The hustle and bustle of the streets were in full effect. Endless blue skies and puffy white clouds reflecting off the numerous glass skyscrapers go unnoticed by almost all of the local citizens. Business is as usual in Arlandria, and business is better than ever. Amongst the dense buildings, Pennyroyal Plaza was a focal point to anyone. Security, both in uniform and hidden, are constantly roaming the property. High end clientele are relentless entering and exiting the main revolving doors. Bray Godsil only deals with those that have the biggest influence over the most important city of the east, possibly all of the Superunknown.
Pulling right up front, a luxurious all black vehicle stops with the driver promptly exiting to open the door for it’s rear passenger. Stepping out is a pair of black high heels. A white satin gloved hand extends, waiting to be assisted out of the limousine where the large Krogoth chauffeur promptly obliges. Out emerges a Lithoborne woman, wearing a formal yet almost scandalous black dress, sparkling jeweled earrings that glisten in every direction, fiery red hair and lips setting men and women of all races’ hearts ablaze, and a fashionable dark green purse with spaghetti strap tightly hugging her. She gives a quick nod as a thank you to the driver as she makes a hastily walk to Pennyroyal Plaza’s revolving doors. As she enters, the main lobby seems to be larger than the outside. White tile and marble columns accompanied by glass finishes. An enormous welcoming desk takes center, while more security and “regular workers” are seen walking through or conversing randomly throughout. The woman makes straight for the desk without missing a beat.
“I’m here for Mr. Godsil’s late afternoon meeting, '' she says sharply. The Machinehead working the middle of the desk replies “Name please”. Without missing a beat, “My name will not be along with the scheduled appointment, you can notify his security team that ‘Gwen’ is here”. The Machinehead responds back with a standardized question about the appointment, making it apparent that its AI programming was not strong in conversational adaptability. As ‘Gwen’ and the receptionist start to spar over whether she is allowed through or not, another receptionist, and Elfine, quickly keys in on the conversation. Automatically seething at the opportunity to put this “guest” to shame and thrown out of the building for trying to finagle her way in, she jumps in. “Excuse me miss, but without a full name or proper proof of an appointment we simply can not just let ‘anyone’ in. Now unless you can produce either I recommend you return back when you are able to”. A Human male receptionist is now side-eyeing the conversation with a raised eyebrow. ‘Gwen’ leans a bit in, with a serious hushed tone, “I understand what is required, but I also understand what Mr. Godsil ‘requires’ and if he finds out a missed appointment happened due to me not showing you something short of a pop-up book of the positions he enjoys most, I’m sure he will be less than happy. And no, you would not make it in my line of business after you get blacklisted from this one”. The Elfine scoffs, while the Machinehead appears frozen trying to process everything. “This is outrageous, instead of having you escorted out I’ll be sure to have security-” “Escort you to the elevator banks, Ms. Gwen was it?” interjects the Human receptionist. ‘Gwen’ smiles at him, then smiles at the open mouthed Elfine, then boops the nose of the still confused Machinehead. “Yes, that would be lovely thank you!” She waves ta-ta to the fuming Elfine as the Human ushers ‘Gwen’ with an arm around her lower back towards the elevators, where two very large Krogoths in black suits stand waiting. “Gentlemen, please escort Ms. Gwen here to Mr. Godsil’s receptionist, we will be notifying them of her arrival.” ‘Gwen’ gives a subtle wink at the Human receptionist and thanks him again, as he gives a blushing smile and nods in return.
The party of three steps into the shiny chrome finished elevator. “Kind of feel like a ziabit standing between two Mass Reactors, am I right boys?” The two Krogoths give no reaction as the one scans his thumbprint and selects the top floor. As they start to ascend, the other Krogoth pushes in his earpiece. “Yeah we're fine here, probably just a malfunction. Heading all the way up.” With that, Chelsea Dagger allows herself a huge grin. Tapping her heels together twice, she instantly perks up about six inches as the sound of metal unsheathing fills the tight space. She looks at the Krogoth to her right and in the blink of an eye she front flips; her left heel now sporting a blade impales the left Krogoth’s head from underneath his chin. Securing herself in a now much higher position, she swivels her torso and right leg out, impaling her right heel through the eye of the other Krogoth. “Well this is something I didn’t really think through too much” saying aloud as she realizes she’s near the top of the elevator in a full split, stuck to two Krogoths who start to slowly slump down. She walks herself down with her hands against the doors and kicks off both bodies. Taking the hand of the guard she scans the thumb to stop the elevator, giving her time to prep.
Chelsea detaches the blades from her heels, turning them into flats. She opens the elevator doors between floors. “Ah, just enough space, lucky me!” as she uses all her might to roll out the Krogoths to plummet to their temporary graves (not before cutting the thumb off of one and taking an ear piece). She turns her black dress inside out to a dark gray outfit with a bit more modest cut. She takes off the strap from her purse and unravels it, turning it into a belt to accessorize with her “new” dress. She puts her hair up and takes off her earrings, tossing the “jewels” into the corner, which continue to block the camera video inside. Chelsea resumes the elevator but not to the top floor.
As the elevator doors open, Chelsea is applying a darker shade of red lipstick on and quickly walks out. She surveys the lobby; with numerous glass doors leading to what look like highly executive offices. With the stairwell door spotted, she heads through. She makes her way up the stairwell and arrives at the door and once again is able to use the Krogoth’s thumb to gain entry. Chelsea steps into a hallway and there’s only one glass door entry, with a receptionist area directly behind it. She conceals the dismembered thumb with her purse and scans it to gain entry as if her own. “Hi, can I help you?” the receptionist asks. “Yes, you can actually. I’m a bit nervous as I don’t typically come up to this floor, I work down on floor thirteen. I’m supposed to meet with Mr. Godsil regarding a potential meeting with a client from Stellarvania and I’m really nervous and honestly would prefer for him to be too busy to see me and I love your dress. It's really pretty. Is there a bathroom I could maybe use???” Chelsea says extremely but very purposely nervously. The receptionist, very confused but convinced she is supposed to be there since she gained access so easily, offers to help Chelsea. They strike up a conversation. While the receptionist seems concerned “Gwen” hasn’t arrived, Chelsea continues to distract her into focusing on her issue. Ultimately the receptionist agrees to let Chelsea go in and wait for Bray Godsil as he’s at the end of meeting with other clients discussing “business”.
Chelsea weaves her way through, trying to go undetected but keeping an eye on Bray Godsil, who’s pretentiously laughing and wrapping up talking to other very well off men. She finds his office and is able to sneak inside. There, she takes out her lipstick and unscrews the bottom, dropping out the bug that Pheelae had asked the group to plant on Bray Godsil. She plants it on his desks and starts to make her way out. As she’s about the exit, Bray enters. “Excuse me, what are you doing here?” he demands loudly. “I’m sorry, I was here waiting to discuss an opportunity from Paradise but unfortunately I’m out of time. I will be out of your way” she says with a sheepish smile. “Ah, Selia at the front did mention that.” He pauses, looks her up and down, “You certainly meet the size but unfortunately not the age that Paradise usually provides”. Chelsea, walking away and able to hide her disgusted face, calmly replies, “That certainly is unfortunate, best not to waste your time then.” And before Bray could continue, she made her way out of his office.
Chelsea works her way out of the building as quickly as possible, knowing that lingering would only give her purpose away. She manages to make her way to a middle floor, and then uses the freight elevator to the basement of the building and out through one of the delivery entrances, where the security there pays no mind to someone like her leaving. She walks down about a block and stops at a bench. Pulling out a communicator from her purse, she calls a contact to pick her up. Breathing deeply, she feels accomplished and proud. “A bit higher on the risk scale but it sure does pay well. Hope they hear what they need to” she quietly says to herself. Her ride arrives. She takes one more moment before standing up. As she does, a giant explosion erupts from Pennyroyal Plaza; the very top of the building. Glass and debris shower everyone down below. “OH SHIT!” Chelsea exclaims. She hops in the vehicle and tells them to get out of there. Not much longer after the explosion, the IOBO devices on the group's items deactivate and drop off.