004: [visual/location: within the Sanctuary] Messing with your power like a thief in the night
The Tablet flicks on, to Gwen's utter ignorance, as she goes about her business.
Her business, of course, is not of the ordinary kind. You'll see her crouched in some enclosed, dark space. She's ditched the customary flashy leather--this is business, and business calls for the skintight black catsuit. Feel free to take a second to be distracted and admire this feature, before wondering just what the hell she's doing.
She's in the vents of the Sanctuary, people. Before you can address her, maybe let her know she's being broadcast, she mutters softly: "Should've gone left, huh? Good call, Gwen. Rusty's a good look for--"
Here the Tablet cuts off, and when it pops back on several minutes later, Gwen's now in a much more open space: The basement of the Sanctuary, accessed in ways only a professional cat thief can manage. The Tablet, which is now hanging from her waste with her other needed tools, gives a clear view of typical basement things. There's a lot of futuristic looking stuff, nothing really recognizable, but something that looks like a generator clearly grabs her attention. Of course, this is Taxon, and we all know things aren't necessarily what they seem, but nevertheless she whispers, "Score."
Those watching the Tablet see black gloves being pulled off to reveal pale hands. Blue sparks dance around her fingertips as she flexes them, and she reaches out.
There's a loud zapping, and if you're anywhere in the Sanctuary, so sorry, but the power goes out...before completely restoring in just a few seconds.
"Oh. Anticlimactic."
Her business, of course, is not of the ordinary kind. You'll see her crouched in some enclosed, dark space. She's ditched the customary flashy leather--this is business, and business calls for the skintight black catsuit. Feel free to take a second to be distracted and admire this feature, before wondering just what the hell she's doing.
She's in the vents of the Sanctuary, people. Before you can address her, maybe let her know she's being broadcast, she mutters softly: "Should've gone left, huh? Good call, Gwen. Rusty's a good look for--"
Here the Tablet cuts off, and when it pops back on several minutes later, Gwen's now in a much more open space: The basement of the Sanctuary, accessed in ways only a professional cat thief can manage. The Tablet, which is now hanging from her waste with her other needed tools, gives a clear view of typical basement things. There's a lot of futuristic looking stuff, nothing really recognizable, but something that looks like a generator clearly grabs her attention. Of course, this is Taxon, and we all know things aren't necessarily what they seem, but nevertheless she whispers, "Score."
Those watching the Tablet see black gloves being pulled off to reveal pale hands. Blue sparks dance around her fingertips as she flexes them, and she reaches out.
There's a loud zapping, and if you're anywhere in the Sanctuary, so sorry, but the power goes out...before completely restoring in just a few seconds.
"Oh. Anticlimactic."