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exsiliumlogs2014-01-19 11:35 pm
controlledvariable) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-19 11:35 pm
[closed] don't turn around, go get your gun ready
Date & Time: Sometime last week Exsilium time; mission time is March 14, 2976
Location: Financial City
Characters: Steph, Belle, Saul, Gold
Summary: we fucked up
Warnings: Violence, electrocution (way to go Saul), possibly a lot of swearing, NPC death
[All of these missions are supposed to be simple enough; slip into the time period, find somewhere to plug in the Transport AI, then maybe spend half an hour or so grabbing what secondary information they can while the tech does it's thing. Asking Belle along had happened on a whim, they'd been talking about trying to get Saul and Gold to stop the dick measuring contest (Steph's words, not Belle's) and forcing them to work together on a relatively low key mission seemed like a good idea. And Steph likes Belle, which helps, she just hopes she can rely on them both if things start going to shit. She's not sure how well Belle handles herself in a crisis, and Gold is a complete unknown, but something tells her that if nothing else, they'll both want to keep each other safe, which hopefully means they'll keep it together in a crisis.
If not, she'll just have to deal with it when it happens, which is partly the reason she decides to wear her Batgirl uniform despite it being a purely information gathering mission. Who knows what they'll run into, and the handheld computer she's got might come in handy, since it's Oracle-grade software, in case they run into any firewalls or passwords that need breaking. However things might end up going, there's minimal fuss on the Exsilium end before the Transporter whirs to life and sends all four of them back into the year 2976.
At first glance, there's not that much interesting to see, floor to ceiling windows that look out over more glass skyscrapers, inside is fancy and high-tech, and if Steph had to guess she'd assume it's a business that makes a lot of money, and they're in the office of someone rather high up in the company. More interestingly, it's completely empty, which means it's either the weekend, or something's not quite right. Steph's got her hand on her staff as she takes everything in, although there's one thing that's really troubling her, and she tilts her head to listen.]
Is that an alarm?
[Well. Shit.]
Location: Financial City
Characters: Steph, Belle, Saul, Gold
Summary: we fucked up
Warnings: Violence, electrocution (way to go Saul), possibly a lot of swearing, NPC death
[All of these missions are supposed to be simple enough; slip into the time period, find somewhere to plug in the Transport AI, then maybe spend half an hour or so grabbing what secondary information they can while the tech does it's thing. Asking Belle along had happened on a whim, they'd been talking about trying to get Saul and Gold to stop the dick measuring contest (Steph's words, not Belle's) and forcing them to work together on a relatively low key mission seemed like a good idea. And Steph likes Belle, which helps, she just hopes she can rely on them both if things start going to shit. She's not sure how well Belle handles herself in a crisis, and Gold is a complete unknown, but something tells her that if nothing else, they'll both want to keep each other safe, which hopefully means they'll keep it together in a crisis.
If not, she'll just have to deal with it when it happens, which is partly the reason she decides to wear her Batgirl uniform despite it being a purely information gathering mission. Who knows what they'll run into, and the handheld computer she's got might come in handy, since it's Oracle-grade software, in case they run into any firewalls or passwords that need breaking. However things might end up going, there's minimal fuss on the Exsilium end before the Transporter whirs to life and sends all four of them back into the year 2976.
At first glance, there's not that much interesting to see, floor to ceiling windows that look out over more glass skyscrapers, inside is fancy and high-tech, and if Steph had to guess she'd assume it's a business that makes a lot of money, and they're in the office of someone rather high up in the company. More interestingly, it's completely empty, which means it's either the weekend, or something's not quite right. Steph's got her hand on her staff as she takes everything in, although there's one thing that's really troubling her, and she tilts her head to listen.]
Is that an alarm?
[Well. Shit.]
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How do they know?! We just got here!
[ they shouldn't be detected, should they? at least, not with their method of transportation, belle thinks. clearly, she's wrong, because yeah, that sure is an alarm. she takes a breath, straightens up, and turns as she takes in the sights as well. they need to move, and they need to move fast, and -
wouldn't information be in the computer? that would be the easiest way to start, wouldn't it? it's probably locked with a password; security or guards or the goddamn swat team would probably be here in the amount of time it took them to hack it.
belle reaches into her pocket, pulls out a vial. ]
I have this. It's a protective cloaking spell. We can use it, but it needs to be now.
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[Gold is already over this espionage shit. He is so over it. But his clear agitation evaporates when Belle brings out the cloaking spell. Bless.]
She's right. The spell will hold them back for a bit- right up until they decide blowing us up might be more efficient, but ideally we'll be gone by the time that occurs to them.
[He's fairly confident about that. And to Belle, he adds.] No time like the present, then.
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[The answer is tossed Belle's way without much thought, because Steph is busying herself with heading to the nearest computer console to turn it on and start pulling what information she can. With the way things are shaping up, she doesn't want to plug the AI in until she's sure it's safe.
If they'd been dropped outside the building, Steph could have disabled the security system before they went in, but it's too late for that, now, and thinking about it won't change anything.]
Do it, I'll see if I can switch the alarm off from here.
[Except as soon as the computer is booted up, she's going to realize it's useless.]