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Sometimes the stars align in the most unexpected places. Our heroes are in position in this one special room. And this is one of the reasons why this honest thief is still here. There's a quiet and precise saunter as the Dream Lord drifts among the rat Prince's room as it cosmically moves with this man in robes against the cool night. The ceiling height over this Prince's bed is deeply exaggerated. He is snoring. And if it were anyone else being there besides them, the sound of it would have had an early death through suffocation of pillows a long time ago. It's 9:54pm. The room is quiet. Everything is perfect. And Sam. Sam is upside down slowly descending in a vertical roll attached to a harness on a wire-FLYING rig. All black. Sweet sweet leggings. Bone-conducting headphones around the back of his head. The shirt wears sewn in belt loops to hold an accessorized range of things. Most importantly: - a Poloroid camera. - two rubber chickens attached to the chest as padding, - and wearing that stupid stitched beanie as a hat to top it all off. Naturally. The beanie is the first thing to fall. It hits the floor next to Oneiroi who is kneeling by a bedside. He gazes towards the fallen object and then poetically glides his eyes upwards to this entire heist happening before his eyes. The others are clueless. But he's patient. And waits. A gentle whisper makes it to the witches head as she controls the struggling pulley system. {[whispers] I feel like a lighthouse!} echoes in the exaggeratedly tall room as Sam slowly spins downwards. The first Prince, in the other room next door, is pacing around. Anxious. Groaning in the small corridor. Oneiroi's eyes glide to that behind him as hears him leaving, heading in their general direction. There is a bit of commotion, and out of pure dumb luck of flailing around, Sam's legs accidentally kick the rope on this descent. This wasn't planned by any means, but a little knowledge goes a long way. The witch grabs hold of the him and starts to back up the pulley system. He's confused. And it's fine. This is all fine. As a surprise to no one, Sam is having a very difficult time not saying anything or having voluntary commentary. His face is turning red. Having to actually sit still is proving to be a challenge as the he finally notices first Prince walking into the room.He sees nothing other than his sleeping brother. We're just hanging there. Lingering. And about to mentally explode. The first prince has a bit of mindless meandering. He takes a lemon from the fruit bowl after clearing his throat. As he walks out, he picks up the nearby waste bin. He's visibly sick, and shortly there after starts to puke. It's not pretty. >> What part of staying quiet don't you understand about this whole operation? {[whispers] You know what, I really don't communicate well with SHROUD!} >> What is that supposed to mean? {[whispers] It's a texture thing. I can't explain it.} >>That doesn't even make sense. We're being lowered back down again. Oneiroi is still watching this entire ridiculous debatable. There is a mouse now showing up at the far end of the wall approaching. The witch is struggling to deal with this entire heist for a variety of reasons. Mostly, because it was never in her contract. But she ended up doing it anyway. And somehow has managed to safely get Sam somewhat respectably standing on the frame of the rat Prince's headboard as he's sleeping. The Dream Lord has now approached both of them. Sam looks around. | |