2253/Indiana Jones and the Cat Burglar

Indiana Jones and the Cat Burglar
Date of Scene:	30 August 2017
Location:	Gotham City Museum of Natural History
Synopsis:	Catwoman makes her move for a couple Egyptian artifacts. Indiana Jones tries to stop her.
Cast of Characters:	Catwoman, Indiana Jones

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Catwoman has posed:
A couple weeks have gone by since Selina Kyle met Indiana Jones inside the Gotham City Museum of Natural History at the Egyptian exhibit. It was a surprise for her, and while she played friendly with him - not all of it play alone - she was really there for another purpose.

It was not exactly a legal one.

Now, Selina had paid for her museum admission fair and square, but they probably wouldn't honor it if a certain catsuited burglar tried to show up with it in the middle of the night. Catwoman's alternative? The rooftops, a ventilation hatch, and air ducts leading into the display area. She'd taken numerous photos under the guise of getting details of the artifacts and information, which was true on the surface, but many of them also had a more primary purpose: time to review the security setup from home. Tonight's the night she adds a new trinket to her collection, whether it will be sold off or not.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Unbeknownst to Selena, the finder of the artifact also happens to be in the museum after hours. He isn't doing anything as nefarious as trying to steal one of the relics. He is doing something much more horrible.

Paperwork.

Indy isn't dressed in the suit that Selina saw him in a few nights ago. Today he is dressed much more like his normal self, khaki shirt and brown slacks with all the usual accessories, except for his whip and his gun. You can't get those by security, even with an all access badge.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman did happen to get inside with her whip, but there are no security systems set up the way she came in. There are, however, cameras. Good thing she found a few spots where she could clip the wires leading back to the control room. That was sure to draw a response to the room, so she watched and waited from the ducts above. A set of scaffolding nearby would work for getting back up once security went about their business again. They'd just have to put in a work order to have the wires repaired in the morning. It'd be too late by then.

Indiana Jones has posed:
If there was one thing that Indy hated, it was paperwork. He sighs, tossing the pen onto the pile in front of him and rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "I hate doing this crap." he mutters to himself and he stands up from his chair to stretch. "Grading papers was the worst part about being a teacher, doing paperwork is the worst part of handing the transport of these things. Still, at least it is easier than running for my life."

He starts walking, just to stretch out his legs, and that path will take him by the security office for a brief moment.

Catwoman has posed:
By the time Indiana Jones has reached the security control center, he'll find a few guards returning from checking on the exhibit. It doesn't take long for him to find out what happened, the guards even showing him the blank screens that should be displaying images of the room and artifacts within. Odd that it's such a localized outage, but these things happen sometimes, right?

As soon as she's determined the guards won't be coming back in just yet, Catwoman springs into action. Having already loosened the screws to a piece of grating up in the ducts, she guides it aside quietly then slides out to drop as silently as a cat on the floor below, going into a forward roll before stopping with a hand flat against the ground, her head sweeping side to side as she confirms the room is empty. Time to get to work.

The first thing she does is reach into her shoulder bag for a glass cutter, making sure it's wide enough to cut a hole that won't be any trouble getting the pair of Bastet artifacts out of. She's got some wraps in the bag to keep them safe, a couple other tools to help deal with any security measures that might be on the display itself. If there are any hidden laser lights for security, a little smoke pellet ought to bring them into view so she knows what to avoid.

Indiana Jones has posed:
"Now that is just odd." Indy says as he looks at the monitors that have gone out. He reaches up and rubs at his chin, scratching at the bit of stubble that ha grown there over the last couple of days. "And you ain't going to even post someone in the room to cover those sections? This kind of outage is routine for you?" he asks the security guards as he taps a the screen.

The smoke pellet reveals a small little laser gird that surrounds the objects, but it isn't hard to defeat. They are not trading this as the Hope diamond or anything. After all, it's just a couple of cat statues.

Catwoman has posed:
"Thought so," Catwoman says to herself smugly, the claw-tipped fingers of her gloves wiggling with anticipation. "Too bad I didn't get to see if they had a pressure plate, but kitty will be home with her cream before it matters." And, most likely, a couple of trinkets from the night's efforts.

Reaching carefully past the patterns of light that show up in the smoke, the first of the two Bastet statues is fetched and drawn back through the opening created for it, wrapped up and tucked away in her bag.

Half the lights in the room have been dimmed to save on the electrical bill. It's quiet. All is going according to plan.

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indy doesn't like this. Something just isn't right. "Alright then." he says to the guards as they continue to sit there and play cards.

Indy makes his way down the hall and heads towards the Egyptian exhibit. He really isn't expecting trouble even though he things something is odd, so he just strolls in.

Catwoman has posed:
One of the guards gave Indy the typical 'Bitch, please' face. Another groused that they weren't being paid enough to do more than a quick sweep every so often. Looks like it's up to the archaeologist to see what's going on. Either it'll be nothing and the guards will have been justified in their indifference, or it'll probably be something they wouldn't be capable of dealing with anyway.

By the time Mr. Jones is reaching the doors to the exhibit room, Catwoman's just finished wrapping up the second statue. "One for play, one for pay," she practically purrs to herself. She'll just have to figure out which one to sell.

Indiana Jones has posed:
"What the..." Indy says as he spies the Catwoman handing there over the now empty case. "You! Cat...lady. Put those back!"

Instinctively his hand moves to his side, where the Webley or the whip would be...and of course neither of them are there. "Shit!"

Catwoman has posed:
She spins to face the man when he's heard calling out to her, immediately recognizing the voice itself. Crap, it's /that/ guy, the one who did the stuff in the movies, the one she spoke to in her secret alter ego. Her voice is different now - it helps with the guise - but if there's any shock or surprise in her it isn't allowed to show. "Well, hello there. Most people call me Catwoman. Purrrrhaps you've heard of me?" Already with the pun.

"Sorry you had to see this, Mr. Jones. I hear you were instrumental in these little babies making their way here, but I'm sure you can find them again a second time," the catsuited woman taunts, sauntering closer. Both statues are safely in her shoulder bag, adding some weight to it, and she unwinds the whip around her waist with a flick of the wrist and a crack. "It's almost a shame you're missing your famous whip. I would have loved to compare them."

Indiana Jones has posed:
Indiana Jones looks around the exhibit as Catwoman unfurls her whip. "Yeah, well if I had it i'd show you a thing or two how to use it, sweetheart!" the 'old' archeologist says. He looks around, muttering to himself 'Come on...come on...".

Finally, he sees what he is looking for. And old exhibit on the Egyptians and their slaves. And included in the exhibit, an old whip. "Ha!" exclaims the man as he ruses over, using his elbow to smash the glass (which in turn sounds the alarm) and reaches into the case to get the artifact.

Catwoman has posed:
"If I didn't have somewhere to be and this was a meeting under different circumstances, I might take you up on the offer," Catwoman retorts. "And I already know how to handle it just fine. But like I said, my schedule's all booked. Sorry."

She begins to back her way toward the scaffolding until he hurries to the display with the old whip within. A brow slides upward behind the tinted goggles she wears, and she makes a tsking sound while shaking her head. "Oh, such an amateur. Now look what you've done. You made a mess and you're going to have security here soon. That's no way to be a master thief." Not wishing for the rent-a-cops to get in the middle of this and risk ruining everything, she closes the distance to the main doorway into the room and with a *CRACK* the whip strikes a panel on the wall, causing a heavy-duty security door to slide down with a thud.

"There we are. No way in for them, and no way out for you," the cat burglar coos.

Indiana Jones has posed:
"Yeah..." says Indy with a scowl, "...but that just means you locked yourself in here with me."

He thrusts his arm forward, the whip unfurling as it sails towards Catwoman in an attempt to snag her ankle to prevent her from getting any further away.

And with a loud *CRACK* the whip snaps right at the apex of the strike. What do you expect when you try to use a whip that was made over thee thousand years ago.

INdy just stares at the handle, then back to Catwoman.

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman smiles, licking her lips sensually as she starts to circle Indiana Jones. "I could say the same to you." She even gives him the first move, planning to counter it into something else as she jumps up over the spot she expects the whip to pass through, only for the thing to simply come apart. Even she grimaces as she lands.

"Oh, that has to be one of your worst nightmares. You just ruined a priceless artifact. What would people say if they saw that?" Half expecting him to drop to his knees and scream at the heavens, she looks to the scaffolding as pounding can be heard on the other side of that solid door. Seems an alarm /will/ get security to put their card game on hold after all.

Running for her escape route, Catwoman's whip, not nearly as old as the one Indiana Jones tried to use, cracks out for an upper rung of the scaffolding as she uses it to help swing her way into the opening of the air duct. "I've got my way out. Come catch me if you can. If not, I'm sure you'll see these up for sale again soon. Nice to meet you, sorry I couldn't stay and play and all that, but you can tell all of your friends you met me. A shame we couldn't dance longer." She doesn't even bother to place the grating back over the opening in the duct. It's time to go before Batman arrives.