<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Full Rig</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alas, Dizzy wasn't exactly going to bring her school bag with her to the club, so she's basically going to have to get by without anything in her <em>Powers</em> list.  That still leaves her non-vehicle Equipment, which is all pretty portable.  I'll take that HP though.</div></div><br/>Dizzy glared indignantly back at the security team, time seeming to slow down for a moment as all eyes were on her.  While the right hand gripped her phone, the hand in her left pocket kept a button-shaped object pinched between thumb and forefinger.  When one of the guards stepped forward, her eyes practically sparkled.  If she could just get<em>one</em>of them to break containment, she could get the mini-tracer in play...of course, with so many eyes on her it was a<em>risky</em>move, but that just made the tense moment while the man stepped forward that little bit more<em>electric</em>.<br/><br/>When "Buzzcut" pulled the man back, it was an<em>effort</em>not to sigh in frustration.  The team diverted around her, she got her tiny public win, but when she checked her phone afterwards she confirmed that her<em>private</em>win column was still empty.  Then she<em>did</em>sigh, locking the screen again to hide her tools.<br/><br/>"Pft, don't be dramatic." Dizzy said with a bright, forced smile as Esther tried to caution her, "What were they going to do?  Merc a teenager in a middle of a packed mall?"  Well, with Brande Management she had to admit that there was a<em>chance</em>they might, but it seemed like Dizzy had correctly guessed that the group were in too much of a rush to do much more than deal with her in passing.<br/><br/>Of course, the fact that they had better places to be only enticed her more.  If there was one thing that Dizzy hated worse than being ignored, it was being left out of something interesting.<br/><br/>"Oh-kay!" Dizzy said, snapping a crisp salute as Alejandra suggested they get back to shopping.<br/><br/><em>Sorry, Missus,</em>she thought,<em>But I think I want things to be a little more exciting yet!</em><br/><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Like a Foxhound</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 11:42:48, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139304)</div></div><br/><br/>Dizzy ducked into one of the clothing outlets she'd been window shopping at earlier, though this one wasn't as flashy as what she'd been looking at before.  She didn't have a lot of time to find what she was looking for if she was planning to catch up after all, so, she made a beeline towards one of the racks, grabbing a purple zip-up hoodie (something she could customize a bit later) and a pair of black acid-wash jeans that didn't look like they'd fit her too snugly to move in the way she wanted to, and a bag to stuff her old clothes in.  She slapped the money on the counter, telling the cashier to keep the change as she made her way to the changing rooms in the back.<br/><br/>She tied her hair back, sure that the lady running the detail would recognize the color if she saw it, and then drew the hood up to cover her head.  That felt better.  The purple wasn't<em>quite</em>the right shade, more of a plum than the fuchsia she preferred, but there was<em>something</em>about being wrapped in her colors that just helped her get in the<em>mood</em>.  Bouncing on her heels a bit, she hopped back out into the concourse.  A voice caught her attention.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Skynet</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Doesn’t take a mind-reader to know where you’re headed,” she said. “And if you get into trouble again, someone’s gotta pull you out. So, do you have some suspicions about Brande, or is this just for fun?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Oh?  Am I getting predictable already?" Dizzy asked, tapping her chin and considering things, "I'll have to work on that."  Dizzy pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket and started tugging them on, strapping them firmly into place around her wrists and interlacing her fingers to make sure the fit was<em>snug</em>.<br/><br/>"It's more like my Spooky Senses are tingling.  Something feels<em>off</em>, and that's usually when you'll find the<em>best</em>intel." she tilted her head to the side and conceded after a moment, "Though, I probably<em>will</em>have some fun while I'm at it." she added, sticking her tongue out.<br/><br/>"Thanks, E, you're the best!" she called, tossing her bag under a bench that was set up near some decorative trees.  She couldn't afford to waste any more time if she was going to catch up to the Brande team.  Of course, Dizzy knew the layout of the Atlas Mall inside and out.  She'd spent enough weekends inside of it, after all, she certainly<em>should</em>... and that was<em>before</em>she'd pulled the blueprints of the place so that she could better study the security layout.  She just had to translate all that data into a destination for her quarry, easy, right?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Floor Plans</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 12:34:03, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139311)</div></div><br/><br/>Fortunately, after they'd gotten into the elevator, there were only so many places the group<em>could</em>be heading, and most of them were in the same direction.  Walking with the traffic, Dizzy leaned back a bit, watching as the tube came to a halt on the third floor, further tightening the noose on their potential stops.  There were no food courts on the top level, for one thing, only restaurants with eating areas that could look down onto the main thoroughfare of the ground level, and frankly that group wasn't dressed for such an occassion.  No, they'd be heading for the employee-only area for sure.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">PARKOUR!</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 13:03:20, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a5 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139314)</div></div><br/><br/>Dizzy stuck an arm out to slow the traffic behind her, looking up at the walkway over her head for a moment.  Then, with a smooth motion, she jumped, kicked off of the wall, and snagged the light fixture over her head.  A quick swing of her legs got her out from under the overhang, letting her reach up and hook her fingers on the bit of floor beyond the guard rail overhead.  Licking her lips, she let her whole weight hang from those finger tips, twisting and getting her other hand up, then switching the grip of her first hand.  A quick swing of her legs to build a little momentum, and she<em>pulled</em>with her arms, getting a little verticality as she sacrificed her grip.  Her hands snatched eagerly at the handrail, and her feet braced against the point where her hands had been a moment ago before she hopped up and over, earning a few claps and at least one whistle for her efforts.<br/><br/>There had been a lot of<em>eyes</em>on her while doing that, but no<em>cameras</em>, those tended to be pointed more at the store fronts and stairwells, after all.  A quick glance around told her that no one was moving to intercept her, so, she took a few quick steps, hopped onto the hand rail, and then out into space.  Her arms and legs spread wide as her body impacted one of the white columns that stretched from the floor up to the arched glass cieling, narrower here on the second floor and up than they had been on the ground level.  Like an urban koala, she shimmied her way up the column, pushing with her legs and then pulling with her arms in sequence.  When she got to the right floor, she stretched out to grab ahold of the guard rail again, gripping it with both hands and bridging her back across the gap as she shifted her legs to get in position.  The, with a kick, she brought her body up and over the handrail, landing with a flourish, bowing to her audience while tugging the front of her hood low over her face.<br/><br/>Then she was off, slipping into a side corridor where restroom signs were hung.  Of course, there was more than that down this particular corridor, she'd originally memorized its location because this was the way to the roof top access.  She could use that for her escape if she needed to, but first she needed to track down the Brande team.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Metal Gear: Dizzy</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 14:07:17, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139316)<br/>Uh-oh . . .</div></div><br/><br/>As she passed by the restroom, she blinked in surprise, seeing a push cart full of cleaning supplies and some wet floor signs up by the rest room.  Smoothly, Dizzy unzipped her hoodie, her black spaghetti-strap top leaving her shoulders bare and stopping a bit over her naval leaving a gap of bare flesh between the bottom of the shirt and the rise of her jeans.  She tied the hoodie around that tittilating flash of her belly, sweeping the baseball cap off of the handle of the push cart and tugging it onto her head.  Her red hair poked out the back of the cap in a long ponytail, but as she started pushing the cart she trusted the fact that no one looked<em>too</em>closely at custodial staff.  As long as she kept her head up and looked like she belonged, she doubted anyone would give her a second look.<br/><br/>Of course, anyone watching the monitors would likely take note of the young girl swiping a cart full of cleaning supplies.  In her rush, Dizzy wasn't<em>quite</em>as circumspect as she should have been regarding the presence of cameras.<br/><br/>Dizzy stopped at corners, poking her phone around them and snapping a picture to make sure that the coast was clear.  Well, she was<em>back</em>here now, she just had to<em>find</em>who she was looking for.  Idly, she considered asking Esther for a hint, but on some level she really wanted to do this on her own merits ... and, really, it was probably better to keep Esther on lookout rather than trying to scan particular minds.  A warning that security was converging on her location could be the difference between slipping away clean and not getting away at all.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Marco!  ... Polo?</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-09-11 14:37:29, Dizzy Harper (uid: 52581) rolls: 1d20a10 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=139317)<br/>Assuming it has the same DC as all the other checks, that's a success ... <em>barely</em>.</div></div><br/><br/>She paused at each door in turn, listening for a moment, listening for the sound of voices carrying.  Whatever these guys had come to discuss, she had a hunch they weren't going to be quiet about it.  Quiet, cordial conversations rarely required armed escorts, in her experience.  Idly, she noticed something else as well ... the floors.  At first she'd simply thought that Mr. Janitor was quite dilligent in his job, the tiles were bright and clean as they might have been the day that they were installed, her sneakers didn't stick to the surface at all.  Which she was grateful for, since it meant that her foot steps didn't carry unnecessarily.  As she glanced down, however, she realized that the corners near the walls were a slightly different shade, something closer to what she'd have expected from a building this old.<br/><br/>Which was when she realized that it was the press of the energy screen against the tile that was scouring them clean.  The curvature of the egg-like field didn't allow it to press squarely against the edges of the hall, and if it<em>had</em>it would've been knocking things off the wall mounts left and right.  Now that she'd picked up on that tell, she picked up her pace, half jogging down the hallway, watching for where the trail stopped.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, basically, Dizzy was more <em>quick</em> than <em>quiet</em>.  Given the Natural 1 on that second Stealth check, I'm thinking that even with the win, Brande is going to be able to identity her in the aftermath...</div></div>