I come through downtown on my bike, my backpack on, head low. I don't seem headed anywhere in particular, just looking, finding just the right spot and time. I have the target in sights gold leader, starting my run, attack pattern delta...

I pull up and park a few blocks away, Hellfire warned me about these characters, but I think a bit of Recon might be interesting and I already know the score. I grab my bag and start toward the place, just another street urchin on the beat here, nothing to see, these are not the droids you seek.

My bag in hand I head to the place, it's around nine and most of the shops are closed or soon will be. This place is open though, if Hellfire's right its a kind of place that stays open late. I glance around for any cameras, not that I'm expecting Fort Knox but you can never be too sure.

2008-11-14 16:38:12 Stevie rolls 5 dice to per+alertness 10,1,6,5,10 (2 successes)

I roll up on the place and sit near the building, looking through my bag, getting the gear ready. I left everything else on the bike, I don't wanna get caught with those, that could be trouble. I snatch the stencil and the spray paint, now to bide my time, till there is a lull...

I spot the right moment and sneak over spraying the sign quickly, not too fast, just quick enough to get the job done. I hit the bricks, they look a bit harder to deal with if shit hits the fan.

2008-11-14 16:43:01 Stevie rolls 7 dice to sneak (dex+stl) 1,8,5,3,3, 2,10,7 (2 successes)
2008-11-14 16:44:09 Stevie rolls 4 dice to paint (dex+per) 2,10,8,8 (3 successes)

I hit the mark the first time, I fucking win. I stow the shit and wander a bit before I decide to up the anty a bit. I open the door to Craftilea and gingerly step inside...

Diana is closing the store tonight, since Rose is busy elsewhere.  She'll look up from closing duties as the guy walks in.  
'hello, sir, can I help you?'

 "Yeah baby, I was looking for some yarn or something for my grandma. She real old and shit, crazy as hell, but she likes making booties. I want some crazy shit, real fucking whacked out colors like lime and mustard, is that a real color?" as he looks around his jacket covered in punk and metal band patches poorly sewn on. His hair is dirty and in various stages of the manic panic bleaching out, adding to his perceived filthiness.

"Man, I gotta pay my mudtax, you got a shitter in here?" looking around for a sign indicating the facilities.

"and I gotta say baby, you're smokin hot, bet you could bounce a quarter off that ass, huh" with a slight wink of his eye indicating what is obviously on his mind, other then the restroom.

Diana probably ignores most of his comments, merely pointing out that they do not have a public bathroom, but there is one is the coffee shop two stores down.  Then she'll point out the yarn wall.  One entire wall,filled to the six foot height with yarns of various sizes and colors.
'does she prefer the babysoft yarn for that? or regular?'

 "I like it baby soft sweetie," in a repulsively seductive tone that sends shivers up your back,"far as my Grannie goes, she says all sorts a mad talk, then shits herself, she don't give a damn." He seems to notice something on the wall and directs your attention to it, its a wall hanging, a very ornate one. "Hey how much is that? I'll give you a fifty and we can call it even," as he moves toward her location. You certainly do not think he has yarn or tapestries on his mind.

"So an all night craft store, huh, guess you don't get much business.I bet you get to do whoever you want..."

Diana will shake her head.  'we're not all night, even if we do close late, and its not for sale'
She's going to stay firmly behind the counter...and hope Rose gets back early from whatever it was she's doing.  

 "Everything's for sale honey and word on the streets says this place is one of those all nighters. You wouldn't lie to me, would you. Shit I hate a person that can't lie to save their own ass, ehh Aunt Bee. You sure that things not for free..." indicating he wants it and the cost is not very negotiable.

He notices her standing warily behind the counter, with a certain trepidation,"Hey, don't do anything stupid. I don't want to have to kill you, especially with that sweet mouth of yours sure would be a waste," in an commanding tone.

"Guess that might be a bit hard killing you though, especially with you being a corpse already. Now I will be taking that hanging..." as he is becoming more hostile.

Diana blinks at him, then sighs, shaking her head.  'I'm not a corpse, how could I be standing here talking if I were?'  Tilts her head, watching him warily.  'I mean...you know, corpses, they are dead, you know'
Maybe she doesn't make a lot of sense..then again, if he looks at her, she's breathing, her color changes, yep, very much a living person.

'besides, if you look at the door,it says we close at ten pm' Smiles, with a glance at the clock.  'which is now, anyway, and that was actually made on commision, so, in effect, its not really even ours, we're just waiting on the owner to come pick it up'

 "I have also heard they run little knittin shops downtown and I know the little bird that told me that don't lie. As far as your sign goes, fuck it, your type always lies and I am takin that rug, you can tell them it was stolen. I'd hate to see it get ruined," in an ominous tone as he starts toward the priceless art piece.

"Now I'd recommend you shut the fuck up and leave. It will only get worse if you stay," in a very aggressive manner. He continues walking toward the wall hanging intent upon walking out with it.

Diana bites her lip, somewhat undecided, then decides that Rose does not want her killed, or even hurt (at least she hopes nt) over a tapestry.  After all, its not like its the original, or anything, that one being in a museum overseas.  This one, though very similiar, is just different enough that its not priceless, just a lot of work.  She will step back towards the office.

'you do know you're making a mistake, but if you insist'
With that, she steps further back into the office, very thankful that most of the closing was done.

 "Whatever bitch," as he reaches the tapestry yanking it from the wall. He proceeds to walk toward the door stopping just before he leaves.

"Well consider this your eviction notice whore, your not welcome here anymore and I wouldn't have fucked you anyway," venting his anger at completely brushing him off. Well at least he had his stuffed rhino head, better not go on safari without some sort of trophy. Now to take care of the rest. He immediately makes for his bike, keeping an eye out for the cops, why she had not called them yet was beyond him, but he guesses vampires that knit don't like trouble. Hellfire was right, these guys are weak.

2008-11-18 20:11:53 Stevie rolls 5 dice to per + alert 3,8,8,7,7 (4 successes)

He gets to his bike, not seeing any one worth mentioning. Now to get his tag on the news at ten. He digs in his sidebag on his bike pulling out the two fifths of everclear he got earlier. He pops the tops and starts stuffing rags into their open mouths. After that he hops on his bike tying the tapestry around his neck like some sort of superhero cape. That's right like superman motherfucker. He starts up the bike and stuffs the bottles in his sidebag again. Now who's laughing asshole. He pulls up in front of the store on the road, and looks again for any sign of johnny law.

2008-11-18 20:17:29 Stevie rolls 5 dice to per + alert 8,9,5,4,5 (2 successes)

Paydirt. Ain't shit in sight. He reaches into the sidebag grabbing the two moltovs. He lights the first and lobbies it at the window.

2008-11-18 20:24:19 Stevie rolls 6 dice to Lobby Moltov (dex+ath) 8,7,9,8,10, 7 (6 successes)

As the first smashes through the glass and shatters he lights the other, already noticing the flames spreading as he lobs the second for good measure.

2008-11-18 20:28:07 Stevie rolls 6 dice to Lobby Moltov (dex+ath) 4,4,4,5,3, 2 (failure)

He was already getting excited by the flames when he realized he hit the bricks on the second throw. Oh well it'll burn. He grabs the bars and guns it down the street screaming while he roars off in the distance his cape fluttering behind him. "The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..."

Yeah that's right a fucking cape.

No-one gets caught in any of the blasts, but just for the sake of my descrïption i rolled the initial weak blasts of the molotovs. Fire damage is automatic.

2008-11-18 20:56:55 Radiation rolls 4 dice to Molotov explosion 7,9,4,4 (2 successes)
2008-11-18 20:57:02 Radiation rolls 4 dice to Molotov explosion 2 2,2,2,6 (1 success)

Diana will hear the front window smash out from the back room. A mere second after she will hear the crash and whoosh of the molotovs weak explosion and start to smell smoke as the yarn, cloth and needlework supplies all go up fast.

The second Molotov runs liquid fire down the brick front of the store, casting violent light on Stevies Tag job but doing no real structural damage.

Thank goodness for automatic sprinkler systems.  The yarns, cloth, and craft books in the front are destroyed, probably a goodly bit of water damage to the rest of the shop.  The fire department and cops are there quickly enough, even though most of the damage is already done.  

Diane is shakey, scared, and waiting for the cops to come in so she can tell them what happened.  She's also hoping, desperately for Rose to get back from wherever she is, thinking that for christmas, she may have to get her domitor a cell phone.  

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Sprinkler systems have drawbacks. When they initially come on the pipes purge all their lubricants and anti-freezes spraying a black ichor all over everything. They can also only be turned off by the fire department using a valve on the outside of the building that requires a special tool and when one comes on, they all come on.

Emergency services respond quickly downtown. There will be two cop cars and a firetruck parked out front in am atter of minutes. Plenty of time for some good water damage to the inventory, the basement, the upstairs apartment and whatever else is in the building.

The responding officer, a ahndsom man in his early 30's by the name of Officer Sutter will open the back door of his squad car for Diana to sit and offer her a dry blanket before he starts questioning.

'Im going to need you to call your manager down here Maam. Can you tell me what happened here tonight?'

His question will be punctuated by a crashing sound inside as firemen chop through the padlocks on both the upstairs and basement doors.  

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Diana will have started crying, scared, upset and, well, just plain scared.  She will at least try to answer the questions.

'I...I was closing up, and....well, this guy came in, asking about yarn, at least at first'

Somewhere in the back recesses of her mind, a note will be added that the cop asking questions is kinda cute...that note will be forgotten for the moment, as she hears the crashing of doors, and winces. 'oh...did they have to?'

'Sorry. The fire-jockeys get a little rambunctious... they always reimburse for undue damage though. Wed all hate to see a flareup get someone hurt...'

Officer Sutton smiles reassuringly, resting a strong hand on Dianas shoulder for just a moment.

'Can you tell me what this guy looked like? any distinguishing features or odd mannerisms?'

A definate nod. 'he kept, well....I guess it may not be important, but, well, anytime I made a comment,he'd, well, turn it' *gazes up at the officer* 'I really wasn't flirting, but he kept acting like I was' *shivers, pulling the blanket tighter around her.

She will describe Stevie as well.  'he had a jacket, so I don't know if he had any distinguishing marks' *frowns, biting her lip* 'I was getting scared that he would come behind the counter'

'Its alright.' Officer Sutton does his best to console her while remaining professional. This could have gone a lot worse for her...

'Did he take anything? Or did he just make sexual remarks at you and set the place on fire?'

Theres some radio chatter from Officer Suttons belt, about water seeping through the roof in the basement. Firemen wondering if anyone lives under the shop...

Officer Suttons question about him taking anything brings on a fresh flood of tears, her voice gets more choked, probably harder to decipher. 'Oh...h..he took the tapestry'

Those big blue eyes of her, go wide, fear? Its possible. 'Rose, Miss Meadows, she had a commision for it, this gentleman asked her to copy this really old tapestry that he had a picture of' Sniffles a few more times.  'it took her ever so long to figure it all out, then I helped her with it, but she found out the person who commissioned it was gone, so she hung it up in the shop, with a sign saying it wasn't fr sale'

A few more sniffles, calming down, at least a fraction.

'he just took it'

Officer Sutton scribbles a few notes on his notepad.

'Okay Diana.. Thank you for your help. I still need to speak with Miss Meadows, the sooner the better for all of us.'

Implying quite clearly that arson investigators can be real pricks. He then adds;

'Is there someone you want to call or do you need a ride home, or maybe to a friends house?'