I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

Rosa was on her way downstairs to the office to get some more work done, but while in the process of making her coffee and getting some breakfast, something else happened that was far more interesting.

So there she was, leaning comfortably against the kitchen counter with her coffee, watching her adorable idiot dog getting stymied by a lazy susan in a cabinet. And she was probably going to be there for most of the morning now, too.

This week was seriously starting to seriously make it up there as a contender for the best week ever.


[[ like this could enter my life and I wouldn't want to immediately do something with it. Open! Though with probably flakiness involved ]]

[[ also i know what day it is, shush ]]

So, after all that time, the whole case wound up being a bust, because the guy had actually turned himself in and the entire thing was called off...right when Rosa had managed to get a spot on the choir, too! She was honestly super pissed about it, she had been looking forward to that, but she supposed the silver lining was that she could finally get out of that convent and back to Fandom, which....okay, she would have totally rocked it in that choir, but it was good to at least not have to wear a funny hat all day.

Of course, she'd noticed the compound on an island off the warehouse distract pretty much from the causeway, as she rode her bike across it and started to already wonder what the hell had been going on while she was away. But that wasn't nearly as disturbing or upsetting to her as what awaited her once she made it back to the apartment.

Because a giant stuffed pink dog that looked like some kind of carninval prize sitting in your living room was the last thing you wanted to come home to after spending almost a month with a bunch of nuns.

Or pretty much under any circumstances, really.

So Rosa, dropping her helmet and her suitcase, just took a moment to stare the thing down as if challenging it, daring it to do anything stupid and Fandom-esque, and, once she realized that it really was just a large stuffed very pink dog...

She reached down to pull out a knife, flicked it open, and headed straight for it, because there was no way she was going to just trust that giant stuffed pink dog in her living room wasn't at least somewhat bugged or tapped or something otherwise messed up.

Which was going to be a little awkward if it turned out to be, like, Miguel or Anna or something, because Jesus Christ, Fandom, she'd just gotten back, and already, you want her dealing with shit like that??

[[ open post is open, especially for certain tightpantsed people who live there! ]]

It was that weekend where that floor of the school that contained all the teachers' offices actually got some (or any, really, for most weeks) modicum of use and traffic, and on that floor of the school that contained all the teachers' offices was a particular block of offices occupied by a small army of very diverse instructors that all shared on thing in common.

And, no, we weren't talking about them all being stuck holding office hours for potential parental (or otherwise) visitors to take advantage of, but there was that, too.


[[ look, I have eight teachers. If that doesn't call for PW OCD, I don't know what does. Please hold for said OCD! OCD is up! SP warning (unforuntately!) in effect! But here is where you'll find all my teachers san Summer for their office hours! ]]

Indistinct chatter droned over the static-filled PA system, usually buried under the clatter and clang of incoming trains, but that that afternoon. It was much quieter in the station that day, as a small capuchan monkey in discheveled suit sat, distressed, on one side of a table in an otherwise empty room. Waiting for his fate to decend upon him in the form of a willowy, stern-faced detective in a leather jacket.

( Who's going to believe an orangutan? )

And Rosa just stood there, in the shadows of the station platform, shaking her head.

"Jesus," she murmured, "and I thought Fandom was weird..."

[[ Entire dialogue and scene (with one minor edit) taken from "What Did Jack Do?", a Netflix short written and directed by David Lynch from 2017 that I saw a few weeks ago and have been absolutely obsessed with since and so I decided to put Rosa on the deepest cut little side adventure ever for my own weird amusement.

Like you do.

DOn't mind me.

Can definitely be open, though, if anyone wants to get in touch! ]]

This is the OOC Master Post for Rosa's BABSG Halloween Heist. Here you will find the list of various traps/situations you'll find in which offices, as well as the location of the hatchets and whatever else might be useful, to be updated as thing go along. For example, traps that will go off only once will be crossed out once they're activated; any siutational change will be updated accordingly. There will also be OCD with regards to the location/possession of the hatchets and any other things like that.

PLEASE NOTE: For the purposes of the game, the offices in play are moddable, but coordinating with other students and/or teachers is highly encouraged, just because that can make it more fun. And also note that any time you do intereact with one of the offices, any teacher may be around to react or try to catch you. They all know what's going on. The idea is to have it wind up some weird wacky caper filled with ridiculous nonsense, in the grand tradition of any B99 Halloween Heist.

There is an additional level this year in that the Superheroing Class will be working as agents to stop the Badass Bitches, thwart their nefarious heist, or perhaps join forces with them ina turn against justice. Who knows? Definitely not the Badass Bitches! (Well, at least not most of them, ahem!)

Anyway, behind the cut is what we've got to offer; any office NOT listed is considered OFF LIMITS and should not be modded without permission. Once the hatchet has left the offices, please do not mod rooms or businesses without permission, either!

( Bad Ass Bitches Halloween Heist )

Whatever. Just go have fun with it. This runs from Tuesday October 27th to Saturday October 31st. Whoever has the hatchet at that point is the winner, and such will be discussed in class on Tuesday.

Have fun, work with each other, work against each other, pass that thing around like a hot potato, and see what madness we can come up with in less than a week! And, of course, feel free to poke at me with questions, concerns, gifs, coffee, etc, etc, etc.

Rosa had briefly thought about not bothering to go into her office, which would have made it even more difficult for anyone who tried to send people to see her and/or anyone who actually wanted to see her, but she was actually kind of growing attached to the weird thing that she and Blackstone sometimes did through the wall seperating their offices for, like, moral support and stuff, and she did actually have some class-related work to pick at, and being in the offices while planning something that involved the offices just made it work better, studying maps and getting ideas and figuring out how to go about this year's Halloween Heist, which was obviously very important and actually worth the potential of having to deal with, ugh, friends and family this weekend.

Definitely was not her favorite, but at least she was getting work done. And apparently getting some sake in a bit, too.

[[ and fin! open door, open post, i really need to do office hours more often and not just for PW -_- ]]

So, the heat frying out all the electricty on the island put a slight hitch in Rosa's plan to just ride out this laundry strike thing by being her usual anti-social self and hiding out in her apartment until it was over. Which was still definitely a plan, but one made slightly more annoying by the lack of air conditioning and other creature comforts. She was maybe about a step away from just dealiing with the fact that her Fandom Gladiator singlet (a little more approriate than the last remaining set of underwear she was wearing now) would just have to do as clothes until she and her bike could get off this island for a while, but there was probably one thing she should take care of before she did that.

come over and help me eat all this ice cream in my freezer before it all melts.

Well, two things, but that text would serve as a catalyst for the second, although Rosa was wondering if she should put it off until things were a little more normal around here again. But she also knew that if she put it off now, she'll probably put it off forever, so she just needed to get it done, get it over with, and move on.

So she sent the text, turned her phone off to help save the battery in case this blackout went on for a while, and went to go light some candles. While actually feeling somewhat grateful that at least the heatwave meant there'd be no way to tell that some of that sweat wasn't from the heat, but instead from the stupid nervous feeling in the pit of her dumb stomach.

At least the windows were all already open, though, in case she needed to make a get-away.

[[ for he of the tightest of pants and the slowest of plays ]]

So Rosa had sent Fandom's newest reigning Bad Ass Bitch on an extra assignment, then went home after class for a power nap because she had literally not slept since Wednesday. Then it was back to her rarely used office, just in case Beniko had anything to report.

Or anyone else for that matter.

Either way, she was there, and she was finally doing what she was always thinking about doing, which was actually utilizing this otherwise unused space for a personal yoga studio. It was nice, being able to go from Downward-Facing to Upward-Facing Dog without an actual dog trying to wedge herself into the mix because she thought it was Jump On Bendy Mom And Get In Her Way Every Two Seconds Playtime.

She needed to do this more often.

[[ door closed, post open, with a very much 'work is gonna eat me, I can just feel it' warning! ]]

"God dammit."

Look, obviously, Rosa figured this was going to happen eventually, especially after talking with Kitty about it last night, but she was sort of hoping she'd have time to, you know, prepare for it a little more. Waking up as a dude already sort of put a wrench in her plans to go and pick up some clothes that would likely fit a dude version of herself first thing that morning. She did take a moment to consider if anything she did have would be workable, and only wound up realizing the irony of her nickname for Miguel when she, indeed, seemed to possess nothing but tight pants.

And tight dresses, but that was a whole other thing.

Thankfully, there were other helpful avenues she could take. Well, one, mainly, as she picked up her phone and sent off a quick text:

Guess who needs clothes. And you owe me.

Yeah, she probably could have just asked nicely, but then he's probably just think she'd not only switched bodies, but personalities as well.

[[mostly for the recipient of said text, but, hey, sure, it can be open, too, with a very strong possibility of SP until later!]]

[[ also, I totally had the right apartment building the whole time *waggles fingers* ]]

Well. It was Tuesday and Rosa was at a bar; it just wasn't Caritas and it wasn't anywhere near Fandom Island. Because it hadn't taken Rosa very long after yelling at talking to Hot Leaf Water on Saturday to realize that the best way to handle that situation was...to get as far from it as posssible. So she packed up up her bike and her dog and headed out, not really knowing where they'd even up, but that would be what made it more interesting and, even more important, more distracting.

And since her whole tour as Sonia Ramirez informed her to the fact that you couldn't exactly trust on these things being cleared up by Mondays, she figured she'd just make it a thing until she needed to be back for her class on Friday. A much time away from that place she could get just then, the better.

If anything, it gave her the chance to give Sonia Ramirez a little bit of a spin, too. And one thing so far had become crystal clear: Sonia Ramirez was going to sweep the whole bar with these bets they had going on they were playing on their TVs.

[[ moooostly establishy! but open for calls and texts ]]