[yyyyyeah. . . Catra bristles again as soon as the disembodied voice starts speaking, and she has to bite her tongue to keep herself from sassing back. fortunately, despite the display earlier, she truly does have self-preservation instincts. now that she knows the stakes? she knows to keep her head down until the right moment]
[. . . whenever that moment may be]
[the first thing she grabs is, of course, the GATLING GUN, which she hefts off of the cart with ease! SCRAWNY CAT GIRL GOT SOME MUSCLE. and then she goes for the parachutes, which seems like a wise thing to have on hand if they're supposed to be stealing an airship]
Heart. [an answer to Sakyou's question] No reason. Just instinct.
[there we go. satisfied, Catra puts her chosen items aside so she can start. um. stripping out of her gakuran and slipping into the suit. modesty? what is modesty??? MODESTY DOESN'T EXIST IN THE HORDE. it's fine she has on boy shorts and a sports bra, don't look boys!!!]
We need a stupid cover story, too. You two-- [waves a hand at Claude and Sakyou] -- are the entertainment, I guess? That makes me the diplomat.
[Very exciting news everyone, the performer outfits are very sexy dateable clowns because that's what Otomate thinks we need in the world, the airmen outfit is honestly the most sensible one Jae gets to walk free today, and Catra gets to have this man's outfit, I just decided. It's the hottest and goes with her color scheme.
There's static again.]
Now you're getting in the spirit of it. Head outside - be convincing, you're going to need to get to the one on the furthest end of the dock.
[Bzzt!
But they're free to head out now! They'll find themselves in a gigantic hangar, which houses multiple airships. There's quite a few people around though, also pushing around carts of boxes and having conversations about terrorists and thieves. You know, the usual.]
[Can't believe he gets to be Paschalia because he's also a blue-coded otome.
GODDAMN THOUGH. After he's changed and tucked the bottle away again and probably tried to hide his sword as best as possible so it doesn't send immediate Red Flags Of A Dangerous Intruder, he'll carefully make his way to the door. Peering out reveals a whole lot of nothing he's familiar with, and his irritation briefly shows on his face.]
The one furthest away... So we'll just need to make it there without seeming suspicious, yes?
[He knows nothing about what performers in this day and age are known for acting like but it's fine. RULE ONE, JUST ACT LIKE YOU BELONG ANYWHERE YOU END UP AND PEOPLE WILL ASK FEWER QUESTIONS. So he just fuckin walks out, looking straight ahead like a Man On A Mission. A performing elegant clown on a mission. He's keeping an ear open just in case, though.
[ The steady realization that Claude has actually never seen a clown, but hopefully jesters are similar enough? He also waltzes out with a lot of confidence that he doesn't feel and you know what?
He decides he's going to be a mime.
He smiles mysteriously at anyone who catches his eye, pretending to feel up a wall as he too marches directly toward the furthest plane.
[As transportation-slash-bodyguard, Sieghart has license to carry his sword out in the open (per Catra's story). He starts at the back so as to complete the part he's been given, and he momentarily makes a face at both Sakyou's rigidity and Claude's miming.]
[the good news is that projecting false confidence is something Catra's extremely good at! so when she brushes out of the storage room she does so with ease, open-carrying the gatling gun because she's a fuckin' diplomat and she can DO that thank you, and keeping her lips lightly curved upwards in a cocky smile that she is pretty sure any diplomat worth their salt would wear]
[. . . she does lean over to mutter to Sieghart as she watches Claude and Sakyou do their thing, though]
[catra i gave you a cart for the gatling gun you don't need to carry it but now she is. who's carrying the parachutes this is really important. they don't have a cart now because you forgot it.
anyway normally projecting confidence would work incredibly well in most situations, except you know who responds extremely well to confidence? new recruits. this orange motherfucker comes running up to them, overeager and friendly:] Oh! Are you the performers and - ah, the d-d-d-diplomat?! We've been looking all over for you, ma'am! Sir! Ma'am and sirs!
We're boarding in this ship over here!
[he makes a grand gesture to this airship to their left - it is not the one at the end of the hangar.
Well hopefully someone else got the parachutes because he sure didn't. NOT EVEN SURE THEY'LL MAKE IT THAT FAR BEFORE DYING AGAIN. Sakyou looks over toward Claude for a moment, being his fellow clown in arms, before offering a gentle bow toward this. Very enthusiastic orange lad.
Hilariously he slips into this role with great ease, despite the fires of rage still burning in his gut.]
It's good to meet you, sir. Ah - are we boarding right away, though? I wasn't aware that we'd taken quite so long to get here... It's been a very tiring trip, you see... We've run into a lot of misfortunes on our way over. No one warned us that the roads here were as dangerous as they've turned out to be.
[ Claude puts a hand over his eyes, miming looking around as though he wants to sight see. And then he tip toes in place, putting a hand over his mouth as if to say, "be quiet" before
actually tip toeing around, making a show of not hiding his curiosity.
First of all, why is the performer assuming leadership? And what's this clown doing, acting like a mime? What is Claude even trying to convey? Sieghart feels like he's aged another hundred years in the span of ten seconds. This is worse than the time he had to twist an alligator for its tears.
Despite his disbelief with the situation, he remains silent in order to give Catra room to speak.]
[she has the parachutes though, and-- in realizing that it'd be more in character for Sieghart the airman to hold them-- she slips them off her shoulder and shoves them into his hands as she pushes (roughly) past Claude and Sakyou to take over the conversation]
Hey. Ignore them; they're kind of airheaded. Entertainers, right?
[waves a hand I'M SO SORRY TO SAKYOU AND CLAUDE]
[her gaze sweeps across the ship Impey (ORANGE GUY) gestured to, eyes narrowed in a critical way as her tail flicks]
Nice ship. What are the specs, though? I don't want to fly on anything but the best.
[Impey is an idiot, so he will actually try to mimic the mime, which is nonsense. He presses a finger to his lips and his gaze follows Claude in slight confusion before he straightens up when Catra talks to him.]
Oh, of course!! It's our latest and greatest model, naturally! The engine is the fastest that we've got, and the rooms are only the top luxuries available! Not to mention we got the buffet lined up all like you asked for, ma'am!
Let's get going then, though - they're really hurrying us along so we're on schedule!
[and Impey will try to round them all up to head onto the wrong ship! Uh-oh spaghetti-os.]
[This is indeed in-character for them, but Sieghart groans inwardly when Catra shoves the parachutes onto him. He hates labor. Up they go over his left shoulder.
He largely ignores Impey's attempt at herding them. At the same time he's careful to stay close to the others.]
[Catra also swiftly side-steps Impey's attempts at herding them towards the airship, scoffing a bit as she does so]
Oh, great. I am famished, and I bet my posse is too.
[gesturing to Sakyou and Sieghart and Claude]
But if you got that message, did you totally miss the other one? The one where I asked to pick out my ship personally? We might be on a time crunch, but some things I can't afford to skimp on.
The last time I let some losers pick my ship for me we almost wound up stranded on a deserted island; I'm not risking that happening again.
Deserted island?! Yikes! We're just going to Vegas!
[same thing.
but it's so funny that Catra is allowing all this to happen, and no one is moving. They're just having a conversation with Impey, which is questionable because around now is when the double-doors on the other end of the hangar open.
Clowns walk in. Like an actual group of clowns. They walk up, talking about how they're ready for their sick vacay to Vegas, and then they lock eyes with this group of dos clowns, a furry exec, and Sieghart.
Impey squints.] This is a lot more clowns than I expected.
[I'm giving you all one tag round to decide your next move.]
[THINGS ARE BAD AND JUST KEEP GETTING WORSE IN THIS HOUSE.
He glances around the group and over toward the clowns that have walked in. Hm. Impey may be dumb but surely this group of clowns wouldn't believe it if they tried to be like "AH OUR LONG-LOST CLOWN BRETHREN... WE REUNITE ONCE MORE".
So, uh. Well. He apparently decides now's the time to just fuckin try gently skirting off to the side of the group so he can get in a good position to fullbody tackle Impey and get him into a headlock with his otome arms of steel. why'd yall let me go first]
Completely ignoring Sakyou, Claude lunges forward to grab Catra since he'd conveniently snuck up behind her, whipping out his dagger to hold at her neck. ]
Nobody move, or I'll slice her throat.
[ And then, please play along Catra, as he starts to inch toward the end of the hangar, jerking his head toward Sieghart. ]
[Sieghart's eyes narrow as he whips his head from the clowns to Claude. He, too, ignores Sakyou, because it's not part of his character to care about a confused performer.]
Fine.
[He approaches the duo.
From an outsider's point of view, he's a disgruntled bodyguard who wishes to keep his charge safe. In reality, he's a disgruntled party member who's now coming to terms that nobody here is on the same wavelength and he'll be damned if they survive this round.]
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[. . . whenever that moment may be]
[the first thing she grabs is, of course, the GATLING GUN, which she hefts off of the cart with ease! SCRAWNY CAT GIRL GOT SOME MUSCLE. and then she goes for the parachutes, which seems like a wise thing to have on hand if they're supposed to be stealing an airship]
Heart. [an answer to Sakyou's question] No reason. Just instinct.
[her gaze flickers towards the clown suits]
[. . .]
And I'm not wearing those.
[SHE REFUSES]
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If you don't want to wear that one, you could pick another, yes?
[Moving to rejoin everyone else now that he has This Random Fuckin Thing secured. He will tuck it gently into his robes.]
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[ He tosses a suit at Catra, an airmen suit at Sieghart, a performers outfit at Sakyou.
And keeps the clown costume for himself. ]
If there are no more complaints, we should get changed quickly.
[ Anyway, he's putting on the clown suit. ]
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Do I have to wear this one . . . ?
[But they probably don't have much time to spare, so he starts putting it on.]
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We need a stupid cover story, too. You two-- [waves a hand at Claude and Sakyou] -- are the entertainment, I guess? That makes me the diplomat.
[flaps a hand at Sieghart]
And you're my transportation-slash-bodyguard.
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There's static again.]
Now you're getting in the spirit of it. Head outside - be convincing, you're going to need to get to the one on the furthest end of the dock.
[Bzzt!
But they're free to head out now! They'll find themselves in a gigantic hangar, which houses multiple airships. There's quite a few people around though, also pushing around carts of boxes and having conversations about terrorists and thieves. You know, the usual.]
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GODDAMN THOUGH. After he's changed and tucked the bottle away again and probably tried to hide his sword as best as possible so it doesn't send immediate Red Flags Of A Dangerous Intruder, he'll carefully make his way to the door. Peering out reveals a whole lot of nothing he's familiar with, and his irritation briefly shows on his face.]
The one furthest away... So we'll just need to make it there without seeming suspicious, yes?
[He knows nothing about what performers in this day and age are known for acting like but it's fine. RULE ONE, JUST ACT LIKE YOU BELONG ANYWHERE YOU END UP AND PEOPLE WILL ASK FEWER QUESTIONS. So he just fuckin walks out, looking straight ahead like a Man On A Mission. A performing elegant clown on a mission. He's keeping an ear open just in case, though.
This is gonna be them.]
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He decides he's going to be a mime.
He smiles mysteriously at anyone who catches his eye, pretending to feel up a wall as he too marches directly toward the furthest plane.
Could it truly be so simple? ]
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Aren't you two overdoing it?
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[. . . she does lean over to mutter to Sieghart as she watches Claude and Sakyou do their thing, though]
They're definitely overdoing it.
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anyway normally projecting confidence would work incredibly well in most situations, except you know who responds extremely well to confidence? new recruits. this orange motherfucker comes running up to them, overeager and friendly:] Oh! Are you the performers and - ah, the d-d-d-diplomat?! We've been looking all over for you, ma'am! Sir! Ma'am and sirs!
We're boarding in this ship over here!
[he makes a grand gesture to this airship to their left - it is not the one at the end of the hangar.
what now, confident clowns?]
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Well hopefully someone else got the parachutes because he sure didn't. NOT EVEN SURE THEY'LL MAKE IT THAT FAR BEFORE DYING AGAIN. Sakyou looks over toward Claude for a moment, being his fellow clown in arms, before offering a gentle bow toward this. Very enthusiastic orange lad.
Hilariously he slips into this role with great ease, despite the fires of rage still burning in his gut.]
It's good to meet you, sir. Ah - are we boarding right away, though? I wasn't aware that we'd taken quite so long to get here... It's been a very tiring trip, you see... We've run into a lot of misfortunes on our way over. No one warned us that the roads here were as dangerous as they've turned out to be.
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actually tip toeing around, making a show of not hiding his curiosity.
Hopefully he looks innocent? He hates this. ]
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First of all, why is the performer assuming leadership? And what's this clown doing, acting like a mime? What is Claude even trying to convey? Sieghart feels like he's aged another hundred years in the span of ten seconds. This is worse than the time he had to twist an alligator for its tears.
Despite his disbelief with the situation, he remains silent in order to give Catra room to speak.]
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Hey. Ignore them; they're kind of airheaded. Entertainers, right?
[waves a hand I'M SO SORRY TO SAKYOU AND CLAUDE]
[her gaze sweeps across the ship Impey (ORANGE GUY) gestured to, eyes narrowed in a critical way as her tail flicks]
Nice ship. What are the specs, though? I don't want to fly on anything but the best.
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Oh, of course!! It's our latest and greatest model, naturally! The engine is the fastest that we've got, and the rooms are only the top luxuries available! Not to mention we got the buffet lined up all like you asked for, ma'am!
Let's get going then, though - they're really hurrying us along so we're on schedule!
[and Impey will try to round them all up to head onto the wrong ship! Uh-oh spaghetti-os.]
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But hey it's not his job, he's just the performer. DIPLOMACY THEIR WAY OUT OF IT, CATRA!! He will just follow along for now.]
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And he quietly slides behind Catra, as if to shield himself from her vitriol. ]
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He largely ignores Impey's attempt at herding them. At the same time he's careful to stay close to the others.]
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Oh, great. I am famished, and I bet my posse is too.
[gesturing to Sakyou and Sieghart and Claude]
But if you got that message, did you totally miss the other one? The one where I asked to pick out my ship personally? We might be on a time crunch, but some things I can't afford to skimp on.
The last time I let some losers pick my ship for me we almost wound up stranded on a deserted island; I'm not risking that happening again.
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[same thing.
but it's so funny that Catra is allowing all this to happen, and no one is moving. They're just having a conversation with Impey, which is questionable because around now is when the double-doors on the other end of the hangar open.
Clowns walk in. Like an actual group of clowns. They walk up, talking about how they're ready for their sick vacay to Vegas, and then they lock eyes with this group of dos clowns, a furry exec, and Sieghart.
Impey squints.] This is a lot more clowns than I expected.
[I'm giving you all one tag round to decide your next move.]
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He glances around the group and over toward the clowns that have walked in. Hm. Impey may be dumb but surely this group of clowns wouldn't believe it if they tried to be like "AH OUR LONG-LOST CLOWN BRETHREN... WE REUNITE ONCE MORE".
So, uh. Well. He apparently decides now's the time to just fuckin try gently skirting off to the side of the group so he can get in a good position to fullbody tackle Impey and get him into a headlock with his otome arms of steel. why'd yall let me go first]
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Completely ignoring Sakyou, Claude lunges forward to grab Catra since he'd conveniently snuck up behind her, whipping out his dagger to hold at her neck. ]
Nobody move, or I'll slice her throat.
[ And then, please play along Catra, as he starts to inch toward the end of the hangar, jerking his head toward Sieghart. ]
And you, come with me.
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Fine.
[He approaches the duo.
From an outsider's point of view, he's a disgruntled bodyguard who wishes to keep his charge safe. In reality, he's a disgruntled party member who's now coming to terms that nobody here is on the same wavelength and he'll be damned if they survive this round.]
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