<@Brett> [Date: Sunday, March 27th. Time: 7:00 p.m. Location: Stockholm, Sweden.] <@Brett> [At a dock where a ferry waits to, um, ferry people to Drottningholm palace on Lovön island, Nigel and Montana are chillin' while they wait for Tilda to show up.] (I'm assuming this is white tie, Brett, so basically the most formal dress code possible?) <@Brett> [Why the GM agreed to run two sessions at once, we'll never know.] <@Brett> ( Yep ) <@Brett> [Start!] <@Brett> [There's a nice view of the palace from here, all lit brightly as it recieves its guest. Some come via their own yachts. in case you forgot, Tilda wants to steal the rose-jewel necklace from Princess Isabella of Denmark.] <@Brett> [If she gets it, she'll tell you about the bracelet. That's the plan, anyway.] * Montana stands a ways to the side. He's cleaned up, with the stubble shaved as low as it ever has been, and is in full formal dress with a dark blue tailcoat, white shirt, and black pants and oxfords. His hat is conspicuously absent, and his hair - honest to god - combed. He looks good, but barely like Montana. * Montana is also fidgeting with his bowtie, because good lord, bowties. What. * Nigel stands next to Montana. He does not look much different than he normally does. He is dressed in a black coat and vest, white shirt and black pants. He is considerably less figity with his tie, but he does look very James Bondish. Even more so than usual. <@Brett> ( In regards to weapons and such, if you're planning to sneak them in, you're gonna need rolls for concealment. ) (What if you have the combat technique?) <@Brett> ( Let me look it up. ) <@Brett> ( It looks like they get a -6 penalty to finding it. ) (Okay.) (And normal concealment is... sleight of hand? Stealth?) <@Brett> ( Stealth ) (Okay. ^^) * Montana mutters as he tries to straighten the tie, "This is *probably* the most ridiculous set of clothes I've ever had to wear." * Nigel shakes his head. "Given the hat you usually wear... I don't think that's true." * Montana eyes Nigel. "Hey." Don't go knockin' the hat. It's lucky. * Nigel nods. "I'm sure it is..." * Montana frowns. "Is that what I was missin', growing up? Mom teaching me to be a snotty prick? Christ." He pulls his hands away. "This thing on straight?" * Nigel shakes his head and adjusts Montana's tie. "Just stop fiddling with it." * Montana tries not to fidget. "Little bit easier said than done." <@Brett> [Shortly, Tilda arrives via limo. The chauffer keeps the motor running as he gets out and opens the door for her. She emerges in a strapless black evening dress and red high-heels, with a white stole around her shoulders. She tips the chauffer as she exits, strolling over your way. "Evening, boys."] * Montana whistles lowly as he looks Tilda over. "Evenin', ma'am." * Nigel nods. "Good Evening." <@Brett> [Tilda smiles. "Are you ready for an exciting evening? It's not every day you get to meet royalty."] * Montana smiles. "'s true. Who're we attendin' as?" * Nigel shrugs. "Not my ideal situation to be meeting said royalty, but I am ready, yes." <@Brett> ["I will be Anna Nikulain, daughter of the CEO of a wealthy Finnish steel company that doesn't actually exist. And you..." She shrugs. "I'm allowed to have escorts. You can be who you like."] * Montana laughs. "Fair enough." He holds his arm out to escort her to the ferry. "Miss Nikulain, if I may?" <@Brett> [Tilda slips her arm through. "By all means."] * Nigel shrugs and nods. "As you say." * Montana grins. And heads to the ferry! Nigel's clearly still grumpy about the whole 'stealing stuff' thing. <@Brett> [You head to the pier and onto the ferry!] (How crowded is this ferry, what's it like...?) <@Brett> ( Not terribly crowded. It's really just a passenger vessel. It's got a nice interior, but it's not a yacht.] ) <@Brett> [The ferry ride over is pleasant enough. As you and a few other passengers exit, some guards stand ready in front of the palace, waiting to perform full body searches.] * Montana lets out a sigh through his nose; this part is never particularly fun. But he goes up and subjects himself to said body search. (Should I include the -6 on my end or yours, Brett?) * Nigel approaches the guards and allows himself to be searched. He's not hiding anything. <@Brett> ( I'll do it on mine, you make the stealth roll. ) 2d6+9 * Dicesuke rolls 2d6+9 for Montana and gets a natural 5 for a result of 14. <@Brett> [Montana gets by without any problems. So does Nigel, assuming he didn't bring any weapons with him. And so does Tilda, but if she has any equipment hidden in that skimpy dress, she must have hidden it extremely well.] <@Brett> [And then you're in! You pass through Drottningholm palace's beautiful antechamber as you're directed towards the ballroom by some more staff.] <@Brett> ( I apologize for the poor quality of my posts. I didn't get much sleep last night, and it probably shows. ) (I also didn't get much sleep last night!) (Go us!) <@Brett> ( orzzzz ) (Woo!) * Montana allows himself to be directed as he continues to escort Tilda. He looks around, continuing to take in the security and the other guests. <@Brett> [The ballroom has been decked out nicely for tonight. The floor is fancy polished wood, and the walls are white with gold trim. The celing is a painting showing God and angels and people who are probably famous Swedes. The royal family crest of Sweden adorns each wall. Tables line the edges of the room, but the middle is reserved for dancing. In one corner is a makeshift stage, with an actual <@Brett> orchestra. There's a small but decent-sized crowd of socilites here. Very, very rich socilites.] <@Brett> [There seem to be three guards in this room, and well as a camera in one corner. Tilda scans for Isabelle. "Hmm, she's not here yet."] * Nigel nods. "Fashionably late, I suppose." * Montana murmurs, "What's the general plan?" <@Brett> ["She'll definitely have the rose-jewel necklace with her. The question is whether she'll arrive wearing it or not. If not, we can snatch it before she has a chance to put it on. If so.... well."] <@Brett> [Tilda grins. "We'll just have to burn that bridge when we come to it."] * Montana nods as he continues to scan the area. "All right." * Nigel nods and walks further into the room. "Probably don't want to just stand around. That looks a bit odd, doesn't it?" (s/further/farther) * Montana shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. "Ain't no dancin' yet." <@Brett> ( Same here. I'm calling it quits ) <@Brett> [Also End]