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xp_logsIn Japan, Kevin and Wanda pose as a wealthy couple with a painting to auction to gain access to the auction house, with Clea posing as their assistant.
Clea held the large briefcase in her hand as she trailed behind Wanda and Kevin as they exited the fancy car and up to the auction house. Her job was simple it was up to the two in front of her to sale it. Inside was the counterfeit small painting and honestly Clea would be fooled and she knew it was a fake. As they got closer to the front door Clea walked ahead quickly to open the door for the both of them.
Wanda slipped her arm through Kevin's as they walked towards the entrance to the auction house, her posture relaxed but in reality, she was scanning the few in attendance. Anyone she might have worked with in the past would be there the day of the auction, not the preview they were being afforded, so between that and a few changes to her appearance, she felt confident that none of the regulars in the circuit would be there and no one else would be able to pick her out.
On the other hand, Kevin looked like a Eurotrash silver fox; gaudy, clunky rings, a perfectly tailored pearl coloured suit, and gold framed sunglasses. Men like him were both the bane and the lifeblood of the art world. They had no taste for art that wasn't directly tied to the price and reliably overpaid at auctions for inferior pieces. He'd draw all the attention and considerable loathing from the other guests, which would free Wanda up to case the piece and the room without suspicion.
A well dressed man stepped forward from the entrance, his face neutral at the site of Kevin (though the assistant behind him had less of a poker face). "Mr. Robbins, Mrs. Robbins, we're delighted that you're so interested in our collection. My names is James Perkins and I'll be escorting you in case you have any questions."
Wanda smiled and held out a limp hand for him to shake. "Mr. Perkins, we appreciate the early peek! I've been positively giddy since the announcement went out and, well, simply wouldn't stop talking about this until we arranged a meeting." She followed him in through the entrance, Clea following behind last.
Security had their eyes on them as they entered but it was divided, as they knew it would be, between the guests arriving for the preview and the workers still arranging pieces.
Clea followed behind them until they came to a small room. Before the man began to speak again.
"If you please, when we received word that you have this rare painting, we hardly could contain ourselves. Would it be alright if we have a small taste before we continue with the tour?"
"Mmm... tasty. I need to see this... what, is it love? It's a painting... book... object d'art! Could I get another mimosa?" He tapped his glass and waved dismissively at his wife. "it matches the sofa in the beach home. Pay him so we can get a proper meal in this wasteland."
She patted his hand and gave Perkins a small "what can you do" smile. "We'll be home in no time, darling, though I'm certain Mr. Perkins can provide more refreshments. Now, where is the piece we had sent over to you all..." Wanda scanned the room with a frown, trying to locate the donation they'd sent over, a lovely piece Artie had spent the evening working on. She finally found it after making note of the location of the cameras and the likely locations of the stationary guards. The ones they could see.
"Ah, there it is! Now, Mr. Perkins, I know you were quite excited by our little piece here..." She headed towards it, husband in tow.
Clea looked around and say the signs that pointed to the restroom, "I'll return momentarily." Pointing to the restrooms and then bowed out before anyone could say anything, disappearing around the corner a few seconds later.
Kevin looked bored and placed his empty glass on a stand holding a rather expensively looking book. As an employee scrambled forward to collect it, he deftly swiped the man's keycard, slipping it away for later. Just in case it was useful. "So, what am I looking at here, dearest?"
Smiling at Perkins, she accepted another drink and handed Kevin a second one. Clea's departure wasn't even noted by half the people surrounding them and the other other simply watched her head towards where the bathrooms were. "Well, now that our drinks have been freshened up, our new friend here and I can gush over the lovely pieces and tell you exactly how we'll be spending our money come the auction, darling." Wanda moved forward, drawing them all after her in her wake, further into the room and further away from Clea.
Excusing herself for the bathroom, Clea is guided by Doug to the server room.
They had told her the direction of the restroom without a second glance. Eyes glancing around before entering what appeared to be an office room. Her right hand came to her ear, "Cypher?"
"Right here, Back Street Girl." Doug had decided to put his own spin on the terrible Beatles-themed codenames that Remy had stuck Amanda with once upon a time. After all, imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, not plagiarism. So naturally he'd gone with the Rolling Stones instead. After all, if he was going to be 'in the rear with the gear', he'd have to have his fun somehow. "You're good - cameras are sweeping away, you're welcome."
"I had no doubts." She replied, moving across the room. "I think this is it." She checked the door only to find it lock. Simple opening spell will get it open and a few magical hand movements and the door open. "Server room."
Doug shook his head. "Okay, Knock is a second-level spell, so I'm marking another slot off on your character sheet." He consulted a schematic. "Okay, you're looking for a thick bundle of probably either blue or yellow cables near the far wall."
A smirk crossed Clea's lips at the nerd joke before looking for the cables near the far wall. After a few seconds of silence. "I see them." Quickly walking over to the bundles. "What is next?"
"Take out those clamps I gave you." Doug paused a second to bring up the wiring diagram for the room. "Put them on every third one in the bundle, that should do us."
Clea reached up and took out the clamps that was hiding in her bun and started to put them exactly where Doug had told her. A few more moments of silence before, "Done."
Doug made a vague noise of concentration as he waited for the feeds to come up. "Testing, testing..." The screens flickered to life, and he snapped his fingers. "And we're green. Get it in gear, clock's ticking," he told Clea.
"Right. Heading back." And with a little help from magic, Clea was able to sneak back to where she was actually supposed to be and back with Wanda and Kevin.
Clea held the large briefcase in her hand as she trailed behind Wanda and Kevin as they exited the fancy car and up to the auction house. Her job was simple it was up to the two in front of her to sale it. Inside was the counterfeit small painting and honestly Clea would be fooled and she knew it was a fake. As they got closer to the front door Clea walked ahead quickly to open the door for the both of them.
Wanda slipped her arm through Kevin's as they walked towards the entrance to the auction house, her posture relaxed but in reality, she was scanning the few in attendance. Anyone she might have worked with in the past would be there the day of the auction, not the preview they were being afforded, so between that and a few changes to her appearance, she felt confident that none of the regulars in the circuit would be there and no one else would be able to pick her out.
On the other hand, Kevin looked like a Eurotrash silver fox; gaudy, clunky rings, a perfectly tailored pearl coloured suit, and gold framed sunglasses. Men like him were both the bane and the lifeblood of the art world. They had no taste for art that wasn't directly tied to the price and reliably overpaid at auctions for inferior pieces. He'd draw all the attention and considerable loathing from the other guests, which would free Wanda up to case the piece and the room without suspicion.
A well dressed man stepped forward from the entrance, his face neutral at the site of Kevin (though the assistant behind him had less of a poker face). "Mr. Robbins, Mrs. Robbins, we're delighted that you're so interested in our collection. My names is James Perkins and I'll be escorting you in case you have any questions."
Wanda smiled and held out a limp hand for him to shake. "Mr. Perkins, we appreciate the early peek! I've been positively giddy since the announcement went out and, well, simply wouldn't stop talking about this until we arranged a meeting." She followed him in through the entrance, Clea following behind last.
Security had their eyes on them as they entered but it was divided, as they knew it would be, between the guests arriving for the preview and the workers still arranging pieces.
Clea followed behind them until they came to a small room. Before the man began to speak again.
"If you please, when we received word that you have this rare painting, we hardly could contain ourselves. Would it be alright if we have a small taste before we continue with the tour?"
"Mmm... tasty. I need to see this... what, is it love? It's a painting... book... object d'art! Could I get another mimosa?" He tapped his glass and waved dismissively at his wife. "it matches the sofa in the beach home. Pay him so we can get a proper meal in this wasteland."
She patted his hand and gave Perkins a small "what can you do" smile. "We'll be home in no time, darling, though I'm certain Mr. Perkins can provide more refreshments. Now, where is the piece we had sent over to you all..." Wanda scanned the room with a frown, trying to locate the donation they'd sent over, a lovely piece Artie had spent the evening working on. She finally found it after making note of the location of the cameras and the likely locations of the stationary guards. The ones they could see.
"Ah, there it is! Now, Mr. Perkins, I know you were quite excited by our little piece here..." She headed towards it, husband in tow.
Clea looked around and say the signs that pointed to the restroom, "I'll return momentarily." Pointing to the restrooms and then bowed out before anyone could say anything, disappearing around the corner a few seconds later.
Kevin looked bored and placed his empty glass on a stand holding a rather expensively looking book. As an employee scrambled forward to collect it, he deftly swiped the man's keycard, slipping it away for later. Just in case it was useful. "So, what am I looking at here, dearest?"
Smiling at Perkins, she accepted another drink and handed Kevin a second one. Clea's departure wasn't even noted by half the people surrounding them and the other other simply watched her head towards where the bathrooms were. "Well, now that our drinks have been freshened up, our new friend here and I can gush over the lovely pieces and tell you exactly how we'll be spending our money come the auction, darling." Wanda moved forward, drawing them all after her in her wake, further into the room and further away from Clea.
Excusing herself for the bathroom, Clea is guided by Doug to the server room.
They had told her the direction of the restroom without a second glance. Eyes glancing around before entering what appeared to be an office room. Her right hand came to her ear, "Cypher?"
"Right here, Back Street Girl." Doug had decided to put his own spin on the terrible Beatles-themed codenames that Remy had stuck Amanda with once upon a time. After all, imitation was the sincerest form of flattery, not plagiarism. So naturally he'd gone with the Rolling Stones instead. After all, if he was going to be 'in the rear with the gear', he'd have to have his fun somehow. "You're good - cameras are sweeping away, you're welcome."
"I had no doubts." She replied, moving across the room. "I think this is it." She checked the door only to find it lock. Simple opening spell will get it open and a few magical hand movements and the door open. "Server room."
Doug shook his head. "Okay, Knock is a second-level spell, so I'm marking another slot off on your character sheet." He consulted a schematic. "Okay, you're looking for a thick bundle of probably either blue or yellow cables near the far wall."
A smirk crossed Clea's lips at the nerd joke before looking for the cables near the far wall. After a few seconds of silence. "I see them." Quickly walking over to the bundles. "What is next?"
"Take out those clamps I gave you." Doug paused a second to bring up the wiring diagram for the room. "Put them on every third one in the bundle, that should do us."
Clea reached up and took out the clamps that was hiding in her bun and started to put them exactly where Doug had told her. A few more moments of silence before, "Done."
Doug made a vague noise of concentration as he waited for the feeds to come up. "Testing, testing..." The screens flickered to life, and he snapped his fingers. "And we're green. Get it in gear, clock's ticking," he told Clea.
"Right. Heading back." And with a little help from magic, Clea was able to sneak back to where she was actually supposed to be and back with Wanda and Kevin.
