Party To Treason 2: Valdragon's Coup

[Florien]

Cpt. Sony and Cpt. Microsoft's Prison Plan

• You look high and low for someone willing to loan you a vehicle to cross the sea, but find no one willing to do so, not without a bribe or the law saying they have to. This is partly out of an abundance of caution and partly out of the cost of fuel and the dearth of small vehicles at the arrival point. You end up having to scrounge for plastic, much as Captain Blixbo did before you, and achieve much the same result, struggling to stay afloat in a terrible little raft too flat to prevent the acid from splashing onto you, but not so flat it capsizes and drowns you both in horrible fashion. You eventually make it across.
  
• You search without any real plan or idea for how to get anywhere for a good while. You end up seeing all kinds of sights, like the Acid Silos, the centrifuges, a dead prisoner no one's found yet, the deep cells, a vaguely familiar looking avian of enormous height, emaciated and nearly blind from the acid fog he's endured for the past year (it's quite thick down in the deep cells) several very rude guards, and after many hours of searching, you do find the listening post.
  
• Staying and eating is certainly a plan. PAPZY! and such products are provided. However, Captain Breakspear isn't one to let anyone be, and he saw you come in. He's already dealt with everyone else in the bar, and soon you're being asked all sorts of questions while you eat your food, some of which you don't have a good answer for. Your pictures are taken and Breakspear is going to try to verify your stories, and you begin to think it might serve you better to come up with more active plans rather than relying on chance alone. The storm passes and you continue on.
  
• You try to sneak out, this goes mostly fine, though you on multiple occasions have to try to physically fight prisoners. The guards don't help you, but the prisoners on their own aren't much of a threat. Only one gets close enough to get a shiv stuck in you, and most of them avoid you, simply because they'd rather not pick a fight with a group as an individual, which you are, being two people. You should probably get that shiv looked at though, and whatever the acid did to your legs while you were on your raft, while you're at it. You get out safe aside from that though.
  

Hm. I should make it clearer what I'm looking for in your operation conduct. Perhaps you'll all perform better under a bit more scrutiny and pressure from me, and with a bit more clarity in what's likely to work out for you. I'll grant you access to my wisdom after all of you... who are relevant of course. Captain Walson is in very deep trouble and does not have to attempt the operation unless she wishes to dig her way out of trouble. Either way we won't be waiting for her. But we are waiting for Captain Mac Cumhaill and... the cat, Lucky. Once both of them have tried their hand, I'll do a full rundown of what I think all of your problems are, and how exactly you are undermining me, as well as, if I'm feeling generous, some areas you do not need improvement in.

[PointMaid]

Victoria (Frankenstein) nods. She's taken a shower to wash off any residual acid that may have gotten on her after all that, and is trying to relax after that stressful experience with a drink.

[Oggy123]

"I need some treatment."

[LavenderDream]

Blixbo rolls back into the meeting room, before turning to Sony and Microsoft.
"You and me both. Looks like that boat idea didn't work all too well for any of us."

[TenOfSwords13]

ow me eyes... frick... heck... eh, it could've gone worse for me!

[Kennifer]

"It was certainly a challenge. Note to self, things don't always work like they would back home. My original home, I mean."

[Whistle]

Chef Beck collapses on the floor and sneezes.

[PointMaid]

Mmm, indeed. I don't think the prisoners even recognized that I was attempting to appear zombified. ...Although I guess those incidents were pretty well hushed up, I suppose.

She takes a hefty swallow of her drink to wash that thought down.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

After taking a shower, GWC comes back in, with clean clothes as he sets at the table, cradling his face as he sheds tears.

I've bribed people before and got off light. But this... this just took a chunk out of me. I just hope my investments at Cheyenne Falls pay off for me. What am I saying? Of course they will. They're the promising new residential complexes. Of course I'll make my money back. And then some. But sure, bossman. I'll listen to what you have to say. You probably have a better feel for these areas than I do.

Having cheered himself up, GWC puffs away on another of his fine Cuban cigars.

[Kennifer]

"I think my ego's more bruised than my accounts, I pull enough out of the ground to make up for the bribes in short time, at least."

[PointMaid]

Victoria F. cringes, and offers some of what she's drinking in consolation to the ego-bruised capitalists, if they're interested

[Kennifer]

Juniper nods solemnly and accepts a drink.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

While GWC normally wouldn't take drinks like this, considering his refined tastes, but seeing as how it's Victoria and they're all equals in wealth, he'll make the exception. He takes a sip.

What is this stuff? GWC asks Victoria quizzically.

[PointMaid]

Gin and tonic. The gin is good, I actually put some VC money in it.

[PointMaid]

She laughs as she realizes something. ...gin is flavored with juniper, in fact.

[Kennifer]

Juniper can't help but smile a bit at that.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Pretty interesting flavor, I will say, GWC says before finishing off the glass. Shall I interest you in some of my Chavarone wine from 1905? Only fifty bottles were made. This cost me $80'000. I had poured a glass during my helicopter ride to the prison. But that nasty air ruined the glass. But perhaps the rest of it isn't soiled as it's remained inside the bottle.

He pours himself a glass and sips it. Yes, much more better now that it's in a cleaner environment. Care to try some?

[Florien]

Using on the job, are we? I'll tolerate it, for now. But know that I will expect you to remain on good behavior, and that if you step even slightly out of line over this, I'll crack down on you so hard that you'll wish it was Sendri that caught you. I have no intention of changing the Alliance's Drug Policies once in power, and I can absolutely use this against you if you defy me.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Don't worry, sir. We're not savages you find at the zoo. We will sure to act in a dignified fashion during this downtime. I'll be sure not to get myself intoxicated where it affects the job. And I trust these people will tread responsibly as well.

[Kennifer]

"I can handle my alcohol just fine, and I've only had the one drink anyway. I've no plans of making a fool of myself."

[Oggy123]

"I don't even like alcohol!" Microsoft says as he lays down with Sony.

[noodlesnook]

Forbuis Túr Raidió // The Siege of the Radio Tower

Arriving on Rassaton is difficult…
Fionn covers his face with an impromptu gas mask he patched together on the way there. As he stands watching the fizzing sea, a memory flashes back into his mind.
A memory of Úna, the load of their soon-to-be-born child on her belly.
Of the sea, shining, vast, mysterious.
Of a giant, an absolute colossus, striding across the sea from somewhere faraway.
Of bread, stones baked into it.
Of the cradle, and the stones of the floor beneath.
Of stones, thrown into the sea.
Of stones.
Fionn mumbles something, cracking his knuckles.
“Commence Operation: Giant's Causeway.”
He gathers pebbles and bits of this and that ( all corrosion-resistant, he ensures ) and throws them into the water, forming what could vaguely pass as a bridge. 
And then, clutching the mask tight, he runs.

Now that you've made it across the water…
A hefty bribe, huh…
Fionn's hands immediately go to his belt. Something feathery brushes against his fingers, and he smirks.
“So…do you so happen to know where a man can find a -ahem- listening post around here?” he whispers into the ear of a guard.
“Only gonna do it for a price? Never mind that; I can pay.” At this, he reaches into the Crane-Bag and pulls out a jewel-encrusted goblet filled to the brim with- oh lord, is that blood? And are those crow feathers in there? Whoops. His hand returns into the deceptively tiny sack and comes back out with an identical-looking goblet full of golden coins. “And there's more where that came from.”
If it turns out the guard knows nothing, he'll just try it on the next one he sees. And if that guard doesn't know either, he'll ask the next guard. And so on and so forth.

On your way back from the listening post…
Fionn tries to leave the bar as casually as possible, then sneaks up to tear a sizeable chunk of roofing material off the top. He then runs for it, using the chunk of roof as an umbrella.

Another stroke of misfortune…
And another situation where his size comes in handy, Fionn figures. He barges his way through the rioting crowd. He wonders if he should bring out Mac an Luin to ward them off, but comes to the conclusion that if anything, he'd be doing the guards a favour by getting some dirty criminals off their hands. So, sword in hand, he starts fighting the prisoners, all the while making sure he's getting closer to the way out.

[PointMaid]

...For goodness sakes, we're in a coup, I hardly think the alcohol rules are what's likely to get us in trouble. I think at least some of us needed it after that. I'm not trying to drink to excess, either, as Ms. Banks and and Mr. Columbo say.

And I do appreciate the offer, Mr. Columbo. Intriguing indeed, I will take a bit if the offer is still on.

[TenOfSwords13]

legally i'm not meant to drink after that incident with the swans and the helicopter... but... can i please, cool Vic?

[wingedcatgirl]

So we back in the mine, got our pickaxe swinging-

Step 0:
Cats are too tiny to carry documents, on account of the fact that they are small. Lucky's collar has a different charm on it today, a ladybug charm with little cameras in the spots recording everything in the area.

1. ... how are you going to cross this deadly sea to the pitted towers of the Penal Colony?
The benefit of being a little kittycat is that you don't need a traditional boat. A simple bucket will do. Make sure it's made of that special plastic, and that it's washed thoroughly - buckets meant to carry acid tend to be used to carry acid, and we don't want any of that getting on Lucky.  Of course he can't wash it himself, but catching a mouse and dropping it in to see what happens will serve as a sufficient test, and when he finds a bucket that doesn't melt his prey, he'll have both his vehicle and a snack for the trip.

2. ...how are you going to find the listening post to actually retrieve the prisoners list?
Nobody questions a cat's motivations for wandering randomly. Or "randomly". All that equipment has to connect to the listening post somehow, and if Lucky can make a good guess as to the directions those connections go, he might be able to triangulate it. It's just like pouncing on moving prey, except it's not moving! ... And if that fails he can just wander actually randomly until he manages to find it.

3. ...Captain Breakspear, a loyalist who's stopped multiple covert attempts to bring down the government...
Lucky is just a little kittycat! He couldn't pawsibly be doing anything nefarious, he simply lacks the intellectual capacity for it! He shall wait out the storm, requesting pets and scritchies from Breakspear and the other bar-goers. He's not even worried about anyone finding his cameras, because the obvious assumption will be that someone else planted them. ... Okay he's a little worried, that'll still endanger the coup, but at least it won't endanger him.

4. ...One thing leads to another, and soon, there's a fight, and then a full-blown riot...
Oh no, Lucky is too tiny to fight! He must flee! Find a space too small for any prisoner to get into, and curl up for a catnap until the riot runs its course.