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The Staff Hallway.
Jan. 10th, 2005 12:38 am*For the first time in a long time Raph dons his usual fighting gear. Well, his usual fighting gear along with a T-shirt and pants. It'd be indecent to go without. As he laces up his boots, he laments the fact that he can't do this barefoot. Boots are no real help climbing walls, but he can't chance leaving footprints, something he didn't have to worry about before.
A mirror slowly slides underneath the door to Raph's bedroom. While he's positive that his quarry has fled the scene, he can't be so sure about the rest of the staff. A quick look and an even longer listen tell him that there is no activity in the hall, perfect for a mission of this type.
One part recon.
One part prank.
Mix well.
Raph slinks out of his room and into the adjoining hallway. An unexpected noise sends him to the ceiling, arms and legs braced against the parallel walls. To be safe, he doesn't return to the floor, instead he crab walks across the ceiling until he is above the correct door. He drops to the floor, whole body absorbing the shock, and as such the sound. No one is inside, this he's sure of, but it does pay to quadruple check. The mirror goes under the door, and Raph sees the empty room for the first time.
From the back of his utility belt he retrieves his trust lock pick, and is just about to set himself to the task, when he's reminded of one of the cardinal rules.
If you don't want someone to break into your stuff, don't lock it. He tries the knob. It turns. The door swings open.
It's almost too easy.
The room is mid-range in terms of size, bare walls; really the only remarkable aspects are the desk and the dresser. The former because it's covered in projects at varying levels of planning, and the latter because it looks like a Tournament of Roses float up and died on it. Could it be that Bernard is just a cooler version of Donnie?
Carefully he makes his way over to the desk, being sure to walk gingerly so as not to trip any sort of wire or trap. He'd have as much luck trying to identify any of the flowers as he does making any sense out of the blueprints. He's building something, Raph just doesn't know what that is exactly...but he's sure it's something that goes BOOM in the night.
He's getting distracted, and he knows it.
Reaching to the back part of his utility belt, he removes a Digital Sound Level Monitor. Originally he'd intended to post it above the bed, but then he sees the poster. He squints at the painting and immediately begins to blush. He's not sure who Georgia O'Keefe is, but she's a dirty girl.
Raph's eyes stray to the corners of the room, the one above the door is out of the way, he'll post the monitor there. First, a bit of programming is in order. This particular model has an alarm that sounds when a variable sound level is reached. Raph sets it to 70 and then peels off the adhesive backing. According to the instructions normal speech at a one foot distance is this. What they were doing was far beyond normal distance, so it should be just a low enough setting to be really annoying.
Again, he carefully tiptoes across the room, making sure not to disturb any of the local hardware or ex-fauna.
Using the molding around the door, Raph lifts himself into position, and then one handed places the monitor securely against the wall.
He slowly drops down, gives the room a once over to make sure he didn't forget anything,
Giving himself the all clear and closing the door behind him, he makes his quick, yet silent escape.
Now he just has to figure out how to get this alarm patched into the sprinkler system*
A mirror slowly slides underneath the door to Raph's bedroom. While he's positive that his quarry has fled the scene, he can't be so sure about the rest of the staff. A quick look and an even longer listen tell him that there is no activity in the hall, perfect for a mission of this type.
One part recon.
One part prank.
Mix well.
Raph slinks out of his room and into the adjoining hallway. An unexpected noise sends him to the ceiling, arms and legs braced against the parallel walls. To be safe, he doesn't return to the floor, instead he crab walks across the ceiling until he is above the correct door. He drops to the floor, whole body absorbing the shock, and as such the sound. No one is inside, this he's sure of, but it does pay to quadruple check. The mirror goes under the door, and Raph sees the empty room for the first time.
From the back of his utility belt he retrieves his trust lock pick, and is just about to set himself to the task, when he's reminded of one of the cardinal rules.
If you don't want someone to break into your stuff, don't lock it. He tries the knob. It turns. The door swings open.
It's almost too easy.
The room is mid-range in terms of size, bare walls; really the only remarkable aspects are the desk and the dresser. The former because it's covered in projects at varying levels of planning, and the latter because it looks like a Tournament of Roses float up and died on it. Could it be that Bernard is just a cooler version of Donnie?
Carefully he makes his way over to the desk, being sure to walk gingerly so as not to trip any sort of wire or trap. He'd have as much luck trying to identify any of the flowers as he does making any sense out of the blueprints. He's building something, Raph just doesn't know what that is exactly...but he's sure it's something that goes BOOM in the night.
He's getting distracted, and he knows it.
Reaching to the back part of his utility belt, he removes a Digital Sound Level Monitor. Originally he'd intended to post it above the bed, but then he sees the poster. He squints at the painting and immediately begins to blush. He's not sure who Georgia O'Keefe is, but she's a dirty girl.
Raph's eyes stray to the corners of the room, the one above the door is out of the way, he'll post the monitor there. First, a bit of programming is in order. This particular model has an alarm that sounds when a variable sound level is reached. Raph sets it to 70 and then peels off the adhesive backing. According to the instructions normal speech at a one foot distance is this. What they were doing was far beyond normal distance, so it should be just a low enough setting to be really annoying.
Again, he carefully tiptoes across the room, making sure not to disturb any of the local hardware or ex-fauna.
Using the molding around the door, Raph lifts himself into position, and then one handed places the monitor securely against the wall.
He slowly drops down, gives the room a once over to make sure he didn't forget anything,
Giving himself the all clear and closing the door behind him, he makes his quick, yet silent escape.
Now he just has to figure out how to get this alarm patched into the sprinkler system*
