Action - Woodrow's Palace - Casing The Joint

[terraburning]

On the appointed day, Terra wakes up bright and early, preps her supplies, and heads over to UCLA for the recon job. Taking a moment to tap out a message and posting it to the BBS, she activates the Metaverse Navigator and slips into Woodrow's Palace.

checking the palace. feel free to join.

Inside, she takes a moment to stare at the passing parade of tanks and the dizzying display of unrestrained racism before taking up a position near the entrance, out of range of the tanks, and waiting for the other Thieves to show up.

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[lyrids]

Roll nods back, if more animatedly, but before she can formulate a response she finds herself distracted by the continued refrain of bigotry coming from the Palace's owner.

"...He sure is a loud one, huh?", she remarks conversationally, as if she were talking about a particularly yappy dog rather than a white supremacist spewing bile.

[terraburning]

Trance grumbles indistinctly.

"He never stops talking, it's like diarrhea of the mouth..."

[lyrids]

Despite the circumstances, Roll can't help but snicker at Trance's words. "Yeah, it is, isn't it? And the contents are just as unpleasant, too."

[terraburning]

A long sigh. Seriously, this place is unpleasant.

"Well, while we're waiting to see if anyone else shows up...did you bring any tools with you?"

[lyrids]

"Oh, um, lemme see..." She reaches for a small bag on her belt and begins rifling through it.

"Goho-M, Vanish Ball, a few lockpicks..."