mal @ 14/6/2022 17:31

Continuity be damned

we all gather for the funeral, and that's when we realize we're all siblings.

This but with geese

There will be a nice lil story recap of the Doomore case after Rose posts and before we move on, not to worry

Nene has just been searching for her coke bottle glasses this whole time while everyone's waiting at the evac point. Canon

mal @ 14/6/2022 15:33

If my PC dies I have a backup

actually a p interesting story. What a rollercoaster life for ol' Tommy https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-43054363

Boc always has my back

(sorry for the delay very busy the last few days)

Nene's old bones shook, and she found herself falling. Oh she was falling.

She knew that catching herself in the air would be a no go, too loud while the guards were conveining, so she positioned herself to fall into an open crate that looked soft enough to break the fall quietly. And it did. Nene crashed into an open crate of wig-making feathers, silently as any fall could be.

Managed to avoid all the feathers flying everywhere, too. Almost. a few scattered in the nearby area, but one caught into the air currents, wafting right towards the guards. Nene closed that bill tight. Oh she closed it. Couldn't afford to be heard.

The guards found the feather at their crossing. They looked around, tense. Tense. And then, one duck smiled and laughed, "did you drop this?"

And the tension shifted, as the two started talking, rounds forgotten as they flirted.

Nene sighed in relief, laying back into the feathers. Nearly had a heart attack. Too old for this. Too old. But it worked out.

Nene saw the crate in her line of sight.

"Volga"

It worked out.

She sent the message along, and planned her way out of the area. Easy enough, the lovebirds would be busy for the next few hours if their boss didn't show up to stop them.




Then she muttered under her breath "where are my glasses" and started to search the crate for them

Date: June 11th, 2022
Time: 1:14
Location: The Skein

The six geese sat around the poker table, looked over the carefully laid out plan, and thought to themselves...where did it all go wrong?

All six were still soaked to the bone and sat motionless in their scuba diving gear. Commander Gander broke the silence.

"What the hell was that??" he shouted. "I know you're rusty but my god, that was amateur hour! Steve got shot, half of you were spotted by guards and nearly got yourself caught or killed, and you had the slowest getaway plan these eyes have ever seen!"

The Boy raised his hand, preparing to take full heat for the getaway, before Xander silenced him and dismissed him from The Skein with some hush money. "And you!" he pointed a wing at Ryan. "I don't want you bringing any more outsiders back here, what kinda two-bit patty-cake bullshit operation do you think we're running here!"

The room remained silent before Nene finally spoke up.

"Well, it wasn't all bad." she said as she reached into her wet suit. "Grabbed this outta the Volga crate on my way out."

A pair of x-ray goggles thumped onto the poker table. The Gaggle.

"You sly son of a bitch." Xander said as he chewed the stub of his cigar.

"Okay...time to plan for the big one."

To be continued

"...two-bit patty-cake bullshit..."

lol

Date: June 11th, 2022
Time: 1:15
Location: The Skein

The Commander yanked some dirty, off-white rags that he found behind the bar off of the face of a corkboard to unveil what he had been working on while The Squawd was gone.

"Okay crew, take a gander at this."





"See for this one the pins and thread actually make sense." Carmen whispered to Percival.

"Listen up you sons of bitches. Time for the big one. The reason you're all here." Xander said as he stepped in front of the board and pointed his wing towards a photo at the top center.

"This is Dr. Liz Doomore. You know her story. Brilliant. Powerful. Dangerous. Thanks to our intel from Ryan, we now know that Doomore has not been talking to animals, she has been CONTROLLING them. This explains why our previous teams went missing and never returned - they were likely discovered and are now under Doomore's control, if not outright killed."

Louis glanced at Nene and gulped. Xander motioned towards the middle of the board.

"This x-ray is a mock-up of our target: The Babble. According to Percival, Dr. Doomore is able to maneuver The Babble into the ear canal of any unsuspecting animal in order to hide its whereabouts. With this, she's able to control every animal in the vicinity that at one point or another was effected by The Babble. You will all be safe from its effects, as you have never had the device inside of you. But be warned, if this device leaves its current host, it can just as easily make its way into any one of you..."

A few of the silly geese shifted in their chairs at the mere thought.

"Now, here's what we know. Doomore is holding a charity benefit at her manor tomorrow night. We took satellite photos, her mansion is sprawling. Overwhelming? Yes. But plenty of room to maneuver around and to stay hidden. This event will be a regular who's who of powerful types around the country - some unaware of Doomore's plot, and others undoubtedly explicit..."

Xander continued. "Security will be tight. The doctor hired the National Hunters Association to patrol the grounds of her manor, both inside and out. These sons of bitches will shoot ON SIGHT. You do not want to tangle with them. Back to the target, The Babble. Now thankfully Nene showed her expertise at your job gone south last night and actually managed to retrieve the package. The Gaggle will allow whoever wears it to be able to identify which animal is currently housing The Babble. You have two choices, either find a way to extract the device, or take the animal with you. But be warned, that animal is under her control, it will NOT go willingly..."

The Squawd continued glancing up at the board, jotting down notes as they listened intently.

"There's more. Security cameras: everywhere. Doomore is taking no chances. You'll either have to dodge their lines of sight the whole time or make your way into the security room to disable them. Entry: strict. There's a guest list that will be checked at the door. Either you disable a guest before they enter, take their ticket, and masquerade as them - or you're sneaking in. There are skylights above, that could be a weak point. We also heard rumor of a sewer grate entrance on the south side, which feeds into Duckbill Sound River. Speaking of which, that's your escape. Doomore's main exhibit in her showroom involves "trained" porpoises. They'll be in a large tank, which should connect to the sewer system which should lead straight out into the Duckbill River. Disguise yourselves as porpoises under Doomore's control and take the tunnel from the tank into the river and you're home free."

Xander took a step back and glanced over his proud work.

"OH! One more thing. Doomore has a private vault somewhere on the basement level. This is heavily guarded by lasers which, if tripped, will sound off all alarms and lock the entire manor down. This would be a nightmare scenario. But inside of that safe is Doomore's fortune. If you ask me? Not worth going for. But my boss' boss seems to think that if you wipe out her fortune, you help squash the threat of her starting up another scheme in the near future. Take away her funding, take away her major schemes. But make no mistake, that safe is SECONDARY! You hear me??"

The Squawd balked a bit at the thought of skipping out on a major payday. Thieves were thieves after all. But most eventually relented. Percival, however, was salivating at the large diamond ring he spotted on Doomore's finger in her photograph. He glanced over at Carmen longingly. If only he could get his wings on it...

Xander slammed a fist onto the poker table to gather attention once more.

"That should be everything, but believe me, there will be some unaccounted for obstacles. Now you may have noticed that I haven't come up with much in the way of an actual plan for this mission. I'm no expert these days. That's where you come in. Six brilliant minds, six unique skillsets. Put your noggins together and let's come up with a plan. Tomorrow night....we go in."

Onto the next phase! This will be a quickie. You must all now come up with some sorta plan to trying to pull this off. You do NOT need all the fine details since most of it will change as things develop anyway. But if anyone wants to claim, say, disabling the security cameras or being the one to use the goggles to spot the device, etc, then feel free

You can also invent new obstacles if you wish! If you decide (for example) that we got intel that one member of Doomore's inner circle is ready to break free from Doomore for a large payout, then you can decide that you will be the one to pull him aside in the manor and give him the payout in exchange for information or security access. I dunno! Anything like that is perfectly fine. If you want to add complications and then come up with elaborate, heist movie-like ways to solve them, then have at it

This will be an open forum discussion until tomorrow evening, which is when your heist will kick off. Use the time to discuss whatever you'd like. Does not have to be with typed up character posts if you don't want it to be, we can just all spitball out of character together. Think about your character's talents and what role would make sense for them to be doing. Or what doesn't make sense! Your call

Don't be afraid to be the first to claim a task in here. We've got until tomorrow late afternoon and then I'll post the update and we'll begin. Don't be shy! Brainstorm away

I will also be spitballing but whatever I come up with absolutely isn't law, so don't run with it if you don't want to

but the one thing I thought of is that it'd be kinda funny if the X-ray Gaggle technology was outfitted to Nene's coke bottle glasses

Hmmm we should try to get our hands on that guest list. Someone might be good at that sort of thing. My skills could be best used to masquerade as someone on the list who has an invitation.

We’re also going to need a way to smuggle our porpoise disguises into the mansion. Good thing they’re made of mostly Lycra and should be light.

It would be cute if the waiters were penguins.

Guest list could possibly be hacked to add some names? Or remotely hacked to just see the actual list

Porpoise disguises...big ole catering order for the event could be coming through. Delivery truck unloading supplies earlier in the day. Either someone can disguise themselves as a member of the catering team or the porpoise costumes can be slipped into some crates in the van as they're unloading