"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]

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.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Zetta may have taken a little bit more interest in that process than simple observation would account for.

[thewunderkind]

"What? Going to the bathroom with my coat would be suspicious, and they'd fall out of my hair."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Just trying to get a look at the goods."

Zetta had no shame. This should not be a surprise to anyone.

[thewunderkind]

Lash grinned.

...Then she took out another of the bombs from her backpack and held it close to his bookly face. Still grinning.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"No, Lash, your breasts."

[thewunderkind]

She still didn't stop grinning. "Yeah, I figured." The fact she had was probably either because she was getting used to hanging out with him, or she was starting to learn a little quickly was probably scary in itself. Lash spun the bomb around with a finger and threw it into the backpack again.

"You've got five minutes before there's a major pipe malfunction in the main kitchen warehouse."

And with that, she was gone.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Good, it'll make Step Five in Operation 'date hang out with Lash in decidedly non-platonic ways' all the easier.

Zetta waited a minute at most before Inviting his leader minion. She scooped him up, then hustled off down the hallways towards the nearest elevator.

[thewunderkind]

Meanwhile, a certain wunderkind had gone to the bathroom nearest to the kitchen. With the door closed and no cameras in the bathroom (hey, you never know), she promptly emptied out the goods and dumped then unceremoniously into the toilet before flushing twice.

The task done, she walked over and ordered a soda. You know, just to make sure she didn't look to conspicuous using a bathroom when she had one in her room.

A loud bang a minute afterwards told her all she needed to know. The waiter handed her her drink and then told her to come back later. She walked away, the orange soda in hand.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

Around a corner, the book lurked patiently, cheerfully cheating with its battlefield perspective to watch the kitchen. Waiting patiently, judging for just the right moment....

Now. Everyone was out. A warehouse crashed down into the center of the kitchen, its size not quite proportionate to what it ought to be. From it, eight different jumped out. They began ransacking the place, hurling supplies back into the warehouse quickly and efficiently.

[thewunderkind]

Meanwhile, a wunderkind was busy drinking a (admittedly very delicious) soft drink listening in as the kitchen staff was scrambling to get the mopers and emo kidsmoppers and responsible people involved on the line.

Funny how most of the lines were sounding scrambled right now and their main contact system was offline. It certainly had nothing to do with Lash having played around when no one was looking.

By the time anyone would find out what had really happened, it would take at least a week or two to trace it back to their staying guests. It's not like they'd still be stuck here. Hopefully.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

It took maybe three minutes, tops, before the kitchen was emptied of food, drink, small appliances, and possibly a walk-in refrigerator. Nearly bursting at the seams, the warehouse vanished, along with the Overlord's minions. Out in the hall, the leader picked the book up once again, and the two high-tailed it back to Zetta's room in a fit of snickering and giggling.

[thewunderkind]

"How did it go?" Lash was sipping the last parts of the soda with her straw pretty loudly.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Cleaned the place out. I' m not gonna dump it off here, but we pretty much took everything that wasn't nailed down."

The fridge, by the way, had not been nailed down.

"Oh, uh, if a fire breaks out, the extinguishers I stole aren't rated for combustible metals, so try not to throw any magnesium around."

[thewunderkind]

"Did you turn off the gas at least?" she asked, putting the glass down on the side table. "Wouldn't want this entire place to blow up...well not unless we did it on purpose, tee hee hee!"