[log] Operation Blue Spade

[heart_the_art]

When the jeans arrived over the weekend, it struck her this idea was insane. It struck her twice over when the tweed came and so did the leopard prints. However, she was going to do this. She would make it happen. About 10am on Wednesday morning, Sandy shot a text at Zoe that the Hearts were about to slip in. Hadyn and Jeannie were invited but they

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Distractions

[heart_the_art]

Ms. Kattalakis is giving Mr. Dietrich about the on going report. For... hours. Sandy doesn't have to check for that. Zoe has the abilitiy to do this stuff. All she hopes is for a text when the distraction is over because that's their sign to goThe second was supposed to be Hadyn talking to Nicholas for hours but... something was going on. But that was all right. Sandy trusted Joon and Edgar and Sandy gave good instructions. They were good Hearts so she didn't have to worry too much. Hopefully extra help would show up

[is_to_art]

Nicholas is indeed shirtless, Lasandra, though it isn't nearly as uncommon as you seem to think. Have you ever tried painting in a suit? It's impractical, uncomfortable, and just downright silly.

Does he seem the sort to be silly to you?

The painting is more abstract than his usual fare, a mess of bright colour that vaguely resembled a sunrise. It needed some green, though - just a touch - and so he'll be mixing a suitable shade, his concentration entirely on the task at hand, and will have entirely missed the wily Six as she slipped on by.

Distracting him? XD

[maskofhearts]

Hadyn wasn't entirely sure how he'd been talked into this. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure he understood what exactly was going on either. But here he was, wandering into the room Nico was painting in, and folding his arms over his chest as he watched for a moment. And then, after a moment he cleared his throat.

"What are you painting?" He asked, pushing off the door to get a better look at the artwork in progress. He'd listened enough to Elisha talk about art that he could, at least, fake the interest in the work.

This shall be interesting.

[is_to_art]

Company, how interesting.

He pauses, slanting a look in the direction of the voice " -- a sunrise, I believe." It had, in fact, been something of an experiment. One he's not entirely sure was a success but he was cautiously optimistic nonetheless. "Though it appears to be lacking something."

'Stealing'

[heart_the_art]

There are busy hearts putting things away. Folded into secure luggage bags, pants are being packed up and will be carried away. They might do a tiny bit of snooping around, who knows? Whatever happens, luck would have it they don't get caught thanks to the insider help from Zoe and Meghana.
(Open for Sandy, Joon, NPC, and whatever Rekla likes since she's a mod and all. Just note on who you want to talk to and feel free to thread jump.)

[cuethehearts]

Why yes. Yes. This is the best of plans. Joon hadn't stopped laughing for five minutes when Sandy had explained it and then she couldn't wait to get involved. She'd hauled up several garment bags for the preservation of the gorgeous expensive menswear, not to mention a rack on which to hang them for a faster getaway. Always be prepared.

Now she's grinning from ear to ear as she whips through the closet. By previous agreement they're stealing from the Jack first, because both Nico and Vincent would (probably) be more merciful, and despite her speed she's being careful to fold them with their pleats. "You're a brilliant woman. Have I told you today that you're a brilliant woman, Lasandra Adare?"

[heart_the_art]

It's the most wonderful plan. The most beautiful plan. She spent a few good hours on this. Most of it trying to figure out the tunnels, about running up the stairs, when someone would be busy. Sandy came back a little earlier than planned and waved it off. And those bags? And the roll away rack was something she considered but didn't have. She did remember the colored tags to make sure the clothes don't get mixed up.

"I think I might have heard it a few times. But brilliance can be doused quickly, y'know. Holy crap. Is this jersey silk?" She's just going to stare at a dress shirt before she trots over to get a few more ridiculously priced pants. "How much silk does one person need?"

[cuethehearts]

"Always more, Sandy. Always more. I keep telling you this." She hangs up another garment bag and plunges back into the closet. "Not everybody can pull off seersucker," she says admiringly as she carefully folds them and they go into a new bag marked with a J♠.

"I like the Jack even more now. We have things in common," she crows as she finds a Yves Saint-Laurent dress shirt.

Aftermath

[heart_the_art]

Some of the clothes of Mr. Dietrich, Mr. Valentine, and Dr. Rhodes have been... whisked away to a safe and secure location within Diamond Castle. All the pants, really. Every last one of them except for the clothes they're wearing. Now, Sandy doesn't quite expect them to wear what she's left behind. Well, possibly Vince and Nicholas might want to get into a set of clean clothes. It just seems likely. Not gonna judge too much.

Nicholas will be getting a pair of neon leopard print underwear and a Hawaiian shirt. Enjoy those bold and bright colors. Vincent? A set of tweed pants. For the Jack of Spades, who rumor has it doesn't own a pair of jeans? A lovely pair of that's not quite 3,000 dollars, but it costs more than Sandy would usually spend on clothes. But for an epic prank and a peaceful state of mind? Priceless. A nice jab at all of them, if she said so herself. And if Avery's notes were correct, they should all fit perfectly it not like a glove

All the RAGE. And mild amusement. But mostly rage.

[bitchwithabite]

Amy will be standing here. Staring. This is why she doesn't like Hearts, people. Invading Spade Castle and doing Things? No, no, and no. We do not do Invasions.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now."

[is_to_art]

Nico is far too amused, both at the prank and at the effect it seems to be having. The Castle guards in particular must be living.

Jamming his hands into the pockets of his ratty, paint-stained jeans. "Problem, Six?"

[bitchwithabite]

She cringed at the sight of the typically immaculate Nine in jeans. And not just any jeans, but jeans that looked like they'd been pulled out of a dumpster. She wasn't even a guard anymore and this had her wanting to install new walls where those tunnels were supposed to be.

"Yeah, I'd call this a huge problem, actually." He was amused. Fine. Vinny wouldn't be, and she'd bet Seiben wouldn't be amused, either. This was a train wreck, and what did it say about Spade security? "I don't know why you're smiling right now, Nicholas. This isn't funny."