(The Heist) The Gallery

[Cayce]

The Gutenberg Gallery. A fixture of the Sacramento Arts and Entertainment circles, a rarity even in the capitol of Sacramento. The building the gallery sits in is well over a hundred years old, though it has long since been renovated since it first began existence as a sturdy brick warehouse. The back half of the building still very much resembles those beginnings, with high, barred windows sitting more than two stories off the ground, and large expanses of hard brick walls sharing alleyways with other businesses. The front of the building, however, is quite different than what it was as a warehouse. Huge glass windows replaced what was once the loading bay doors of the warehouse, and grand curtains artfully frame the view inside, all of which sits under a massive metal sign that proclaims the name of the gallery.

Thankfully for the the Sacramento heist crew, the gallery was open that day, a jaunty sign upon the front door proclaiming free refreshments for any who stepped inside. Certainly, a most generous offer for any business. The Gallery, it seemed, must have been doing very well. Or expected to, at the least.

Despite that, the neighborhood around the Gallery seemed much the same as the rest of Southern Sacramento: subdued with the coming of winter and the drastic changes of the times. A bakery down the block had already closed up for the day, and though there was a decent amount of traffic prowling down the streets in the area, only a few pedestrians meandered their way across the sidewalk. Though, perhaps that was just due to the weather, as a persistent mist began to fall from the sky.

[Star]

Blonde spikes.

That's how he was rolling. With a V-neck tee emblazoned with a Union Jack, rolled skinny jeans (with his underwear just showing) and a leather jacket. He'd toyed with Art Connoisseur but eventually settled on... whatever this was.

The bike would have been the icing on the cake.

Would have, but wasn't going to be. His Spider-Sense tingled, telling him that riding around on his bike with the unicorn ( Tuesday ) wasn't a Good Idea. Job or no, all things considered. So it was the white panel van they found themselves in, pulling slowly into an adjacent parking lot as he looked around for any sight of Strix and Faye .

The Ray-Ban Wayfarers would just have to do.

[Tuesday]

The only wig she could get on this short notice was the one she'd worn for Halloween. Light pastel blue. Cut short and styled to match a video game character. Whatever. She can totally work with it. White tank top under a sheer black blouse, the fabric, lose and draping, her waist defined with a wide cinching belt. Skinny jeans, and stupidly-impractical-if-i-fall-off-these-i'll-break-my-neck-heels, completed the not-a-unicorn look.

"Gum?" the not-a-unicorn offered, as she popped a piece into her own mouth, and started chewing. Excitement thrumming through her. Cabal Heist Hype~!

Not that they were stealing a cabal. Or anything. Right now. Recon first. But. You know.

Hazels peer out the van's windows, wondering just where Strix and Faye were. Or if everyone was running a bit late. Since. Disguises.

[Aurora]

Once the hair dye was bought, only a level one, cause she did not want to use a level three permanent. That would just damage her hair beyond repair! She headed back to the Sanctum to throw on the dye and find something to wear. She didn’t really own frumpy or touristy type clothes, so she tried to work with what she had.

She settled on an old pair of boyfriend style, loose jeans, which were paired with a gray loose fitting t-shirt and sandals. The real change? The dark hair! While it made her bright blue eyes pop, it was a big change. She didn’t like it, but they were trying to blend in and not get recognized. Especially her, so she added an oversized pair of sunglasses to hide the blue eyes.

The GTO was parked a couple blocks away, and she looks over to Strix, "Well, we ready?" she asks with a grin.

She then gets out of the car and heads to the agreed upon meeting point. Coffee and brochure in hand, smile on her face, they stops in front of the Gallery, opening the brochure, pointing at something before looking around.

[Strix]

Strix had gone and shaved off his beard. Life no longer held any meaning.

He was just being melodramatic — and only to himself in private. The reason was more because of his Sleeper habit of being clean shaven every day with beard only being grown when any mission didn't particularly go and allow to keep it up. It was another thing that his parents hadn't particularly gone and approved of.

Looking like a 'hobo', as they called it — it had pleased him greatly.

Fortunately, it would grow back in a few days so he would just have to survive until then. There wasn't really much in way of styling he could do beyond that.

"Yeah, I'm good to go," he nodded, getting out of the car after Faye. He was dressed casual as well, a pair of blue jeans with a white shirt that had 'Sacramento' written on it with the 'o' having been replaced with a heart. Heavens only knew where he got that thing from, he certainly couldn't remember and his look when he fished it out from his closet had been even parts confusion and disgust. Over the shirt he wore a red flannel button up and red baseball cap, his wristwatch on arm as usual.

He had his smartphone in hand, because tourists of today did photos with their phones. At least Strix would, if he was a tourist. No fanny bag, but his messenger bag in which he did have a city plan and bottles of water.

He hadn't cast any spells yet, planning to do so in a moment. For now, he was just looking around when they came close to the gallery, randomly taking pictures of things he supposed would interest some people. The misty weather didn't really matter to him all that much, though he did also take a picture of whatever it was Faye pointed.

Now they could begin.

[Star]

"Brick, bars on the windows, and it looooks like they replaced loading bay doors? It's old. That's a lot of glass."

He looked at adjacent buildings. Roof access, yo.

"Okay, you ready? Like, totally ready? I've got a Sharpie in my backpack in case, you know." He grinned, teasing her about the drawn-on boobs. Yeah, he'd noticed. "Okay, let's do this. Get eyes on this... radio."

He studied the ticket again, committing it's words onto a Joker in the House. Then pocketed it and slipped out of the van.

Skinny Jean Brigade on the prowl.

"Lance. Yessssss, I feel like a Lance today. Lance Vandergriff. Girrrrl, you've got more lift on those heels than a Victoria's Secret bra."

Words softened into a light lilt just shy of a lisp as Jack settled into Lance and opened the door to the gallery. Free food? Lord, no. Not unless it was vegan and Certified Naturally Grown.

[Cayce]

The door to the gallery was a typical glass affair, with the name of the gallery inscribed in golden letters across the top, and it swung smoothly inwards into the vestibule of the gallery. Rich curtains swathed the walls, and another door stood open at the end of the small entryway, beckoning the Magi further into the gallery. It was a large, open space, with hard wood floors and lofty ceilings, the displays artfully arranged so that the eye wandered organically, rather than feel the press of clutter.

Directly in front of the Magi, though, were two women chatting by the reception desk. The desk itself was a large half circle made of a dark wood, with tasteful floral arrangements and a wooden computer monitor served as its only decorations, and the two women looked almost as if they could have been sisters. Almost, except for the fact that the hue of the taller woman's hair had probably come from a bottle, and the other's was a natural, pale red.

Both women broke off their conversation when the Magi walked in, soft words of French fading away as the taller woman turned a welcoming smile upon the Newcomers.

"Hello," she said warmly, "welcome to the Gutenberg Gallery. Would you care for a refreshment? We have fresh coffee and tea just over there." A be-ringed hand gestured with practiced ease towards an elegant brass cart that sat against the far wall.

The other woman just picked up the small cup that had been sitting by her elbow and idly sipped at it as she looked the magi over.

  Bookkeeping

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-11-30 19:33:05		[03] Someone rolls 8 to do something insignificant (10 Again)		4, 5, 6, 10, 2, 3, 8, 9, 2		3 successes
2016-11-30 19:33:05		[02] Someone rolls 8 to do something insignificant (10 Again)		6, 7, 1, 8, 7, 9, 10, 3, 5		3 successes
2016-11-30 19:33:05		[01] Someone rolls 8 to do something insignificant (10 Again)		2, 5, 2, 8, 10, 6, 8, 3, 7		3 successes

Y'all can give me wits+occult - 8

[Tuesday]

She nods, hazels darts to the points where Star pointed out.

Gasp! Star had looked at the boobage she gave herself!

"It wasn't a sharpie." a smirk, "It was some liquid liner." which she pulls out from somewhere. Waves it about, then meticulously adds some more to her eyes. She blinks. Like a lot. Makeup's weird. And it makes her feel funny. Her eyes get all wide and she worries about touching her face, and not touching her face, since she didn't want to smudge anything. No wonder she usually forgoes makeup.

After making sure she wasn't blinking a lot-alot and that it was more of a reasonable amount. She gave herself a once over, checking for smudges or streaks. Finding none, she notes that her eyes were still wide, but they'd stay like that until she stopped caring about the liner, and nods. "Ready."

Hoppin' out of the van and making their way to all that glass, give her time to get used to the heels. Since, Unicorns were normally shod in sneakers.

"Lance, some don't have any natural advantages. And a women has to work with what she has." a credit card and killer heels. "And I'm Ryan." blowing out a bubble, and popping it loudly, "Ryan Ashalle." Her natural rasp was drawn out, as if she were bored, but it gave an uncomfortable cracking to her voice.

Stepping through the portal of glass and into the richly adorned venue, and just knew that they'd have to step up their threads next time.

"Hi." She draws out, and tries for a charming smile, and a finger wave.

Lance was more of a people person. He just sorta got people. You know?

But still..."Do you have any mountain spring water?"

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-12-01 00:21:51		Tuesday rolls 1 to Heist -To Know Stuff ( Wits2 + Occult1 -8) (10 Again, Chance)		4		failure

[Aurora]

She keeps the brochure open as she looks around. Blue eyes look towards the traffic lights, trying to remember and take a count of how long the lights changed. It was what she was supposed to do right? Wasn't very exciting, but, meh, whatever. Star's logic made sense to her.

A finger points at something random on the paper, her voice soft as she leans closer to Strix, "Noticing anything off or anything? Been trying to pay attention to the lights and all that. Wish we had brought an umbrella."

[Star]

Too late.

As Tuesday Ryan passed by and in, he remembered. Remembered that, in her own way, she was nearly noticeable as Faye. Fooey. Ammunition, yo. Some people, like army people maybe, thought like that. But with bullets. An Illusionist? The senses. Attention spans. And he'd just wasted a bullet with that throaty voice.

"Hiiiiii!" Lance crooned. Wide greenish eyes looked around before settling on the two women. "Oh my god."

He moved forward, up in their personal space, to slide an arm past and run a finger over the monitor.

"I loooove this. It's so organic. What an amazing idea, fusing technology with nature! I love it. Almost as much as that hair. My my, is it natural? Look at those eyebrows."