14963/Pop'n'Lock Don't Stop K-pop

Pop'n'Lock Don't Stop K-pop
Date of Scene:	19 May 2023
Location:	Urban
Synopsis:	A trio of thieves get more than they bargained for trying to loot a Tech store. Bound and tied and made to bear muffled witness to some amateur moves of Bluebird, the arrival of Silk is a kind of deliverance. Silk shares some wisdom and grace, and Bluebird can't ignore what she serves up. The thieves are spared further mental trauma from the BoP vigilante, awaiting the authorities, and the two crime fighters relocate to a better place to practice.
Cast of Characters:	Harper Row, Cindy Moon

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Harper Row has posed:
It's late, it's in the city, and most good folk are trying to sleep before contributing to society in the morning. This is the time of night when stores are closed and locked up. The perfect time to rob a place after casing it.

A crime has been committed.

If anyone agile and observant happens to be on patrol, they'd see a tech store still providing some illumination from within. No overhead neons, but rather from a series of televisions, poltergeist-style with static and flickering images. Noise next, with a kind of catchy boom-boom-boom bass line that makes the glass panes shudder. If the place is being robbed, it's by the worst and clumsiest criminals. Possibly teens having a laugh?

Cindy Moon has posed:
There is a wily, agile, and very much less rookie Cindy Moon out on patrol. Thwip thwippin' through the city, bending and swinging as she passes from one borough unto the next. When the unmistakable, catchy, boom-boom-boom of robbery base assails her from where she, conveniently enough, had stopped for a short rest on the edge of the building above the tech store.

Her head tilts, peering down at the flickering glow of television light coming from the windows... And then she side flips, thwips, and lets the web pull her descent to a slow landing outside one of the big windows. She opts for the less subtle approach.

Cupping her black/red gloved hands around the side of her face against the window to peer in and, when/if she spies someone, raising a finger to tap on the glass to get their attention and wave.

Then give them the no-no finger wave.

Harper Row has posed:
The inside of the shop looks like it's in partial disarray. The telltale signs of a trio of burglars having forced their way in the front door with the elegant application of an inelegant crowbar and sledge to the door. Peering inside will reward an observer with the sight of scattered appliances, phone cases, leading up to the selection of major televisions. Sitting before the banks of connected displays are a trio of would-be thieves. Their heads, partially ski-masked, usb cords wrapped around their open mouths, wound multiple times...they all turn at the tapping of the glass. Their eyes are wide and they all hold a look that says 'Please help us'. Their ankles and wrists are also bound up with what they would have probably discarded in favour of better quality products.

The cause for their distress is the arrival of Bluebird hopping in front of them after arranging a second Club song to broadcast over the store's audio/visual assets. Her trenchcoat is off, and it's definitely not a superhero landing before them to show off. It's to show off some Pop'n'Lock. Bad Popping and Locking.

"And. And. And. Go!" Bluebird, her back to the store's windows and Cindy, seems oblivious. Her attention on the poor criminals being made to bear witness to her mid moves. "Unf! Unf! Ugh ugh! Check me! Annnnnd...Fuck!"

She just stops, having flubbed something she wanted to do and leans back her head and Platoon's at the ceiling.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Well that's certainly a sight.

Cindy puts her hands upon her hips and watches Bluebird do her shimmy shaking with a raised brow partially hidden by the curtain of black hair dangling across her half hidden face. She offers no reassurances to the trio of would-be criminals, but does point towards the door as if indicating she's going to come inside.

Which she does, tilting her head to and fro as she approaches.

Only to clap her hands together, twist her ankles out, knees pointing inward.

Her ankles slide in, one foot stepping forward as it adjusts, and another clap. A little spin, the other foot steps foward while the first slides back. Doing the rather ionic Fortnite dance which was made famous by Christopher Turk in Scrubs.

"Why are we dancing?" She calls out to Harper, from behind, as she dances.

Harper Row has posed:
It's Harper's turn to rotate her head on a gimble towards the new arrival. Beneath her partial mask, her mouth is visible, and her grimace of frustration turns to one of surprise. The transition between irritation to guilt, hand-in-the-cookie-jar feels like there's one of those visual gift shop toys that you up-end and watch dense liquids trade places. Excuses are surging to her lips. Cindy's approach, her style of advancing, renders them mute and unspoken.

The tied up thieves start to gabble, muffle-mouthed, a chorus of Stooges fighting to plead for deliverance. Harper swipes a hand over towards them. "Pst!" She watches owlishly at how graceful Cindy carries herself and her own head bobs with the bead and those movements. She snaps out of it and stammers, "I gotta learn how to do stuff like that, fast. It's important. It's for a thing I gotta do. A couple of things! There's something wrong with the accoustics in this place, and these idiots are no help!"

"Mmfffrr!" "Rrrrummmmrrr-rrrrr-mmmmrr!" They rock in place, one looks close to tears, poor boys.

Cindy Moon has posed:
Silk does a final spin and ends her impromptu dance move with her hands on her hips. Big brown eyes peer at the boy who looks like he's about to cry, then back over to Harper. While her own voice isn't quite as muffled as them what she's got all hostaged (kinda?), it's still through the scarf around the lower portion of her face.

"I can appreciate wanting to make an entrance and all, but there are definitely better wasy to practice your dance moves." With a hand coming up to pat the air, "Not that I'm saying dance moves aren't important... all I'm saying is you never want the robbers to see you practicing. They only get to see the finished product."

Head tilting. "Like most of my one-liners. Do you know how often I practice them before I use them in an actual fight?"

"It's a lot. I practice a lot."

Harper Row has posed:
Bluebird purses her lips. What she hears makes a lot of sense, though it still chafes to come up short when stepping off. The inward cringe feels like clammy hands pawing up the inside of her forearms. She shudders and offers a small curt nod.

Harper paces, and she's about to launch into a cartwheel or try her luck at a wall run and flip like she saw in Singing in the Rain, but hauls in her need to slap a bandaid on a gut wound that the evening has turned out. She fights with the obsession to claw back some sort of lesser win. Her fists clench tight and she grinds her teeth. "You really have to practice? It comes off so naturally." she mumbles and walks to stand over the seated and bound Perps. They are at the perfect height to deliver some extra injustice by fist or knee. She turns her head to speak over her shoulder. "You got anyplace to be? I'm about to send for a pickup and split before the Cops arrive." She tries to make her shrug look natural. "If you've got minute we could someplace close by?"

Cindy Moon has posed:
"Everyone has to practice." Silk assures her, thought some of it is only partly true. She is incredibly gifted naturally, but even natural talent only gets her so far. She bobs her head in a single nod and leans against a display with her arms laid across her chest.

If the perps were looking for assistance from her, they should keep searching. "There's a rooftop I fancy not to terribly far from here, yeah. Well there's a bunch of them, but there's a sepcific one with a nice awning... and nobody lives there so they wont mind some music." Said with her hands doing a little rotation.

Her head tilts again, peering through the windows at late night New York, then back to Harper. Now humming the tune of the song she'd been dancing too.