17223/Heist, Uninterrupted

Heist, Uninterrupted
Date of Scene:	19 February 2024
Location:	Rubin Museum of Art
Synopsis:	Kiden Nixon slips into a museum that's been breached 'accidentally' by the Juggernaut. Slipping through in No Time, Kiden's able to retrieve something that will get her paid when she delivers it to her short-term partner.
Cast of Characters:	Cain Marko, Kiden Nixon

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Cain Marko has posed:
Some time ago the Juggernaut strolled on down West 17th Street, heading eastbound between 6th and 7th Avenue on an otherwise unremarkable weekday afternoon. After stomping over a small eco-friendly car after some fool dared to pay the Juggernaut insult; the Big Red Meanie had taken a moment to catch a breath. He leaned against a building for his moment of respite and in typical Juggernaut fashion the exterior wall of stone and its bay window were shattered. The wall shared between the Rubin Museum of Art and an otherwise unremarkable - but expensive - cafe next door crumbled inward. A combination of stone, wood, glass, dust, and other debris collapsed into the museum's first floor entryway and the Juggernaut ventured onward. He wasn't responsible for the structure's shoddy architecture - at least that was surely his law-abiding thinking.

The Juggernaut's nearly a couple blocks away when a young woman across the street takes a final glance up and down the length and breadth of West 17th. In that moment she commits herself to a job.

Across the street the Rubin Museum of Art has been effectively breached. While some onlookers and frantic pedestrians had only began to gather near the Juggernaut-sized hole in the wall; many others ignored it altogether in typical Big Apple fashion. From within a few shouts of alarm can be heard - the frantic, terrified wails of some art critic or three who's had the scare of their life while having never really been in any sort of tangible danger. They'll surely tell everyone about their totally legitimate and authentic brush with death for the remainder of their uneventful lives.

The road isn't clear, but when time slows to a practical stand-still - that isn't very important. A cyclist is weaving his way along the street, but like everything else in the vicinity of the young woman he is practically frozen. Astonished pedestrians remain scattered throughout the vicinity, some midway through taking pictures of the damage wrought by the Juggernaut. Many mouths hang open in awkard, strange ways that is indicative of a speaker now locked within the act of speech. The flash of a cellphone camera sparkles and blasts its way from the back of a phone cradled within the halted hand of its wielder.

The way is clear and for Kiden Nixon it is an urban landscape of colorful wonder and delight; but she has a job to do and a screen of dust hangs in the air, acting as the curtain that must be brushed aside to gain entry to the museum turned demolition site. To her eyes the young mutant can practically pick out each granule and grain of dusty debris hanging in the air, capable of manipulating them each and identify them individually as if she would ever grow so board as to name each molecule of dust hanging frozen in the air.

Kiden Nixon has posed:
Headphones on, hoodie up, a cup of coffee in one gloved hand from that totally way too expensive coffee shop, Kiden dances to her own drummer. Or at least, to the playlist she has running on her phone just now. The world is beautiful, and so very, very quiet. She can enjoy herself as she slides around and behind and between people, looking to avoid the flashing cellphones, if only because tech is getting pretty sophisticaed and someone doing that quick flash series of pictures might accidentally catch someone they shouldn't.

She sips from her hot cocoa with extra marshmallows, draining the cup and dumping it into a perilously tilted garbage can that will surely spill out onto the street... but that's not her problem! Pulling a small pair of wire snipes from her back pocket, she slips between coffee shop and art museum, admiring the curtain of dust and gravel suspended in the air before simply pushing it out of her way, parting the curtain to slip through.

Kiden was given pretty clear directions on where to go to view the item in question, so she simply heads that way! Still dancing to her music, skipping and sliding around the frozen guards, making faces at a few of them that can't be seen. She has a rock to collect!

Cain Marko has posed:
The curtain of dust and debris parts readily beneath the gentle sweep of Kiden's hand. The crunch of glass beneath her feet will surely create a rather authentic and briefly alarming sound when her presence in this alternate stream of time corrects itself. The guards may never glimpse her - or her face - but the intense scent of Irish Spring soap will surely linger, even if they only caught a whiff of it for the most fleeting of moments.

Across the debris strewn floor she travels, stepping with a bit of dancing liveliness and passive care as she weaves among the patrons frozen midway through gathering to observe the spectacle of damage-turned-art. Already, surely, some artist among the crowd is seeking to turn the frightening event into some sort of post-modern art. That artist is probably the douchebag wearing rose-colored glasses and a scarf indoors, framing the scene with his hands.

Kiden's path takes her upstairs, carefully weaving her way through the scattering of human beings both ascending and descending the stairs. Most, if not all, of these people look like they could be lifted of a few things of value and possibly pay Kiden's rent - or share of rent - for at least a year.

The statuette is reportedly on the second floor and identified by the object identification number: 2014.102

Kiden Nixon has posed:
It's tempting for Kiden to mess with the patrons... especially the douchey aritst jerk with the rose-colored glasses... but she's here for a job, and the less people have to wonder about, the better. She does, however, snag up a fist-sized chunk of broken wall, just in case.

Thankfully, in No Time, Kiden has ALL the time. So she simply dances her way up the stairs (people are lazy, preferring escalators and elevators, so the stairs are usually the better bet) and towards the exhibit holding the statuette she's after. Sure, she could grab watches and necklaces, rings, expensive bits and bobs... but that would lead to questions that Kiden doesn't want people answering.

So instead, she makes her way to 2014.102 so she can better examine the item, the stand it's on, and how to remove it from the stand with the least amount of fuss.

Cain Marko has posed:
Up the spiral staircase, the second floor can be found lit by soft yellow lights and with ceiling panels that seem to glow purple. These colors combined, along with the various styles and forms of art on display upon individual plinths or clustered upon shelves, lend the small art museum an air of quiet sophistication and regality.

It doesn't take long for Kiden to slip among the few patrons still going about their business as though nothing ever happened. She finds 2014.102 tucked within a small corner within a greater display. Behind a roped section of the gallery a full display of ancient Tibetan art, furniture, and other items of cultural significance can the sought after object be found.

It rests atop an old chest, as though nothing of any true value. It is set upon the top of the cube chest in the same manner that one may place a framed picture on a desktop or shelf. The tall, rectangular cuboid shape of the stone object allows it to stand out from many gaudier objects. The designs carved along the length of the statuette seem reminiscent of the flow of water and wind, creating a rich tapestry of those elements that helped to shape the rich plateau landscape for the people of Tibet long, long ago.

Judging by all appearances it seems as though the small statue is unsecured to the chest and vice versa. While Miss Nixon may have arrived with her snips at the ready; it appears that they may be unnecessary. It's just sitting RIGHT THERE, ripe for the taking.

Kiden Nixon has posed:
Kiden moves along the upper floor of the museum, even taking a few minutes to appreciate the art and exhibits housed here. She might have to come back sometime and really enjoy this place! But for now, there's business at hand, and she aims to be in and out before security even knows anything went down.

Approaching the appropriate exhibit, Kiden carefully steps her way over the rope that keeps people from getting to close, playing a bit with the snips as she gets closer. Leaning in over the exhibit and thinking 'snip-snip' to herself as she prepares to do just that! Finding it apparently unattached to anything has her pausing and glancing this way and that to see if she can spot any other sort of security measure.

Barring finding anything unusual, Kiden will reach out carefully to get a grip around the object before willing it into No Time with her. Should nothing catastrophic happen, she'll straighten, grin to herself while keeping her head down and face away from any cameras, then head back towards the gaping hole in the museum wall!

Cain Marko has posed:
When something doesn't appear to be of any significant value outside of the cultural? It's less likely to be secured. When surrounded by gaudier, pricier, and more flamboyant shows of Tibetan art? A simple statuette of worked stone doesn't excite the senses quite like the other displays that surround it. Yet there is allegedly a buy looking to pay thousands for it. Sometimes even the experts don't quite realize the value of the glorified knick knack that they possess.

Kiden lifts the ten inch tall statue with ease and upon taking it from its resting place atop the chest? There are no alarms, there isn't some click of an explosive trigger or some pressure plate about to blare an shrill screech of warning, or even the softest chime of notification that an object has been shifted from its proper place.

A glance toward the other patrons indicates that Kiden's mastery over the expansive period of No Time remains unchallenged and like one of the world's most accomplished thieves (who totally isn't a thief, promise) she's ready to snatch and run with her newfound prize.

The route out is accompanied by the beginnings of B Martin, Capri, and PACANI's I'm Blue beginning to play in Kiden's ear buds as she dances, bobbing and weaving her away around the patrons with her newfound loot cradled within a hand and arm.

There's not a trace of the young mutant save for the few prints of her shoes left in some of the dust and debris near the entrance. Fortunately a few steps of other patron's feet will scatter those prints and the breezes sweeping through the gaping hole left by the Juggernaut will further serve to eradicate the No Time raver's physical presence from the scene as she makes her way from within the Rubin Museum of Art.

Kiden Nixon has posed:
Kiden bops and dances her way out of the museum, breezing past patrons and security alike, still avoiding those with phones upheld so she doesn't accidenally appear on any form of media (she's not sure it works that way, but better safe than sorry!). Once she's clear of the building, Kiden dances her way down the street to where she stashed a backpack, tucking the statuette securly inside it, surrounded by some clubbing clothes she hasn't quite managed to get into a drawer or on a hanger yet. Safely settled onto her shoulders, Kiden Nixon dances her way towards an area of town where there ISN'T a Juggernaut wreaking havoc!

Along the way she spots something... Oo, pizza! Tucking herself into a nearby alley, she drops out of No Time, still bopping along to her music as she dances up to the street vendor with a bright grin and a five dollar bill, "Cheese me, please!" Handing over the bill, she accepts the pizza slice and happily chomps on it as she dances her way down the crowded sidewalks, some blocks away from the museum, watching with the rest of the pedestrians as police sirens sound and the cop cars whizz by. Just another face in the crowd, happily munching her pizza and gawking while she plans her celebration for a job well done!

Just as she's finishing her pizza slice, dusting her hands off, cries from the crowd around her pierce through the headphones and she looks to the pointing fingers, eyes widening to see some poor dude wheeling through the air with what looks like Rogue of the X-Men flying Hellbent for leather after the guy. A last second catch has the crowd cheering while Kiden simply clucks her tongue and fades back into the sea of humanity, once more dancing to the beat of her own drummer.