2019-04-02 Untitled Heist (briefing)

2019-04-02 Untitled Heist (briefing)
Hoxton, Sydney, Lucio, Dragan, Dallas

[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.*
[18:24:53] <Dallas> *What's everyone been up to following the Lucio incident?*

[18:25:46] <Sydney> ((Has Lucio been hanging around the safehouse?))
[18:26:32] <Lucio> ((he has, but not exactly openly.))
[18:27:03] <Dallas> ((Cat in the rafters.))
[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.))
[18:29:19] <Lucio> ((Sure. Let's say she catches him on the rooftop at some point, birdwatching.))
[18:29:40] <Sydney> ((Has he picked a nickname yet?))
[18:30:29] <Lucio> (("yes". it's terrible.))
[18:31:16] <Sydney> ((hi terrible, I'm Sydney))
[18:31:26] <Hoxton> ((:D))
[18:35:45] <Lucio> ((he suggested "Lucky" to Hox. but he's bad at naming things.))
[18:37:17] <Sydney> ((What about "Cheshire"?))
[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))
[18:42:29] <Lucio> ((Cheshire. He thinks about it, waffles a bit, then suggests Sorrisogatto, or just Sorriso. Smiley cat.))

[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.*
[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?*
[18:29:25] <Hoxton> *Staking out as in looking up shops online. Nothing serious, just keeping busy. He enjoyed that last jewelery store hit.*
[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.*
[18:34:39] <Hoxton> ((Ohh nice.))
[18:34:52] <Hoxton> ((Surely must be one beautiful watch in the making c8))
[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?*
[18:39:06] <Dallas> *Dallas cracks a smile.* How could I forget?
[18:39:39] <Dallas> *A reply from Aleks comes in a minute later. "Of course. Do you want to do it?"*
[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?
[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?
[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?*
[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.
[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.*
[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.
[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.*
[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.*
[18:54:08] <Dallas> *Aleks writes back quickly, "Can you come over tonight?"*
[18:55:16] <Hoxton> *"I am expected somwhere else. Will it take long?"*
[18:55:32] <Hoxton> Ah shite he wants to meet tonight. *He mutters*
[18:55:52] <Dallas> *Another text follows. "I need to give you keys."*
[18:56:32] <Dallas> Well, we got Vlad.
[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*
[18:57:26] <Sydney> *Sydney has a few ideas, and she gets to work in her workshop.*
[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.
[18:59:20] <Dallas> Don't see why not. We can make a quick stop before we go.
[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.*
[19:02:09] <Dallas> *Aleks goes, "Okay, see you there!" It's followed by a happy face emoji with smiling eyes. Huh.*
[19:02:56] <Hoxton> ((AW.))
[19:03:12] <Dragan> ((oh man, this is gonna be dragan's first time meeting vlad right?))
[19:03:18] <Sydney> ((IT IS))
[19:03:23] <Dragan> ((HOO BOY))
[19:03:32] <Sydney> ((MY (NEW) FRIEND!))
[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.
[19:04:20] <Dallas> ((:D))
[19:05:05] <Hoxton> Jesus mate, I need a drink on that. Though...*he pauses, looking quietly and dignified.* Please dont tell Vlad.
[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.*
[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?*
[19:07:12] <Hoxton> ((OH MY GOD DALLAS. HNNGH.))
[19:07:48] <Sydney> ((:D))
[19:08:24] <Sydney> ((Lol, does lucio even have a phone?))
[19:09:10] <Sydney> ((I feel like they would have at least given him a burner))
[19:09:27] <Dallas> *Should be a half dozen burners lying around. Just give him one!*
[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.*
[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.*
[19:16:34] <Sydney> ((..Sydney's absolutely going to ask him to teach her to do a handstand and shit))
[19:20:12] <Dallas> ((Aww yus, teach her parkour, Lucio!))
[19:20:34] <Sydney> ((She can do some parkour already; it's more the circus-y tricks she doesn't know))
[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?
[19:19:24] <Dallas> *Chox strikes once again.*
[19:19:49] <Sydney> ((:D))
[19:23:09] <Lucio> *Dragan also probably spots him too come to think of it. He's not hiding all of the time.*
[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.*
[19:23:52] <Hoxton> ((CHOX. AHH D8>))
[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?
[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?
[19:32:45] <Dallas> ((OH NO, DALLAS IS NOT KEEPING THE TOP KNOT. GODDAMN IT, JIM.))
[19:33:04] <Hoxton> ((>8D GNAHAHAH!))
[19:33:06] <Sydney> ((HE IS NOW))
[19:33:33] <Hoxton> ((THE CUNNING TRAP IS SPRUNG.))
[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.))
[19:34:20] <Dallas> *You betcha, Dallas says. He could use a grande right about now. Everybody good to go?*
[19:36:28] <Dallas> *Dallas takes a quick headcount, frowns.* Anybody seen the kid?
[19:36:39] <Dallas> He's old enough to drink, right?
[19:36:48] <Sydney> He's probably outside. One sec.
[19:37:18] <Sydney> *Sydney leans out of the doorway, shouts,* Oi, fuckwit!
[19:37:57] <Hoxton> He's kinda tiny. Is he? Hard to tell, really.
[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.*
[19:41:22] <Sydney> Come here. You getta meet an amazingly crazy bloke and get drunk.
[19:41:29] <Sydney> What more d'ya want?
[19:41:45] <Dallas> Dallas, from off: Ask him if he's old enough to drink.
[19:41:58] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't.*
[19:42:07] <Sydney> ((Sydney don't give a shit))
[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.
[19:43:40] <Sydney> ...You're taking a fuckin shower first.
[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.
[19:45:25] <Dallas> *--said Dallas, leaning out.*
[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?
[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.
[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.*
[19:52:23] <Sydney> Christ, if that's the fanciest you've got we're gonna have to hit up a tailor.
[19:52:27] <Sydney> We got an image to uphold.
[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*
[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.
[19:53:37] <Dallas> You pick out a name yet? You'll need one if you're gonna introduce yourself to Vlad tonight.
[19:53:48] <Hoxton> *Hox is quick to call shotgun, his usual spot and heads for the car, looking back at them*
[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.
[19:55:30] <Sydney> Me name's Sydney, you brat. None of this majestic sir nonsense.
[19:55:44] <Hoxton> Bless you. *He looks up at the majestic comment and starts to laugh*
[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.*
[19:56:46] <Sydney> Arguable, but it does feel fuckin nice.
[19:57:00] <Lucio> *Lucio shakes his head.* How do you _move_ in that?
[19:57:24] <Sydney> Hey, if you get the right tailor, and the right fit, it's like a second skin.
[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.*
[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.*
[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.*
[20:03:25] <Hoxton> ((Hox: <:D GG RE.))
[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.*
[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.*
[20:14:37] <Lucio> *Tiny details that seem cosmically significant to him.*
[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.
[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.*
[20:31:11] <Sydney> ((AWAIT WHAT))
[20:31:15] <Hoxton> ((D:))
[20:31:50] <Hoxton> ((OH GOD WHAT WAIT I FIRST SAW WOLF AND NOW THAT. WHAT.))
[20:33:13] <Sydney> *Sydney is scrolling through tumblr on her phone, and doesn't notice.*
[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?
[20:35:28] <Dallas> *Dallas says tensely* It's fine, everybody stay calm.
[20:35:39] <Sydney> The fuck you yammering about? *She looks up, annoyed, but then follows his gaze.* ...Fucking hell.
[20:37:29] <Hoxton> *Hox curses and then instinctively checks his phone. Any messages he missed?*
[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.*
[20:37:40] <Dallas> *No new messages, Hox.*
[20:37:41] <Dragan> *Dragan stares at the men, stays silent for a moment* .....What the fuck
[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?
[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?>
[20:45:27] <Hoxton> I can't bloody believe it. *He keeps on staring out of the window.* They'll get shot, the twats.
[20:46:00] <Dallas> *Dallas must've caught something of the mumble. He glances into the rearview, says sharply* Hey, be nice.
[20:47:31] <Lucio> *Lucio looks up at Dallas, blinks, looks away.* Mi scusi, zio.
[20:48:49] <Lucio> *The slight grin he flashes at himself in the window says he absolutely thinks he's right.*

[20:49:50] <Hoxton> ((HEISTING LESSONS CANCELED, KID.))
[20:49:53] <Sydney> ((someone translate?))
[20:50:10] <Dallas> ((Stronzo = asshole. Poliziotto = police.))
[20:50:33] <Sydney> ((ohhhhh okay))
[20:50:37] <Dallas> ((Because any self-respecting Italian would rather DIE than call the cops.))
[20:51:36] <Dallas> (("Mi scusi, zio." = Pardon me, uncle.))
[20:51:57] <Sydney> ((UNCLE DADLAS))
[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)))
[20:56:25] <Sydney> ((Fottiti is my new favorite word, thank you))
[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.))
[21:03:09] <Dallas> ((Dallas will teach you proper swearing, not this watered down polite stuff.))
[21:03:40] <Dallas> ((Dallas: Hox. *motions; threateningly* Ti faccio un culo cosi!))
[21:03:52] <Hoxton> ((8D)))
[21:03:58] <Hoxton> ((OH WAIT. I MEAN D8))
[21:04:02] <Dallas> ((YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK THIS HAPPY ABOUT IT. WTF.))
[21:04:02] <Lucio> ((Lucio: ?!?!?))
[21:04:07] <Hoxton> ((DALLAS. PLEASE. THERE ARE KIDS HERE.))
[21:05:43] <Hoxton> ((OH SHIT, I MISSED THE "HOX" IN FRONT OF YOUR SENTENCE 8D))
[21:05:46] <Hoxton> ((D8))

[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.*
[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.*
[20:55:54] <Sydney> ..The fuck do we do now, then?
[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?
[20:57:30] <Sydney> Nah. Fakers don't have a girl. Ain't that accurate.
[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.
[21:01:53] <Sydney> Unless everyone's got their mask and gun jammed up our arses, we can't do shit.
[21:02:16] <Sydney> Get the plate number of their car, at least?
[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.*
[21:04:52] <Hoxton> Call, Bain. Could tap the feeds there! Is it just me or are there more and more copycats runnin about?
[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.
[21:06:31] <Sydney> *She nevertheless dials Bain, since she's already got her phone out. She relays what info they have.*
[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?*
[21:07:00] <Hoxton> *Hox snorts* At least they robbin' the bank not the sushi place. Not puttin too much dirt on our names.
[21:07:26] <Dallas> *Bain thanks her for the info, says he's looking into it.*
[21:08:20] <Lucio> Bain? So that's what Cyberman's called.
[21:09:00] <Sydney> Uh, he prefers the title 'script kiddie'.
[21:09:33] <Sydney> *Sydney grins widely, hoping Lucio decides to call Bain that at some point.*
[21:09:35] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly overrides her* Uh, do not call him that. Bain is fine.
[21:09:39] <Lucio> *Lucio gives her a confused look.* Kiddie?
[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.
[21:10:01] <Sydney> *She waves dismissively at Dallas.* You're no fun.
[21:10:16] <Hoxton> Yeah kiddie. Ya might be familiar with the term. *He chuckles.*
[21:10:36] <Lucio> *He shrugs.* Phoneman's weird, but he doesn't sound like a kid.
[21:10:38] <Hoxton> But yeah. Bain. He's the one pullin the strings. All of em.
[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.
[21:11:18] <Lucio> *Lucio frowns.* He too good for gutters or something?
[21:11:45] <Hoxton> He's good where he is. Ya better not piss him off.
[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.
[21:13:07] <Dallas> For that matter, don't go slinging his name around. You might get grabbed, juiced for information.
[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.
[21:14:47] <Dallas> There ya go, you got it.
[21:15:23] <Lucio> *He will only ever be referred to as spooky phoneman from now on.*
[21:15:51] <Hoxton> ((Bain sounds so grim described like that. But man, he's really nice to the gang ingame.))
[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.