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[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground - Dining Room
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color] (RR: Internet Skills)[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=purple]"Would they be able to get into a strip club?"[/color] Waverley pondered, flashing a glance over to Casper. His party boy past might be able to come in handy, figuring out if the pair of teens would be able to get in. [color=purple]"Sunshine's eighteen, and Max doesn't strike me as much older. If they serve alcohol, they probably won't let anyone younger than 21 in. Hell, I probably won't even be able to get in, being ninetee-...wait, what's the date?"[/color] Her thoughts were derailed as she pulled her phone out of her pocket, clicking it to open up the lock screen.

	[color=purple]"Oh man, I missed my birthday...doesn't matter, I still won't be able to get in."[/color] There was a certain innocent sorrow to her voice at the realization, but she quickly shoved it away as she looked back up to find Callie and Jack were already making their way out towards the garage. She quickly got up, her chair squeaking as it scooted out, and followed behind them. When they crawled into the car, Waverley took up the seat right behind Callie. 

	[color=purple]"Hard to plan for something when we don't know exactly what to expect. That said, I can see about getting into the club's security cameras before we go inside. If Sunshine's there, she should stick out like a sore thumb; I don't think she has anything that'd resemble clubbing attire,"[/color] she plotted, before her attention was pulled instead to the green-haired girl. She sighed, having hoped that the child would stay behind, safe and cozy in the hideout. She pulled out her phone, beginning to type, but as she did, she spoke.[color=purple]"Zari, right? Welcome to the Mutant Underground, in case nobody’s formally said it. Couple things: First of all, we're gonna have to try to be stealthy. So you might not want to carry that...robot head thing out in the open. Or the floating eyeball. Second, if we do need to fight, we fight to incapacitate, not to kill. Third...please don't die."[/color]

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Two rolls please: One using Waverley's internet skill to find out general info on the club, and then one to specifically find a picture of the owner and some info about them.
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