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  1. 2019-02-25 Akan
  2. Wolf, Sydney, Hoxton, Jimmy, Dallas
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  4. [18:48:24] <Wolf> *It's the day after Jacket's tour of the safehouse. There's nothing planned, not today. Dot's sitting on the couch, several more things from Jimmy's van having been moved out into the living room, a large cardboard box and a laptop being the two noticeable ones. It can be presumed by this that there still isn't any sign of Jimmy. Wolf's on the couch next to Dot, struggling to make sense of anything that's happened in the last few days.*
  5. [18:51:30] <Sydney> *Sydney's throwing herself into her work. She's currently trying to figure out how to position the battery pack so that it doesn't throw off the weighting of the mask. She hasn't been avoiding anyone, per se, but she hasn't been quite her usual gregarious self.*
  6. [18:58:22] <Dallas> *Dallas did some tidying around the safehouse. Moving some of the boxes piled up along the wall, where they've been sitting for far too long, down into an empty room in the basement. Gear and props and things from the old place in NYC, mostly, but he's not really in the mood to sort through right now. Still, with all the people hanging around here now, they need all the leg room they can get.*
  7. [19:08:22] <Hoxton> *Hox is hanging out in the kitchen, pulling himself another cup. It's gonna be busy here, huh? Oh well. At least he hasnt got to defend his cot anymore. So could be worse.*
  8. [19:11:09] <Hoxton> *Of coffee, that is. And when he is armed with anothe fill, he takes a moment to drink some and joins dallas. He owes him for the breakfast.*
  9. [19:12:16] <Sydney> *Cursing coming from the garage. Sydney enters the main room after a moment, looking surly and grumbling more curses under her breath.*
  10. [19:12:57] <Wolf> *Wolf looks up at Syd when she walks in.* E-Everything okay?
  11. [19:15:48] <Sydney> Yeah, nah. I'm just no good at electronics.
  12. [19:18:14] <Wolf> *Wolf nods, about to say something else when the relative silence of the rest of the safehouse, whatever that may be, is abruptly cut by a loud static that begins to emit from Dot.*
  13. [19:19:02] <Dallas> *Dallas doesn't miss a beat. He crosses the room, grabs the dog by the scruff, and makes a beeline straight for the nearest exit.*
  14. [19:19:22] <Dallas> *LET'S FACE IT, THE DOG IS A MENACE, AND THIS WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER. HE AIN'T GETTIN' CAUGHT IN THE EXPLOSION.*
  15. [19:19:53] <Sydney> *Sydney stares after the retreating Dallas.* ...the fuck? Just wiggle her tail so she'll tune in more.
  16. [19:20:14] <Hoxton> Bloody hell! *Hox holds his ears, then watches Dallas sprint past with the dog, a look of mighty confusion on his face.* What the fuck?
  17. [19:20:37] <Hoxton> *He rushes after him, gritting his teeth at the sound*
  18. [19:21:26] <Sydney> *Sydney rolls her eyes and follows at a normal walking pace.*
  19. [19:21:34] <Dallas> *If she doesn't struggle, he's depositing her in the back alley and then backing up to a safe distance.*
  20. [19:21:47] <Wolf> *Dot struggles, this time, freezing up when an oh-too familar voice is heard in that static.* Hello? Hello, Dottie, Dottie, you there? Can you hear me?
  21. [19:22:03] <Dallas> *DALLAS DROPS THE DOG.*
  22. [19:23:13] <Hoxton> Did that goddamn dog eat a radio or summat? *he sticks his head into the alley, watching the spectacle with a frown*
  23. [19:24:01] <Sydney> I mean, she'll play music if you ask her nice. *Sydney crosses her arms, waiting inside behind Hoxton.*
  24. [19:24:29] <Dallas> *Dallas shushes them, motioning to listen.*
  25. [19:24:43] <Hoxton> What? *Hox looks baffled, then back at Dallas and shuts up before uttering any more questions*
  26. [19:26:26] <Wolf> *The voice continues, the static clearing up as he- as Jimmy- talks. His voice is audibly shaky.* Listen, I- I fucked up, man. They got me, and now, now- they- they don't know how to access my memory, but if they find out, I'm fucked. The whole gang's fucked. Hopefully- hopefully the failsafe kicked in. If it didn't, then, *he sighs* I don't know. *A loud crash is heard in the background.* Fuck, fuck, I gotta go, but- Listen, I know I haven't always been the best to you, Dot, but if we don't see eachother again, you are my best friend, and I bloody love yo- *It cuts off. Even the static. Total silence. Dot doesn't move.*
  27. [19:27:07] <Dallas> *Dallas stands there staring down at the dog, then he puts a foot out and nudges her. Stiff as a board?*
  28. [19:28:54] <Hoxton> What the fook. He's got nabbed? Jesus christ! *He anxiously watches the dog though. If it turns out....what the fuck is even up with the dog?*
  29. [19:30:31] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns.* ...Fuckin hell.
  30. [19:31:09] <Wolf> *Dot doesn't move when Dallas nudges her. She does look up at him, though.*
  31. [19:32:07] <Sydney> *Sydney gets her phone out, starts dialing Bain. Using the urgent line.*
  32. [19:32:38] <Hoxton> Oi....Dallas...What the fuck, did the dog eat a phone?
  33. [19:32:46] <Dallas> *Dallas looks briefly puzzled. Is that a normal dog expression? If so, he bends to ruffle her fur, then picks her up and carries her back into the safehouse.* All right, we need to vacate the place. Grab what you can and let's move.
  34. [19:34:53] <Wolf> *Dot moves, now. Looking from heister to heister. Then,*
  35. [19:35:04] <Dot> Help.
  36. [19:35:22] <Hoxton> Fook. *Hox nods, certainly the grasping the importance of what he and the dog just said.* Come on, fellas! Ya heard the boss! We gotta scoot! *he hurries back inside. There isnt much more left in terms of clothing and guns laying around but he'll help packing up laptops and other important stuff into boxes.*
  37. [19:35:25] <Dallas> *DALLAS THROWS THE DOG THIS TIME. Jumps back with a sharp yelp of surprise.* WHAT THE FUCK?!
  38. [19:35:55] <Dot> *Another voice. Not familiar. Not even human. Sounds like a text to speech program.*
  39. [19:36:05] <Dot> I said, "Help."
  40. [19:37:23] <Sydney> *Sydney's filling Bain in on what little they know the speakerphone while she dashes through the safehouse, retrieving Brenda and grabbing her go bag.*
  41. [19:39:19] <Dallas> *distractedly* The dog's talking. That's... that's nice. Okay-- *First things fucking last. Dallas grabs an empty box, starts throwing things in. On second thought, he doubles back to put his mug in. He's had it since the start, and he'd hate to lose it. He tosses Hox the keys to the Benz, loads the box up into the back of the van. Evacuate first, next steps later.*
  42. [19:41:31] <Hoxton> *Hox catches the keys, looking up.* Whaddaya mean the dog....oh my fuckin god. Dont tell me she's....a robot or summat? *he keeps packing, pocketing the keys and motions Sydney to help him with stashing a couple documents*
  43. [19:42:35] <Dot> *Dot moves over, brushing herself off from the fall. Nudging at the laptop.* I thought that was already established when I glitched out in front of you because of the cat.
  44. [19:45:26] <Sydney> *Sydney does so quickly, then heads to her workspace. There, she is momentarily paralyzed by indecision and a reluctance to abandon her many belongings and projects. She eventually decides on taking the bloody police hat, the glowing Dallas mask, and a sketchbook. She also digs up a box, hidden in the multitude of her piles, that's covered in miscellaneous stickers.*
  45. [19:47:19] <Sydney> *She puts the aforementioned into the van, since it's convenient.*
  46. [19:47:28] <Dot> *Dot's knocked over the cardboard box now, struggling to get the flaps open. Curse you, lack of opposable thumbs.*
  47. [19:47:31] <Dallas> *Dallas doesn't keep much here, so he helps Sydney move her things, loading them up in the back.*
  48. [19:48:49] <Dot> *Wolf has grabbed a few guns to put in the van, along with the tea set he'd made for Hoxton, if it's here. It's his finest work, goddamnit.*
  49. [19:49:21] <Sydney> *Sydney abandons the rest of her things, instead heading down to the firing range to pack up ammo and grenades.*
  50. [19:49:23] <Hoxton> *Hox freezes up, staring at the direction of the dog.* What the fuck? *Holding a box awkwardly*
  51. [19:50:55] <Dot> ... *She looks up at him. Her mouth doesn't move when she speaks, by the way.* What? Never seen a creature lacking fingers try to open something that requires fingers?
  52. [19:52:04] <Hoxton> *Fuck that. Hox hurries towards Dallas and Sydney, eyes wide.* The bloody dog is talking to me. The dog is bleedin talkin! What the fuck! *he stashes the box and then packs up his gathered evidence from their FBI hit*
  53. [19:53:34] <Dallas> *Dallas says nothing. He helps Hox move the boxes into the back of the van, then goes up to Jimmy's van and has a look inside. Doors unlocked?*
  54. [19:54:08] <Dot> *She manages to get it open enough to peek in at the contents, then she pushes it back upright.* Could you be a gentelman and put this box and that laptop into the van? If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go eat as much of the vault's money as I can.
  55. [19:54:24] <Sydney> *Sydney shoves anything that they could potentially need for an immediate job into the duffel bags they typically use to carry loot. Weapons, ammo, grenades, a drill, a saw, even a medical kit or two. She tosses the bags at the base of the staircase as she finishes packing each.*
  56. [19:56:13] <Dot> *Yes, it's unlocked. It's relatively empty, now, the large stash of cocaine more or less gone since Dallas last saw it, the second day they'd known Jimmy. There's papers with illegible scribbligs on them, and empty space where that box and laptop likely were.*
  57. [19:57:13] <Dallas> *Dallas looks around at the interior, then closes the doors again and heads back out to the safehouse proper, making for the laptop he'd seen earlier. He switches it on.*
  58. [19:58:26] <Dot> *It's password protected. You can see the screensaver, though. It's themed off of the game Fallout: New Vegas.*
  59. [20:00:13] <Dallas> *Dallas stares at the login screen for a moment, then looks sideways to the box and opens it to have a look inside. Calling out* Did someone move these out of Jimmy's van last night? They weren't here before.
  60. [20:00:22] <Dallas> A laptop and a cardboard box.
  61. [20:00:56] <Dot> *Dot shouts from the basement. And by that I mean she just turns her volume up.* I did.
  62. [20:01:18] <CrewChief> ((After the meeting at the Tasteful Club, Jimmy didn't come back with them, and now he's MIA and has sent a distress message to them saying he was captured. The captors may know the location of the safehouse.))
  63. [20:01:38] <Hoxton> *Hox is checking the packed van, turning towards Dallas and shakes his head. Which should be ...well. Roomies and all but would be rude not to reply* No---oh my god the dog did.
  64. [20:02:22] <Sydney> *Sydney starts dragging bags up the stairs.*
  65. [20:05:20] <Sydney> *Sydney will deal with the fact that Dot can talk later. There's shit to do first, and she's focused on getting bags to the car.*
  66. [20:05:33] <Dot> *The box, oh, the box, it's got a visible space where the Laptop would fit. And in the rest of the box is something of the following: Four robotic (visibly so, not even painted) limbs about the size of an 11 year old girl's limbs and a metal dog bed painted purple with "DOT" painted on it.*
  67. [20:07:14] <Dallas> *Dallas freezes, staring. Wait a minute. Limbs like a human child's limbs, or dog limbs? Big difference.*
  68. [20:08:46] <Dot> *There are slots where the limbs would connect to a body that have dog-paw shaped slots. Hopefully the latter.*
  69. [20:09:50] <Dallas> *Dallas has seen his fair share of dogs. ARE THESE DOG LEGS. DO THEY TERMINATE IN HUMAN HANDS.*
  70. [20:10:02] <Dallas> *Oh good. Good... right?*
  71. [20:10:40] <Dallas> *Fucking--OKAY. Dallas closes the laptop lid, puts it in with the rest, closes the box, carries it all out to the van.*
  72. [20:10:58] <Dot> *Dot's back upstairs now. She just.. watches Dallas leave.*
  73. [20:11:12] <Dallas> *Dallas whistles for her.* C'mere, girl!
  74. [20:11:33] <Dot> Don't demean me. *She does trot over, though.*
  75. [20:11:34] <Sydney> *Sydney, having stashed the bags she was carrying, heads back down to the basement to get the next group.*
  76. [20:12:12] <Hoxton> *Hox walks down to help Sydney. Shaking his head and muttering.* Whenever you think shite cant get weirder, somethin like this happens.
  77. [20:14:43] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs the bag she's shoved ECMs and any important-looking electronics into, slinging it on one shoulder.* Yeah, that's a mistake. Shit can always, always get weirder. *She takes a deep breath, then grabs a bag stuffed full of ammo.*
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