[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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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.

Meghana might be snapping pictures of this, of course.

And notes are left behind in the rooms of the victims. Lovely calligraphy notes.

For the Lord Jack:

'The Lady Jack has a knack,
so your breeches won't be in ditches.
So enjoy just a short holiday from your costly Dolce.

From,
Your Aficionado (who just loves anaranjado)"

For the insufferable Nine:

"Ask your dear Lady Jack to where your pants are at.
And just remember to give accolades to wild little mermaids.
From,
Your firefly of a lorelei"

For the poor true victim of this debacle, Vincent:
"I know you dress sharply, I hope this doesn't hurt you quite smartly.
Your silk is fine and you'll find out where your clothes are from a Nine.
From
A smart little Heart.
PS- Oh heck, they're with Avery. [just a smiley] "

And a banner is hung by the Heart raiders that can been seen somewhere visible.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Spades, You're Welcome. - The Hearts"

The word 'Hearts' being in red glitter, of course.

The security tapes will see figures of course, but all but one is masked. And the unmasked one doesn't have enough clear shots but if they're patient or upset enough, someone can figure the bouncing figure is Lasandra Adare. Those who have stolen clothes might want to have a word with the thief. Others might just want to gawk at the gentlemen. Others might have fits over the banner. It doesn't matter.

(OOC: ALL THE REACTIONS. ALL OF THEM. :|)

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."

...that was meant to be livid. I can spell, I swear. XD

[is_to_art]

Oh, he's annoyed. Very annoyed, in fact, but he's hardly letting that show.

He fishes his cigarette case out of his back pocket, removing a cigarette and placing it between his lips: "It will be dealt with, rest assured."

Is okay, character rage leads to incomprehensibility?

[bitchwithabite]

"It better be. If Victor doesn't punch some skulls, I will. No, I don't care that I'm a Six and that several of the guards rank higher than I do. This is intolerable -- not just that the invasion was led at all, but that not a single one of our people saw it or thought to stop it." Grinding her teeth a little, she forced herself to look away from that banner, the one that mocked all of them.

Noting the cigarette, Amy lifted a brow. "You got a spare one of those you wouldn't mind handing over? I could use it." Or a drink. Or almost anything that would serve as at least a minor distraction while they tried to figure out how to handle it.

"Clothes are easily replaced, but it'd be nice to know where they went."

Quite so, quite so.

[is_to_art]

Nico offers her the cigarette case: "Oh, I wouldn't want to trouble our dear Ten when he is still recovering from his injuries."

A livid Victor was the last thing anyone needed, after all, and he already had a rough idea as to who the ringleader was. Vengeance would be swift and creative - or perhaps long and lingering, he hadn't decided yet. "I don't suppose anyone saw anything?"

Re: Quite so, quite so.

[bitchwithabite]

She took a cigarette with a grateful expression, placing it between her lips and lighting up before even thinking about responding.

Finally, she rubbed her face. "No, no one saw a damn thing. That's the part that pisses me off. They put us through hell and back for training, and when it comes down to needing to have eyes, everyone is suddenly blind." Amy wouldn't go so far as to say it wouldn't have happened if she were on duty, but there certainly would have been at least one person to see something if she had been around.

"What do you think, will the King be amused or as angry as we are?"

[is_to_art]

"They must have used the tunnels, then." A logical assumption, considering. They probably came in through one of the other Castles - Clubs, if he were to guess, since he could see Mills' fingerprints all over this.

"In which case they could hardly be blamed." There were some that were really quite ancient, after all. Known to only a few.

"And I dare-say it would depend entirely on the mood he was in." David was a complicated man, after all. More so than most realized.

"Someone should really do something about that banner." This is added more as an afterthought.

[bitchwithabite]

It didn't matter how they got in. It didn't matter how they got out. What mattered was that they had, and gods in heaven who would even think about doing something this horrific to her Suit?

"Well, it'll be rectified. I'll talk to Victor, see about having people posted at every possible entrance to this castle in addition to those doing patrols inside and out." She shuddered again. "I'm gonna assume that no one left anything for you to wear, or you wouldn't be in...that. It looks like an art lesson puked on your pants and a shirt was made from that same vomit."

At the very least, Amy could feel safe in the fact that the banner would be Dealt With. Promptly. "I suspect it won't last long. Once Chives sees it, it'll be gone."

[is_to_art]

"Oh, I daresay he'll be along shortly." Chives did have a knack for that sort of thing after all.

"I'll pay a visit to Ms. Sankaran, to see if she can't shed any light on the identity of the culprits."

After he finds a decent shirt. Even he has his limits and wandering around in a Hawaiian shirt is pushing things too far. He might need to visit the stables later or break something before this turns into a bad day.

[bitchwithabite]

She nodded. "You do that. I'll make sure every guard in this castle knows that if I see anyone else in here who isn't supposed to be here, they'll be justifying it to me, Victor, Seiben, and Julien, and whoever decides on the harshest way to deal with it gets to deal with the guards who let those people in."

No, she didn't care if that hardly made sense. She was fuming and her head was starting to hurt.

[oneirophiliac]

"Yeah... red glitter's sort of tacky these days, don'tcha think?" This is Annie, being so very, very blasé about the banner. Because she hasn't seen the gentlemen in question yet, but the banner indicates something interesting.

[piquedbutler]

What is this blasé. Unacceptable.

"A touch, Miss Annie. Now if you'll just pass that."

The lighter fluid is on the other side of the Twos helping demolish the signage. And is necessary. Give the butler the can before his fingers twitch him into a tizzy.

[oneirophiliac]

Giving. Because one obliges when caught in the middle of a chain of passing. "Don't see how it's that big a deal. The Hearts can't do much worse than this."

So naive, Annie.

[piquedbutler]

There are Millions of Implications, permutations, problems with the entire situation. At the moment, of course, the butler's primary focus is on the fact that glitter is not entirely unlike The Worst Thing Ever for persons attempting to create a Clean Environment.

Which he does not have the patience to explain right now. Not to Annie, not to anyone.

"Do you not find it entirely disrespectful?"