A: His partner owns a bakery, right? What if he keeps a spare there?
Oh my goodness. The little cub felt like Goldilocks, stealing from an unsuspecting family! Which.. was interesting because she was a bear herself. But enough of that! Next time the cub should have double checked the actual place before well, breaking in...
Hmmm, the apple pie in the house smelled so good though. Which made her remember that the partner did own a bakery! Mmm sweet things... And following her nose (and stomach) always worked so far.
Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:02 pm
Choose A: Bakery
Mr.E watched as the seagull disguised phony disappeared back into the pool. Well that was cool. Odd, and she was a little miffed at their comments, but still cool. Least she made contact with another spy! Maybe she was on the right track for now?
But enough about that! It was time to think outside the box! Try new things! Get messy! And the most out of the box of places she could think of was the bakery. It didn't hold the glitz and glamor of the stage, tour bus, or dj club but maybe there was something else there...like a cape? His partner owned it so maybe he left it there one night after some late night baking? Maybe? She might as well check it out and see!
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:04 pm
Mission Two Results: The Net is Cast
If You Chose A...
You jimmy the lock on the bakery; the door creaks open, but mercifully, there are no night guards. The interior of the bakery is very, very dark; some ambient light trickles in from outside and tiny green lights flash on various appliances. You don’t want to risk turning on a light- that might attract attention. As you fumble in the dark, something catches your eye. Suddenly, you see it lying there- a soft, beautiful thing, light as a feather. It would twirl easily if you were to wear it… that is, if it was big enough to wear. This must be the tiniest cape you’ve ever seen. Still, though, nobody said you had to steal an entire cape- this must have been torn away in some kind of sexy baking accident. Giggling quietly to yourself, you flee with your prize. It smells of flour, but hey, you were just in a bakery. You get a safe distance away and hold it up to the light. It’s almost translucen… … … You idiot, you’ve stolen a crepe!
Embarrassed, you jam it into your mouth and destroy the delicious, delicious evidence. Quiet footsteps behind you freeze you in your tracks and you slowly turn around, afraid you’ll be caught. Your earpiece crackles to life. “Don’t be alarmed, Agent.” It’s The Boss. “We’ve received some intelligence that’s causing a… brief change of plans. That’s my agent behind you. Take what they give you, put it on, and go where they say.” A phony swathed in dark blue (harder to see at night than black) is standing behind you, a case in their hooves. “Put this on and get over to the Grand Ballroom. Your presence is necessary,” they whisper, then disappear, leaving you with a case full of formalwear in your size and glitzy accessories to match.
If You Chose B...
The tour bus is unguarded now, so ostensibly it’s safer; but as you struggle with the handle you realize it’s still locked. Annoying. Shining your light in the windows reveals nothing- perhaps you could break one? But as you ponder the bus situation, you hear hoofsteps behind you. Your earpiece snaps to life. “Turn around slowly,” says The Boss. “We’ve received new intel- you’re going to have to do a little extra legwork.” You turn around to see a… mail carrier? The phony has a shirt that says “Universal Exports” on the pocket and is carrying a plain cardboard box tied with twine. “Take the box, open it somewhere safe, and put on what’s inside. Then make your way over to the Grand Ballroom- the game’s changed, I’m afraid.” The mail carrier walks away and you hide to open the parcel. Inside is some lovely formalwear- just your size!- and some extremely classy accessories. You’ve got a party to attend.
If You Chose C
Two security phonies block your way to the auditorium where TACO last performed. “Sorry, pal,” one of them, a bespectacled, balding fellow with a moustache says. “Can’t go in that way. Concert starts in an hour, and the band’s already on stage.” You try to peek around them, hoping that maybe it’s TACO performing again- perhaps you could pose as a fan and sneak backstage- but instead it’s some group of giant stallions and the daintiest flutter mare you’ve ever seen. It would probably be pointless to continue searching here. You begin to walk away when you hear a noise from the bushes. “Psst!” comes a voice. The bushes shake. Puzzled, you stare at them as your earpiece whines. “Don’t be alarmed, agent,” says The Boss. “We’ve received new intelligence and have sent a recon unit. You need to go behind that bush and rendezvous with them.
The phony in the bushes is wearing night vision goggles and is carrying a duffel bag. She hands you the bag, which you unzip immediately; formal wear just your size in your favorite color peeks out. “There’s little time,” she whispers. “Put this on and head to the Grand Ballroom. Try to blend in.”
If You Chose D...
You can hear the nightclub long before you see it; the thumping bass is audible at a distance. There’s a line to get inside and you groan to yourself. You’re never going to get in there at this rate! A pink mare by the front with a clipboard eyes you, then looks at her board again. She grins and bounces over to you. “You’re on the list!” she says, smiling. “Come on!” Before you can protest, she grabs your hoof or hand and leads you away. “I’ve got a friend who’s just dying to meet you!” The bubbly mare leads you past the line, past the bar, and past the dance floor… and into a dark room. As her smile falls, it occurs to you that you’ve never seen her before and that you never told her your name- so how could you be on a list? Unseen hooves remove your earpiece and a burlap sack is jammed over your head as somebody tosses a rope around you. You can hear the bubbly mare hissing into a radio. “Somebody tell The Chief we’ve caught some of the interlopers,” she says. Somebody speaks back in a language you can’t understand. “Da, the plan is to say dosvidanya to these clown shoes and-“ The strange voice cuts in again. “What? Bring them- but- ugh, fine.” You can feel her getting close to you as she addresses the burlap sack. “Buckle up, comrade,” she says, her natural accent coming out. “Looks like we’re about to go for a ride." You are out of the game!
Eliminations
~Twilight...Angel~
Agent Sparkles shines no longer!
Hopelessly Pretty
Life gave lemons to Agent Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy!
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Agent Chemical X is x'd out!
Astraea Pandora
Agent Croque-Madame cheesed it!
Blue Eyed Melloon
Agent Rat Pack's been trapped!
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Agent Dog's gone to the pound!
Alanna the Pirate Queen
Agent Grace O'Malley's been boarded! Avast!
The Voice of Time
Agent Skyfall's crumbled!
Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:09 pm
Mission Three: A Dance With The Devil
Dressed up in evening wear, you head to the ballroom as quickly as you can without rumpling yourself too much. The Boss’s disembodied voice fills you in on the situation. “Something’s strange. Anything this strange points to something being wrong. None of the targets are in any of the potential locations; it seems as though somebody else has made a move first. And it’s not the only move they’re going to make- but that’s all I can tell you for now. We have a contact inside, though. Long hair, cutie mark’s an egg. Find them and talk to them, but be discreet. Ask them to dance if you can- you’ll have less trouble conversing on the dance floor.” The Boss’s voice fades out as you hastily dress and make your way to the Grand Ballroom. There’s an honest-to-heavens red carpet rolled out, with little luminaries forming a trail to the doorway. Limousines pull away after divesting themselves of silk and satin-clad passengers, who pose and primp for flashing tabloid cameras.
As a tuxedo-clad footman opens the grand double doors to the ballroom, you gasp. The sight is breathtaking and you take it in in flashes; plush red velvet, shot through with gold; tiny rainbows from a million handcut crystals; warm light filtering through glasses of golden bubbles. Tall potted palms in priceless china urns, a fountain spraying pink champagne. The joyful noise of a live orchestra playing the most beautiful music you’ve ever heard. The opulence is astounding; whatever this party is for, it must be important. Everybody who’s anybody is here. This is the party of the century, apparently, with more people than you think you’ve ever seen in one place… if you can even call them people. The assortment of species here is phenomenal; the invitations must have been sent all over the globe. The ball is clearly being hosted by phonies; they make up the entire waitstaff and the best-dressed guests. But they aren’t alone; talking cats and humanoids with animal ears chat together; a minotaur in a tuxedo waltzes a human across the parquet dance floor; a three-headed dog deals blackjack to a cadre of batrachian gentlemen with tentacled faces. There’s even a polar bear in a dress playing the trumpet with the orchestra. It would be easy to get swept away in the glamour of the night, if it wasn’t for having a job to do. You’re here for one specific purpose, and for once you have a good idea of where to begin. There’s a cloakroom! You’ve seen other guests using it, depositing opera capes, mink stoles, fox wraps… with all those valuable clothes in there, it’s heavily guarded. You don’t see TACO, but if he or anybody else in possession of one of his capes is here… that’s where it will be. You know you won’t be able to get near it. That must be what your rendezvous is for. If only the boss was a little less vague about who it was!
You case the room. There are four phonies with reasonably egg-related cutie marks. Who do you approach? And, more importantly- what are you wearing?All participants must describe their outfit. You can be as detailed as you like; bare minimum is [primary article of clothing].
A: A redheaded mare in a little black dress cut away to reveal her cutie mark- and just about everything else B: A handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform C: A tall stallion in a flawlessly-tailored black tuxedo jacket with a carefully coiffed black mane to match and an impressive set of cheekbones. D: A striking white mare in a tight cocktail dress mixing martinis behind the bar.
Surviving Agents
Aric Val
Agent BEAR FORCE ONE grinned and bore it! (Yup, the past tense of bear's another animal entirely.)
Atmadja
The Chairman continues to preside!
elvyralani
Agent Dark Horse got gorgeous silks!
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Agent Ganymede's got it made!
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Agent Tipsy's gone cosmopolitan!
Yunonia
Agent Sunshine's stars were lucky!
Blinded By Silence
Agent Lucky lives up to her name!
Chrystali
Agent Confucius sees the clothes and thinks of giving away the moon!
Yushika
Agent Sweetness has some sweet couture!
Tristam Lockhart
Agent Smoochums is in her element!
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Agent Lemon Pledge cleans up nicely!
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This is probably the best possible thing that could have happened to Agent Dandy Man.
Luafien
Agent Simple Simon just got by, man!
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Agent Tidal Trouble burst no bubbles!
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Agent Jimmies gets to shimmy!
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Agent Roger, Roger's an artful dodger!
catmagick
Agent Dog isn't in the doghouse!
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Agent Jessica Rabbit vamps it up!
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Agent Mr. E? More like Mr. F for fashion!
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:53 pm
D: A striking white mare mixing drinks.
After rolling, Agent Jimmies found herself in front of the trailer with a few others and one yellow agent who seemed to be amused by her artful rollie-pollie moves.
The lock was shut tight. She couldn’t help but be just a little bit disappointed by being unable to enter. But then there was sound in her ear. Following the voice whispering in her ear, she turned around to see that a package was being given to her. Upon opening it, Agent Jimmies squealed a little bit with excitement. A sound she immediately had to choke back when she remember this was a game of shadows and espionage. But it was so hard because it was just so… “preeeeetty!” she finally exclaimed.
Then just as she arrived, Sprinkles rolled underneath the tour bus and somehow, mysteriously and somewhat magically reappeared coming around the other side of the bus in an extremely fluffy ball gown. The top piece was white with dazzling sequins stuck on and the skirt was extremely full with layers of pastel colors. She sort of looked like a big squishy marshmallow that was on fire, if fire could be fabrics. To top it off, she wore a small white masquerade mask to help conceal her identity. Before she moved on, she gave a wink to her tour bus break ‘n’ enter comrades and made her way to the formal ball.
Once she was there, she instantly gravitated towards the bar. Mostly it was because of the bar peanuts that she could snack on. As she began to munch, she decided she might as well find out if the mare who poured the drinks was maybe also her contact. “Excuse me…”
Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 8:18 am
C: A tall stallion in a flawlessly-tailored black tuxedo jacket with a carefully coiffed black mane to match and an impressive set of cheekbones.
Agent Sunshine was pretty bummed she couldn't get into concert hall. She was so sure she could get one of TACO's caps if she could just get backstage. She was just about to head on her way to find another place to search when she heard the "Psst!" A little startled she turned around to face the bush only to have her panic dispelled by The Boss. She carefully crept into the bush, making sure none of the guards standing around saw her. Once she was completely hidden she turned her attention to the bag she was quickly handed.
Inside was the cutest tuxedo she'd ever seen. It was on the simple side, nothing too fancy luckily, complete with a little bow to tie around her neck. No doubt this was the fanciest thing Agent Sunshine had ever worn. She actually liked it though! How did they know tuxs were her thing? ...Not that she had ever worn one before but, if she had to wear something fancy this was it! She carefully put on the tux, making sure it didn't look like she had put it on behind a bush. She probably should have done something with her hair as well but...oh who are we kidding that was a lost cause.
The glam of the ballroom almost made Agent Sunshine's mouth fall open. She had definitely never been anywhere this fancy. She hadn't expected something of this magnitude and began to worry she looked out of place. Pushing back her hair, she quickly made it over to the first Phony she spotted fitting The Boss's description. She blushed a bit as she approached him, barely squeaking out a "...Hi." She hoped he'd know why she was here as the words just weren't coming.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 10:34 am
C: A tall stallion in a flawlessly-tailored black tuxedo jacket with a carefully coiffed black mane to match and an impressive set of cheekbones.
Oh dang it. She should have known when the 'cape' smelled really nice that it was something edible. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
But now the little cub found herself given a blue dress and a hood lined with soft fluff and tied together by a white bow, with of course, the soft accessory covering her paws. Not that it really had a point, I mean, bear force one already had fluffy arms... She was about to protest but the agent was gone quickly, the cub a little grumpy she had to dress up for something.
And oh goodness everyone was tall and sparkly, she squinted as if blinded by the brightness of the ballroom. It was .. strange to be in this, but she was trained in this, darnit! And she'd get through it all! And looking around the room, it was clear she had to use a little of her .. cuteness to convince anyone to give her information. The cocktail waiter caught her attention but being that handsome was.. dangerous. And to the tall stallion -- without a hair in place, perfectly coiffed! There was something terribly off about that. And dang those cheekbones could stab a cub.
In the end she thought that if the cheekbones wanted to cut her, so be it! It's not like she didn't know any fighting! "Excuse me, sir."...
Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 10:58 am
B: A handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform.
There were, apparently, no capes to be found anywhere, according to the new intel. Disappointing, but also interesting - the intrigue of this intrigue was only growing deeper and more nuanced. It looked like this was going to shape up to be a real proper adventure after all!
Especially with the new outfit - nothing more than a collar and cuffs, with a pair of glasses and a tiny corsage for his tail, but in perfectly coordinated colors, and the links of the cuffs were even little skulls. Simple, but elegant, and so perfectly thoughtful and very him. He really admired the Boss' taste.
Thanks to the disguise, only his age made him stand out on the queue to enter the grand ballroom - but that not much. The slow procession to the door gave Haute Couture some time to gaze admiringly at the grandly dressed guests around him - and pose for the paparazzi, of course. His family wasn't the most active, but it was definitely one of Phonyland's favorites, and a little good press couldn't hurt! He was relieved that his maman hadn't been spotted, though - having to do a shot with her would have been embarrassing.
Once he entered the ballroom, it was a fight to become agent Dandy Man again, but there would - with any hope - be time to admire the tailoring later. For now, he had a contact to meet - a phony with an egg cutie mark. How unhelpfully vague, he thought, surveying the room - several of the assembled phonies matched that description! In the end, he decided to try the cocktail waiter (B) - it made sense that their contact might be a member of the staff, right?
B: A handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform.
Agent Lucky sure was a lucky ducky! I mean... Phony. Er... Either way, she indeed was counting her stars as she fixed the beautifully clashy cyan and magenta ribbon she had, er, 'tactfully acquired' from TACO's dressing room. Ironically, it matched her dress perfectly, which was one of the reasons why she was so lucky. The other was this dress. Oh. My. GAWD. Was it perfect or what? The dress was floofy in the best possible way with just the greatest shades of pink and blue. After she was done fawning over the dress, and wondering if she'd get to keep it (the fabric would be perfect for so many crafts to decorate her house!), she promptly moved on to the mission.
Destination: Cloakroom. Or something. Hm, she'd come up with a better name before she wrote her next letter to Blinded. Either way, as she schmoozed around the party, her small stature allowed easy searching for the egg shaped cutie mark. The first one she found belonged to a handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform. Trying her best to act the adult as she approached the waiter, "Excuse me, um, good sir," She said, trying not to giggle, "I am looking for a place to store my cloak." She nudged him and gave a wink, "If you know what I mean."
Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 1:54 pm
C: A tall stallion in a flawlessly-tailored black tuxedo jacket with a carefully coiffed black mane to match and an impressive set of cheekbones.
Dressing quickly, Agent Tidal Trouble wasted no time in hovering herself on into the ballroom. Instantly star struck by the sights and sounds. This was much grander than the beach and might just possibly be a new favorite thing. Of course, not as much as being in the open waves buuut....
Whose to say she couldn't have a hobby?
FOCUS TIDAL. FOCUS.
She was here for one thing and one thing only. Meet up with the rendezvous and gather information. It was then the mer took the time to notice what it was she had hustled into. A beautiful turquoise blue sleeveless mermaid dress, form fitting except for around her tail fin where it flared out perfectly at the bottom. Jewels and sequins lined the top edge, spiraling downward in fanciful patterns like that of fish scales until stopping at what would be her thighs if she had back legs. All in all it complimented the little filly perfectly for what it was, even bringing out her mane. She had pink earrings to match the streak in her mane as well. "Oh wow..." she breathed to herself, admiring her dress a moment before snapping back to reality.
Right. Scan the crowd scan the crowd scan the crowd..... Aha! That had to be him. Tall, Handsome, tuxedo made to perfection, matching black mane.....and hot damn those cheek bones. MmmMmmmMmmmm. They always said there was plenty of fish in the sea but tonight ladies and gentlemen there was a perfect man on land. Sucks it had to be work related! But the cape! She had to get her hooves on the cape!
Hovering over as gracefully as possible, Tidal Trouble coughed daintily to catch the stallions attention before holding out a hoof daintily, batting her lashes. "Might I.. have the pleasure of a dance?" she cooed in the sexiest tone she could muster.
B: A handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform.
Fresh from her failure of stealing a crepe instead of a cape and being startled by The Boss' men, she was ready for the ball. Or... physically ready. Mentally? She was freaking out. Not only was the kid in a purple ballgown dress, but she felt vastly uncomfortable in it. It was far too long for someone to properly sneak in, but the sparkly flowers often caught the light and dazzled in her eyes. Her face was covered by a purple feather mask, something she had picked out herself for its simplicity. The only thing comforting was that she was hidden under the gaudy attire.
Her eyes flicked over the crowd, landing on a handsome stallion with a tail that hit the floor. Much like her brother, Rosewrite! Perhaps he knew something about... well, ask him what the heck the ball was for.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:03 pm
B: A handsome cocktail waiter with a tail that hits the floor and an impeccable uniform
No amount of flirting seem to get her pass the security in the concert hall. With a loud huff, she was glad to hear 'The Boss' had a better idea.
Agent Smoochums stepped into the ballroom with a small smile, with a dark corset wrapped tightly around her, and long trailing layered red skirt. A simple ribbon joining the two, a very simple knot that could be undone and free herself of the elaborate skirt if she needed to. A perk of having a job where making easily to put on and take off costumes was necessary skill.
Her eyes roamed over the room before settling on the cocktail waiter. Well, the help always knew everything, and could be bribe to take the cape for her. Or she could at least try to convince him of a quick romp in the coatroom.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:16 pm
A: A redheaded mare in a little black dress cut away to reveal her cutie mark- and just about everything else
Marvel had almost jumped backwards when she realized there was someone behind her. She quickly found a safe place to change and opened the box up. There was a beautiful slinky, silky black dress in there. It was cut just enough to show off a lot but not too much. She hoped she wouldn't catch too much attention in the dress. It made her feel like the Black Widow, being all fancy and spy like.
She made her way to the destination and went over the mission, long hair and egg cutie mark. Ask to dance. Got it. The mare scanned the room and saw four phonies that met the mark. It would make sense that a contact could be part of the help but if they were told to ask them to dance, that would be odd. So that cut her options in half. The mare of the stallion. Though it seemed a little odd of her to ask another mare to dance, she felt like the other mare was the best options. "Care for a dance?" she asked the redheaded mare.
Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:28 pm
Choice A Roger, Roger was the victim of a terrible joke, but Quill was faring much worse (though looking good!) so he counted himself lucky to be stuck with a blue and ochre bowtie and weird hoof-gloves and no overalls. Casting a wistful look at the white mare (and a suspicious one at her drinks), he turned his head to the redheaded mare, took a deep breath and clopped towards her with odd hoofsteps thanks to the 'gloves'.
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Posted: Fri May 22, 2015 2:33 pm
A: A redheaded mare in a little black dress cut away to reveal her cutie mark- and just about everything else.
Spirits renewed with that tasty crepe stuffed away in his belly, Agent Tipsy hurried to change into his formal attire-- And hey. It wasn't too shabby at all! A white and gold button-up coat, some cream slacks, and... HA! Some pins to hold that wild mane of his back! The babby had never felt so fancy! But... Now was his time to get serious and act like an adult.
He had to go to that ball and find that stupid cape!
Agent Tipsy had to keep himself from gaping in awe at all the fancy people gathered around in this ballroom... Some of these species he'd never even seen before! It was so cool! But his daydreaming was cut short when he heard the voice in his earpiece, telling him to find the agent with the egg cutie mark. Well, there were four options, but... Only one of them reminded him immediately of what his stomach craved right now: Deviled Eggs.
Trotting over to the redheaded mare that others seemed unwilling to approach (maybe because she looked so pretty and intimidating in that dress!), Agent Tipsy bowed before smiling up at her with the most suave smile he could muster at his age. "Care for a dance, my fair lady?"
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