[CLOSED] everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass), Peter Quill (nostalgiabomb), Gamora (godslay), and Mantis (uglybug)
What: The Guardians take on Evras's lab.
When: Some nebulous time in April.
Where: The Institute
Warning(s): Rocket is a warning unto himself.



Cree laid out the plans so intricately that it's hard for even Rocket to suggest an improvement- though he doesn't say as much to Cree's face. Rocket's photographs from Prompto combined with their previous journey into the Institute mean they now have a rudimentary map to work from, which Rocket currently has spread out on the cobblestones behind the Institute where they plan to sneak in.

"Okay, sentrybots just on the inside are here, here, and here." Rocket gestures, pressing his claws to each spot. "Remember when this place was a low-tech wasteland? I remember that. Frickin' figures the only place with tech worth a flip is the one place I don't like goin'."

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fun fact i did not have notifs on for this thread like a loser

[godslay]

[ Gamora is already shaking her head at Mantis; she's not comfortable with the idea of convincing someone to carry things, especially since that would not only leave more room for error, but also yet another witness.

For once, she immediately agrees with Rocket. ]

Don't put yourselves in any positions that feel too exposed. We won't be close enough for immediate backup.

[ This is somewhat more for Mantis; she knows Rocket has been through tighter spots before, and he gets himself out just fine.

But she nods towards the Institute's backdoor, uncrossing her arms and shifting her weight – a clear "let's get going" adjustment. ]

The sooner we get moving, the sooner this is done.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Oh, okay, strategy time is over, huh? Peter kneels down, helping to scoop up the photographs comprising their crude little map.

But, in all fairness, planning has never been their forte, anyway. And when Gamora nods toward the door, Peter starts bouncing on the balls of his feet, heading toward it. He turns, walking backwards, spreading his hands. ]

Alright. Let's just get out there and have a good time. Do your best.

And also? Don't get caught. That's the really important part. Do not, under any circumstances, get caught. We don't wanna be wanted in Olympia.

Again.

[beatupgrass]

[Rocket scurries ahead, walking backwards so that he's facing the other three.] Technically, I never got caught the first time. Just saying.

[And with that, he's quick to be the first to go in- he has somewhere he needs to get to, and since he's smaller and less likely to attract attention going in first is to his advantage.]