I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

There were a lot of very confusing (though not entirely bad, which was possibly the most confusing part about all of it) things going on that morning for Sonia when she woke up, to the point where she had to pinch herself a little to make sure it wasn't all just some bizarre dream. She didn't even need to open her eyes to know that she was definitely not in her small village in Colombia, because this bed was much too nice and big. And then there was the room to confirm it once she did open her eyes; no one had a room like this back home, this was the sort of room that belonged in the nice houses that sisters who stole your life from you had in California. Then there was the dog, sleeping in its own bed, inside, and looking far too well fed. And then there was another person in the bed with her that she could already tell was not Antonio Marquez's father with the wooden leg that he lost in the flood.

This place probably even had indoor plumbing that didn't burst or break every three days or so.

She...probably shouldn't question it too much. But, at the same time, Sonia was almost a little too afraid to move or do or say anything or start questioning the mysterious man beside her about her current situation, because that would be just when the other wooden leg would drop...

[[and mostly for that other person, but also open if anyone's wanting to swing around ]]

[[/au spam. for noooow.]]

A dark, lithe shadow was making its way through the streets of Fandom that night, late enough that the shadow only had to bribe a few squirrels to ensure her passage went unnoticed and unrecorded. And when the shadow reached the boarded-up window and locked-up door to forge, she stopped, crouching down by the door and taking a few moments to pick the locks before slowly opening the door just enough to slip inside.

Once Rosa was inside, she pressed against the door, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the deeper darkness within, and she listened, carefully, for the tell-tale rumble of Blackstone's ridiculous snores...there it was, slow, steady, loud, like she'd taken a chainsaw to bed with her. Even through the floorboards. Perfect. Even easier to hide the sound of footfalls, not that Rosa would be making any as she started forward into the shop.

..at least, she would have moved forward if not for the slightest brush of something against her ankle. Rosa took a step back, kneeling down, confirming her suspicion of a small trip wire stretched across the floor. Curious, she reached out to give it a little tug, making her to keep herself low to the ground, which was good thinking, as a handful of darts shot across the room and thunked into the wood near the space where Rosa would have been.

Oh, Amaya. Don't ever change.

So the better part of the next couple hours were spent carefully making her way around the shop, finding and disassembling traps before they could managed to disassemble her. They were all really sleeping on Blackstone as a devious mastermind, really, some of those traps were brutal and far more clever than they had a right to be. But Rosa eventually made it to the counter, where she slumped down behind it, pulled out one of the big books of sales ledgers that Amaya kept, turned on her flashlight, and started pouring through them in search of what she was looking for.

This last week's sales, should be on this page right here. Rosa flipped back and forth a little, double checking dates, but, yes, these should be it. That's when she leaned in close and noticed the distinct perforations toward the spine of a torn-out page. She narrowed her head, turned her head.

The forge. She'd actually burned her papertrail, destroyed the evidence.

"Who are you protecting, you madwoman?"

Even though she had no doubt that Blackstone had been thorough, Rosa still made it over to the forge itself, rolling (unnecessarily) across the floor, giving a brief glance up the stairs to the apartment above when there was a slight pause in the snores. But they resumes, and Rosa shifted through the ashes int he forge, just to make sure, just in case there was even the slightest hint of a paper from the ledger that had escaped the flames.

No such luck, and Rosa was left sighing a little in her defeat, glancing around the shop, trying to discover any clue she hadn't thought of yet.

Nothing. Fine. It was fine. You won this one, Blackstone, but the war had just begun. This was far from over.

And it was easily some of the most fun she could imagine having on a Friday night.

Also, she should really see about getting that woman a sleep apnea machine or something.

[[ Establishy! NFB, NFI, shop modded with permission, I swear it! ]]

So, Rosa had invited Captain Tightpants over for a...thing. A date...sorta. Not really. Maybe? Whatever, it didn't matter, it was mostly just to prove that RoboCop CyborgPolice was the greatest cop film of all time, and anyone who said otherwise was clearly just a dumb asshole.

Mostly.

Either way, she didn't exactly appreciate that there were gremlins on her balcony right now to boot, but at least they weren't trying to get in, and she'd reminded them that she was very much armed and not afraid to take advantage of it if they got it in their heads to try and get in and get all bitey and make her think she was some flighty princess again. No, apparently, they had no desire to actually come inside, they just wanted to stand out there like idiots, singing Christmas carols, and they weren't even doing a very good job of it.

And then Arlo 2 got it into her head that she wanted to join them. So now she was little out the occasional little tremulous howl to along with the so-called 'singing.'

"Oh, yeah?" Rosa asked her. "This is what we're doing today? Cool. That's not going to get old real fast or anything."

[[expecting he of the tightest of pants, but, yeah, sure, open before his arrival if anyone needs/wants to poke at her]]

When Rosa woke up that morning in a nice big bed in a room she didn't really know, she was....a little confused, but not a whole lot, really, someone else was there, too, so it must have just been a whole sleepover situation. Which she didn't usually get invited to, not anymore, not after the whole Maria Valles birthday cake incident, anyway, which was...not to be discussed.

But it didn't matter, not really. She was thirsty and would go poke around to find something to drink. So she sat up, make a particular point out of stretching and yawning, before throwing her blankets off in a way that buried the other person still sleeping, and went out to look around.

And stopped dead in her tracks in the living room.

"Ohmygod," she stared. "They...have...a PUPPY!!!"

Run, Arlo 2! Run!!

[[ mostly for that other person there, but definitely open for anyone else who might like to swing by!]]

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 (such as the animals in Zack's office) 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 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. Behind the cut is what we've got to offer:

( Bad Ass Bitches Halloween Heist )

Whatever. Just go have fun with it. This runs from Tuesday October 30th to Tuesday November 6th in Rosa's class, unless someone swiped the real thing sooner than that, after which it's alllll in the students' court at that point.

Well. Rosa had finally spent the night at Seivarden's place for a change, but she was having some pretty mixed feelings about the fact that that hadn't been the only thing different about last night. On the one hand, being in a different body completely alien to your own was weird as hell and kind of creepy and gross. On the other hand, she'd turned into a seriously bad ass animal (surprising no one, really), and it was kind of hard not to acknowledge the fact that animal her was freaking awesome.

But by the time the morning rolled around, she was feeling bored and restless, unable to help a persistent need to prowl and hunt (namely: squirrels, which she was pretty sure was not a typical natural prey for a panther, but why was she trying to make sense out of this, anyway?), and there was only so much room to pace in her, so she decided to just claim the couch for herself, stretching out comfortably, idly grooming her paws.

And occasionally sending a cool, smug glance across the living room to where she knew Issa was hiding from the much bigger, much less domesticated feline in the room. Yes, she knew it was stupid and petty as hell, but she just couldn't help feeling lofty about clearly being the superior, dominate predator in the room. Yeah, that's right, you dumb cat. Maybe she'd remember this, too, when Rosa was back to her normal self.


[[ apartment and pet modded with permission, and for the people who actually live here if they waaaaant ]]

Rosa actually had listened to radio that morning, if only to try to figure out if the weirdness Kincaid had been talking about was something she needed to worry about and get her axe ready over, or if it was something less troublesome so she could take care of the fact that she needed someone to watch her dog for a week while she was on this dumb trip, and the only person on Fandom she'd trust to take care of Arlo 2 was also going to be on that dumb trip.

Just a bunch more visitors, which seemed harmless enough. But who knew with Fandom, really, so she figured she could at least take a trip up to New York real quick to see if anyone back home could do some dogsitting.

But that definitely had its issues. Asking Holt was weird, Boyle, Linetti, and Sarge had kids and she'd never expose her dog to that torture, and Hitchcock and Scully weren't even remotely considered. That left Peralta and Santiago, which made for a nice balanced set and honestly something she'd feel completely comfortable about and they seemed down with it when she called, but then there was that one small little problem.

"Are you sure about this?" Rosa asked carefully, eyeing Amy intently, while Jake held a squirmy, face-licking Arlo 2 in his arms.

"Oh, yeah," Amy tried to smile through her sniffles and her red, watery eyes, waving a hand dismissively, and then sending her face through a series of interesting twitches that was clearly trying to hold back a sneeze. "Totally! One hundred percent. One hundo. Percento. Your dog'll totally be fine; she'll love it here!"

"It's not the dog I'm worried about," Rosa pointed out.

"It's fine!" Amy insisted, looking like she was about to explode. "Really! My allergies...barely bother me anymore."

"You're crying, Santiago."

"I...am," she said, because she couldn't exactly deny the tears sliding down her face, and she sniffled, wiping them away. "Because...I'm...just...so happy that we'll be able to have this sweet, adorable...furry....little princess with us..for a whole...week."

As if to prove something, she reached out to take Arlo 2, though Jake turned away with a "Oh, no you don't," and handed Arlo 2 back to Rosa, who nodded, took the dog back, and turned toward the door.

"Yeah," she said, "I'll just try Captain Holt."

"Nooooooo," said Amy, half desperate for having lost the chance to uphold such an important responsibility and half relieved for the fact that she probably would have been dead by Thursday if they'd actually gone through with it.

"It's okay, babe," Jake offered, rubbing her back, forking over a tissue. "You tried. Now let's go get you some Claritan."

[[ open if you need to contact her, sure! ]]

Holding her office hours at the least minute on the day when most people were focusing on getting out of town or making the most out of their visit with their family and friends before they left was a brilliant idea, if you asked Rosa, and she felt quite smug about it, of course, because no one could accuse her of not holding office hours and she figured the chance of anyone still coming in was slim to none. What would she even talk to a parent about, anyway? She honestly couldn't remember the names of any of her students until she glanced at a roster, and then she couldn't tell you who was who, though she could maybe make a few decent guesses. And she didn't think it mattered, anyway. No one was going to come by on the last day.

But the door was open in case there was someone obnoxious enough to do just that, and they'd find the Bad Ass Bitch Survival Guide teacher there at her mostly empty desk, feet up, idly making use out of a dart board she'd put up on the opposite wall. With ninja stars, though, not darts.

She figured that would effectively show anyone who came in what sort of person they were dealing with right from the get-go. It would ultimately help save time, really.

[[open!]]

Waking up naturally on a Saturday morning? Now there was something that hadn't happened in a while, but when Rosa slowly pulled herself out of sleep, grunted faintly, and reached for her phone to check the time, she was...momentarily confused. The squirrels should have been there hours ago, and she sat up, looking around, Arlo 2 undisturbed and curled up at the foot of the bed still, all of her little squirrel traps untouched, not even the faintest hint of the distinct blended aroma of acorns and rum.

Could it be possible that they had figured out that she was pretty much planning on shooting at them this morning when they showed up to pester her into going to the radio station again? That almost made her feel a little disappointed, but, clearly, they'd gotten some other poor sap to finally do the Saturday broadcast instead. Hah! Whoever the stupid bastard was, she did not feel even remotely bad for them, and she was going to just enjoy her squirrel-free morning (or what was left of the morning by this time) and hope it wasn't a fluke.

If it was, she could always just keep her plan of shooting at them in reserve.

[[mostly establishly because I'm a nerd, but definitely open should anyone want to drop in or get in touch with her, with the typical work-related slowness]]

Rosa Emily could really dig...whatever this thing was that was happening. No parents? No sisters? Only her and a kick-ass dog in a swanky apartment with a ton of leather jackets and sweet weapons? She even slept in that morning, which was fantastic, even if she felt just a little bit guilty about that, because she knew her audition for the end-of-year recital was coming up, and sleeping in meant slacking off on practicing her routine, but, hey, sleeping in every once in a while was good, and she could always just beat up her competition if things started to get too close, right?

Right. Still, even with sleeping in from not having to go to a ballet class at the sweaty buttcrack of dawn, Rosa Emily had still managed to get a lot of stuff done. She half-expected Caleb to chicken out on her, but she'd gone to the store and picked up some hair bleach and dye, thinking if he didn't show up, maybe she could just work on some blue streaks in her own hair or something. She picked up some treats for Tchaikovsky at the pet store from their weird mascot thing, and picked up an ice coffee (black, duh) from the coffee shop, too.

And now she was just going to poke around the apartment while waiting for her potential turn as a hairdresser. She kept discovering more and more knives, some ninja stars, axes...she had more than enough to keep her entertained for a while, yes.

[[likely SP involved, but totally open!]]