2019-02-01 #acdum Nightclub (planning)

2019-02-01 Nightclub (planning)
Sydney, Wolf, Hoxton, Jimmy, Dallas

[19:31:06] <Dallas> *Later that day, Dallas turns up at the safehouse with a bag full of burgers and Hoxton riding shotgun--and probably into the fries already. Is he into the fries already? Roomie's situated on the couch again, some sleep acquired after the long drive up from "Florida"--North Carolina, more like. He looks a little gray, but otherwise fine, greeting everyone with his usual curtness.*
[19:32:31] <Sydney> *Sydney as per her usual, grabs two of the burgers.* Welcome back. Have a good vacay?
[19:32:55] <Dallas> It was refreshing. *It was not refreshing.* Did I miss much?
[19:33:36] <Sydney> We went to a nightclub, which was fun. Okay more like we cased the nightclub, but still.
[19:34:05] <Wolf> *Wolf runs up to him, practically tackling him into a hug before his mind could tell him what a bad idea that was. He doesn't speak.*
[19:34:34] <Dallas> *Dallas laughs, giving him a squeeze and a pat on the back.* Good to see you too, Wolf. *He disentangles himself, offers a burger.*
[19:34:58] <Hoxton> *You bet Hox is into the fries. Munching with a less grumpy face than the past few days. He heads after him, fishing himself one burger. He grins a little at Wolfs outburst and goes to sit down on the couch.*
[19:35:04] <Wolf> I missed you so much.
[19:35:56] <Sydney> *Sydney heads to the kitchen to fetch drinks.* Anyone want anything?
[19:36:07] <Dallas> Missed you too, buddy. *squeezes his shoulder* All right, how are we feeling about this Tasteful Club business?
[19:36:35] <Wolf> *Wolf steps back now, sitting down.* ... It's loud. But nice, I guess. Why?
[19:37:17] <Hoxton> Yeah yeah he is definitely the most popular boss around. *he leans back, rubbing his face.* Good to have ya back. Really. Oh well. We got a few ideas how ta tackle this.
[19:37:32] <Hoxton> Shame. It's not a shitty shack.
[19:37:54] <Sydney> *When no one immediately answers, Sydney just grabs herself some lemonade and heads back, sitting down on the couch and chowing down on one of her burgers.*
[19:40:29] <Dallas> *While they chow down, Dallas asks them to give him the skinny on the club. Their planned approach, when they intend to hit it, all the angles. The kinda gear they'll need, whether there are any experts they'll need with the team.*
[19:41:05] <Dallas> *And if it makes Sydney feel any better, he isn't treating her any different since Russia.*
[19:41:55] <Sydney> *Sydney brings up her suggested approach, including the positioning of the crew throughout the club, and dropping a flashbang on the dance floor*
[19:44:04] <Hoxton> *Hox mentions that Vlad explicitly wants this Annie safe and there is apparent russian mob activity. So as Sydney said, after closing would probably be the best time to approach this. Keeping civilian casaulties to a minimum and yet having a good oportunity for a quick smash and go.*
[19:47:45] <Dallas> *Dallas asks about doing the job around eight or nine in the morning. No one's expected there aside from the cleaning crew. The flashbang's a good idea for crowd control, however.*
[19:48:51] <Wolf> *Jimmy's stood on the outside of the circle. He hasn't delibrately made his presence known.*
[19:49:16] <Sydney> *Sydney mentions that Vlad said there'd be more money in it to do it with a crowd, but is now fine with going after hours. She doesn't want to revisit the topic after what happened last time.*
[19:50:10] <Hoxton> Sounds good! Also....shite. I dont think I told ya that. *He looks around and actually looks a little unsettled.* I was havin a little snoop around. The back area leads up to the office and there was some basement I think. Fook....someone knocked on the door. From the inside.
[19:50:35] <Sydney> What kinda door?
[19:50:59] <Sydney> Normal wood, or heavyier?
[19:51:24] <Dallas> *I will add--that may not have been a knock on the door itself. It didn't sound that close.*
[19:51:43] <Hoxton> Uh metal I think. Locked however. Dunno what shady business goes down there. Just thought it's worth mentionin.
[19:52:08] <Hoxton> Though might not have been against the door. But somethin was movin down there.
[19:52:08] <Sydney> Might be worth bringing a drill or two. Crack that fucker open.
[19:52:50] <Dallas> *Dallas thinks about it for a moment, says* You think they're running some kind of operation down there?
[19:52:55] <Wolf> *Wolf smiles.* C4'd do the job, too. And cause some damage.
[19:53:19] <Sydney> *Sydney points to Wolf, drink in hand.* I like it.
[19:54:37] <Wolf> ((dallas and hox: there might be something really serious going on down there wolf, drooling: door go boom))
[19:56:21] <Hoxton> Yeah thought so as well. If the mob's involved? Dunno. Might be a torture chamber. Or some meth lab. This Dmitri fella had some blood on his clothes as well. Smells like dirty business to me.
[19:56:36] <Dallas> Vlad didn't mention anything about the mob?
[19:56:57] <Wolf> .. Don't think so.
[19:57:00] <Hoxton> No. And worries me, I gotta say. I asked about armed resistance....but nothin.
[19:57:56] <Wolf> He might not've known.
[19:58:39] <Dallas> *Dallas nods. He's noticed Jimmy there, but it's only now that he looks up and addresses him.* Kid. Any thoughts on this?
[20:01:29] <Wolf> *Jimmy takes a deep breath.* .... Russians aren't to be messed with. We don't- we're not being payed to fuck with the mob. I think- I think we should stay in our lane, y'know? We.. We don't wanna invite trouble.
[20:02:01] <Sydney> *Sydney rolls her eyes.* Christ, don't be such a pussy.
[20:02:47] <Dallas> *Troubled look from Dallas.* He's got a point. If this club's a mob asset, we could be stirring the nest with a stick.
[20:03:33] <Sydney> *She takes a sip of her lemonade.* Well, we could at least call Vlad. Make him give us more money.
[20:04:28] <Wolf> *Jimmy looks down.* ... Mafia's got a lotta branches. Trying to take out one would invite the wrath of the others.
[20:04:47] <Hoxton> I dont like it as well. Seems like Vlad's pissed at this Dmitri fella. Hm...strikin some deal perhaps?
[20:05:09] <Hoxton> Maybe we just could thoroughly trash his office?
[20:05:43] <Wolf> I think we should just go all in if we're gonna fuck up the place at all.
[20:06:14] <Sydney> Yeah. Otherwise we'll get both sides mad at us. If we make Vlad very happy, on the other hand...
[20:06:27] <Dallas> *grimly* Mad Vlad is bad.
[20:07:20] <Dallas> Vlad doesn't know anything about the club's ties to the mob? I don't buy that for one second. *He pulls out his phone, calls.*
[20:07:26] <Hoxton> Damn right. Jeesh. So it's us decidin which hornets nest to poke.
[20:08:00] <Hoxton> Me neither. I am bloody curious what he's gonna tell us. *watches Dallas curiously. This gon be gud*
[20:10:43] <Sydney> Of the two groups, Vlad seems like the crazy one, yeah? You don't fuck with the crazy ones.
[20:11:24] <Wolf> *Jimmy nods at this.* Yeah, yeah. You don't fuck with the crazy ones.
[20:11:41] <Hoxton> Ya would know eh? *he grins, munching on his burger*
[20:11:50] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.*
[20:13:25] <Dallas> *The call goes to voicemail. Dallas tries again--same result. Dallas frowns, says he'll let Bain know something isn't entirely kosher about this job. If Vlad wants them to spark a war with the Russians-- And then Dallas gets a call. Moment later, he says* I'm putting you on speaker. *--and the voice that emerges, tinny, from the phone says*
[20:13:29] <Dallas> Vlad: MY FRIENDS!
[20:13:39] <Dallas> *Sounds noisy on the other end. Could be a club, or a party.*
[20:14:04] <Wolf> Why are you making us fuck with the mob?
[20:14:33] <Sydney> *Sydney seems surprised by Wolf's brusqueness, but she smiles widely.*
[20:15:12] <Hoxton> Bloody hell. *he leans back, frowning. The fuck is Vlad again? At the club perhaps. His voice is low.* Annie's performin tonight.
[20:15:20] <Dallas> Vlad: What? *too loud* WHAT? Sorry, I can't hear you over this fucking-- Turn that fucking music down, damn it! *Then profuse Slavic cursing.*
[20:16:44] <Wolf> *Wolf realizes this, grumbling.* That club. The mob's working with Dimiti, Vlad. Why didn't you mention that?
[20:16:56] <Hoxton> *Ok that gets Hoxton chuckling. This is so fucking Vlad.*
[20:20:47] <Dallas> *Several seconds of deafening Russian electro swing, then Vlad finally moves into a quieter area, yelling into the phone* Can you hear me, clowns?
[20:21:00] <Wolf> Yes.
[20:21:38] <Hoxton> Jesus. Yeah we can, Vlad.
[20:24:32] <Dallas> *Vlad finally switches to his indoor voice, says jovially* All right, I am sitting, I have a nice shot of vodka right here--tell me the good news, clowns! I am not hearing Dmitri's crying-- I listen, and I listen, but nothing. Not even a tiny whimper. Why is this? I say to you--destroy his club. It's a tiny little thing. Can you do this for me? And soon? *with a smile in his voice* Vlad is not a patient man!
[20:26:08] <Wolf> ... Did you know about the mob or not, Vlad?
[20:26:22] <Dallas> Vlad: What mob?
[20:28:56] <Wolf> *Wolf's voice becomes softer, trying to hide the annoyance.* The Russian mob is working with Dimitri. There's something happening in that basement. What I wanna know is whether you genuinely didn't know about it or just neglected to tell us.
[20:36:20] <Dallas> Vlad: *again, more insistent, with a slight irritated edge* What mob? My friends-- *turning cheery again, with a suppressed laugh* My friends, do you seriously think for one second your Uncle Vlad would throw you to the wolves with a blindfold on and hands tied? Dmitri, that dirty fucking rat-- If he is in bed with the mafiya, then they are even bigger fools than I thought! But no, no-- You are very likely mistaken, my friends.
[20:37:26] <Sydney> *Sydney looks to Hoxton, her voice low.* D'ya remember any tattoos of the guys you played with?
[20:37:45] <Hoxton> *Hox frowns. Trying to remember. Anything that might have stood out?*
[20:38:05] <Wolf> *Jimmy pitches in.* ... That.. That's a possibility. We.. We don't got anything to prove these guys're from the mob, yeah? We coulda just been profiling this entire ti-
[20:38:15] <Hoxton> *Though this is weird. It feels weird. Does Vlad genuinely not know? It doesnt sound like he is feigning ignorance here.*
[20:41:07] <Dallas> *Hard to make out the ink in the dark of the club, but in the well lit private lounge, there was one thing that stood out. The old man who gave Hox a cigar--when he held that cigar out, there was a crown tattooed on his hand, and crosses across his knuckles.*
[20:42:30] <Hoxton> There was some...bloody crown or summat. On his hand and some crosses. Does this mean somethin to ya, Vlad?
[20:42:53] <Hoxton> *he rubs his chin* Those kinda stood out to me.
[20:42:59] <Sydney> *Sydney sits back with a smug expression.*
[20:44:01] <Dallas> *Vlad stammers a bit, admits* I don't know! Maybe it's something--or it's nothing. I didn't see the tattoos, I can't tell you what I think. Okay, Vlad understands. You want a raise, eh? Hazard pay?
[20:44:22] <Wolf> ... Double. Double pay.
[20:44:27] <Sydney> You know damn well what a crown and crosses mean, Vlad.
[20:44:33] <Dallas> Vlad: Double?! SUKA, BLYAT--
[20:44:43] <Wolf> Did I fucking stutter?
[20:44:53] <Sydney> ((new headcanon: Sydney has an encyclopedic knowledge of criminal tattoos))
[20:44:58] <Hoxton> *Hox looks blood confused and looks at Sydney.* That's some mob shite isnt it?
[20:45:26] <Hoxton> The fook is goin on here?
[20:45:34] <Sydney> Crosses are how many times he's been to prison. Crown means exactly what you think it does.
[20:46:47] <Hoxton> *A dumbfounded expression spreads on his face.* Holy shite. He some kinda boss?
[20:46:52] <Dallas> *Back to the phone after a profuse bout of cursing.* Fine--FINE. I'll give you... fifty percent extra. I will give you half now, half later. But I don't want to hear any more crying about mobs or crowns, you understand? I want to hear Dmitri cry--make him cry for me, clowns!
[20:47:30] <Wolf> ... *Wolf stands up.* ... Sounds good to me. *He looks at the others* Good with you guys?
[20:47:46] <Sydney> Yeah, I'm down.
[20:48:31] <Wolf> *Jimmy gives a little nod.* Sounds good.
[20:50:27] <Hoxton> *Hox looks pretty dumbfounded now. He played cards with some big shot and now he has to thrash the club up? Shit.*
[20:52:21] <Dallas> *Impatiently, Vlad says* Good? Good. Do not disappoint me, my friends! Vlad expects great things from you! *And he ends the call.*
[20:54:42] <Wolf> ... *Wolf sits back down, pulling one knee up to his chest, sighing.* 'M fuckin' tired. When're we doing this again?
[20:55:42] <Hoxton> Well. *Hox leans back, looking frankly startled* Bugger me sideways. The fuck is happning?
[20:57:01] <Sydney> *Sydney stays quiet, looking to Dallas.*
[20:59:39] <Sydney> *Actually, no, she speaks up after a moment.* Bugger me, I just had a horrifying thought.
[20:59:48] <Wolf> .. What is it?
[20:59:50] <Sydney> What if it's Annie in the basement?
[21:00:38] <Wolf> *He looks down, biting at his thumb.* .... Then we'd better get in that fucking basememt.
[21:00:52] <Dallas> *Dallas sits there, frowning. After a moment, he says* There might be a way to use the mob presence to our advantage. If we can lure the cops to the premises, give them enough probable cause to investigate the basement, could get the club shut down for the foreseeable future if they find anything out of place down there.
[21:00:53] <Wolf> Or else Vlad's gonna kill us before the mob does.
[21:01:08] <Dallas> And it wouldn't implicate us personally.
[21:01:26] <Hoxton> *Holy shit that better not be Annie down there. He doubts it but...fuck.*
[21:01:36] <Wolf> *He looks up at Dallas's idea.* ... A pacifistic route. Interesting.
[21:01:40] <Sydney> That's putting a lot of trust in the cops. Who's to say they haven't been paid off?
[21:01:53] <Wolf> Is it not worth a try?
[21:02:09] <Dallas> There's no way of telling. But we show our faces in there, that's us tangled up in the mob.
[21:03:20] <Wolf> So, we try Dallas's idea. Vlad won't like it but it's in our better interest and if the club gets shut down, Annie's his again. Couldn't be too mad.
[21:03:22] <Hoxton> *An idea strikes him. Preventing their faces to be tangled with. Different masks maybe? Disguises?*
[21:03:31] <Sydney> So tangling with a Russian billionaire with an army of super clones and mercenaries is fine, but some local tough guys are too much for us?
[21:03:43] <Dallas> Anybody seen Annie? She's the cause of this whole feud, right?
[21:03:49] <Hoxton> I....well bugger me. Us tippin the cops off? Bloody hell...I like the general idea, really.
[21:03:53] <Wolf> Jimmy: Sheila's got a point.
[21:04:05] <Hoxton> She is supposed to have an act tonight.
[21:04:20] <Dallas> *to Sydney* We have to live here. I'm not planning on returning to Russia anytime soon.
[21:04:47] <Wolf> *Wolf looks up.* ..'S it still going? We could drop by, if she is what's in that basement we'd be able to tell.
[21:05:29] <Wolf> And if she's not- hell, it'd be a fun time.
[21:05:46] <Hoxton> Bloody hell so we are doin this right now or just...casin?
[21:05:48] <Sydney> If you're worried about the fallout, why not just change our MO? Everyone knows the Payday gang has masks and suits. Fuckin wear sweatpants and baclavas, no one will suspect it.
[21:05:49]] <Dallas> It's a good idea. I'd like to have a look around the building.
[21:06:00]] <Hoxton> *HAH.*
[21:06:13]] <Hoxton> I was thinkin something along the lines as well.
[21:06:17]] <Wolf> Casing, I guess. Can't do it with too many people.
[21:06:40]] <Dallas> *A nod to Sydney.* Good thinking.
[21:06:57]] <Hoxton> *Under his breath* I sure would fucking love to see us dressed as bums for the job.
[21:07:22]] <Sydney> The in-between-paydays gang.
[21:07:38]] <Sydney> *Sydney giggles to herself.*
[21:07:45]] <Wolf> *It's now that it dawns on Wolf that he's never done a crime or heist without his mask. Can.. Can he even do a heist without it? Like, mentally?*
[21:08:12]] <Hoxton> The paycheck gang.
[21:09:19]] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up in surprise.* You know what, we could use those bootleg Payday masks. The ugly ones.
[21:09:50]] <Wolf> *Jimmy lets out a loud gasp.* .. Can I wear my ducttape mask?
[21:09:54]] <Sydney> Oh, god. *Sydney knows the ones. She made the mistake of buying some once, and ended up burning them.*
[21:10:16]] <Hoxton> *Hox starts to grin wildly* Let's bloody do it.
[21:10:20]] <Sydney> *She looks to Jimmy.* I don't see why not.
[21:10:33]] <Hoxton> This smells like a giant clusterfuck. But at least we can have some bloody fun?
[21:10:48]] <Wolf> *Jimmy looks like he's about to cry of happiness.*
[21:10:57]] <Hoxton> *But he starts frowning a little* Means I gotta use my old one again. Huh.
[21:11:34]] <Dallas> I'll keep a lookout. You can have mine if you want. Or Chains'--you guys can figure it out.
[21:11:47]] <Dallas> Not that it'll matter. They all look like they got sat on.
[21:12:39]] <Hoxton> *He grins* What about us wearin all the same one.
[21:12:58]] <Sydney> Duct tape masks for all?
[21:13:11]] <Sydney> That'd be fuckin' easy.
[21:13:16]] <Hoxton> A happy bloody army of bootleg Dallases. Or Chains. Not like I am discriminatin.
[21:13:46]] <Wolf> *Wolf points at Hoxton at that idea.* A buncha Anonymous masks. Give the media a fuckin' heart attack.
[21:15:09]] <Hoxton> I'd vote for our shitty masks. No one would think we'd wear the bootleg crap eh?
[21:15:46]] <Sydney> *Sydney visibly cringes.* I'd rather wear duct tape.
[21:16:17]] <Wolf> *Wolf nods, now sat more at attention. This is fun.* I vote duct tape.
[21:17:32]] <Hoxton> Ya fellas are weak! *He chuckles but grows more serious again. Though the image of a happy army of bootleg Dallases is bloody amusing.*
[21:20:01]] <Sydney> *Sydney ponders for a moment.* I'd also suggest not bringing any signature weapons. Stuff you wanna keep using.

[21:41:30]] <Dallas> *Right. Who's returning to the club to look into this Annie business?*
[21:41:40]] <Dallas> *Jimmy?*
[21:41:57]] <Wolf> *Jimmy, yes. Wolf's tired.*
[21:51:45]] <Dallas> *Dallas will be driving them over; no need to bother Twitch. He stops Hox at the door, slips him something--slim black case containing a set of lockpicks. Subtle enough, and legal to carry here in DC. Then he ushers them into the van and chauffeurs them back to the Tasteful.*
[21:52:16]] <Hoxton> ((A nice case of slim jims))
[21:52:42]] <Jimmy> *Jimmy, personally, is very hyped. He's never been on a mission with less than all of the gang before. It should be interesting.*
[21:52:52]] <Dallas> *Aishe wrote back, by the way! Wanted to know if Heather's all right, and just to let her know she had a good time, and they should totally do that again sometime.*
[21:54:38]] <Dallas> *Aishe adds, the drinks and dancing part, not the getting thrown out part.*
[21:55:18]] <Hoxton> *Hox looks up, then a grin spreads on his face as he realizes what this sleek beauty contains. He looks outright mischievous as he pockets the picks, getting back into the car.*
[21:55:25]] <Dallas> *She then adds that she appreciates what Sydney did for her.*
[21:55:28]] <Hoxton> ((BOX. BIG HOX.))
[21:56:41]] <Sydney> ((Sick Hox would be Pox))
[21:57:34]] <Hoxton> ((Dont you say it. DONT YOU SAY WHAT I AM THINKING.))
[21:57:40]] <Sydney> ((And what would you call a smol sick hox? SMALLPOX))
[21:58:41]] <Dallas> ((Bock. Jacket/Hoxton where Jacket cares for a sick Hox? Chickenpox.))
[22:01:05]] <Hoxton> ((Hox in a prison cell. Hox in a box.))
[22:01:16]] <Sydney> ((Hox in socks))
[22:01:58]] <Hoxton> ((Hox: :D *I am sure they fear my name. Or at least associate it with something badass* "Smallpox" D8<))
[22:06:58]] <Dallas> *Music's beating steadily deep in the heart of the Tasteful Club when they arrive. Long line out front again, the same small group of impatient young men complaining to the same bouncer who remains, as always, unmoved to their plight. Dallas parks a short distance away, lets them down.*
[22:09:09]] <Hoxton> *Hox gets out, looking around* So wanna have a walk around here first? Cant hurt to check out the layout round here eh?
[22:10:28]] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's once again worn a coat, solely for the sake of blending in. He doesn't seem to like it. He turns to Hox when he speaks.* Yeah, yeah. Sounds like a plan.
[22:12:12]] <Dallas> *Lead the way, gentlemen! Dallas will follow. The loading bay through which Hox escaped last night opens out onto the back alley. Could be a way to get in unnoticed. However, someone's closed and locked the gate leading into the alley. Heavy padlock.*
[22:16:24]] <Hoxton> *Hox leads them there, remembering the layout of the club though it takes him a couple minutes to puzzle it together.* I came through here last night. Wasnt closed off or anythin. *He eyes the padlock, gingerly patting the lockpicks.* I could get us past that no problem.
[22:19:52]] <Dallas> *Dallas casts a wary look out of the alley. Doesn't look like anyone's watching.* Clear.
[22:22:08]] <Hoxton> *Right. He moves forward towards the gate and then gives the padlock a close look. Turning it and then taking out the box with the picks. It will take a little moment until he has decided, getting to work with nimble fingers.*
[22:23:36]] <Dallas> *Right. Roll 2d6.*
[22:24:19]] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[22:24:19]] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 2 [1, 1]
[22:25:13]] <Sydney> ((I think Sydney went on a secret heist and stole all your luck. those 6s had to come from somewhere))
[22:25:42]] <Dallas> *The pick sticks against something in the barrel and, when tugged, flies off violently into the snow against the wall.*
[22:25:58]] <Jimmy> .. I got a hammer if that doesn't work out.
[22:26:39]] <Hoxton> *Hox curses. His face turning a bright shade of pink. He goes to fetch and search for the pick in the snow. He looks baffled and very embarrassed.*
[22:28:11]] <Dallas> *Dallas comes over to help him look, managing to keep a straight face. And there's the pick, having left a narrow dent where it fell straight in and got stuck.*
[22:28:28]] <Dallas> *The snow is very cold.*
[22:30:54]] <Hoxton> *Hox curses rather juicily under his breath. He wipes the snow off the pick and stomps back to the padlock. Giving it a hard look as if his will alone could open the little fucker.*
[22:33:48]] <Dallas> *Quietly, Dallas says* No easy task when it's this cold out. You got this, buddy.
[22:34:52]] <Jimmy> *Jimmy pipes in, voice quiet.* .. If ya cold, I can try.
[22:35:49]] <Hoxton> *But Hox is already trying, face grim. He has been usually pretty good charming locks. And he'll be damned if he wouldnt try.*
[22:36:47]] <Dallas> *Roll again, buddy!*
[22:37:12]] <Hoxton> !roll 2d6
[22:37:12]] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 2d6 and gets: 8 [2, 6]
[22:41:25]] <Dallas> *The pins are a little stiff, but he skillfully coaxes them up, and then the barrel turns smoothly, and the lock comes free. Took him less than ten seconds altogether. With the gate open, they're through into the alleyway, quiet except for the muffled music coming from inside the building.*
[22:42:20]] <Dallas> *The door into the loading bay is up ahead. Locked. It can be pushed open without a key, but only from the inside.*
[22:43:26]] <Hoxton> Aha. There we fuckin go! *He is grinning now as the padlock opens and quickly stashes the pins. Must have been the cold, he tells himself.* Right. That door aint locked but only opens from the inside. Twitch could wait here, I think.
[22:44:30]] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's gone quiet again, just listening.*
[22:45:06]] <Dallas> *The door is locked, but due to safety regulations, can be pushed open from the inside. There is a lock.*
[22:47:42]] <Hoxton> *Then he says it is locked but opens from the inside. Safety and all!*