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[07:45am] Quaker: At Miramar, under the willows and on the edge of the water, three hundred pairs of eyes turn to see the new arrivals. The boat wobbles and lifts as its armored passengers step one by one off onto the landing’s flagstones, with the Princess’s retainers helping the three northern lords. The plan has been made. All that remains is for the barons to carry it out. As the novelty wears off, the party returns to itself, and the hum of conversation and soft music returns.
[07:48am] Quaker: The three barons are standing in front of a wide grass lawn, littered with tables and serving platters overloaded with food. Bottles of champagne and other liquours are thick as the grass out here. There’s the heavy scent of blood in the air, coming from somewhere closer to the house. It’s hard to see through the crowd, but if you stand on your tip-toes, you can see the first floor lit through a series of huge double doors, with more people inside.
[07:48am] Crion: Cav's armor is as comfortable and unrestrictive as fashion will permit. If he can get away with just wearing a breastplate over his suit jacket, he will.
[07:50am] banana: Thanks to ancient sexist tradition, KJ's able to get away without armour at all. Nobody knows you're dangerous if you actually aren't!
[07:50am] banana: The question is how many people we're going to have to meet/greet first. In other circumstances this might be enjoyable.
[07:50am] Crion: 'Too many.'
[07:53am] Quaker: KJ will have to blame the sexism of her own court, since there’s plenty of women wearing full plate getups. The Princess, for one. She inclines her head as you part. “Good luck. I will meet you back here at the launch in…” She starts an elegant-looking silver stopwatch on her wrist. “260 minutes.” It’s almost 11 o’clock at night.
[07:54am] Crion: Ominous.
[07:55am] banana: KJ: "I'm sure we'll be partied out by then. Enjoy."
[07:55am] banana: She hums a little to test the noise of the crowd, how audible everything is. Of course a lot of others here don't need ears to hear.
[07:58am] Crion: This many people in body armor tends to put Cav on edge. He wonders what kind of mock battle crap they've got planned for the evening.
[07:58am] banana: To whichever of her companions is visible: "Shall we plunder thes Latin hearts and meet up at the canapes?"
[07:58am] banana: *these
[07:58am] Crion: Cav: "Sounds good to me."
[08:02am] Crion: Well, what's the state of play? Surely there are some little cliques forming up, as they often do, and hey, maybe someone wants to talk to the new guy from L.A.
[08:06am] Quaker: There are dozens of impenetrable little ones. As they scan the crowd, they can see people still glancing over out of curiosity, but no one makes a beeline for them. Out on the grass, you eventually see the familiar face of the Ambassador, Abby Gannon. She’s standing with a few other people, including one Cav’s seen before — a middle-aged man with shoulder-length black hair, dull yellow plate, and a blank, bored expression. Where has he seen him before? It seems so near…
[08:07am] Quaker: From the castle’s first floor, they can hear the sound of a scream, followed by a great gale of laughter.
[08:07am] Crion: Well.
[08:07am] Crion: This is one of those parties.
[08:10am] Crion: The LA Invictus are a strange lot, but one thing he's genuinely glad for is that publicly toying with and then murdering kine as a social centerpiece is somewhere between unpermitted and unthinkable.
[08:10am] Crion: Not so in New York and, presumably now, San Diego.
[08:13am] Quaker: Gannon sees KJ and the rest, and makes a quick expression that is impenetrable if you don’t know her well, and recognizable as “I’m so glad to see you, please rescue me from this conversation” if you do.
[08:18am] banana: Not the kind of heart KJ was hoping to steal, but they'll need an ambassador on side if things go poorly tonight. She sashays over that way, trying not to knock any suits of armour over.
[08:18am] Quaker: Oh. The last time Cav saw this person, they were reassembling themselves out of a murder of crows on top of a skyscraper, having just missed Cav, Santiago, Seabury, and the former Ambassador as they evacuated themselves in a helicopter. The Count San Ysidro, Ochoa had said.
[08:19am] Crion: Well.
[08:19am] Crion: This is going to be a fun party.
[08:19am] Crion: He hesitates briefly, then moseys on over.
[08:20am] Quaker: Both Cav and KJ can see the robed and masked Nosferatu standing apart from the crowd, waiting. It must be K.J.’s naturally good eyesight, but she also realizes that there are heads mounted on the battlements of the castle, looking down at the party with empty gazes.
[08:23am] banana: Christ. Maybe vampires should be illegal after all. Do they belong to anyone in particular? "Abigail, may I borrow you? There was just one point about the itinerary of signings. I'm sorry to cut in, everybody!"
[08:24am] Crion: ...Cav didn't realize KJ was about to do that.
[08:24am] Crion: Now she's left him alone with the Count.
[08:24am] Quaker: Nobody she recognizes, though they all seem to have crosses cut into their foreheads. “Baron Valentine! Of course, one moment, then you must meet everyone…”
[08:25am] banana: KJ: "You know, I really should. Can we do introductions in a barbarously short interval?" She's basically imitating how La Jolla and her retinue talk at this point. Seems de rigeur, which is also something else they say.
[08:26am] Quaker: Well, not just the count. An enormous man, seven feet tall and extraordinarily fat, peers down at Cav as clearly less important personages take shelter in his bulk. “So THIS is the little delegation Bailey sent down…and who are YOU, senor?” The Count says nothing.
[08:27am] Quaker: Gannon stops K.J. once they’re out of earshot. “You couldn’t find time to drop into my office before tonight?”
[08:27am] banana: "I don't have a good answer for you, Abby, but I have an answer."
[08:28am] banana: "Did you know that the Princess La Jolla has a private rollercoaster?"
[08:28am] Quaker: Abby frowns. “So you did go with her to her little park. Why? Did she ask you to do something?”
[08:30am] banana: "No, that's the answer: the private wonderland. I said it's a bad excuse, but we've basically been alternating between the rides and clubbing."
[08:30am] banana: KJ: "Tell you what, let's catch up now?"
[08:32am] Quaker: Abby clearly wants to let it go, but… “Just clubbing?”
[08:34am] banana: KJ looks uncomfortable. "Maybe I should've brought a cooler down, but.. do you know about the thing I've got? I spend a bit more time feeding than most of us."
[08:36am] Crion: He turns on the charm. "I, my lord, am Clinton Cavanaugh, Baron of Laguna, Shepherd, and late of New York City." He hits the proper mix of respectful, breezy, and arrogant that plays well with this crowd. At least, he hopes it does.
[08:39am] Quaker: The corners of the huge man’s eyes and mouth curl upwards in delight. “Oh, I’ve been mistaken. Not one of Bailey’s fey little creations, then! No, a real New Yorker. Charmed, Baron. I am…eh….” He flaps a meaty paw at his retinue.
[08:41am] Crion: Cav's pretty sure that's not mockery in his voice, and given what 'New York City values' mean in the context of the Kindred community, that's something Cav finds very concerning. What sort of retinue does this man have?
[08:41am] Zarick left the chat room. (Ping timeout: 121 seconds)
[08:42am] Quaker: Someone steps forward. “Clifford Jackson Gordon! Prince of Tijuana! Protector of Rosarito! Stalwart of the Grand Prince, First Order! Order of the Black Bird, full honors! Knight of the -“ The Prince waves again, shutting him up. The retinue seems to be made up of people who watch his every move closely, and flinch when he acts.
[08:43am] Quaker: Abby: “I know. That’s fine. It’s just…you’re sure there’s nothing you want to tell me?”
[08:44am] Crion: Ah. The man heading up the prospective pogrom, if Cav remembers correctly.
[08:44am] Crion: Yeah. He would love New York vampires.
[08:44am] Quaker: The Prince of Tijuana: “How did you end up in Los Angeles, Baron! It doesn’t seem to attract your kind of pedigree. Naturally.”
[08:47am] Crion: Cavanaugh: "Fate and duty, Prince. There was a need of our services in the Brilliant Court, a request was made, and I, being a junior associate at the firm, was obligated to fill it."
[08:47am] Crion: He permits himself a bit of wryness in his smile. "As you might imagine, it has not been the best...oh, what is the term they use these days...'culture fit.'"
[08:49am] banana: KJ: "..c'mon, that's not how you do deniability. Save the friendly prying for when we get home, alright? When in Rome."
[08:49am] banana: "Sorry, I've spent too much time around these aristocrats to the point of being, like, unintelligible."
[08:49am] Crion: It's great, right?
[08:51am] Quaker: Gordon laughs. It’s like watching a meat section during an earthquake. “No! I don’t imagine it would be. I’ve heard a little of the Shepherds, of course. Very professional. Very capable. Not sentimental. The right kind of people. In fact…well, Tijuana has plenty of problems that could use a Shepherd. How does one contract your firm out, anyway?”
[08:54am] Quaker: Abby looks genuinely taken aback. “Oh.” K.J. can tell that she’s going to commit to something, and that she thinks she’s going to regret it. “Well. Ok. Just…be safe.” They stand there for a moment, under a canvas tent. “Do you want me to introduce you to the people Cavanaugh is talking to?”
[08:55am] Crion: Cav joins the laugh. "I can refer you to an account manager and have someone from our client-contact group reach out to you, but beyond that I'm actually not sure. For all the shiny new corporate America gloss, we have our obsessive secrecies same as any other group of our like -- and the employee handbook, ah, heavily incentivizes us not to freelance."
[08:56am] banana: KJ: "Sure. They're not the ones you needed extraction from, right?"
[08:58am] Quaker: Abby: “They’re pretty bad company. But at least we’re out here. The real freaks are inside.” She looks back at Cav and the Prince. “I’ll introduce you, and then go find whatever little isle of good taste the Princess usually makes at things like this.”
[08:59am] banana: "Funny, I got the impression you weren't a fan when we met at the station. She seems fine, as a hostess."
[09:02am] Quaker: Gordon: “What a shame! These fucking church people - no offense, Count, you know who I mean - are like rats. No matter how many you make an example of, more and more arrive, and then they breed, you know. You have to be firm, set an example. They could use a good Shepherding…into Hell! Haha! The last time I heard of the Shepherds out here, it was for some bloody work like that. And you didn’t hear anything about those people they worked on afterwards! Yes…I’ll look into it. These ones” - he gestures at his cringing retinue - “are too soft a touch.”
[09:02am] Crion: ...
[09:03am] Crion: Clinton maintains his smile and says something polite and deferant, because he's a professional.
[09:04am] Quaker: Abby: “She’s fine company. I mean, I like her personally. Her circle is the only one I can stand. She just…makes headaches for me, sometimes. I’m always having to apologize for our Court when she uses one of us for some scheme.”
[09:04am] Crion: What the hell were Alicia and Peter doing out here to make this monster think the Shepherds are the answer to his need for a purge?
[09:05am] banana: KJ: "Ha. She's pretty open about her ambitions, yeah. But you can trust that we wouldn't get into anything that warrants apologies." In the sense that there'd be no point rendering any.
[09:09am] Quaker: Abby sighs. “Okay. Let’s go meet the monster mash.”
[09:12am] Quaker: Cav’s next thought is broken by the returning Ambassador. “Prince! Count. This is K.J. Valentine, Baron of Anaheim and one of the Brilliant Court’s most brilliant young stars. You’ve met her brilliant young counterpart, Baron Cavanaugh, I see. K.J., this is Clifford Jackson Gordon, Prince of Tijuana and Lord of many other places, and Artur Korzeniowski, Count San Ysidro.”
[09:13am] Quaker: The Prince seems less impressed by this one. “And who is YOUR sire, young lady?”
[09:14am] Crion: Oh, this is going to go well.
[09:21am] banana: KJ beams like a flashlight. "Well. If you believe the cult's promotional materials, she was an ancient reawakened priestess of the 'Bak-Ra', the true inheritors of Egypt. But it said Casey Abadi on her employment contract, and probably her birth certificate."
[09:22am] banana: "I'm very interested to make your acquaintance. If we could get this kind of cross-border cooperation dayside a lot of problems would go away."
[09:24am] Quaker: Clifford Jackson Gordon: “A…cult? Egypt? Cross-border cooperation?” He seems to be getting angrier with each question mark. “What is this, Ambassador?”
[09:24am] Crion: Cav, smoothly: "Baron Anaheim comes to us from San Francisco."
[09:26am] Quaker: Cav sees someone he surely couldn’t have expected to see here, passing through a parting of a crowd. He’s met Presbyter Karin Sauer before, at some party, surely. She keeps walking, not seeing him.”
[09:26am] Quaker: Prince Gordon makes a kind of strangled screaming noise.
[09:27am] Crion: ...Well, that's strange. "If you'll excuse me a moment. Prince. Ambassador. Baron."
[09:27am] Quaker: Count San Ysidro speaks for the first time. It sounds like a rock crusher. “That is an odd place to start, if you hope to gain rank or respect in the Los Angeles Invictus. Or the Invictus of nearly anywhere. How did you manage it, Baron Anaheim?”
[09:27am] Crion: "And Count."
[09:28am] banana: Flatly: "I fled. As you're aware, they're a murderous bunch and they don't like cults any more than we do."
[09:29am] Crion: Better he bows out before they have to start comparing wartime exploits, anyway.
[09:29am] banana: "I survived and became useful. Fortunately, I can do most things better than most people. Occasionally that's enough. Takes all kinds, right?"
[09:29am] Crion: He's going to shadow Sauer, though not approach her in public. Not yet, at least.
[09:31am] Quaker: The Prince: “No!” The Count: “Of course.”
[09:32am] Quaker: Sauer winds her way through the crowd. It’s hard to follow someone so small, since the gaps she makes close up quickly. Cav will have to try hard to keep up with her.
[09:35am] banana: KJ: "Tell me, your Highness- how have you maintained such standards in Tijuana? Have you defeated entropy, rendering all change avoidable?"
[09:38am] Quaker: The Prince rises. “Please, Baron. Share your insights with us.”
[09:40am] Quaker: Cav does more than try: he succeeds! Sauer, for all her quickness, is kept in sight the whole way. He even follows her when she disappears in a flicker of shadow, appearing a few strides later near the castle, slipping into an empty and darkened parlor. She stands with her hands in her pockets, waiting, admiring a painting of some woman in armor.
[09:43am] Crion: Cav will slide up alongside her, but far enough way to be unnoticed in his approach and unthreatening on his reveal. "Who is she?"
[09:45am] banana: KJ takes a glass from a passing servant's hand and drinks whatever was in it. "If you're positing a world where the only Kindred who take a place in society are the ones already occupying it, there's no special insight needed to disappoint you. I'll just wait a few hundred years, your Highness, and you'll be ash or buried in dreams."
[09:46am] banana: To San Ysidro, murmured: "My apologies." It's probably about to be clear what for.
[09:46am] Quaker: Presbyter Sauer jumps all the same. “Oh!” When she realizes who has seen her, she does a double-take. “Baron Cavanaugh? Oh, uh. Um. I don’t know. I just liked the, uh…art. The brush strokes are very…technically proficient.”
[09:47am] Crion: Cavanaugh shrugs. "I wouldn't know. What brings you to the party, Presbyter?"
[09:48am] Quaker: Sauer looks around. “Sightseeing.”
[09:48am] Crion: He's not going to ask why she's in San Diego. She can't answer that question both safely and honestly on these grounds, and Cav's pretty sure he's got the general sense of it either way.
[09:52am] Quaker: The Prince’s broad face darkens as K.J. speaks. By the time she’s finished, his teeth are bared, and drawing blood from his lower lips. “You! A few hundred years! Now here is the Los Angeles I know all too well. You people….you aberrations. You traitors. You self-promoters and malcontents! You screeching, swarthy apes!” Abby is gently pushing K.J. away.
[09:54am] Crion: So glad to have been tabbed as 'one of the good ones' by San Diego's resident vampire Nazi.
[09:54am] Crion: Well. Tijuana's.
[09:54am] banana: Swarthy, are you fucking kidding me "Thanks, Abby. Some pleasant gardens through here, right?"
[09:56am] Crion: To Sauer: "I think I saw enough of the city last time I was here to last me another, oh, thirty or forty years. However long it takes the blood to thin. But here I stand nonetheless."
[09:56am] banana: If Gordon is letting them go, they'll go. Otherwise KJ had better vanish entirely at this point. She wouldn't even trust herself NOT to escalate.
[09:56am] Quaker: “You frauds and hucksters! You freaks and mongrel-lovers! Replace me? You’ll…me? Us? The eternal, unyielding bulwark of God, of order, of law, of good? You, replace me? I can trace MY heritage back four THOUSAND years, Baron! Each of my ancestors knew the strength of the Invictus, the strength of a will that resists the weak and the wailing hordes, who would erase a millennia of hard-won peace for a second of mindless pleasure- YOU???”
[09:57am] Quaker: Well, he doesn’t follow them as they leave.
[09:57am] banana: Quietly: "I mean, he's right about the Bay Area."
[09:57am] Quaker: Sauer: “Why are you here?” She doesn’t sound accusatory, just curious.
[09:59am] Crion: Drolly: "The Seneschal thought we could use the vacation. Unless you mean the party in specific, in which case I have to stay I'm still asking that myself."
[10:00am] Crion: "Plate armor does my profile no favors."
[10:00am] Quaker: Abby: “Well, Tijuana’s overrated, anyway.” She’s led them to a break in the crowd. Left to the lit section of the manor on the ground floor, right to a darkened wing and an empty stretch of grass overlooking the lake. Which way?
[10:01am] Quaker: Sauer looks like she’s thinking. Eventually: “You’re friends with Presbyter Vincent, right?”
[10:02am] Crion: "I'd like to think so," Cav says. "She always got on better with Rollie, though."
[10:03am] Quaker: Sauer: “Why are you friends with her?”
[10:05am] Crion: "I've got two answers to that, one which you might like and the other one which you won't, and I'm not sure which is the real reason. Maybe both are."
[10:06am] Quaker: Sauer: “Now’s the time for honesty.”
[10:07am] Crion: "The first is, given that she was a source of assistance and power outside the formal chain of Invictus command while I was a deputy and now represents my direct territorial neighbor as a baron, being friends with her is merely good politics. I certainly have enough enemies in the Brilliant Court without running afoul of the priests.
[10:09am] Crion: "The second is that she reminds me of something I've never seen before; an odd, disquieting sensation -- perhaps an echo in the blood, perhaps just a strange deja vu. A vampire with her kindness and grace -- and I mean that in the religious sense -- is a thing both my lives have told me should not be."
[10:09am] Crion: "But then, my religion was always money."
[10:10am] Quaker: Sauer relaxes. “Oh, okay. Hey, do you like the Bishops, or the San Diego Court?”
[10:13am] banana: KJ's answer will depend on whether Wilson's made his presence known yet. This might be a good time to slip away from Abby and into the bowels of the party.
[10:14am] Quaker: Abby: “Oh, that reminds me. Where’s Baron Frost gotten to? Was he with you?”
[10:15am] Crion: Cav purses his lips. "I've no use for the former and with one conspicuous exception in the Princess of La Jolla, I prefer how my first interaction with the San Diego Court went as compared to this burgeoning horror show."
[10:15am] VoxPVoxD: Wilson's done what he usually does at parties, which is park in one spot and talk to people who come to him. This is so much harder sober.
[10:17am] Quaker: In fact, nobody comes to talk to him. Lords and ladies react with shock at his uncovered face and walk away muttering.
[10:18am] Crion: Fun crowd.
[10:18am] Quaker: Sauer: “Nice. Well, you probably won’t -“ There’s a knock on a door leading further into the house, and the Presbyter turns to look. “Yes?”
[10:19am] Quaker: The door swings open slightly. A porcelain mask peeks through the gap. “We’re here.” It notices Cav. “Do you…require assistance.”
[10:21am] Crion: Are they asking Sauer or Cav?
[10:23am] Quaker: It’s asking Sauer. Sauer: “No, he’s from up north. He’s with me.” She fishes a piece of paper from her pocket and reads from it. “1360 Pepper Tree Road. Dig under the lemon tree in the back. Should be 25 pieces, 5,000 rounds. Some special ones, I don’t know how many they put in. And five pounds of plastics. So be careful when you dig.”
[10:23am] Quaker: The mask: “Yours is behind the painting.” The door closes, quietly.
[10:24am] Quaker: Sauer looks at the painting again. “It’s pretty big. Help me take it off the wall?”
[10:25am] Crion: "Of course." Hopefully namechecking -- well, title-checking -- the Princess along with his stated feelings on the Bishops and San Diego have tipped Sauer to the vague outline, at least, of what he's doing at the party. It would be so gauche to actually say it out loud. Bad op sec, too.
[10:27am] Quaker: With the big oil painting lifted out of the way, there’s a hollow in the wall, holding a wide plastic case. Sauer pops the hinges and places it on the floor, kneeling in front of it. “Let’s see…”
[10:28am] Quaker: There’s what looks like close to $15,000 in bills, and something placed in foam holders: they look like four D-Cell batteries, covered in a dried, brownish substance.
[10:30am] Quaker: Sauer: “I get the sense that we run in the same circles. Maybe our ends just hadn’t met yet.”
[10:32am] Crion: Cav laughs and shakes his head. "Perhaps. But I've been...more distant towards the Prysbeter, and her parish, than I should have been since the partitioning. Maybe I'll start dropping by more often."
[10:32am] Quaker: The only person to approach Wilson turns out to be one of the Nosferatu. It’s not until she speaks that he realizes it’s Sara, the one he’s been working with for a day and his assigned doppelganger. “Hello, Baron. Are you ready to start? We should find the others.”
[10:33am] VoxPVoxD: Wilson ought to be miffed, but this isn't even the first time his understudy was a girl. "Sure. Enjoying yourself?"
[10:33am] Quaker: Cav has seen these before. They’re what Rollie had in his flashlight. The brown stuff is supposed to be the blood of a martyr.
[10:35am] Quaker: Sara’s mask has a red stone under her left eye. Wilson could swear that for a moment, it gleams. “Yes. When I meditate on the fact that I can help others escape from this place.”
[10:35am] Crion: Glancing at the batteries: "Now there's a useful tool."
[10:36am] VoxPVoxD: Wilson: "You know, if any of you want a vacation from this, I've got a big place up in LA."
[10:37am] VoxPVoxD: "I've always got guests and hardly ever see them. It's a good place to avoid everyone for a while."
[10:37am] Quaker: Sara: “Thank you. I’m going to be staying with the rest for a while, once we arrive. I’ll visit if I get the chance.”
[10:38am] VoxPVoxD: Wilson motions for her to lead on.
[10:40am] Quaker: Yesterday, as the barons went over the plan, the question came up: The Nosferatu are talented mimics, but they can’t provide much convincing depth if pointed questions start being asked. Will one of the three remain with the decoys of the other two, to provide cover? Or will all three be sneaking around?
[10:41am] Crion: If it's the former, Cav's the easy choice. He's got the skillset and is the Right Sort of Fellow, You Know, Just Has That 'It' Quality for this crowd of revanchist freaks.
[10:42am] VoxPVoxD: Wilson's happy to hang back, but you probably want the decoy to be the guy who can't turn invisible.
[10:44am] banana is now known as banana|peels.
[10:47am] Quaker: They talked it over. Cav would be the right sort of guy, it’s true…but Wilson has spent the most time navigating parties, and knows the best ways to bullshit away attention. Sara leads Wilson to where Abby and K.J. are.
[10:48am] Quaker: Sauer closes the case. “I’ll be heading back to L.A. now. You want me to take anything with me? I won’t be searched. Or I can take a message to someone, I guess.”
[10:50am] Crion: Cav shakes his head. "Nothing comes to mind."
[10:52am] Quaker: She picks the case up. “Alright. See you soon.” She leaves the room, passing a robed, masked figure. It’s Alberto, the Nosferatu Cav has been working with. “Baron. We should begin. The others are nearby.”
[10:53am] Crion: Cav: "Lead the way."
[10:56am] Quaker: He does, and once they’ve collected the rest of the barons and Sara, the little group is led to a quiet, darkened portion of the first floor. A door is opened, and then they find themselves in a large, empty room filled with sinks and stainless steel appliances. The blueprints they’ve all been committing to memory said it was an auxiliary kitchen.
[10:59am] Quaker: Alberto: “So. One last time. Baron Frost, myself, and Sara remain on the first floor. The others move upstairs and replace the item with the forgery. If no alarm is raised, the others return to the first floor, and the night proceeds as normal. If an alarm is raised, we withdraw Baron Frost and the doppelgangers back under the Princess’s protection, and you two will have to make your way to the other side of the lake, where the Princess’s people will pick you up.”
[11:00am] Quaker: The light in the kitchen bends, and Cav and K.J. are looking at copies of Cav and K.J.
[11:00am] Quaker: Cav asks Cav, in Cav’s voice. “Are we ready?”
[11:01am] Crion: So weird. "Think so."
[11:03am] Quaker: Then the three decoys leave by a side door.
[11:03am] Quaker: The clock begins for Cav and K.J.
[11:03am] Quaker: NEXT WEEK: Heisting!