  263. [19:53:39] <Dallas> *The bouncer seems a little suspicious of Lucio's fresh face and, erm, stature, but Dallas looks legit enough, and they're let through into the pounding music and flashing lights of the club. Takes a minute to locate their group, but then a guy in the corner booth stands up abruptly and exclaims* DALLAS! Over here, my friend! *--and Dallas guides Lucio over to where the others are sitting.*
  264. [19:54:58] <Hoxton> *Hox turns around, waving at the two.*
  265. [19:55:37] <Hoxton> *Uh. Not so much a big wave. More of a hand raise to signal them. ANYWAY.* Ah there they are. Just in for the big caliber.
  266. [19:57:26] <Lucio> ((a british version of a wave.))
  267. [19:57:41] <Sydney> ((the royal wave))
  268. [19:57:47] <Dallas> *Vlad's standing and waving enthusiastically, and then he sits back down and says to Hox* Annie? *He sounds bewildered, looking at him for a moment before saying darkly* Hoxton, my friend--you would understand my hatred for a cocksucker like Dmitri. He turned me in--EIGHT YEARS he took from me. Eight years I will never get back. My friend, I would rather eat a whole plate of steaming hot SHIT than ever forgive him.
  269. [19:58:34] <Sydney> So why not just kill him?
  270. [19:59:14] <Dallas> Vlad: Ah--but where is the fun in that? I want him to suffer, as he has made me suffer. Vlad is only getting started, my friends!
  271. [20:00:16] <Hoxton> *Oh shit* Oh shit. I didnt know that, mate. *He almost looks away, but doesnt. He looks at Vlad. Thing is, he can understand. He'd probably want the same for whoever ratted him out to the feds. And not that. EIght years. To his two, Hox looks adequately uncomfortable, biting down in his fist a little.* Fook me.
  272. [20:00:52] <Sydney> *Sydney thinks for a moment, then remarks shrewdly,* The problem is...we suffered a lot of fallout after that last job. What's gonna stop those kinds of consequences from fallin on our heads this time?
  273. [20:01:51] <Dallas> *Vlad is a casually dressed middle-aged man with short hair and a light dusting of mustache across his lip. Slavic accent. Deep crow's feet from smiling, and he does smile a lot, but his moods come and go like sudden storms. One moment he's smiling, the next, he's deadly serious.*
  274. [20:03:22] <Lucio> *Lucio's gaze focuses on Vlad, reading him. Tiny corrections, miniscule changes. Sloped shoulders, level chin. He's quiet and sober, but there is a much quieter form of the "i own the place" arrogance that he had before. He checks the table seating, but remains standing, hands resting lightly in his pockets. Just listening.*
  275. [20:03:31] <Dallas> *Vlad nods somberly, gives Hox a pat on the shoulder and a firm squeeze. Solidarity between two men who've both been fucked in the ass by rats. If anyone understands the burning need to track down a traitor, Vlad certainly does.* Drink up, my friends! Let's drink to lost time.
  276. [20:05:34] <Lucio> ((oh jesus if Lucio gets alcohol in him. welp.))
  277. [20:06:56] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at Sydney. Surprised this time. That's the same question he had been thinking about but didnt yet utter. He looks back at Vlad, nodding. Sighing.* No need to tell me twice. *ALSO SHIT. This might complicate things with Aleks. WELL. Drink now, brood later.* Hey ya two. Have a seat. *He motions for Dallas and Lucio to sit next to him, helping them to acquire chairs.*
  278. [20:07:02] <Dallas> *Dallas finds a seat, motions for Lucio to do the same, and Vlad, quickly recovering his good cheer, goes* Dallas! Come join us, have a drink-- *Then he notices Lucio standing there, and gives him a confused look before turning to the others.* And who is this?
  279. [20:07:40] <Sydney> ((Sydney's learning ;P))
  280. [20:08:41] <Hoxton> ((:D))
  281. [20:10:31] <Lucio> *Lucio flashes Vlad that wide, white toothy smile, and sweeps a bow.* Sorriso, at your service. *He stands, and takes the offered seat close to Hox.* I'm new.
  282. [20:14:15] <Dallas> Vlad: Sorriso, Sorriso... You must be, ah--Italian, eh? *motions to Lucio, saying to the others* I like this boy, he has good manners! Let's get him a drink! Vlad is buying tonight! *turning to Sydney* Don't even WORRY about this fallout! Everything will be kept under control. No deaths, maybe not even life-threatening injuries, only complete destruction of their romantic outing--what is there to complain about? They will have nothing to whine about! No worries!
  283. [20:15:21] <Dallas> Vlad: Vlad can be reasonable! *earnestly* Deep down, I am a romantic at heart also.
  284. [20:17:40] <Dallas> Vlad: *quickly clarifying, as he's ordering another round for them* No deaths! I want no deaths, I want only for Dmitri to SUFFER. Dmitri dies, and then all of a sudden ten years later, I come up with the best plan to crush and humiliate him--but where is Dmitri? Dead. Dust and bones. I cannot have this. I have far too many plans to kill him now.
  285. [20:17:43] <Hoxton> *Hox grins a little. Under his breath* He old enough to drink? *He clears his throat, listening carefully.* So ya want us to pull the....mother of party crashers. If there's gonna be a party. *He somehow doubts Vlad's words that this will be kept under control. Who could control Vlad? No one, maybe not even he himself.*
  286. [20:18:01] <Hoxton> ((HOTDAMN VLAD.))
  287. [20:18:16] <Dallas> Vlad: Dmitri will die a thousand deaths before I let him go. And you will help me, clowns!
  288. [20:18:18] <Sydney> ((I love Vlad))
  289. [20:18:55] <Sydney> ((I feel like he has a little journal in his nightstand labeled "DMITRI >:(" and he just puts his plots in it))
  290. [20:20:04] <Dallas> ((Vlad: *holding a wallet sized photo of Dmitri* I keep this photo of my nemesis to always fill my heart with hate.))
  291. [20:20:18] <Dallas> ((Vlad: I carry it wherever I go, and keep it on the other pillow next to my face when I sleep.))
  292. [20:20:53] <Hoxton> ((HAWR VLAD. MY SIDES.))
  293. [20:19:59] <Sydney> It's easy to say that, yeah, but we don't even know what's even going to happen.
  294. [20:20:18] <Sydney> We can't just wing it when a shitton of explosives are involved.
  295. [20:22:41] <Hoxton> *Hox keeps looking at Sydney, then shoots Dallas a look. Sydney voicing doubts to Vlad? HE is baffled but clears his throat before he speaks.* Ya know where this outing's gonna be? Or is that uncertain as well?
  296. [20:22:45] <Dallas> Vlad: *grudgingly admits* Okay, okay okay, so maybe there is a little bit risks of starting a gang war or whatever the fuck-- You are smart! You are the smartest clowns I know, and you will find this out for me. What Dmitri is planning, and how to fuck it all up. *said like this solves everything* Bain will help! *He gets a sour look, reaches in his pocket for his phone.*
  297. [20:23:26] <Dallas> Vlad: I dunno what the fuck the cocksucking mudak is planning! YOU find this out for me.
  298. [20:24:56] <Hoxton> *Hox actually flinches a little. Jesus the guy can be intimidating when ....like this. He just nods, takes a sip of the whiskey he ordered himself.*
  299. [20:25:01] <Dallas> *With that, Vlad squeezes past them to answer his phone. In the noise of the club, it's more shouting than talking. HELLO? WHO IS THIS. WHAT?!*
  300. [20:26:14] <Hoxton> *Nevermind, Hox is taking another, deep sip. He lowers the glass, looking at Syd.* Looka this. Didn't think ya'd say all this to him.
  301. [20:27:08] <Dallas> *Dallas waits till Vlad is well out of earshot, then says* What's all this about Dmitri? Somebody give me and the kid the skinny.
  302. [20:27:35] <Sydney> *Sydney's quiet for a moment. To Hox:* I fucked things up before cuz I got carried away having fun with what the contractor wanted. I ain't gonna let that happen again.
  303. [20:28:32] <Sydney> Make no mistake, I'm looking forward to this job, but ya gotta be smart about it. After all, if you don't even know what you're blowing up, you might not bring enough explosives.
  304. [20:30:47] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at Sydney. For a moment there and tensely nods.* Well since I aint eager for another....talk to Boris. Appreciate the thought, lassie. *He bites back a sharper reply, wondering if that has anything to do with Wolf being weirdly pacifistic before the cockroaches. HE turns to Dallas and Lucio* So Dmitri apparently has a new girlfriend. They gonna have some kinda outtin durin the weekend and Vlad wants us to ruin it. Crash the party.
  305. [20:31:53] <Sydney> With explosives.
  306. [20:32:05] <Hoxton> *Hox snorts a little, sneaking Vlad a glance.* He aint happy. First Annie, now that ....Stasya lady. But here's the kicker. *He looks a little awkward* Dmitri is the fella who ratted Vlad into eight years of jail.
  307. [20:32:32] <Lucio> *Lucio has... not ordered alcohol yet. He's tapping his fingers and toes restlessly beneath the table and eyeing the club floor every once in a while. Abruptly-* Psychedelics. Those'll fuck any date up. *A shrug* Even something as light as pot will get them crazy, if you're gonna be blowing things up around them. Better yet, dope him up and not her.
  308. [20:34:37] <Dallas> *Ouch. Dallas grimaces at the rat thing, shoots Vlad a glance as well. He's off to the side, yelling into the phone and gesturing. Not the pleasant kind of "MY FRIENDS!" yelling either.*
  309. [20:37:06] <Hoxton> Yeah. Exactly. *Hox takes another sip, then looks rather surprised at Lucio.* Dopin their food and drink like that? *He laughs, short and loud.* Could actually work. Bloody hell. Some acid in the punch?
  310. [20:38:00] <Dallas> *Dallas thinks about it, nods.* Could work. Couple firecrackers after a little LSD, that'd scare the shit outta anyone.
  311. [20:38:14] <Lucio> *Lucio nods towards something on the far side of the club floor, but whatever it is, its out of view now, blocked by the shifting of bodies on the dance floor. He looks at Hox, and grins.* Yeah. Something like that.
  312. [20:38:27] <Sydney> Dunno if that's the best idea. People can get hella unpredictable when they're tripping balls, and that's not a good mix with things that go boom.
  313. [20:38:59] <Sydney> *She's speaking from experience.*
  314. [20:39:57] <Dallas> *The briefing is over--for now. No doubt Vlad will insist on updates, but it'll be up to you guys to do the legwork, figure out what Dmitri's up to, and what you wanna do about it. You now have free run of the Sova Club.*
  315. [20:40:08] <Dragan> We should probably start talking about how we're gonna fuck 'em after we actually know what they're doin, huh?
  316. [20:40:20] <Hoxton> Dunno about me but that sounds like a story to me. *he grins a little.*
  317. [20:42:05] <Hoxton> Firecrackers and trippin people. Somethin to consider. *He nods* A little baggies of weed or coke or meth. Fook em right up on drugs.
  318. [20:42:52] <Sydney> *She winks at Hox.* Story for another time, I think.
  319. [20:42:58] <Lucio> *Lucio looks at Dragan, then grins, tips his head back.* Stalking a crime lord, sounds like a fun time, huh?
  320. [20:43:56] <Hoxton> *Hox looks over at Vlad. Definitely not envying whoever he's yelling at.* Fair enough, Dragan. Well Vlad told us he's bein yappy on facebook. Maybe we luck out and he tells us there what the fook's gonna happen.
  321. [20:45:06] <Dallas> Vlad: WHAT? WHAT?! I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR--HELLO? It's fucking loud in here, I'm gonna go outside-- *And that's him wandering off through the crowd.*
  322. [20:45:20] <Hoxton> ((:D))
  323. [20:46:35] <Hoxton> And well, looks like Vlad's bein busy. Free drinks. *He leans back, lazily holding his whiskey with one hand. In a soft tone* And I'll be doin Dmitris job in a couple days. Fuck me.
  324. [20:46:50] <Sydney> I'd be careful who you tell that.
  325. [20:47:44] <Sydney> ...Or, alternately, you could leave some presents behind in the club. Rotting shrimp in the curtain rods, all that jazz.
  326. [20:48:15] <Hoxton> *Beat* Rottin shrimp in curtain rods?
  327. [20:48:54] <Sydney> Mmhmm! Stinks to high heaven, and nobody's gonna check inside a curtain rod if they're looking for a bad smell. And when they can't take it anymore and move out, they take the curtain rod with 'em!
  328. [20:49:29] <Dallas> *Dallas wrinkles his nose, looking disgusted.* Now that's a step too far.
  329. [20:49:45] <Sydney> Nah, it's fuckin hilarious, mate.
  330. [20:51:09] <Hoxton> Calm fuckin down, satan. Blimey, that's disgustin. But cant shit in the nest I'll sit in. *He shrugs* Maybe summat for Dmitri to consider. Y'know. That outin.
  331. [20:51:10] <Lucio> *Lucio's gaze trails after Vlad for a long second, but eventually he tears his gaze away. He looks at Sydney with a mixture of awe and disgust on his face.* Damn.
  332. [20:53:41] <Hoxton> Thing is, any ideas we bench....we can probably use again at some point. *He runs a hand over his carefully made hair* Vlad explicitly doesnt want us to kill him. He's go...revenge plans. A dozen of em.
  333. [20:54:47] <Sydney> *A wicked, smug smirk has formed on Sydney's face, and she basks in their reactions to the prank.*
  334. [20:56:56] <Dallas> *The disgust fades off Dallas' face, and he chuckles, pulling his phone out to send a text. No point calling with the music blasting in the club.* All right, I'll let Bain know. Try and figure out what's going on with this Dmitri guy. Could be worse, right? Crashing a party.
  335. [20:57:24] <Sydney> More like 'smashing' a party. Am I right?
  336. [21:00:28] <Hoxton> Yeah. I...think so. Once we know what and where, I think. *He peers at Sydney* Well. Some of us will have fun and some of us will have a blast. *He takes a sip* Jesus, that's Vlad for ya.
  337. [21:00:59] <Sydney> *She snickers at Hox's wordplay.*
  338. [21:01:47] <Hoxton> Well. Any of ya got facebook? Why not have a look? Maybe not the traditional stalkin, for sure.
  339. [21:02:21] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head.* I don't got one.
  340. [21:02:37] <Dallas> Uh-uh. I can make one. Maybe.
  341. [21:02:49] <Dragan> Nah *Dragan doesn't use social media*
  342. [21:02:50] <Dallas> ((Profile picture will be the ski mask.))
  343. [21:02:55] <Hoxton> ((YES.))
  344. [21:03:00] <Dragan> ((HA))
  345. [21:03:12] <Sydney> ((Dathanial Irone))
  346. [21:02:53] <Hoxton> *Looks at him* Do it.
  347. [21:03:24] <Hoxton> And hey, Lu--Sorriso. No drinks? It's on the house tonight. Kick back and relax some.
  348. [21:03:29] <Dallas> Okay! *And there's Dallas tip-tapping away on his phone, brow furrowed in concentration. Off to make a Facebook account.*
  349. [21:04:42] <Hoxton> *And you bet Hox is gonna sneak glances. Oh this gonna be good. Dallas making a facebook account. Oh the potential trolling.*
  350. [21:07:40] <Hoxton> Ya gonna put a profile pic onto that account? *he leans over curiously*
  351. [21:09:17] <Dallas> Yeah. *raising the phone at him like he means to take a picture of him* Smile! --nah, I'm kidding. I'll steal someone's photo.
  352. [21:10:25] <Hoxton> *A brief deer-in-the-headlights-look and he laughs and poses a little.* Hey ya gonna need a handsome mug for that page, right?
  353. [21:10:46] <Dallas> *Dallas snaps a photo of him.*
  354. [21:11:04] <Sydney> *Sydney lifts her empty beer mug.* Eh? Ehh?
  355. [21:11:05] <Dallas> *cracks a grin* Thanks, kid.
  356. [21:12:35] <Hoxton> *Hox looks baffled the moment after the picture is taken.* Oi! Ya madman! *He looks mockingly outraged, then leans back and smugly takes a sip* Ya welcome. Now ya page almost unbearably handsome.
  357. [21:12:44] <Lucio> *Lucio's grinning at this, highly amused. He glances at Hox, shrugs slightly, but doesn't respond verbally. He glances at the club floor, drawing all the details in.*
  358. [21:14:17] <Hoxton> Drinks aint ya thing? Well....I bet they got juice there. Or...softdrinks. C'mon kiddo.
  359. [21:14:36] <Dallas> *without looking up from his phone* Nice glass of warm milk.
  360. [21:14:45] <Hoxton> ((HAWR.))
  361. [21:14:57] <Sydney> Or do ya taste in intoxicants run more towards the illicit side?
  362. [21:15:47] <Lucio> *There's a brief shadow of a grimace, and then his head snaps over to Dallas* Hey, fuck you, old man. *He shakes his head at Sydney* I don't... *He grimaces visibly* do good with drugs.
  363. [21:17:04] <Lucio> *Beat* Guess if they've got some kinda coffee I'll take that.
  364. [21:17:32] <Dallas> *Dallas grins at the sharp retort.* Hey, don't sweat it. I'm not drinking tonight either.
  365. [21:18:45] <Sydney> Yeah, I'll have something now and again, but the real hard stuff and me don't go well.
  366. [21:20:02] <Sydney> Took getting shot to realize that, but hey, you live and learn.
  367. [21:20:31] <Hoxton> *Hox deftly downs his whiskey. He shudders a little.* Sure they got summat like that there. I think. *he leans back, looking around the club* Interestin place. Dunno about ya fellas, but this place. It's jus very Vlad. *He looks at Sydney* Doubt ya mean booze huh? Havent been much into drugs either. *beat* Apart from weed....a little coke. And that one time I tried acid. *A look at Lucio.* Drugs are bad, just sayin.
  368. [21:20:42] <Dallas> *quickly skirting past the drugs talk* All right-- Coffee, then. *Dallas flags down a waitress, gets Lucio a coffee. How's he take it, black?*
  369. [21:21:32] <Dallas> *HE'S A RECOVERING ADDICT, YOU GUYS, STOP TALKING ABOUT DRUGS.*
  370. [21:21:41] <Sydney> ((Wait, he is?))
  371. [21:21:58] <Lucio> ((not exactly.))
  372. [21:22:17] <Lucio> ((you'll see in a second.))
  373. [21:21:46] <Hoxton> Shot? The fuck were ya doin in straya?
  374. [21:23:28] <Lucio> *Yep. Black. He relaxes slightly, as the coffee is ordered, the smile's back.*
  375. [21:24:27] <Sydney> *Sydney scratches the back of her neck. Replying to Hoxton:* Did meth once. Ended up shooting myself cuz I wanted to know what it felt like. Spoiler alert: it fucking hurt.
  376. [21:25:08] <Lucio> *Lucio chokes on his laughter.* Smart.
  377. [21:25:29] <Sydney> Haven't touched hard stuff since. My impulse control is bad enough as it is.
  378. [21:25:34] <Dallas> *Dallas lets out a slow breath, grimacing in sympathy.* Jesus. Never again, huh?
  379. [21:25:59] <Hoxton> *Hox guilty doesnt manage to hide a snort*
  380. [21:26:44] <Hoxton> *He starts laughing* Sorry, lassie but...Chrissakes!
  381. [21:27:17] <Sydney> Oh, I know! I'm a fucking idiot!
  382. [21:27:24] <Sydney> No fucking argument here!
  383. [21:27:45] <Dallas> Hey, at least you can say you've had the experience. Helluva story to tell at parties, I imagine. *Speaking of being shot, Dallas gives Lucio a little up-nod, asks* Y'ever been shot, kid? Shot at?
  384. [21:28:29] <Hoxton> Probably a smart move eh? *he snorts.* I know I know. Just...blimey. *Sorry the image of a high Sydney just staring at her leg in concentration. He's glad she didnt lose her leg but the image is pretty fucking hilarious.*
  385. [21:29:41] <Lucio> *When the coffee arrives, Lucio gives a thankful nod to the waitress, and starts blowing on it to cool it down. He pauses to think it over.* Don't think they were aimin' to kill, but yeah, a couple times. Once, properly. *He returns to blowing on the coffee, takes a tip.*
  386. [21:30:56] <Sydney> *Sydney crosses her arms, smirking.* I didn't fucking half-ass it either. Someone smarter than me mighta shot their foot or grazed their arm. Nope! Fuckin shot myself right here. *She gestures to the outermost left part of her waist.*
  387. [21:31:30] <Hoxton> *Once Hox has calmed down some, He whistles.* Really? Ouch.
  388. [21:31:49] <Hoxton> *That was to Lucio. Hard to imagine cops dashing after him and shooting.*
  389. [21:32:49] <Hoxton> *To Sydney.* Jesus christ! We got two ends of the bloody spectrum there! If there is one good thing bout europe, it's that you get shot at much less than round here. ...Usually.
  390. [21:32:55] <Dallas> *to Sydney* Definitely a one-time thing, huh? Definitely no need to repeat this experiment. *Then, turning to Lucio* What happened? How'd you get away?
  391. [21:35:04] <Lucio> *A nod* Some fuckers caught me in their district. Well "their". They were trying to claim it, decided that anyone fucking around in it would get attacked. They caught me trying to get into a house, I guess some were doped or drunk or something-- their shots were bullshit. *A lazy grin* They didn't know that place, though. I knew a dead end alley I could get out of over the rooftops. They couldn't follow.
  392. [21:37:58] <Hoxton> Nice one! Aint surprisin me either. Ya like your rooftops, huh? I know that kinda cocksuckers. Bad luck they caught ya though. Did they shoot ya while ya were climbin? Or was it another time?
  393. [21:38:03] <Dallas> *Dallas nods, says* Attaboy. *About as close to a compliment as it gets. But a close call like that, it's no small thing.*
  394. [21:40:10] <Lucio> They did. *A shrug.* I climb fast. *About a quarter of the coffee is gone by now, he takes another sip. There's significantly less tapping under the table.*
  395. [21:40:43] <Sydney> Didja get 'em back? Or did ya just run?
  396. [21:40:51] <Lucio> Ran.
  397. [21:41:18] <Dallas> *Dallas watches the kid curiously. Huh. So he was jonesing. And he'd assumed the kid was just brimming with energy.*
  398. [21:41:59] <Lucio> ((Again, not exactly, but close!))
  399. [21:42:16] <Hoxton> Impressive. Not a small feat to go on after bein shot. *he sighs and chuckles.* Ahh. Climbin fences. Reminds me that one time I went to steal the crown jewels.
  400. [21:42:34] <Lucio> You did what?
  401. [21:42:48] <Dallas> *Dallas is grinning now, though he doesn't comment.*
  402. [21:42:54] <Lucio> *Lucio stares at Hox, then shakes his head.* Nah. You didn't. Nobody goes after those.
  403. [21:43:10] <Sydney> *Sydney's eyes sparkle.* Oh he went after some crown jewels alright.
  404. [21:43:44] <Dallas> *Now that gets Dallas chuckling.* You guys mind if I smoke?
  405. [21:43:54] <Hoxton> *Hox leans forward, a cheeky sparkle in his eyes* I did. I shit ya not. Weeeeell. Let's say, my eagerness was ahead of my plannin skills back then. I did climb the fence.
  406. [21:44:28] <Hoxton> *Beat* Then some guard caught me climbin. I....climbed the fence back.
  407. [21:44:46] <Sydney> *Sydney starts cackling.*
  408. [21:45:13] <Dallas> *muffled, cigarette in his mouth* He climbed the fence, all right. Nobody call him a liar. *He offers his pack around in case anyone else feels like having one.*
  409. [21:46:13] <Hoxton> Look, I was young. And man, to hold those beauties in ya hand. *he looks at Dallas, shakes his head.* Go right ahead. *He grins and takes a smoke for himself* Cheers. Also please, I said I went to steal the jeweles. If I manage, another question.
  410. [21:46:35] <Lucio> *Lucio snorts, grins, shakes his head, and takes another long sip of coffee. Sets it down. He's smiling, but it's not as broad or as flashy as before. More genuine. Calmer. Before, he'd have flashes between intense focus and drifting, darting gaze. Now, there's less fluctuation, less extreme.* Just having the guts to do that shit is something.
  411. [21:46:37] <Dallas> Maybe someday, huh? *offers him a light*
  412. [21:47:30] <Sydney> ((he's got ADHD doesn't he))
  413. [21:47:30] <Dallas> ((On the car ride there, Dallas thought the kid might have ADHD or something.))
  414. [21:47:37] <Lucio> ((he does))
  415. [21:47:42] <Sydney> ((knew it))
  416. [21:47:44] <Dallas> ((Aha, and coffee--))
  417. [21:47:58] <Lucio> ((Coffee is a stimulant. Coffee calms him down.))
  418. [21:49:23] <Hoxton> *Which Hox takes with a wink.* Cheers! And oi, I am countin on it. Ya ever see the big diamond? Koh-i-Noor?
  419. [21:50:52] <Hoxton> Not to say I aint lookin good in a crown either. It's just. Ahh... the ultimate heist. For a brit, that is.
  420. [21:51:19] <Dallas> Who hasn't seen that big bastard? *clarifying* Not up close, not--y'know, in the flesh. In the stone. Whatever.
  421. [21:51:26] <Dragan> *Dragan takes a smoke, nods to Dallas* Thanks, man
  422. [21:52:39] <Dallas> *Ever the gentleman, Dallas offers Dragan a light as well. Gotta make sure his friends are well supplied in ciggies.*
  423. [21:53:28] <Hoxton> The scepter has the second largest diamond in it as well. *Hox looks dreamily, taking a drag.* Ahh. I had big ambitions and a tiny plan. Summat ten years ago.
  424. [21:53:53] <Dallas> Ah, you don't wanna do that. You're gonna break the Queen's heart, kid.
  425. [21:54:56] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow.* Don't even get me fucking started on the Queen, mate.
  426. [21:55:14] <Lucio> *Lucio arches one right back* Why, she killed your mama?
  427. [21:55:42] <Hoxton> *Hox thinks for a little, then grinning.* Alright, I can settle with one of the stones. Sharin is carin, right? And ya know what. If I was a filthy heretic, I'd say she'd kick it in a couple of years. But mark me words. She'll bloody outlive us all.
  428. [21:56:00] <Sydney> Wish she had, honestly. That'd have been funny as fuck.
  429. [21:58:05] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles at Syd* Why that, she shit in ya cornflakes?
  430. [21:58:25] <Lucio> *To Hox* See, at this point, I'm pretty damn sure she's just bathing in the blood of virgins to stay alive.
  431. [21:59:14] <Hoxton> Bathin? Please. Who the fuck knows, she might be a vampire or summat. *He chuckles* A little late start but hey who knows right?
  432. [21:59:31] <Hoxton> You gotta respect her however. So much bullshite, and she keeps goin. Bless.
  433. [22:00:02] <Dallas> *Dallas leans back, taking a drag, trying to see Hox in a crown. Smug little shit in a crown, twirling a priceless scepter. Wouldn't put it past him, honestly.*
  434. [22:00:14] <Sydney> *She's about to start a rant, but halts.* I'm not drunk enough to ruin our night out. Yet, at any rate.
  435. [22:00:41] <Dallas> *perking up at Sydney's words* Hold up, I wanna hear this. What's your beef with the Queen of England?
  436. [22:01:14] <Sydney> ((Lucio do you see what you've done))
  437. [22:01:20] <Lucio> ((yes.))
  438. [22:01:24] <Sydney> ((This is your fault))
  439. [22:01:26] <Lucio> ((I am pleased with my actions.))
  440. [22:03:16] <Sydney> *Sydney sighs, then inhales deeply.* Okay, my fucking problem with the Queen is how literally everyone in her ""domain"" wants to fuck her.
  441. [22:03:38] <Hoxton> *Hox chockes. Then starts to fucking LAUGH.*
  442. [22:03:42] <Dallas> *Dallas stares, mouth ajar. Blinks, frowns.*
  443. [22:03:50] <Lucio> ((FUCK YES))
  444. [22:03:57] <Dallas> *He rears back a bit, looking around. You guys hearing this?*
  445. [22:04:00] <Lucio> ((HAHAHAHHA I AM INDEED THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS))
  446. [22:04:37] <Hoxton> *he snorts then stops. Blinks.* Wait. Ya....serious? *he looks at Dallas* Look I aint into that.....y'know. What the fook, Sydney.
  447. [22:04:54] <Dragan> *Dragan looks at Sydney, confused*
  448. [22:05:05] <Lucio> *Lucio chokes on his coffee, sputters, manages to spit it back *
  449. [22:05:06] <Hoxton> ((So...she's a GILF.))
  450. [22:05:28] <Hoxton> ((GILF. Or QUILF.))
  451. [22:07:30] <Dallas> *still looking bewildered* All right, you're gonna have to slow this one down for us, Syd. The marriage thing, I kinda get. This is--this is far out, man.
  452. [22:07:33] <Lucio> *Lucio chokes on his coffee, manages to spit it back into the cup, and looks up.* Do we gotta kinkshame the entire nation of England now?
  453. [22:10:12] <Sydney> *Sydney looks to Lucio, and says with absolute sincerity,* Yes. *To the others.* Tell me. If it were guaranteed that you wouldn't be caught and shit, and she invited you to have tea with her, would you go?
  454. [22:10:43] <Dallas> *beat; looking confused* Sure, yeah.
  455. [22:10:57] <Dallas> *It's immediately followed by a flicker of suspicion. Doubt. What's the implication here?*
  456. [22:11:39] <Sydney> Why? She's just an old biddie.
  457. [22:11:45] <Hoxton> Yeah! Bloody hell. Tea with the Queen! Where's the catch?
  458. [22:12:13] <Sydney> No catch. I'm just curious why you're so eager.
  459. [22:12:34] <Lucio> *Lucio shrugs.* Dunno what I'd have to talk to her about, myself.
  460. [22:12:37] <Dallas> She's famous. Important to a lotta people. *gestures* Hell, I'd meet Putin if he wanted to have tea and biscuits with me. Or the Pope. Whoever.
  461. [22:13:20] <Hoxton> Well, ya got the bloody Queen of England. She's...an institution. SHe's been queen when ya still were liquid. Or I was. Besides tea in her bloody palast? Hell yeah!
  462. [22:14:03] <Lucio> *Lucio looks at them, blinks, then looks at Sydney.* I think I understand what you mean by people wanting to fuck the queen.
  463. [22:14:19] <Dallas> *Dallas nods his agreement. Sounds about right.* It's paying your respects, in a sense--hey, c'mon, now. I wouldn't sleep with her.
  464. [22:14:34] <Dallas> *HIS AGREEMENT TO HOX. HE'S NOT FUCKING THE QUEEN.*
  465. [22:15:18] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles and shudder* Cheers, me neither. Whatever float's one's boat. But I am perfectly fine with that tea.
  466. [22:15:41] <Lucio> *He picks up his coffee and takes a drink, flashes Dallas a grin.* You sure?
  467. [22:15:50] <Dallas> I'm sure it's a foreign concept to you kids, but it's possible to respect someone without wanting to take 'em to bed.
  468. [22:16:00] <Dallas> Yeah, I'm sure. *NO, HE'S NOT. WHAT IS HAPPENING.*
  469. [22:16:20] <Lucio> *Lucio starts laughing his head off at that comment.*
  470. [22:16:25] <Hoxton> ((Trump: *LEANS IN* 8D))
  471. [22:16:39] <Dallas> ((AH SHIT, GO AWAY MR. PRESIDENT.))
  472. [22:16:39] <Lucio> ((oh my god I love this))
  473. [22:17:00] <Sydney> What has she done to be respectable? Waved at some parades?
  474. [22:17:46] <Sydney> It's not respect that's summoning you to tea like a dinner bell.
  475. [22:17:57] <Dallas> It's what she represents. Y'know, history. Call her a relic if you like, but the British Empire used to be a major world power. *to Hox* No offense.
  476. [22:19:39] <Hoxton> Well, she did serve in World War II. Mechanic and summat. And yea right! I think she also decided not to fook with australia becomin a republic. So there's that!
  477. [22:19:51] <Sydney> *To Dallas.* Power. You're getting closer to the truth of it. But it's not even a direct kind of power. She doesn't really tell people what to do. She just is.
  478. [22:20:21] <Lucio> *Softly* You wanna fuck the crown.
  479. [22:20:22] <Dallas> Yeah, she was born into it. *beat* All right, I get it. You're saying power is sexy--it is, I'll give you that.
  480. [22:20:33] <Hoxton> Addionally to bein england personified. And an actual relic. *he chuckles at Dallas* None taken.
  481. [22:20:43] <Sydney> Bing bing bing, we have a winner. *She points at Lucio.*
  482. [22:20:43] <Dallas> *flattening his mouth out wryly* All right...
  483. [22:21:42] <Hoxton> Nah, honestly I dont get it. Still pretty sure I'd give her a pass if it....y'know. Came to that kinda proposal.
  484. [22:22:07] <Sydney> Oh yeah? What if it made you the King of England?
  485. [22:22:23] <Dallas> *Dallas frowns.* I don't think that's how it works.
  486. [22:22:37] <Sydney> It's about the prestige. The royalty.
  487. [22:22:57] <Dallas> His son--with the Queen. His son would be king. Assuming she even--wait, why are we talking about this? Jesus. *takes a drag*
  488. [22:23:23] <Hoxton> Pff. Still pass. She....aint my type, so to say. And while I'd look fuckin terrific in a crown and all that, I sure as fook dont wanna be King.
  489. [22:23:43] <Lucio> *Lucio is choking back laughter, and eventually his willpower gives out and he is just howling with it.*
  490. [22:24:54] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles, knocking some ash off.* You guys are fucked.
  491. [22:25:06] <Sydney> But you'd still want to go to tea with the Queen. You got nothing to gain from it, aside from basking in her majesties' presence.
  492. [22:26:29] <Sydney> You wanna see yourself reflected in the glint of the crown jewels.
  493. [22:26:52] <Hoxton> Oi ya now bein.....royalist. Ya know if the Queen isnt actually someone really fun to talk to? She aint stupid, that's fo sho! And I gotta respect someone who's lived that long.
  494. [22:27:18] <Dragan> *Dragan still looks confused* Who'd wanna fuck the queen, anyway? She's gotta be at least 90....
  495. [22:27:37] <Hoxton> And sure I want. *he grins fiercely* Cause nothing like a little motivation for a good heist.
  496. [22:28:04] <Dallas> So maybe the Queen doesn't do it for you two. Don't tell me you wouldn't wanna meet Elvis. Or David Bowie--whoever you want. Everybody's got somebody like that. And it's got nothing to do with crowns, or fucking.
  497. [22:28:07] <Hoxton> *To Dragan and Dallas* I am perfectly fine with not....ugh. Why's it all sex with ya anyway?
  498. [22:28:18] <Sydney> *Sydney looks incredulously at Hoxton.* Are you serious? Really, super old people are boring. If they did anything interesting with their lives, they'd have died.
  499. [22:28:19] <Dallas> You'd get to tell people, "I've met... Elvis. I shook his hand." Isn't that cool?
  500. [22:28:57] <Sydney> Yeah, then you're hoping people want to fuck you so they get closer to Elvis.
  501. [22:29:19] <Sydney> Why should anyone give a shit?
  502. [22:29:24] <Dallas> Whaddaya got against fame? We're famous. People probably wanna fuck you just for the mask, kid.
  503. [22:29:40] <Dallas> A chance to look at it. Maybe even wear it for a second.
  504. [22:29:42] <Hoxton> *To Dallas* Yeah that's what I am sayin!
  505. [22:29:48] <Dallas> To some people, you are the Queen of England.
  506. [22:30:01] <Sydney> You're just proving my point.
  507. [22:30:06] <Lucio> *At that, Lucio chokes off his howls, stares at Dallas.* Shit. That's true, ain't it? *Beat* And I'm, maybe part of this now, huh?
  508. [22:30:28] <Dallas> *to Lucio* You are--so get used to the groupies, kid. There's fan clubs out there.
  509. [22:30:43] <Hoxton> Besides she didnt shoot herself on meth. I can respect that. And hey, she's lived in the bloody war and made it. She's seen...the moonlandin. Dyin is easy. Livin not so much.
  510. [22:30:47] <Dallas> The second you walk out there with your mask on, they'll be on you like Brits on crumpets.
  511. [22:31:06] <Sydney> *Sydney mutters,* Like Brits on royalty.
  512. [22:31:07] <Hoxton> Oi! *Hox looks at Dallas with a smile*
  513. [22:31:13] <Dallas> *The moon landing. That stuns Dallas into silence for a moment.*
  514. [22:31:28] <Lucio> Fan clubs? *He stares at Dallas, incredulous. He seems... less young, calm like this. More like who he claims to be: a thief, with a steady, _seeing_ gaze. He shakes his head.*
  515. [22:31:45] <Sydney> Oh yeah, just wait for the fanfic.
  516. [22:31:49] <Hoxton> We got a whole gaggle of copycats.
  517. [22:32:21] <Sydney> ((sydney is a fangirl who made her OC canon, unlike those other cowards))
  518. [22:32:22] <Hoxton> So yeah, brace for infamy, kid. But yeah! So I still dont see myself standin at attention for her Majesty!
  519. [22:32:42] <Dallas> *Dallas looks at Lucio, says* Fan clubs. Y'know, true crime buffs. They make up theories about us. Imagine getting grabbed on a robbery, all kinds of romantic bullshit.
  520. [22:34:11] <Sydney> Oh, I read a great one the other day.
  521. [22:34:37] <Hoxton> Or are ya still mad ya fellas were England's jail island? *He grins mischievously.*
  522. [22:34:38] <Dallas> *Dallas takes a drag, raising his eyebrows.* Oh yeah?
  523. [22:34:48] <Dallas> ((OH GOD.))
  524. [22:34:55] <Sydney> ((>:D))
  525. [22:37:11] <Lucio> Minchia... *He just shakes his head, takes a very long drink of coffee.* Porco cane. What kinda shit do they write about us?
  526. [22:38:08] <Lucio> *He corrects himself* You guys.
  527. [22:38:13] <Sydney> Yeah. "Texas Snow". One of those "oooh, you're a villain and I'm sworn to bring you to justice, but you're so devilishly sexy I can't help but let you go" kinda deals. But with you *She nods to Dallas* and that Captain Winters guy.
  528. [22:38:51] <Sydney> It was. Fucking. Hilarious.
  529. [22:39:19] <Dallas> *Dallas looks startled. Then confused. Then he breaks out of it and scoffs out* Jesus. Are these people for real?
  530. [22:39:22] <Hoxton> *Ok that makes Hox forget the Queen deal for a moment. He looks at her with big eyes, then hides his laughter. Not completely* Holy fuck.
  531. [22:39:38] <Dallas> This can't be--is this allowed?
  532. [22:40:00] <Dallas> *Clearly uninitiated in the esoteric ways of fanfiction.*
  533. [22:40:02] <Lucio> *Lucio starts laughing again, but its half out of shock.*
  534. [22:40:23] <Sydney> No, no, no, you haven't even heard the best part yet.
  535. [22:40:32] <Hoxton> *That gets Hox laughing out loud. He slaps Dallas on his shoulder.* I am sorry for ya, fella! Seems Syd is tryin to say summat to us.
  536. [22:41:30] <Dallas> *Still looking a mix of flabbergasted and disturbed, Dallas shakes his head and starts scrolling around on his phone, smoking the cigarette to a stub. Clearly looking for the story in question.*
  537. [22:41:44] <Sydney> *Sydney starts helplessly giggling just thinking about it. She tries to get words through when she's trying to take breaths.* The fuckwit who wrote this. Thought that you. Were actually. From Texas.
  538. [22:42:51] <Sydney> You...you had a cowboy hat. When you were in civvies.
  539. [22:43:37] <Hoxton> *Hox is laughing hard. Picturing the fanfiction's getup on Dallas. A little flushed but laughing very hard.*
  540. [22:43:37] <Dallas> *in a shoddy approximation of a Texan accent* Well, I'll be goddamned. *at the cowboy hat, breaking character* Ah, goddamn it. That's just-- Is that libel? It's libel, right?
  541. [22:44:18] <Hoxton> I bloody dont wanna know what they write about me. But fuckin Dallas of Texas. That's bloody amazin!
  542. [22:44:51] <Sydney> *Sydney looses it again as Dallas tries the Texan accent.*
  543. [22:45:06] <Dallas> ((Dallas: *chainsmoking, yells into the next room* What's a power bottom? Anybody know what a power bottom is?))
  544. [22:45:16] <Sydney> ((AHHHHHAHAHHAHA))
  545. [22:45:32] <Hoxton> ((OH MY GOD.))
  546. [22:45:44] <Dragan> ((PFFFT))
  547. [22:45:57] <Lucio> ((Holy shit.))
  548. [22:46:09] <Hoxton> Oh my god, Dallas! Do it again! The accent was on bloody point!
  549. [22:46:10] <Sydney> *Sydney gasps for breath.* And oh god. The dialogue.
  550. [22:46:38] <Hoxton> Tell me there were handcuffs involved. And shields! Please!
  551. [22:47:04] <Lucio> *Lucio's laughter has gone silent. He stands up, somewhat hurriedly.* I'll be back. *He veers off in the direction of the bathroom. Slightly urgent.*
  552. [22:47:08] <Sydney> And nightsticks. Can't forget those!
  553. [22:48:43] <Dallas> *Dallas clears his throat, looks a little bewildered by what he's witnessing, but frowns and reads out in his approximation of a Texan accent* "Gimme a taste of that sweet police brutality, hoss."
  554. [22:48:50] <Dallas> *looking up* All right, someone's getting sued.
  555. [22:49:04] <Hoxton> ((PFFFFFT.))
  556. [22:49:05] <Lucio> ((A character detail that I almost forgot he has.))
  557. [22:49:44] <Sydney> *Sydney's completely lost it. She's face-down on the table laughing, her sides shaking.*
  558. [22:50:15] <Hoxton> *Hox is laughing hard, shooting the kid a look between breaths.* No BLOODY WAY. They didnt! Oh my fuckin god, please don't, mate! How many chapters does that thing have?
  559. [22:50:43] <Dallas> Dallas, sounding distraught: Twenty, and it's ongoing!
  560. [22:51:08] <Dallas> *reading aloud* "I'll update soon, school's keeping me busy." Goddamn it, it's some kid!
  561. [22:51:53] <Dragan> *Dragan's been trying not to laugh but at this point he can't help it* Jesus... what the actual fuck man
  562. [22:52:15] <Hoxton> ((The author's note. Oh my god.))
  563. [22:52:26] <Dragan> ((HAHAHHAHAH))
  564. [22:52:38] <Sydney> ((this is the best))
  565. [22:53:03] <Hoxton> Course! Syd's a parade example they like their sexy shite! At least Winters aint such a raisin yet! Gross! *He wipes a tear from his face*
  566. [22:53:44] <Dragan> ((i wonder if winters is ever gonna see this))
  567. [22:53:53] <Sydney> ((AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH))
  568. [22:54:09] <Sydney> (("BISHOP! What is the meaning of this?!"))
  569. [22:54:20] <Sydney> (("Are they TAUNTING me?!"))
  570. [22:54:43] <Dallas> Oh God, I will-- *And Dallas gently puts the phone on the table, face down, and backs up like it's a live snake.* I will spare you all the pain of seeing your own stories. That one's plenty.
  571. [22:56:05] <Sydney> *Sydney eventually can't laugh anymore, and she sits back up with a happy sigh. She dabs at her eyes with her sleeves.*
  572. [22:56:28] <Hoxton> Fuckin hell, that's surreal. Bloody surreal. Fuck's sake I dont even wanna know what they got for each of us. No cheers! Though twenty chapters? Dedi-fucking-cation.
  573. [22:56:29] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles, says to Sydney* Thanks. That was... eye-opening, to say the least.
  574. [22:57:19] <Sydney> Anytime, Chief. *She winks at him and smiles.*
  575. [22:57:57] <Dallas> *Dallas smiles, lights up another one.*
  576. [22:58:02] <Hoxton> Hah. Not only Winter's eyes opened alright. Ah. Where did the kid go?
  577. [22:58:15] <Dallas> Takin' a leak, maybe.
  578. [22:58:31] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns. She didn't even notice him leave.*
  579.  
  580. 04-05 18:30:16 <Hoxton> *So there Hoxton is, a new glass of whiskey in his hand, cheeks still flushed from laughing about the whole fanfiction stuff. Winters and Dallas, huh? He is kinda tempted to look up more such stories later but maybe it's not worth the mental images. So he just laughs a little more, taking a sip.* Good fook, those people are twisted. Who'd write such a story. And fook it, still not gonna bang the Queen. But heistin a couple of her treasures, sign me the fook up. Maybe just dont tell Aldstone I said any of this.
  581. 04-05 18:31:02 <Sydney> *Sydney leans forwards a little.* Aldstone? Who the fuck's that?
  582. 04-05 18:33:04 <Hoxton> *Hox let's the whiskey in his hand swirl a little. And he says it with a light tone.* My butler. *He doesnt laugh. Must be serious, right?*
  583. 04-05 18:34:24 <Sydney> *Sydney snerks. She shakes her head, smiling, but then seems to notice Hox doesn't seem to be joking.* ...You fuckin serious, mate? You got a butler?
  584. 04-05 18:37:10 <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles to himself, looking at her.* Wha? Ya thought I was shittin about me bein a proper english gentleman? Yeah. I do. And before ya rant about....oppression of people or summat, he's a good man. Cared for me ever since I was a wee little shit!
  585. 04-05 18:41:06 <Sydney> Oh yeah? What's he think of your job? *Beat.* Full disclosure, I'm asking this because it'd be awesome to have an evil Alfred Pennyworth. *She taps the side of her face thoughtfully.* We'd need a bigger safehouse though.
  586. 04-05 18:43:43 <Hoxton> He doesnt like it. But he's my butler. So he's still goin on, well, butlerin. *he takes another sip, chuckling.* Keeps askin me if I am still playin robbers and coppers, the old geezer.
  587. 04-05 18:44:51 <Hoxton> Guess I'll be a kid forever to him eh? *shoots Dallas an amused grin*
  588. 04-05 18:45:25 <Sydney> Ya posh pommy bastard. *She laughs, shaking her head, then flags down one of the staff to order another drink.*
  589. 04-05 18:47:58 <Hoxton> *Hox flips her the bird lazily and chuckles.* Cant complain, it was pretty nice havin someone like that around. He's probably heartbroken I'd go ahead and steal the crown jewels. Ahh alone for the big diamonds, I'd do it. Beautiful wankers they are!
  590. 04-05 18:51:34 <Hoxton> Any of ya got....dream heists or summat? If you could go ahead and heist anything. What would ya fellas go for?
  591. 04-05 18:55:17 <Sydney> *Sydney takes a few moments to think, and then her eyes light up.* Fort Knox. How epic would that fuckin be?
  592. 04-05 18:55:34 <Sydney> Steal the entire gold reserve off a fucking army base.
  593. 04-05 18:57:20 <Hoxton> And throw the nation into ruin, probably! *he laughs* That's...kinda conservative! But I see where it's temptin! The most secure place on earth eh? Haulin all that gold would be a royal pain in the arse! But worth it eh?
  594. 04-05 18:57:35 <Hoxton> I tought ya would go for some artsy shite or summat.
  595. 04-05 18:59:16 <Sydney> There's a few things out there I've thought about, but honestly, all that shit pales in comparison. It'd be the biggest heist in human history, mate.
  596. 04-05 19:00:00 <Sydney> $300 billion.
  597. 04-05 19:00:32 <Hoxton> Go hard or go home, huh? *he let's out a whistle* That's a fuckin lot. I mean...shite. I wouldnt probably even know what to do with all that money.
  598. 04-05 19:02:29 <Sydney> We'd be 800 pound gorillas, mate. We could do whatever the fuck we want.
  599. 04-05 19:05:09 <Sydney> ((Sydney would absolutely take a joyride in a tank while she was raiding Fort Knox))
  600. 04-05 19:05:13 <Hoxton> I mean, havin money is nice. But....it's too much ya know? What should we even do with all that money in our hands?
  601. 04-05 19:07:02 <Hoxton> I like heistin. But....I also like livin off heistin. One big heist? And then nothin? I think that would be....*It sounds awful like retirement. And that is one scary thought*
  602. 04-05 19:09:50 <Sydney> If it's any consolation, there's no way anyone could pull it off. Hell, just getting into the vault alive would be pretty goddamn impossible. *She shrugs lightly.* But you asked about my dream heist, not a heist that could actually happen.
  603. 04-05 19:15:23 <Hoxton> Yeah that's right. *He chuckles to himself* Hah I am at least picturin some mission impossible shite. Lasers and all that shit. Motion sensors. Ya ever watch those movies and wonder if ya could do it?
  604. 04-05 19:20:33 <Sydney> I just don't have the patience for the spy shit. If it's right there, and I can just grab it, who gives a toss about alarms? Just shoot your way out and have a good escape plan.
  605. 04-05 19:25:03 <Hoxton> But...aint that just too easy? Where's the challenge in that? I dunno. I like me a plan where I can pull some shite and say "Hah, I gotcha wankas!" *He leans back and let's the whiskey swirl* Can I ask ya summat?
  606. 04-05 19:25:33 <Sydney> 'Course, mate.
  607. 04-05 19:26:18 <Hoxton> How come that change of heart? Ya werent usually this concerned about casualties.
  608. 04-05 19:30:13 <Sydney> *She leans in, lowers her voice a little.* Honestly? I still don't give all that much of a shit. But you know who does actually care? The Russian mob. *Her drink arrives, and she takes a sip.* I'm just looking out for the gang. One day of fireworks and fun ain't worth a war.
  609. 04-05 19:34:18 <Hoxton> Good. Cause I am goin to sit Dmitris club in a couple days. Ah. *he rubs the back of his head.* It's good. Y'know. If anythin, it will almost certainly be our collective arses on the line. I want us smarter and richer and most preferably not dead. Not like I dont appreciate some fun. *he nods*
  610. 04-05 19:36:02 <Hoxton> Though my fun and yours differ huh? *he chuckles.* Well, at least Vlad doesnt want us to kill Dmitri and his girlfriend. A classic party crash. Could be worse. Just guess we should wear some other masks perhaps. Shit's gonna be fuckin awkward otherwise.
  611. 04-05 19:40:09 <Sydney> *Sydney grins.* I've been working on a set of Purge masks since Dallas mentioned it. Perfect for scaring the shit outta people.
  612. 04-05 19:43:18 <Hoxton> Druggin their food might just work. Maybe not too much but enough to make em scatter or act like bloody idiots. *he grins a little* Might just work for a proper scare, huh?
  613.  
  614. 04-05 19:47:59 <Hoxton> ((Oh god I sure hope we can use alternate masks again to crash Dmitris outing. Or else shit's gonna be awkward as hell when Aleks returns!))
  615. 04-05 19:48:49 <Dallas> ((Alternatively, you could, y'know, tell him.))
  616. 04-05 19:49:14 <Sydney> ((I would die before betraying Vlad.))
  617. 04-05 19:49:28 <Hoxton> ((That's....a good point I havent totally thought of 8I))
  618. 04-05 19:49:54 <Sydney> ((Worst comes to worst, and things look like they're gonna be too dicey, we don't necessarily have to take the job))
  619. 04-05 19:51:25 <Hoxton> ((So telling Aleks wouldnt necessarily mean he'd have anything against it. Something to consider!))
  620. 04-05 19:51:44 <Sydney> ((...huh. Actually.))
  621. 04-05 19:52:23 <Hoxton> ((He told so Hoxton as well. I think as soon as he doesnt get fucked up? Dmitri I mean?))
  622. 04-05 19:52:27 <Sydney> ((It might be worthwhile to try to convince Aleks that Dmitri is not worth the Russian Mob's time. Vlad is fucking crazy, and he will not stop in his plans for fucking Dmitri up no matter what.))
  623. 04-05 19:52:39 <Sydney> ((Try to get them to cut Dmitri loose))
  624. 04-05 19:54:50 <Hoxton> ((That's definitely something to consider! Who knows, maybe Aleks knows where and what Dmitri is doing! Thanks you two for the ideas!))
  625. 04-05 19:55:45 <Hoxton> ((I am stunned what simple things I miss sometimes 8I))
  626. 04-05 19:56:00 <Dallas> ((Have a look back at the Nightclub thing. Aleks said something about what to do if people hire the gang to do a job against the Russians.))
  627. 04-05 19:57:53 <Hoxton> ((Yeah I was thinking about that! I think he said that they'd been "fine" if they had trashed the place and Dmitri was unhurt. Having a laugh about him, probably! I'll have a look at it again! I really like this idea, actually!))
  628. 04-05 19:58:05 <Hoxton> ((And maybe another awkward phone call? :D))
  629. 04-05 20:06:12 <Sydney> ((...oh shit))
  630. 04-05 20:06:17 <Sydney> ((I was looking through the logs))
  631. 04-05 20:07:46 <Sydney> (("Dallas: Had a chat with Bain earlier. Said something about... a support group? .... ....Not for us--it's that guard. The one from that Roberts Bank we knocked over a while back. Like a trauma support group or something. "))
  632. 04-05 20:08:22 <Sydney> ((chief. please please please have not!Bain be an evil trauma therapist who has taken the idea of exposure therapy to the absolute extreme))
  633. 04-05 20:08:29 <Sydney> ((I would die of hilarity))
  634. 04-05 20:08:36 <Dallas> ((Hey, look at that. Someone got it!))
  635. 04-05 20:09:14 <Sydney> ((shit, that's actually what it is? :OOOO))
  636. 04-05 20:09:20 <Hoxton> ((D:))
  637. 04-05 20:09:22 <Dallas> ((Well, it's close!))
  638. 04-05 20:09:30 <Sydney> ((I fucking love it))
  639. 04-05 20:09:44 <Dallas> ((Nice one! You get a point for spotting that. :D))
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