[SORT OF OPEN] Rescue log!

[drama8om8]

Who: The Alan and Octavia Rescue Team
When: Tonight
Where: Locke City Police Station
What: Rescuing idiots. Running distractions. OOCly weeping at how ridiculously big this got.


OKAY SO. This got a hell of a lot bigger than I anticipated when I asked for a few rescue volunteers on Plurk. Twenty people piling into Mac's terrible car isn't just overkill, it's impossible. So this will take a little restructuring!

The main rescue team - (Karson?) Mac, Chris, Shiro, Danny, Walter and Roxy - will be the ones actually getting Alan and Octavia out. Everyone else is free to:

Join a distraction team

Form a backup offensive team - please be aware that the mods have said that "if it gets loud, the rescuers will encounter a handful of armed police officers. And a handful of unarmed ones." I'm not anticipating there will be much fighting, if any at all.

Back out altogether because I hecked up oh god oh man note to self: never organise anything ever again.

There were several ideas for distractions discussed in the IC distress call post - fax/printer spamming, joyriding past the police station to try and draw away a few cops, instigating bar fights and such in the city and calling in the police over that, creating light shows with freakish past-life powers, etc. There'll be a thread below for potentially playing these out, or they can be handwaved if people would prefer.

BASICALLY I don't want anyone to feel unwelcome or anything just because I got overwhelmed! I hope everyone is okay with this attempt at de-clusterfucking the situation.

Now hang on while I set up some halfassed subthreads hrughhuhghgr OKAY DONE

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PREPARATION/DISTRACTIONS

[drama8om8]

[ Causing havoc around the city? Sitting at home making prank calls? Being street tough mavericks with nothing to lose? THREAD THAT SHIT HERE. ]

[stagnantair]

[As per a conversation with Mac, Gavin has offered his apartment about three blocks away from the LCPD as a refuge and planning area. He's been going over maps and routes with others as well as helping to plan because, well, something about being a strategist is just something that feels natural. Also, Octavia and Alan are kids and wow he's not letting this happen.]

[So if you're on the Network and you've been involved in all of this chances are he's given you his address and will be opening his door to anyone with a password (it's a stupid Thundercats reference, I'm so sorry,) and keeping an eye out for any suspicious police activity going on outside his window. He lives in a corner apartment on the third floor, so it's a pretty good view. He also has food, that's always a plus.]

[hawaiianheir]

[Never fear, for Mac is here to answer all the burning questions. Questions like "is it possible for 20 year olds to get stress-induced grey hairs?"

Unlike Gavin, Mac is nowhere near at home drafting up huge plans and coordinating people, and one look at him would suggest that he is about to either A) Pass the fuck out, B) throw up, or C) Both at the same time.

He has maps, and little patches with names to move people around. And oh god he seems to be re-enacting scenarios every couple of minutes, trying to figure out the best scenario.

Needless to say, he looks far more worried about this than he let on. WHOOPS.]

[stagnantair]

[Luckily for Mac, Gavin is cool in a crisis and is keeping his voice calm and working with him as best he can.]

You should try to drink some water, or sip at a soda or something.

It won't do them any good if you have a panic attack.

[somesayinfire]

[Brooke only knows a handful of people here, but it's for the greater good, or at least a pretty good good, so she has no problem making herself at home. third floor or not, she's staying away from the windows just in case. she's not been contributing much to the planning, but she's been listening intently to make sure she has everything down. and in contrast to some others, she seems entirely unflapped.]

Okay. We can do this.

[she's mostly talking to herself. this is her BFF and her BFF's boyfriend that the're talking about. if she were ever going to feel responsible for Tavia, now would be the time. she talks directly to Gavin now, whom she hadn't spoken a word to before tonight.]

I didn't think there would be such skilled tacticians around here.

[stagnantair]

[The window is being monitored-- Gavin's been playing vidya and being online for too long not to have a couple cameras at his disposal. His laptop is nearby on a desk recording what goes on down on the street from the cameras hidden up in his shoddy curtains. For doing this all on the fly, Gavin seems Very Prepared.]

[Looking up from writing on the map in front of him, he gives Brooke a nod. He'd smile, but this situation calls for serious times. Afterward, they can all have a beer.]

I wouldn't say I'm brilliant at it, but it's something I'm good at. I'm not going to let a bunch of people get hurt when I can do this sort of thing to help.

HACKING! INFILTRATE THEIR FIREFOXES

[reapsthewind]

Chris is sitting on a roof working off a random neighbor's Wifi connection, and also using a proxy server in Bangladesh and having her IP address constantly cycle.

For something this dead simple it's probably not necessary, but these days, you can't be too cautious.

She figures out the police dept.'s network, and starts snooping for printers. It isn't hard. A lot of the nicer ones—the ones in the detective's offices and the like—are secured, but pretty much all the public printers and old fax machines out in the main part of the building, the ones that the normal cops and grunt staff use, aren't.

So: first task? Set every last one of those printers to print 200 each copies of everything that's left in their temporary memory. Which, given how little the people in the department seem to actually know about securing their printers, is probably the last five days worth of documents.

God damn it was cold. She was glad that her new robot limbs didn't react as much to that.

Okay, next task... get all their own fax machines to start calling all of the telephones in the building. No time to bother with cell phone hacking, she hadn't found a database of police phone numbers. Of course, the calls were ACTUALLY coming from those fax machines, and also would thus just be a bunch of beeps... but also wouldn't stop until someone turned off the machines.

All that done, she closed up the laptop. Time to move on...

[von_uberwolf]

Angela came down from the canteen with a cup of coffee. Two robberies last night and an attempted mugging wherein an old lady had beaten the mugger into submission with her cane, and that was just on her plate. With everything going on, the whole station was exhausted and on edge.

She looked into the main work room and found the place in chaos. Phones were ringing, faxes were spitting out blank paper, piles of paperwork that had already been done were popping out of printers, and no one could figure out why.

"...What the fuck?"

Today was going to be a long day.

[hollowleg]

Shiro laughs a little, though it's muffled thanks to the metric fuckton of stuff he has covering his face. He pulls down his scarf away from his mouth just a bit.

"Well done, baby. That should have them scratching their heads for at least a few minutes." He deposits a quick kiss on her cheek.

"Now it's my turn."

And with that, he picks up his bag of cans and bottles in his arms and heads off.

DISTRACTOMATIC

[hollowleg]

Shiro is ready to go. While this whole idea is dumb and stupid and dangerous and, in the end, pointless, he can't help the flutter of excitement in his chest about it. He was scared, of course. This was the rubicon for them. Launching a full prank war on the police station while others broke in wasn't small peanuts. But he was also exhilarated.

He's also prepared. Prepared as fuck. He'd scrounged some old dark clothes that he could destroy later out of his closet and drawers, and he's dressed from head to toe in black clothes; beanie, sunglasses, scarf, long sleeve shirt, gloves, long pants, and old sneakers. He allowed himself to feel like a ninja. Just this once.

He'd also collected a bag full of glass bottles and aluminum cans, while wearing his gloves. No fingerprints on these. Shiro has to laugh to himself a little as he jumps from rooftop to rooftop with all the ease of a kid jumping over cracks in the sidewalk. Then he starts his assault on the poor, innocent people below. He throws down his glass bottles at passers-by, carefully aimed so that they only nearly hit them. But that's more than enough for them to scream at the surprise and look around, only to be hit harmlessly from behind by an empty aluminum can. Shiro is careful. He stays high, stays hidden. And it seems to be working. He even tosses a few cans at the police station window.

God, this is fun.

Re: DISTRACTOMATIC

[comparative_insanity]

Someone else is doing the whole rooftop thing, albeit with a lot more trepidation. Just knowing that you're strong and fast enough to do something like this, and that you heal fast enough that falling probably won't be an issue, doesn't mean that it's not kind of scary as fuck. And while his sense of pain also seems somewhat muted, he's pretty sure that hitting the ground from up here is going to hurt like a bitch.

He's got himself dressed up in as muted colors as he could find - which meant that the cardigan he's in is somewhat too big, since it's not his. Skin-tight is all very well, but he's pretty sure that anyone trying to grab him would have their work cut out. At least you couldn't fit a gnat's whisker between him and the dark grey pants - too bad they sparkle a bit, but you can't have it all. His hair is simply sprayed black with temporary color.

He tenses a bit when he sees another figure on the other side of the street, but since this one is dressed a lot like him and hassling civilians, he can only assume that it means that he's on the same errand. Taking aim carefully, me manages to fling himself over the void, cutting down a street light with his nails. It lands with an almighty crash and causes a milder multiple-vehicle collision, while Fay lands at least somewhat gracefully next to Shiro. "Hi. You know, I probably shouldn't be having a lot of fun doing this. Pretty sure that ain't the purpose of the excersice."

[hollowleg]

Shiro had to practice a whole lot to get over the fear of falling. He had to teach himself he'd always have something to catch him, as long as there were those weird ghost particles around. And there always were. He's still not as comfortable way up here than he is on the ground, but at least he can do it.

Shiro blinks, startling a bit at the crash of the streetlight. But then there's another person on the roof next to him. Someone who's voice he recognizes.

"Well, well, well," Shiro says quietly, "Look what the cat dragged in. That was a nice trick. A little car accident should have the pigs out here pretty fast."

INFILTRATION (Closed to Danny, Roxy and Walter for now!)

[drama8om8]

[ Team Intangible shouldn't meet with much resistance, since they're. Slightly invisible. They'll find that the police station doesn't seem as heavily guarded as some may have anticipated - it seems like business as usual. Now that they're in, they just have to find Alan and Tavia and get the hell out!

(Note: they're not in the regular holding cells. Just off that area is a hallway leading to another block of cells behind a locked door - they're being held there, separately. The team will be able to tell when they're getting close, as Tavia will be singing this at the top of her lungs.

It's awful and tuneless and will probably make them want to turn back but pls don't) ]

[gogoghostpowers]

[Despite being decked out in nondescript black clothes and a ski mask, Danny still does not feel prepared for this. He's pretty terrified right now about all the ways this could go wrong (they are IN THE POLICE STATION, oh my god, this is enemy turf!) but he felt he had to do something. Just leaving Alan and Octavia there wasn't an option. So, he sucks it up and tries to not let the shake in his knees and his voice show. Now is not the time.

He looks around the police station, where they are currently standing by what looks like some offices. He sees a block of holding cells to the left, and even though he can't see Alan and Octavia in there, he guesses that's where they must be. He turns to Roxy and Walter--or where he thinks they are, at least, it is kind of hard to see people who are intangible.]

Okay--I think they're over there where the cells are, let's head over there.

[He speaks in a hushed whisper. Just because they're intangible doesn't mean they can't be heard.]

[waltharius]

[ How did he end up on this team?? Gosh, he has no clue. But ultimately, it is what he wanted. It's pretty easy to be brave when you're texting and planning on the network, but now that they're here his steely nerves have deteriorated into a frayed mess.

Still, he's (mostly) capable of focusing on the task at hand. Even though it feels like his heart is about to explode. They've got intangibility and a sword on their side -- they can't lose, right?? ]

I - yes, okay.

[ He's not sure they're being kept with the general population, but hey, it's as good a place to start as any. Keeping the whispers to a minimum also sounds like a good idea, so he's keeping things brief. ]

[wonk]

[Roxy is actually ahead of Danny, although unintentionally, and starts when she hears his voice, falling backwards into the wall.

Shit, she's nervous.

She takes a few deep non-breaths, trying to calm her non-brain. It seems to non-work, in the sense that it does, and this is about where Roxy tables any thoughts of how this works for later, doing her best to focus on the task at hand.

She pulls herself up to catch the tail end of the whispers, and solidifies momentarily - unlike the other two, she needs to be solid to talk.

Or whisper, in this case.]

Alright, when I was in the wall, I saw like twenty cells in there. Let's split up - I'll take the far end, and you guys start on each side here and meet me in the middle. Cool?

GETAWAY/AFTERMATH

[drama8om8]

[ Hopefully only the main rescue force will be needing to flee from the cops, but who knows? Dramatic chase scenes, triumphant celebrations and patching up of any potential booboos all go here! ]

[wirsinddiejager]

[After the thrilling jailbreak and escaping is over and the excitement has died down, Alan and Octavia are left sitting in Gavin's apartment. Alan's hugging her, like he has been more or less constantly since they got out of their cells.

He hasn't been saying much during or after the rescue, but now seems like a good time to break the silence.]

...Let's not try anything like that again, okay.

[drama8om8]

'Kay.

[ It's less a hug from her end and more a desperate, almost-too-tight clinging session. Baby koalas have nothing on Octavia. Nothinnngggg. ]

Next time we'll just. Bomb them from the air instead. Kablooie.

[ HAHA LOOK IT'S A JOKE. A funny, funny joke. Super funny. Laugh please. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Heh.

[It's.... almost a laugh? Kind of?]

That might be a bit overkill.

[stagnantair]

[Wow, they're cute kids. Despite them getting into this mess and everything. It's not Gavin's place to lecture, so he doesn't, and lets them sit and unwind and comfort each other a while before he comes over with some blankets.]

Are you guys hungry? I think I still have a Digorno pizza or something left in the fridge, if the rescue party didn't eat everything in there while we were planning.

[They're going to have to lay low here for a while, might as well break the ice a little more than 'we totally just escaped from jail and have to stay here so the cops don't find us.']

Backup! For all your combat needs!

[doomedtheworld]

Vanessa is lurking around the police station keeping tabs on the whole situation, sticking to alleys where possible and moving up to rooftops when she felt she needed to.

She's come ready for things to go badly, dressed in a thick coat, gloves and boots. Her dagger is hidden underneath the jacket and she's forgone the usual coins for something that she figures are a little more effective. That's what the thick work gloves are for, so she doesn't have to worry about cutting her fingers grabbing the box cutter blades stashed in her pocket.

For now, she's leaning against a wall between two buildings across from the police station with her phone out, keeping an eye on the network chatter.


[OOC: So, yeah, Vanessa's ready to roll. Comment here if you need the assistance of a crazy knife-fighting boxcutter throwing kid anywhere.]

Re: Backup! For all your combat needs!

[reapsthewind]

She can't fly, but she can use juuust enough energy to float down from a rooftop. Somewhat noisily, granted, but isn't the point to cause distractions?

She lands... badly. She cuts the engines about a foot above the ground, and manages to fall flat on her ass.

"... hi, Vanessa," she says. "I'll get the hang of that eventually."

She gets to her feet, pulls a phial of something pink and glowy from under her leather jacket, rolls up a sleeve, and stabs it into a port on her arm.

"Guess we just wait till there's somebody to punch now, eh?"

[hollowleg]

"That was graceful, sweetheart," Shiro says with a chuckle as he lands much more lightly beside her, hands stuffed in his pockets. He sets down his now half-empty bag of cans and bottles, slowly, so that it didn't make a lot of noise.

"Ladies," he extends his hand and summons his sword, a pure white katana, "I hope this won't be messy."

[doomedtheworld]

And Vanessa's silent, tense vigil is suddenly interrupted by the sound of jet engines and wind kicking up around her. She turns toward Chris, raising a hand to block the wind from getting into her eyes and winces sympathetically at her landing.

"Hi, Chris. If we live through this I know a few places you can practice." It's a joke, really, but she's a little too tense to really sell it. She's ready for a fight, especially with that Echo that came from fighting the snake statue but that was against monsters that closed in and fought hand to hand. Even if she did know what she was doing with steel now, she had to admit, she really wasn't much more dangerous than a person with a gun.

She sighs and checks the network again for the twentieth time.

"I guess so."