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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.)