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[color=MediumOrchid][i]This mission just might go well.[/i][/color] 

Patricia leaned against the wall of the warehouse storage bay. Her eyes were focused on Blake as he spoke. For once, she wasn’t rolling her eyes at him, because what he was saying made actual sense. The seven of them had crafted the plan together, and although it wasn’t perfect (she had learned over the past year that no plan ever was), it was good enough. As long as it didn’t get completely blown up. She'd just be happy if it did go well. Well, happy enough. She was still bitter about their stolen vacation. For this mission, she had donned a long, plain, strappy black dress; tan high-heeled sandals; and a red purse. Among various other things, there was a gun, her fake ID (listing her as 21-year-old Patricia O’Connor), and a burner cell in the purse. Her ears were decorated with golden hoops, and she had several sparkly bracelets and a golden necklace on her person. Her nails were painted red. Her hair was done up into a loose bun on the back of her head, and her makeup (red lipstick, smokey eye, heavy mascara, etc.) had been applied perhaps a bit heavier than needed. Whatever. It had been Christina and Zoe who had orchestrated most of their outfits, anyway. 

[color=MediumOrchid]“Alright, then. Let’s go,”[/color] said Patricia after Blake spoke. She pushed herself off the wall, grabbed the blind-folded Brooke by the shoulders roughly, and shoved her along after Blake and Rumi. A stutter of fear ran through her at seeing the gangsters, but she quickly tamped it down. Oddly enough, she felt braver than she had last time they had all done something like this. It emboldened her. She kept an impartial face the entire time Blake spoke to the gangsters, although she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his stupid Irish accent. If he kept that up, they would absolutely be found out. There was no way anyone actually talked like that!

The gangster raised a brow at Patricia after Blake went in, to which she responded with a shrug. [color=MediumOrchid]“Same story as ‘im. ‘Ere’s me pass.”[/color] She fished it out of her purse and handed it to him. Her Irish accent was much less pronounced than Blake’s because she actually had some semblance of dignity, but she still found it a bit fun.

The guard took a moment to scrutinize her pass, but he eventually handed it over to her. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Have a nice night, lass.” He then clapped her on the shoulder and ushered her in.

As soon as she was allowed in, Patricia followed Blake and made a beeline for the boiler room. She was trying to look like she was being as rough as possible with Brooke while actually [i]not[/i] being rough, and it was a hard balance. If Brooke had been actually resisting, she probably would have been able to get away ages ago. The ship was opulent, Patricia noted, and crowded. If they were exposed in the open, they wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

Once they got into the boiler room, Patricia let go of her vice grip on Brooke’s shoulders and lifted up the other woman’s blindfold for a moment. [color=MediumOrchid] “Sorry about that,”[/color] she said, sheepishly. Patricia fully realized it wasn’t the best first impression for someone who actually seemed quite nice. [color=MediumOrchid]“Basically the same thing Blake said. Just sit here, look hostage-y, and if the Black Baron comes, well… call us and try not to die. Maybe don’t call Blake if he’s getting wasted though.”[/color] She gave a key and a cell phone to Brooke and then pulled her blindfold down again. [color=MediumOrchid]“Good luck.”[/color] She left the boiler room after Blake and went back to the ballroom, fully ready to do some sleuthing. 

The first rule of going undercover: Look busy. Patti headed for the bar and took up a seat a good ways away from Blake. Ordering a virgin drink might look a bit suspicious, so she just ordered a Shirley Temple. Her eyes flitted around the room, looking for the Black Baron. She knew he was old, but she couldn’t see anyone that resembled him. However, her eyes did set upon someone that made her blood run cold. 

[color=MediumOrchid][i]Malady. Shit![/i][/color] Patricia immediately averted her gaze and tried to school her expression into something resembling neutrality. She hadn’t seen the other girl since April, and she would be lying if she said she’d been looking forward to seeing her again. Why would Zero be here? If they were after something here… well, then, it was bound to be a shitshow. Hopefully, they didn’t realize that there were “hostages” in the backroom. She took an anxious sip of her drink and reached for her phone, fumbling. She checked behind her before she did to look for any over-the-shoulder creepers, but she took a discreet picture of Kat and sent it to the group chat, along with a text. 

[quote=Patricia][color=MediumOrchid]im at the bar too. spotted malady. for everyone who doesn't know, she's an extremely dangerous, classified villain. dont let her get you alone and dont let her touch you. hopefully she wont be a problem, but we should probably let christina know about this later. 

dont have any ideas. maybe we should wait and just watch the entrance to the boiler room? we should maybe talk to some of the mobsters around

also blake pls don’t drink that entire martini i stg i WILL hurt you[/color][/quote]

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Chad easily beat Jamie to the volleyball court, of course. Despite her head start, Jamie certainly wasn’t as good a runner like him. She tried not to look hurt and grinned instead. [color=Goldenrod]“Ooh, Starbright’s coming? We should totally wait for him!”[/color] A 2v2 would be much better than one of the other things they had thought of.

Jamie took her strappy sandals off and deposited them on the ground next to the court. It was no good to play with those shoes- she would trip! 

Before she fully realized it, Starbright had arrived, and he was talking about teams. Jamie almost volunteered herself to be his teammate, but Chad got there first. Oh, well. Being on a superstar’s team was fun and all, but she had Joseph! And he was… Joseph! She couldn’t think of any volleyball-related positive qualities of his. 

[color=Goldenrod]“Ooh, I love serving!”[/color] Jamie caught the ball effortlessly. [color=Goldenrod]“Heads up!”[/color] She threw the ball into the air, put her hands together, and hit it onto the other side of the net.

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