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Post by Digithe on Admin's Notes (20 March 2010, 5:18 am)

Sat, 20 Mar 2010 05:18:11 +0000

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Post by Digithe on White Sun (19 March 2010, 5:47 am)

Fri, 19 Mar 2010 05:47:00 +0000

OOC: "Long-suffering sarcasm" might be as good a summary of Janika as I could ever have come up with

"Natalia, huh?" Janika asked thoughtfully. "Name like that, she's bound to be star-crossed with someone--at least in my experience. I dated a Natalia once, made me really feel like a Romeo. By which I mean to say, I felt like taking poison a few days into it." The doctor shivered, decided he'd rather not finish telling that particular story. "It's the times when I manage to escape from situations like that make me believe in a higher power."

OOC: Blarg. Okay. Time warp go!

As with most things it was a part in, the Wessel broke atmo on Hera just in time for the big event. They estimated that they had only half an hour, perhaps an hour at best, before the happy couple made their way down the aisle and everyone made their way toward the cake. Still, it was not the most rushed the crew had ever felt before. Janika had fond memories of the time he and Evie had literally run out of time, and had to jump out of the underbelly cargo doors with bungee cords around their waists, so they could place the explosives and have Rokky fly them out just in time to not die.

Wait a second, no. No, those weren't fond memories. Janika been so angry with Evie for "forgetting" to tell them that the charges were remote-sync'd to detonate at a specific time until she realized that they wouldn't be able to set them in time the normal way, that he didn't even yell at her. Once they'd been reeled back in, he just glared at her for a full minute before taking a long pull from his bottle of emergency vodka and passing out on the infirmary bed.

Also, he slipped diuretics into her drinks for the next week.

Oh, that's why they were fond memories.

"We about ready?" Janika asked, adjusting his cuff links. Though he didn't like playing the distraction, it looked like he didn't have much choice. Sure, he could stay behind, but without something to draw everyone's focus, it would be very difficult to filch such an important symbol as the cake from a wedding. He still wasn't quite sure what he would do-- he figured things would fall into place when he saw the crowd and the couple-- but he was preparing to act like he'd had a relationship with the bride and interrupt when the priest asked for objectors to the union. It wasn't his first choice, but it would certainly create enough of a commotion that Evie and Rokky could make off with the cake. His escape plan was even more vague-- I'm spending way too much time with Evie-- but he figured, in the worst case, Rokky could fly by with the Wessel to pick him up, and they could escape in the confusion.

It's times like these that I really want to believe in a higher power. We're going to need any help we can get!

OOC: Did this help? I'm not even sure. Let me know and I can fix it if need be

Post by The Ace of Spades on White Sun (17 March 2010, 8:50 pm)

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 20:50:28 +0000

Rokky did, as usual, have a point. There was really no other way to find the specific wedding party they were looking for without using specific names, so Evie took a moment to reassure herself that she'd never actually used names when telling her companions of her various marital exploits (she generally stuck to "that jerk," "that other jerk," and "no, the other other jerk"). "They should be under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Will-- ah, Wilhelm Austerlitz. Her name's Natalia something. All I know about her is she just inherited some business or another. And he's a doctor. Or something. I mean, I think. Probably." She cleared her throat, and pushed herself up to sit fully on the console behind her. "Anyway," she continued, "from what I can tell, we're lookin' at a pair of real-life star-crossed lovers. Except I guess they don't look so star-crossed anymore."

She wasn't sure how much of this they really needed to know, but she figured it was better to tell them too much than too little-- other than the obvious, we're-crashing-my-ex's-wedding bit. Besides, they had a bit of a wait ahead of them, and Evie had never been the type to prefer quiet and solitude. Usually, she just picked one of the guys, plunked herself down next to them, and talked until she thought of something better to do. Rokky never really seemed to mind, and Janika responded with the same long-suffering sarcasm he applied to every other situation. She had a feeling Valentin enjoyed her chattering, but she always felt bad afterward. Damn kid believed everything she told him, it seemed like. "Rival mobs, you know. One of them's German-- which probably explains Mr. Tall, Dark, and Horribly Rude back at the bar." She glanced over Rokky's shoulder and heaved an impatient sigh. (She was well aware of the fact that she occasionally acted all of five years old, but she wasn't about to change. It was her damn ship, anyway.) "Are we there yet?"

OOC:I... have no idea. Time warp go?

Post by spy_4_hire on White Sun (17 March 2010, 3:14 am)

Wed, 17 Mar 2010 03:14:09 +0000

"Sorry fer not makin' myself clear," Rokky said, not looking back at the doctor as he flipped switches and pushed buttons to put in the new coordinates. He took the opportunity of having his back to the other two, and rolled his eyes. "The names of the people who hired us ain't gonna help me much. I'm gonna need to know at least one of the names of the happy couple we're tryin' to ruin to track down the bakery they're orderin' the cake from and I can find out what caterin' company they're gettin' in case we can't." He frowned and focused on what he was doing to avoid shorting the system. It could get finicky sometimes, and Valentin would complain until the cows came home if he had to come up and rewire everything... again.

"Will do, ma'am," he nodded, acknowledging the order. "No one will know we're packing heat..." He sighed a little, knowing that he would not be able to tote the big guns. He knew that in the best case scenario they would not need them, but the crew of The Wessel rarely experienced the best case scenario, and he liked the security big guns offered.

"All right, then," Rokky stretched and leaned back with a smile. "We should get to Hera with more than enough time to track down and capture the package."

Post by The Ace of Spades on White Sun (16 March 2010, 9:38 pm)

Tue, 16 Mar 2010 21:38:39 +0000

Evie had the grace to look a little ashamed of herself at the doctor's implied censure, but she didn't say anything about it. Her usual response would have been to argue, if for no other reason than that it frustrated him immensely, but she was still being silently grateful to him for not pushing the subject of the mobsters' identities-- she didn't think either of them knew the names of most of her various husbands, but she may have mentioned one or two of them at some point, and wouldn't it be just her luck if one of them remembered? With any luck, she figured they could complete this job with something like efficiency (or as much of it as was possible when crashing a mob wedding), and Dr. Wilhelm Austerlitz would never even know his ex-wife had made an appearance.

Yes, she thought, that would be perfect. Or perhaps she could sneak her way into one of the photos, give him a big, cheesy smile, and revel (from a very safe distance away) in the thought of his reaction upon seeing her.

Now that would be fun.

She couldn't help wondering who his bride was. Natalia something, she thought the boss had said, but she hadn't caught the last name. She was probably blonde. Wilhelm had liked blondes. (She was not actually bitter over any of her husbands, although she supposed she had a right to be in this instance, if she felt so inclined. It was more that she found them all to be perfectly ridiculous, and viewed the events surrounding them as one continuous farce. She rather enjoyed living in a farce.)

"We'll be here," she said, pulling her thoughts away from the likelihood that her ex-husband's new wife would be wearing a maternity gown. "We've got the easy job this time, remember? We grab the cake, get back here, and you have got nothing to worry about." Which was a lie, of course; on this ship there was always something to worry about, but she supposed it was true on a relative scale, so she didn't correct herself.

I didn't even know Will was in a mob. Confusion flitted over her features for half a moment as she thought about this, then she blinked and grinned and it was gone. "Anyway, Rokky, since you seem to know so much about cakes and all that, it'd be good to have you with me." It helped that he was significantly larger than her, and she could probably duck behind him if she needed to hide. "No doubt they'll be a little suspicious of caterers carrying as many guns as we do, Rokky, so find some way to hide them." She'd thought about telling him to leave them behind, except they were dealing with Germans, and Evie had a newfound dislike of them after the recent incident at the bar. Besides, if WIll recognized her, things could get ugly fast. "Hopefully you won't need them, but, ah... you never know."