"Listening to others, considering well what they say" (Part 3: Maingate Hotel)

[cityship]

The Maingate Hotel was pretty extravagant, and an entire section of it had been eked out for the crew's use during their stay. They had several suites, three communal areas, a conference room, their own kitchen with a chef on call if they required her.

They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.

Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?

[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]

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[badassfreakingoverlord]

Don't actually do that to him, please, Lash.

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! Excellent! Operation Steal Everything is go then!"

[thewunderkind]

She wouldn't. Probably. She took the nearby speaker phone and pressed the little red button for maid service.

"Hey! Yeah! Hello. Um listen...we're gonna need some mini-fridge restocking in our room." There was silence as she listened. "Yeah, I know there was a lot, but demonic books have a healthy apatite you see. Can we have more? You can bill the councilmen and everything, we are their guests you know. From outer space?" Pause. "Oh. Oh you didn't know that. Well see, I'm glad we're coming to an understanding. In fact, how about if you bring double the normal amount? I'm sure they wouldn't mind." She was a genius!

"Tee hee hee! Great." She slammed the phone down triumphantly. "They'll be here in a few minutes. Should we hide or just pretend to be busy?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Great! I'll look all pissed-off and stuff, while you hide, then stalk them back to the storage area!"

Somehow he had missed the opportunity to make a naughty comment about being busy.

"...wait, they seriously didn't know who we are?"

[thewunderkind]

Zetta how could you have missed that.

"...well I'm guessing all the higher ups know but the lower it goes down the chain and all that. The person sounded snooty too until he realized what room we were in." Money talks. So do connections.

She was already busy hiding inside the large cupboard...which come to think of it, if she was found out, would probably result in a lot more questions than answers. Oh well.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Lash is being a bad influence, and by bad we mean not carnally perverse.

The book obligingly took up his position on the table, swelling himself up with self-important, arrogance, and ego. In other words, looking exactly as he normally did.

Icons for every occasion

[thewunderkind]

Lash kept quiet, watching as a pair of feet entered the room a few minutes later. This really was a rich hotel, considering how fast they had arrived after her call.

She bit her mouth because she had a feeling she would just burst into giggles after what was sure to come next.

She should be in a box.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Zetta just puffed himself up and began complaining about how quickly they'd run out of food and supplies. It was surprisingly easy and convincing. As if Zetta had somehow had some experience with complaining and being irritated in the past.

Somehow he managed NOT to burst into maniacal laughter of his own.

There is one of her in a box but she had cat ears

[thewunderkind]

Wow, it was like Zetta had experience with complaining and being irritated in the past. Were they moving a second mini fridge in there? Lash had to hold her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing, but while they talked with the book, she quietly opened the door and slipped a small tracker into the dolly covered by expensive sheets.

She gave the book a tiny thumbs up before hiding again completely.

You know, why was she hiding exactly? It's not like they would have questioned other people being in there.

Oh well this was waaaay cooler. Kind of. This place was stuffy.

Soooo?

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Excellent! Mission accomplished! Zetta watched the dolly and the somewhat more disgruntled worker leave. When the door shut, he cleared his throat.

"...You carry tracking devices on you as a matter of habit?" Struck by a sudden suspicion, the book attempted to twits in order to see its own back cover.

In the rain. Crying.

[thewunderkind]

"Nah. I'm testing this one out," she explained, looking at a tiny screen. "They have very short range. I brought them along with my stuff for the trip." She pointed to her overly large backpack. With a grin, she flipped it on, as the dot was getting a bit weaker from the signal.

"You never know when you have to track someone during a diplomatic mission."

Awwwww. /gives Lash hugs forever

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Over a very short range."

The book attempted vigorously to scoot over on the table enough to see the screen. It immediately fell on its spine, then flopped open.

"Damn it!" The book snapped shut again and began to wobble upright. "Can we freaking have another de-aging disaster or something?!"

Maybe I should icon it one day. For all the times Lash is a cat left out in the rain

[thewunderkind]

She bit her lip to stop herself room laughing again.

"Aww it's not so bad." Pause and said really quickly. "I mean I don't mind you either way and we still have the sensoriums right?" Cough, cough cough. "Anyway, I really should make you a hovering platform. Have all the mana power you want, but nothing bets science! ...And those two hovering g-diffusers I still have."

She watched the dot move somewhere else and began to trace of it mentally using the map on the back of their expensive looking door.

"Right now here's..." she pointed to another of the rooms. "Right here. Phew! Good thing I didn't just sneak on there, that would be been weird to explain, tee hee hee!" It began to move again. "He should be pretty empty by now."

/saddest thing ever sniff sniff

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Oh yeah, hovering." The book lifted a few inches off the table under its own mana power. Why did he keep forgetting about that?

Oh well. Mollified by her words, believe it or not, the book drifted over to peer at the map as well. "Good. He'll be heading back to the storage room then! We'll find out where their stash is and plunder it!"

[thewunderkind]

That was a good question. Why did he forget about that?

"Yeap," she said with a grin and a nod. "They'll never know what hit them, tee hee hee. We just have to make sure no one else finds out until we get home."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Because his life is intended to be miserable for the enjoyment of others.

"Great!" he said. He was probably watching the path of that beeping dot closely, but without pupils, who the hell could say? "Soon the ship will know not to laugh at US any more!"

[thewunderkind]

Oh Zetta never change.

"I can't wait to see their faces when we bring that much food back." Dude this was such an ingenious idea, she was practically bouncing at it. Speaking of bouncing.

"Oh! It stopped!" She pointed to another part of the map. "Right here."

The restaurant area.

"The kitchen! Well that makes sense, I guess." She'd never admit she hadn't thought of it.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Wait, these things actually have to be prepared or something? I figured they just came in giant crates or something."

Oh well. He thought a moment. "Got any distractions in your toolkit? I think I've got a plan."

[thewunderkind]

"Well they probably need to add water in them. Not to mention they maybe cook other things in there. Or want to look fancy." Her eyes lit up and she was already rummaging in her backpack.

"How much distraction do you need?"

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"It'd help to have everyone out of the kitchen for a minute or so," he said, with a calculating, evil look in his eye.

[thewunderkind]

"Lemme see what I got in there that could easily start a fire kitchen..." so nearly anything in there, "but be small enough so that we wouldn't get noticed by the cameras..." so a considerable less amount of things that went on fire.

She settled for a round of firecrackers and a small smoke bomb.

"We can flush these in the bathroom nearest to the kitchen and make the pipes explode. I'd settle for setting off the fire alarms, but let's face it, Dick would be expecting something." And blaming her first, no doubt. "That way they can move the people in the kitchen while they repair the pipes, but not throw the entire hotel out."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Or him. Everyone seemed to expect he was gonna ruin the mission any second now. The fact they were inches from doing so had NOTHING TO DO with how unfair that sentiment was.

"Good. Just give me enough time to Invite a warehouse in there and fill it up. Then we're in the clear and the heroes of the mission!"

[thewunderkind]

"That sounds like an awesome plan-"

[thewunderkind]

"-wait, like, an entire warehouse? For real?"

How was he going to fit that in the kitchen.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Yeah?"

Zetta didn't see the problem here.

[thewunderkind]

"...I just hope this is a really, really big kitchen."

Sorry Zetta. Lash's mind still worked on logic for most of the time. Pulling and entire warehouse out of nowhere was really, really weird for her.

She moved two of the small portable waterproof bombs and hid them in her bra actually yes, in her bra. Had to look like she had nothing on her person, after all.