[Earthquake] Lotta and Luke's Museum Adventure
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Lotta: *The newest printmaking exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art was, supposedly, one of the best in the world-- but you'd never know it from the woman currently photographing it. Lotta's grumbling something about "highfalutin' city slicker art" and "hard-nosed scoops" as she adjusts her camera lens, scowling.*
Atmey: *To the untrained eye, the prints would seem nothing more than color and ink stamped on thin paper. Yet a former Ace Detective - or even the average high school art student - could tell you just how priceless these historic Katsushika Hokusai prints of Mount Fuji were. One such former Ace Detective lurks about in a stolen Mask*DeMasque outfit, trying to figure out the best way to make the world-renowned artworks his own without getting caught.*
Lotta: *Lotta, of course, knows nothing about Cat Sushi Hokey-whatever-- she just knows that somewhere, a newspaper will pay decent money for these shots. She steps back to get a better view... and walks right into Luke, nearly dropping her camera. She turns, frowning.* Hey, watch where you're standin', Mister...!
Atmey: *Plotting his great theft and escape, Luke is deep in thought. So deep, in fact, that he fails to notice the bright, orange blur inching its way closer and closer to him until it's too late! His presence is revealed, all is lost-- unless he can somehow use this misstep to his advantage.* ...DeLite. Ron DeLite, madam. And you are...?
Lotta: *She tilts her head at him.* Lotta Hart, investigative photographer. *The camera doesn't seem to be damaged, she decides with a quick glance.* Guess y'all got lucky, Mr. DeLite... couple more steps and you woulda owed me a new camera! And these things ain't cheap!
Atmey: *Luke is not amused. Wasn't she the one who bumped into him? He decides to let the matter go and instead try to find a way out of this mess.* Ah, yes... terribly sorry, madam Hart. You are no doubt a professional, after all! I should be on my way now before any real damage is caused by my incessant bumbling.
Lotta: Wait a second... *Lotta folds her arms as if trying to remember something.* That outfit you're wearin'...
Atmey: *Zvarri! She's figured it out. Surely, even a simpleton like her knows of the State vs DeLite trial! Luke panics.* Now madam! I can assure you, you are entirely mistaken in your assumption...!
Lotta: It's pretty nifty! *She grins brightly.* ...Well, it's a little bit frilly, but I reckon you sure can make an entrance in that getup, huh?
Atmey: Nifty? *He blinks a few times until the realization sinks in.* Why, yes... nifty indeed. This outfit is a sure way to make any sort of entrance or exit, without a doubt! You must have quite an eye for such tasteful fashion.
Lotta: Reckon course! Lotta Hart knows her stuff! *The camera incident of earlier seems to be all but forgotten as she smiles at Luke.* So, what brings you to the museum, Ron?
Atmey: My adamant adoration of sir Hokusai's historic work, of course... Why, to examine such historic art pieces is a privilege one must take advantage of! And this outfit? Merely my way of showing respect for the artist. To view such an extravagant work of art, one must appear extravagant himself, I always say!
Lotta: Sir Hock-- oh! This guy! *She looks back towards the prints, squinting a bit.* Reckon that makes sense. I'm jes' here to take some pictures-- well, I'm really on the tail of a huge scoop, but I thought I'd take a break 'n' see some... *She grimaces, though Luke probably wouldn't notice.* ...culture.
Atmey: A huge scoop, you say? *Once again, Luke is suspicious that Lotta's on to him. He sweats bullets, though the mask thankfully conceals all but the slight change in his tone.* And just what might that be? Surely, there's nothing of great interest here aside from the artwork on display!
Lotta: *She grins smugly-- the fact that she doesn't technically have a scoop doesn't really matter.* 'Course it's not here! It's... well, I can't really tell y'all where it is. I mean, y'never know who could be listenin'! But... *She holds the camera at the ready.* ...reckon it'll be the biggest thing this side of the heartland!
Atmey: ...Of course. *He instantly regains composure and is back to his confident self.* I'm sure there's a grand legend waiting to be captured on camera somewhere around here, madam Hart. You must keep looking, is all! *Glancing at the time, Luke realizes he should really be on his way.* But alas, I am not so interesting. Perhaps it's best I go elsewhere now...
Lotta: I think you're pretty interesting! *Lotta smiles genuinely... completely ignoring his last commment, of course.* More interesting than all this, at least.
Atmey: *Against his better judgement, Luke decides bask in the glory of compliments before proceeding with his plan.* Once again you prove to have quite the eye for spotting that of great interest. Why, the man in front of you is of great fame, don't you know! *He spreads his arms and laughs a bit louder than museum ettiquete would dictate.*
Lotta: Really? *She racks her memory for his name and... thinks she remembers hearing something about a Ron DeLite on the news somewhere.* I guess I might've heard of ya; what d'you do for a living?
Atmey: *Luke smirks proudly under the mask, enjoying this a bit too much.* You might have read my autobiography, "My Life as an Ace Detective: Unabridged Edition". I was none other than that very Ace Detective, Luke Atmey!
Lotta: *She considers whether or not she's seen something like that in bookstores before... and then stops as the statement hits her.* ...Luke... Atmey?
Atmey: *Luke recoils in fear as he realizes his blunder. If he was wearing his prized monocle, it would surely have fallen off at that moment.* ...Did I say Luke Atmey? That is the name of my cunning archnemesis! I am simply the bumbling fool, Ron DeLite!
Lotta: *She plants her hands on her hips as it all comes back to her: that case that was all over the news last year! Phoenix's case! That was this guy!* You're... you're that thief! With the mask!
Atmey: *Cackling maniacally and furiously shaking his head, Luke has all but lost it.* That's right! Me! The sad, pathetic Ron DeLite! Here I am again, up to my old tricks of thievery! *He suddenly makes a mad dash for the museum's exit.*
Lotta: *She's suddenly abruptly glad she came to the museum-- now this is a scoop! ...Of course, then she realizes that she's letting the mystery thief get away, which would probably make for a much less exciting story.* Oh no, ya don't! *She dashes after him-- never underestimate the speed of a determined Southerner-- and grabs Luke by the legs, tackling him.*
Atmey: *With nothing but escape on his mind, Luke fails to notice his legs being grabbed and faceplants quite unceremoniously onto the tile floor.* AAAAYEEEEHHH!!!
Lotta: *As a guard rushes over to the two of them, Lotta moves forward, camera at the ready, and reaches to take off Luke's mask-- scoop of a lifetime is the only thought on her mind.*
Atmey: *Luke cries out in pain and brings his hands to his face - the outfit's gloves are instantly drenched in blood. Getting the mask on in the first place was painful enough, but now his nose is broken! He shoots Lotta the most vicious scowl he can manage at this point.* ...Satisfied, madam?
Lotta: *She jumps back, abruptly made squeamish by the blood, and stares at Luke in shock. The guard, by that point, has reached them, and he slaps a pair of handcuffs onto Luke's wrists.*
Atmey: *He can only continue to scowl angrily at Lotta once he is shackled, the effect lessened by the tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. Combined with the blood trickling from his nose, it makes Luke look like the sad clown, indeed.*
Lotta: *It's only until after Luke is dragged away by the guard that she realizes she didn't get a single picture. She wonders for a moment if anyone will believe her, then turns to go finish her photos of Catsushi Hokeysay's exhibit.*
Lotta: *The newest printmaking exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art was, supposedly, one of the best in the world-- but you'd never know it from the woman currently photographing it. Lotta's grumbling something about "highfalutin' city slicker art" and "hard-nosed scoops" as she adjusts her camera lens, scowling.*
Atmey: *To the untrained eye, the prints would seem nothing more than color and ink stamped on thin paper. Yet a former Ace Detective - or even the average high school art student - could tell you just how priceless these historic Katsushika Hokusai prints of Mount Fuji were. One such former Ace Detective lurks about in a stolen Mask*DeMasque outfit, trying to figure out the best way to make the world-renowned artworks his own without getting caught.*
Lotta: *Lotta, of course, knows nothing about Cat Sushi Hokey-whatever-- she just knows that somewhere, a newspaper will pay decent money for these shots. She steps back to get a better view... and walks right into Luke, nearly dropping her camera. She turns, frowning.* Hey, watch where you're standin', Mister...!
Atmey: *Plotting his great theft and escape, Luke is deep in thought. So deep, in fact, that he fails to notice the bright, orange blur inching its way closer and closer to him until it's too late! His presence is revealed, all is lost-- unless he can somehow use this misstep to his advantage.* ...DeLite. Ron DeLite, madam. And you are...?
Lotta: *She tilts her head at him.* Lotta Hart, investigative photographer. *The camera doesn't seem to be damaged, she decides with a quick glance.* Guess y'all got lucky, Mr. DeLite... couple more steps and you woulda owed me a new camera! And these things ain't cheap!
Atmey: *Luke is not amused. Wasn't she the one who bumped into him? He decides to let the matter go and instead try to find a way out of this mess.* Ah, yes... terribly sorry, madam Hart. You are no doubt a professional, after all! I should be on my way now before any real damage is caused by my incessant bumbling.
Lotta: Wait a second... *Lotta folds her arms as if trying to remember something.* That outfit you're wearin'...
Atmey: *Zvarri! She's figured it out. Surely, even a simpleton like her knows of the State vs DeLite trial! Luke panics.* Now madam! I can assure you, you are entirely mistaken in your assumption...!
Lotta: It's pretty nifty! *She grins brightly.* ...Well, it's a little bit frilly, but I reckon you sure can make an entrance in that getup, huh?
Atmey: Nifty? *He blinks a few times until the realization sinks in.* Why, yes... nifty indeed. This outfit is a sure way to make any sort of entrance or exit, without a doubt! You must have quite an eye for such tasteful fashion.
Lotta: Reckon course! Lotta Hart knows her stuff! *The camera incident of earlier seems to be all but forgotten as she smiles at Luke.* So, what brings you to the museum, Ron?
Atmey: My adamant adoration of sir Hokusai's historic work, of course... Why, to examine such historic art pieces is a privilege one must take advantage of! And this outfit? Merely my way of showing respect for the artist. To view such an extravagant work of art, one must appear extravagant himself, I always say!
Lotta: Sir Hock-- oh! This guy! *She looks back towards the prints, squinting a bit.* Reckon that makes sense. I'm jes' here to take some pictures-- well, I'm really on the tail of a huge scoop, but I thought I'd take a break 'n' see some... *She grimaces, though Luke probably wouldn't notice.* ...culture.
Atmey: A huge scoop, you say? *Once again, Luke is suspicious that Lotta's on to him. He sweats bullets, though the mask thankfully conceals all but the slight change in his tone.* And just what might that be? Surely, there's nothing of great interest here aside from the artwork on display!
Lotta: *She grins smugly-- the fact that she doesn't technically have a scoop doesn't really matter.* 'Course it's not here! It's... well, I can't really tell y'all where it is. I mean, y'never know who could be listenin'! But... *She holds the camera at the ready.* ...reckon it'll be the biggest thing this side of the heartland!
Atmey: ...Of course. *He instantly regains composure and is back to his confident self.* I'm sure there's a grand legend waiting to be captured on camera somewhere around here, madam Hart. You must keep looking, is all! *Glancing at the time, Luke realizes he should really be on his way.* But alas, I am not so interesting. Perhaps it's best I go elsewhere now...
Lotta: I think you're pretty interesting! *Lotta smiles genuinely... completely ignoring his last commment, of course.* More interesting than all this, at least.
Atmey: *Against his better judgement, Luke decides bask in the glory of compliments before proceeding with his plan.* Once again you prove to have quite the eye for spotting that of great interest. Why, the man in front of you is of great fame, don't you know! *He spreads his arms and laughs a bit louder than museum ettiquete would dictate.*
Lotta: Really? *She racks her memory for his name and... thinks she remembers hearing something about a Ron DeLite on the news somewhere.* I guess I might've heard of ya; what d'you do for a living?
Atmey: *Luke smirks proudly under the mask, enjoying this a bit too much.* You might have read my autobiography, "My Life as an Ace Detective: Unabridged Edition". I was none other than that very Ace Detective, Luke Atmey!
Lotta: *She considers whether or not she's seen something like that in bookstores before... and then stops as the statement hits her.* ...Luke... Atmey?
Atmey: *Luke recoils in fear as he realizes his blunder. If he was wearing his prized monocle, it would surely have fallen off at that moment.* ...Did I say Luke Atmey? That is the name of my cunning archnemesis! I am simply the bumbling fool, Ron DeLite!
Lotta: *She plants her hands on her hips as it all comes back to her: that case that was all over the news last year! Phoenix's case! That was this guy!* You're... you're that thief! With the mask!
Atmey: *Cackling maniacally and furiously shaking his head, Luke has all but lost it.* That's right! Me! The sad, pathetic Ron DeLite! Here I am again, up to my old tricks of thievery! *He suddenly makes a mad dash for the museum's exit.*
Lotta: *She's suddenly abruptly glad she came to the museum-- now this is a scoop! ...Of course, then she realizes that she's letting the mystery thief get away, which would probably make for a much less exciting story.* Oh no, ya don't! *She dashes after him-- never underestimate the speed of a determined Southerner-- and grabs Luke by the legs, tackling him.*
Atmey: *With nothing but escape on his mind, Luke fails to notice his legs being grabbed and faceplants quite unceremoniously onto the tile floor.* AAAAYEEEEHHH!!!
Lotta: *As a guard rushes over to the two of them, Lotta moves forward, camera at the ready, and reaches to take off Luke's mask-- scoop of a lifetime is the only thought on her mind.*
Atmey: *Luke cries out in pain and brings his hands to his face - the outfit's gloves are instantly drenched in blood. Getting the mask on in the first place was painful enough, but now his nose is broken! He shoots Lotta the most vicious scowl he can manage at this point.* ...Satisfied, madam?
Lotta: *She jumps back, abruptly made squeamish by the blood, and stares at Luke in shock. The guard, by that point, has reached them, and he slaps a pair of handcuffs onto Luke's wrists.*
Atmey: *He can only continue to scowl angrily at Lotta once he is shackled, the effect lessened by the tears welling up in his eyes from the pain. Combined with the blood trickling from his nose, it makes Luke look like the sad clown, indeed.*
Lotta: *It's only until after Luke is dragged away by the guard that she realizes she didn't get a single picture. She wonders for a moment if anyone will believe her, then turns to go finish her photos of Catsushi Hokeysay's exhibit.*