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apocalypsehowcomm2021-11-22 05:08 pm
cacophonish) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-11-22 05:08 pm
LOG: a holiday heist [closed]
Who: Jeff & Kugrash (potential appearances from Abby and Neal)
When: Thanksgiving
Where: A fancy restaurant
Summary: In which Jeff and Kugrash hype each other up and go a little too far in their quest to bring Thanksgiving to Gloucester's homeless.
Warnings: Swarms of rats (and potentially other vermin?), references to homelessness.
This is great. This is fucking awesome! Jeff's ready. He can do this. Him and Kugrash, they're like, pulling a Robin Hood here. Stealing from the rich, and giving to the poor, in the true spirit of Thanksgiving.
Jeff's in an alley, headphones on, hype music blaring, hopping up and down to psych himself up. There's nothing like Les Claypool's sick bass riffs to get him going. His disguise: an oversized, short-sleeved white button-down, jeans, and an apron. And a backwards baseball cap, you know, to add to the authenticity.
The plan: to go undercover as a dish washer and sneak into the kitchen of Les Panais, one of the fanciest restaurants in Gloucester. Once he's in, it's go time. And now that he's hyped up and ready to go, Jeff pulls his headphones down around his neck and looks at Kugrash.
"Okay, so, which dish should I grab? What's gonna be, like, the biggest bang for our buck?"
'Bang for their buck.' Like they're spending a goddamn cent on this heist.
"Oh yeah, and what's the signal again?"
(It's rats, Jeff. The signal is rats.)
When: Thanksgiving
Where: A fancy restaurant
Summary: In which Jeff and Kugrash hype each other up and go a little too far in their quest to bring Thanksgiving to Gloucester's homeless.
Warnings: Swarms of rats (and potentially other vermin?), references to homelessness.
This is great. This is fucking awesome! Jeff's ready. He can do this. Him and Kugrash, they're like, pulling a Robin Hood here. Stealing from the rich, and giving to the poor, in the true spirit of Thanksgiving.
Jeff's in an alley, headphones on, hype music blaring, hopping up and down to psych himself up. There's nothing like Les Claypool's sick bass riffs to get him going. His disguise: an oversized, short-sleeved white button-down, jeans, and an apron. And a backwards baseball cap, you know, to add to the authenticity.
The plan: to go undercover as a dish washer and sneak into the kitchen of Les Panais, one of the fanciest restaurants in Gloucester. Once he's in, it's go time. And now that he's hyped up and ready to go, Jeff pulls his headphones down around his neck and looks at Kugrash.
"Okay, so, which dish should I grab? What's gonna be, like, the biggest bang for our buck?"
'Bang for their buck.' Like they're spending a goddamn cent on this heist.
"Oh yeah, and what's the signal again?"
(It's rats, Jeff. The signal is rats.)
cw brief mention of drugs
Realistically it doesn't make sense, he knows, and as Kugrash moves up to join the Californian his dirty pipe staff is out and in his hand, shoulders squaring up. He's terribly homesick, though he'll never admit it out loud--that's most likely why he's doing this. That's probably why he sees Pete in Jeff, and he wonders briefly if Jeff would be awakened in New York. Probably, he thinks. Jeff's so goddamn weird, there's no way he wouldn't be able to pierce through the Umbral Arcana.
Asides from Jeff's manic typing hyping him up earlier and Kugrash's homesickness, there's also the fact that he needs to feed his entity. What better way than to scare the shit out of a restaurant, do a little bit of good in the process, and make sure his powers are still a-okay? He's aware he can't keep doing this long term, but it's a good stopgap in the meantime.
"My sweet babies are the signal. Just try to ignore them if they say weird shit-- hey--you cool if I bless you real quick?" Consent's important, after all.
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"Oh! Oh yeah, sure!" He flashes a sunny smile, even though he's got no idea what blessing even entails. Is this a religious thing or a magic thing? Either way, he's happy to let Kugrash do his thing, his spirits high and his body practically buzzing with pent up energy.
Boy, it's weird being, like, totally sober and giddy at the same time. Is this what it's like, having something to focus on besides getting fucked up and doing magic?
(Really, it's probably just nerves and adrenaline, since he's, you know, about to commit a heist in broad daylight.)
"And hey, so what weird shit would they say?"