Thirty-Third Reel: tying up loose ends [CLOSED]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell, Namur, Rip, Rowan(??), Lydia for after
When: During the masquerade, but back before the fireworks end. It's nighttime.
Where: somewhere in Genessia City, a later private affair in Everglade
What: Grell really wants a book she read during her kidnapping months ago. Oh, and she wants to run out a local mob and take over their business. You know, Family Things. She also has something special for Lydia.

[Action: locked to Namur, Rip, and Rowan] On a rooftop overlooking a rather plain building, Grell is dressed in all black, yet won't even bother tying back her length of hair. It just felt odd to keep it neat after all this time of fighting with it loose. Below she can see a few of the people she's been keeping tabs on for most of the night. A smirk shows on her face, glad to know that some things are going according to plan. "They're running their operations in the baasement of this office building. It's a smart move, really. People stay inside after hours, so no one questions their comings and goings. Plus, you can easily see inside their windows. Who's going to bother looking underneath?" She turns to the rest of the crew, grinning at the possibility of some real action that has nothing to do with her job. "No one escapes the building alive. I'll take a few elsewhere. I've got a deal to make. We need to be back at the masquerade before the fireworks end. Any questions?" [Later, in Everglade: locked to Lydia] [Voice message] Lydia, dear. Could you come outside? I have a gift for you~! [Indeed, outside wherever the door to her wonderland is, Grell will be standing in the forest clearing with a few goons tied up and gagged, wriggling to try and get free.]

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[wonderland_vogue]

[It's not normal that she gets calls to come outside of her lovely little home, nor remotely common from her of all people. But she was promised a gift and there's only one thing that could be.

Thus she's grinning as a door is suddenly appearing on the outside of the building where it hadn't been previously, Lydia not bothering much for changing appearances for this sort of thing, best to put the fear of whatever into them, right?

But never has there been a lich as smug as she is right now.]

Oh my~ Now how did I earn this lovely gift?

[Action!]

[singinghuntress]

A little break from the party never hurt anyone, especially when the break involved a little target practice. Rip was still dressed in her gown for the evening as she stood near Grell and the others on the rooftop. Beside her was her musket, primed and ready to shoot.

"Kill all zhat try to escape. It zeems pretty straight forvard to me."