14469/That Touch of CLass

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That Touch of CLass
Date of Scene: 22 March 2023
Location: Big Belly Burger's
Synopsis: Joan gets kidnapped. No surprise.
Cast of Characters: Thomas Blake, Joan Wright




Thomas Blake has posed:
The text on Joan's business phone was succinct: Report directly to Big Belly Burger in Happy Harbor for an emergency job. You are urgently required. ~Lenny.

Well not the sort of place Joan usually finds herself. It does serve coffee, breakfast and tea. It's no Bean of Doom. In any case it doesn't do a lot of business this early. The place is deserted.

A man mops the floor, another mans the counter and a third unseen fills the orders in the litchen.

Joan Wright has posed:
Joan was pretty much getting ready to head to the office when the text came in. When she gets texts like that and key words like 'emergency' and 'report directly' are used, she knows very well this is not a dress pants type of day.

And while Big Belly Burger is not a historical or governmental buildings- well, there are sometimes overruling factors.

Either way with the short notice and the location indicating someone REALLY screwed up, Joan erred on the side of caution today and put on her SUPER SUI- err, Resist Weave outfit. Considering the Black straps going over the bright green and yellow attire with the added white construction hat and safety goggles. She's definitely high visibility when she comes into the location. There is NO 'I didn't see her' defense if anyone tries to cause problems.

As she comes in, she looks around, to assess for any damage.

If this is some sort of prank...

She looks over to the one mopping the floor, "Did any of you call in an emergency?"

Hidden behind Joan a tiny little roomba-ish bot in blue and pink hovers behind with a light briefly attached to the top of her dome to increase the visibility of the bot, just in case pink is not bright enough.

Thomas Blake has posed:
The cashier smiles and says, "We sure did. Have a coffee on the house. I'll get the manager." He nods to the fellow mopping the floor. He curtails hydrostatic maintenance to comply and vanishes in the kitchen. The cashier goes to the coffee station and indicates the pots, as well as the tea kettle.

Joan Wright has posed:
Finding no visible damage in the building, Joan seems momentarily baffled. But with the confirmation that an emergency was called in, she sort of relaxes. Reaching to one of the pouches on the outer strap, she pulls out a phone once more. Maybe this is the staging area for an actual recovery effort. Were there any additional messages?

The offer of coffee gets a nod. "Oh yes, thank you." She accepts, confirming once again that the message did come from Lenny's phone. "Well...it does check out." She comments, giving a shrug as she looks behind her to find Bailey has moved from her spot.

The pink and blue bot has taken the cue from the cashier and zipped over, preparing a cup of coffee. The light on the top of the bot spins, giving a bit of a yellow rave feel to the kitchen area. Maybe when there's time, Joan can find a properly contrasting color to pink to make a more intune caution light but, the bright yellow is effective.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Meanwhile, one street over in a newly renovated seaside house a man is sleeping with his pet kitty. Mind the bed is custom mad heavily reinforced. The human occupants usually sleep on futons piled on a strong box spring as the kitty, Rasputin by name, is a 600 lb. Siberian tiger. The tiger is really a sweetheart once he gets to know you, assuming you aren't eaten.

The man is a sweetheart too, assuming you aren't trying to arrest, stab or shoot him -Thomas Blake. Thomas frowns as his phone rings. It's his boring assed legit cell phone. That only gets telemarketers. Almost still asleep he grabs the phone, tells the caller several instructions they are not likely to favor nor perform and goes back to sleep. The phone rings again. Thomas wakes up fully and answers with a growl. Video call? Oh he will make them regret this. And he will defy anyone to have the nerve to identify him in THAT sort of lineup!

In Big Belly Burger a man follows Joan in looking very out of place in a well cut dark suit and a fedora. With a casual motion he fires a taser into Bailey Bot who sparks, does a <GASP!> emoji for the benefit of Joan's phone and falls to the counter, inert and smoking a little. The cashier holds a gun to Joan and motions for her phone. It's all very surreal, the meat and potatoes of theme criminals. Several more smartly dressed men file out of the kitchen. Their dress may spark a deeply repressed memory or two in Ms. Wright. their leader holds his phone up to video Joan. "There Mr. Blake, I'm sure you're taking this seriously now. No more offensive pictures I trust. Looking forward to s... hello? Let's get her in the van and get out of here before that Cro-Maqgnon sets on us!"

Joan Wright has posed:
Text from the right number or not, there's still something just wrong feeling about the whole setup. While Bailey sets about prepping the coffee, she brings her contacts listing back up and this time CALLS Lenny's number. As her attention is on the phone ringing, the beep of the push notification causes for her to glance to the screen. Seeing the emoji, Joan's eyes widen lowering her phone turning to move in the direction Bailey had gone. "BAILEY!"

When the gun is produced and pointed to her the architect starts to turn, only to find more people in that likely choice of escape. She starts backing away from the Gaston and Alphonese clones as she kind of enters a state of denial, "No...no...this isn't real-" Joan keeps backing up until she gets a sense of another person being at THAT door.

There's the motion for the phone again. Oh. Right. She sighs, "Is this a kidnapping?"

Her thumb brushes against the hang up button before locking the screen with a hit of the side button. "I'm really getting tired of this."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Living a life with far too many irate husbands, lovers, losers at gambling, and all manner of bad sports, to say the least, Thomas Blake knows how to roll out of bed and dress in a hurry. Years of practice. "Rasputin, come," he says. The great cat is instantly awake and padding by his side. Stuff is going down. Thomas throws the cat's heavy chain over this shoulder, like a sash and runs out the door, the tiger beside him. Rasputin for his part is thrilled to run without that darned leash. This is serious. The claws come out as Rasputin throttles dow to see where his human leads.

Thomas is fast for a human. Doddering and slow to the tiger, but shifty. A few people getting out to work get out of the way. Tigers are good for that.

Thomas bursts into B Cubed, 'rang in one hand, knife in the other, just as the regular staff is emerging from wherever the Dapper Men hid them.

A young lady was just catching her breath when the feral human bursts in. "M-m-mr. Blake... we'll be ready in a little bit... no chicken nuggets yet... don't kill me!" She starts crying.

"Awwww, Stacy. I never stab people where I live. I told you guys this wen I moved in." He spots Bailey Bot lying on the counter nea Jan's phone and a cheap burner, and picks her up. "Whoever pimped this Roomba needs to be stopped."

Then, the wail of sirens. "Stacy... you tell them I was... Stacy?" Stacy is slumped behind the counter.

Old habits die hard. Besides the HHPD would only slow him down. The last crime here was some kids joyriding in a fire truck and thy needed Shazam and Pantheon to find it. He vaults the counter, Rasputin behind him. Bailey tucked under the chain/sash. He makes for the exit.

"I should have changed out of my shorts, I'm freezing my ****s off on top of everything else." He flees the scene.