1964-05-10 - The Extravagant Lamb Heist
Summary: Laura needs food. As there isn't much worth hunting in the city, she does the next best thing, sneak into a restaurant to steal some food.
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Theme Song: "The Benny Hill Theme Song" - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK6TXMsvgQg
nyx laura conner lambert 


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Early in the evening, and there are a few customers who have picked up food to take away. In the mild temperatures, outside there is a table with a small parasol at the front, and in the back past the kitchen there is a warm courtyard with a beehive and the quiet flicker of candlelight on on eof the stone benches. There is a waitress called Marcie Manningham, who has an all-American accent and looks to be in her middle twenties. She takes requests and writes them down with a bright tone.

The kitchen has a door that opens directly into the main restaurant, that is propped open. In it is Sam Smith the kitchenboy who runs food scraps out to the herb garden out the back, and who chops and acts as a sous chef for the main cook - Lambert. And right now? Lambert is working on the orders, a small radio plinking out a tinny Greek radio station in his kitchen. And the chef sings along to the Greek pop himself - not much of a surprise that the singer, famous in his homeland, looks more than a little like Elvis. The Greeks _love_ American pop.

There is noise, there is colour, there is movement. And there are the _scents_ of food cooked by a master in this tiny hole in the wall.

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Scent of food is great at attracting a certain starved young lady, though there ain't much lady-like about her. The sound, movement and color? All great implements to assist said young lady in doing what she does best. Well, almost. What she does best is infilitrate, assassinate, and escape. In this case, she'll leave the assassination out of the plan. She's also used to dealing with superior security. This restaurant was child's play. Using her small size, she didn't even consider anywhere but he ventilation shafts she's accessed from the roof.

The noise, the busy work of waiters, it all masks the sounds of Laura making her progress towards the kitchen, following her nose as she's wont to do. She peers down from the ceiling shaft at the staff down below, picking the perfect moment to drop down, immediately rolling into cover behind a counter. Slowly she rises, only till she sneak a peek at what's being prepared. A good steak will do nicely, and it shouldn't be a problem overpowering the cooking staff. For now she waits, no point jumping into action before a meal is fully prepared.

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Conner has his chair kicked back at the table, leaning on the back two legs in a pose of casual relaxation. One would expect him to have a wall at his back or some visible means of support, but he doesn't, just dangling there in defiance of gravity. It draws attention and murmurs. The boy in question doesn't seem to mind.

He's got a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flicks through the menu, booted feet on the edge of the table. The gentle nudging of the waitress to put his feet down doesn't seem to quite be getting through to him, "I gotta be honest, dollface, I got no clue what most o' this mess is. Y'ever hear of a hamburger? Just gimme one o' them wrapped-up jobs like the cat over there's got, with all the slop on it."

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There's another young lady of a similar age and size who is also drawn by the rich aroma of a meal being prepared under the warm heat of a fire. She is not doign anythign as exciting as Laura today, however. Instead, Nyx- wearing her dark hoodie with the hood up to hide her shorn blonde hair, black jeans, and fingerless gloves- is staring baelflly int othe estaurant from ehr place by the front doorway. She studies the place or a second, take a deep breath, and then proceeds inside.

Briefly, Nyx flips open the wallet in her pocket with her fingers. It lacks identification and other personal items, but the cash itself made it worth at least a couple bucks. Nyx made a point of dumping the identifying paperwork with the bodies did. Shaking her head the girl proceeds through the restaurand and toward one of the tables near the fight of the room. Nyx sighs quietly and takes her seat to patiently wait for Marcie. It will be a littlew hile.

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Well, one waiter. There are only six tables - and the kitchen is tiny. The restaurant is just not very big - though there is a larger courtyard out the back, with grape vines that provide plenty of cover. In the kitchen is Lambert, who's hands move with practiced ease, and who is singing along contentedly in a rich, rolling tone: "Esy gia mena tha patheis erota, ki ego gia sena tha kindynepso." He bounces an oil bottle off one elbow back onto the shelf with practiced ease as he stirs a big pot of tomatoes, herbs, and olives. There is a spit with lamb to be carved off for 'them wrapped-up jobs', and there are fresh herbs hanging from the rafters. And bottles. So many bottles, mostly made of clay, stored here and there. Brewing is most _certainly_ illegal, done at home - why, of _course_ this cannot be from those grapes outside, right?

Marcie looks at Conner uncertainly "Er, I can't…I can't pronoun…that's souvlaki!" She nods, relieved to not have to get into the greek right there "You like garlic sauce? That's garlic sauce. It's really good!" And then she waggles fingers at Nyx. The place is small - everyone gets greeted. Marcie then says to Conner "Please don't break the chairs - chef'll go on and _on_ about how his cousin made it!"

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Laura observes Lambert, he seems busy enough with the preparation, his singing a further indicator he will not be fully alert. Besides, a kitchen personnel is no security personnel, she could probably get the lamb and be out before he'll even notice. She winds herself like a spring ready to jump into action, and before she expects Lambert to be able to react, she throws one bottle directly against the opposite wall to create a distraction, before leaping at the lamb and starting a rush outside with it. Apparently she means to make her escape first, and then enjoy a good meal. Screw the people who may have ordered it.

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Conner slides his sunglasses down his nose, "I don't break nothin' except faces and hearts, babe. Yeah, get me some of that soup vodka or whatever," he says.

He cocks his head at Nyx as she comes in. They only met briefly before, under the guise of fighting off zombies and stuff, but she isn't the kind of chick you forget. Still, she seems like she probably wants to be left alone and unbothered.

"Yo, umbrella girl. How you doin'?"

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Nyx pauses for a second and then quirks a brow slowly. She slowly shifts that too intense, vividly azure blue gaze to Conner and looks him over from head to toe. The girl almost forgets to return that wave from Maggie with a wiggle of her fingers, although she manages. The wallet she is carrying is released instead the girl quirks her brows in a manner that manages to nearly furrow them in curiosity while establishing her trademark nonplussed expression. Frankly, to some eyes, a petite young woman her size with such pale skin and doe-like eyes, would be adorable when she tries to glare. It's probably a trap.

"I don't own an umbrella," Nyx finally replies after almost a second of consideration, shaking her head slowly as she does. She's unable to keep the sarcasm out of her tone. Sitting at one of the mere six tables sheraps her fingertips lightly on the edge of it as she surveys the room once again. "How you doin' then, I… guess?" A beat. "Anyway."

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The kitchen is, well. Smaller than many kitchens in normal houses. And Lambert, with his fairly young, rather plump look, is probably nothing _like_ security personnel. He does have a white chef's hat on. He stirs the tomato mixture, then turns to the side to pick up a knife, and begins to dice parsley. The lamb on the big spit will be hugely heavy, but assassins probably have decent muscles.

"Soup…vodka?" tries Marcie uncertainly, who then says to Conner "Okay!" He is too young for her, she is probably reminding herself, as she swings on past, and calls out to Lambert through the open door "Another souvlak-"

Crash goes the bottle. Lambert is startled enough to fat-finger the knife and it goes up into the air…turns end over end, and lands somewhere in front of him "Ahh!" he yelps, and he _kicks_ backwards, away from it. This, well. This launches him right against the opposite kitchen wall and ceiling, like a gazelle, right over the table. The smell of maddeningly strong wine suddenly rises, far too rich and boozy. Pottery from the home made vessel skitters out, then bounces pretty much across Nyx, who had moved nicely to the back.

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Chaos. Perfect. Just what Laura needed to get off with her prized lamb with nobody being the wiser. She doesn't stop for a second to see if Lambert is okay, if the Marcie is okay, if anyone got cut by knives flipped in the air or pieces of broken bottle shattering about. She just makes a clean grab for the lamb, with a deft *snikt* slicing herself a hefty piece and vaulting out of the kitchen, making a race for the exit without slowing down.

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Conner peers at Nyx for a long moment and then snorts, "Whoops, yeah, sorry. Lotsa pale chicks goin' around these days—" he says and then there's chaos in the kitchen.

"I hope that ain't my slop," he says. He hovers a bit into the air, rising up out of his chair but retaining his reclined position, trying to peer in through the gap to see what's going on in there. Obviously a few onlookers may take notice of the kid in the leather jacket floating.

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"Yeah, I know. All us tiny pale chicks are basically the same person," Nyx replies to Conner, looking up rom her table as the commotion is occurring. The girl comes to her feet with an audible thunk, the chair she was sitting in slding bck hard as sheshe shoves off. Then a diminutive, clawed girl is streaking out of the kitchen.

"…Laura?" Now the tiny albinoid blonde is watching much more carefully, eyes widening slightly. "Woah. You okay?" Now the tiny blonde is after the slightly larger dark- haired girl. One has a stolen wallet, the other a stolen lamb. The chaos is that much ore severe as Nyx manages to topple her chair in her attempt to follow.

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The restaurant _is_ right near mutant town, so commotions and weirdness are common…but probably _not_ to the point of floating. Lambert shouts something in Greek, and then spins to chase Laura - not that he can see her easily. She moves too fast. But apparently the somewhat portly young chef is some sort of weird athlete, because quite apart from that bound, he careens out the back door with an Olympic sprinter's pace "Fool! Hoodlum! «Pas kala re mal?ka!»" There is a spot of bright red blood, and then a couple more, and Lambert calls out "Coward! Throw things at a man from behind, will you?! Go beat up your 'muties' elsewhere!" The chef shakes his bloody fist "THAT WAS GOOD WINE YOU LOLLYGAGGER!"

Chairs are starting to get knocked over, and Marcie gives a squeak, while Sam yells "Chef! What's going on - chef?! Chef someone's floatin' in the place, are they allowed?!"

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Laura is sprinting with the pace of an Olympic sprinter, holding to the lamb to dear life, she doesn't slow down even when Nyx calls her name. She has no time for it, not now, she does slice off one strip of lamb and tosses at Nyx as a gift of sorts. What she wasn't counting on is the chef setting chase to her, but then he didn't know who he was dealing with, while passing an empty chair she spins with a sharp kick to send it at his feet without losing pace. Adding to it another cut piece of lamb which goes flying straight at this face, before she makes her final charge outside. And then she's gone, like she wasn't even there. The only hint to those who look sharply are claw marks along the building's wall.

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Conner considers chasing after the thief but, for one, she's stealing food which Conner is totally down with. And, for two, she's really fast and Conner is just not in the mood to exert himself. Is flying that much exertion? Well, maybe not. But then there'd probably be, like, fighting and stuff and it would be a whole deal and, honestly, they can spare the food.

"I hope this isn't gonna slow down my stuff," he says, slowly descending back into his chair as he sees those claw marks. Ouch. Yeah, not sorry he didn't chase that girl. Nope.

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Nyx is pretty fast too. She reflexively catches the thrown piece of lamb, blinking as it nearly slaps her in the face. Then there's a soft yelp because the meat is hot, juices staining her nice black fingerless glove. "Damn it, I want to help…" The girl's voice is slightly muffled because she just stuffed that piece of stolen lamb into her mouth like she had some sort of wasting disease. Nyx briefly looks back at Lambert to yell, "S'll tryfr make's upto ya…" Well. Speaking through a mouthful of food isn't that effective. Then Nyx take off, possibly even matching Laura's speed. Maybe not. Should be a good race.

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Slow down Conner's dinner? It probably will be - Lambert goes right over the chair, stumbles, and crashes into a table. Marcie is panicking, and Sam, at least, is saying "Oh dear, oh dear!" He makes a grab for Lambert's arm, but Lambert is…well. Solid? Very. And all muscle under that layer of 'I eat my own food too much'. The chef pulls himself up, limping, a hand streaming blood cupped to the side of his head as he swears violently in greek. Patrons are gasping, people are saying things, and…well. Lambert gives Nyx a distinctly hurt look, then he clears his throat dizzily "Free. Ah. Free ouzo for everyone. With bread, salt, and oil. But I think. That there will be no more food from the kitchen tonight. Everyone will be paid back…" And now? Now customers are starting to complain.

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Conner isn't thrilled about not getting his food, but he isn't going to complain about free booze. That's what ouzo is, right? It's , like, Greek whiskey-wine or something? Whatever, I'm sure it'll do the job, that's what's important.

"Anybody here wanna throw some dice?"

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Marcie looks as if she is having a bad night, and Lambert directs her back out, while Sam helps him wrap a kitchen towel around his hand. It is getting soaked with blood. He says to Conner, uncertainly "I don't know if that is…look. Go into the. Ah. Just. Hmm." He is a bit pale, as he and Sam collect a couple of bottles and begin offering out home brewed ouzo in little glasses.

…it may as well be _rocket fuel_. Normal ouzo is stronger than wine, and satyr-brewed? Well. There isn't such a thing as a mule that can kick like this. So Conner will be given bread, and oil and salt, and Sam is busy telling Lambert "I think you need to go and get this sewn up, chef. Like. The health department -"

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