Owner	Pose
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau has the blue prints for an offive building laid out across his kitchen table. Small lego men represent security. Pennies for cameras, red thread for lasers... He also made scones because when you are having guests you make scones.
Felicia Hardy	Felicia arrives in her thieving gear, famous fur-lined black catsuit and domino mask on her face. She's wearing some bracelets, and her shoes do seem a little bulky, her gloves thicker at the fingers - all the signs of little technological enhancements and gadgets strewn throughout her gear or concealed in the cross-slung belt cocked on her waist. She knocks on the Boathouse, rap-a-tap-tap, and then pushes open the door without waiting to be let in. "So, last time we met in New York...... you said you had an interesting job?" She grins broadly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks slightly, holding out the plate of still steaming scones still dripping with fresh farm butter. "Ah do." He sets the plate down and gestures to the plans. "Wolfram an' 'Art. Dey a law firm in down town manhattan. Dey also using de court system ta," and here he uses air quotes "Legally, steal de 'omes of people who sitting on valuable real estate dat dey unwilling ta sell."
Felicia Hardy	She reaches out and pushes one of the scones around with her finger in a very cat-like gesture, just kind of pushing it around for a moment before deciding what to do with it while she listens the target. Finally she does decide to pick up the scone, taking a big bite on it and chomping down idly while moving with swaying hips over to the setup 'map', "How charmingly low-tech." She grins, clearly teasing the fellow master thief and says, "Modern day landbarons huh?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau grins slightly, "Mah pappa used ta say dat ain' no 'acker, no matter 'ow talented, evah been able to hack inta a fileing cabnet." He says with a grin. "Cops run in right now? We just two friends playing a tabletop game." He nods to her second comment. "Somet'ing like dat, wit' notes of identity theft, securities fraud, and some ot'er t'ings ta boot. We talking stealing brownstones from World War two vets who bought dem out right back when Cap was someone dat was punching 'Itler t'ree days a week. Now de places wort' Millions and dis law firm stealing dem.
Felicia Hardy	"What about hacksaws? Hacksaws can hack into filing cabinets." Another chomping bite of scone and then Black Cat waves the scone around in the air demonstratively and apologetically with a grin, "No disrespect to your pappa." She moves over to push her hip into the table and sort of half-perch on a corner of it, looking things over, "So why is that your problem?" Let's face it, Felicia's not a /villain/, not really, but not much of a hero either. She grins, "Woh's paying the job or what's the score?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau nods simply and smirks, "Ah said almost de exacvt same t'ing at de time, and he threatened ta wash out mah mouth with soap for back talkin'." He offers with a slight grin. "Yah mean what's the score other then saving a half dozen people from being wrongly evicted from dare generational homes and keeping a multi national corperation from gaining more power? Of de sense of pride and acomplishment foh doin' de right t'ing? Foh makin' a difference?" He pauses to give his words weight... then shrugs. "Vault 'as about t'ree million in loose stones an' coins. Yah free ta 'elp yahself ta all yah can get out wit'.
Felicia Hardy	"Did he, wash your mouth out with soap?" She wonders. But then you start talking about saving a half dozen people being wrongfully evicted, and the pride and accomplishment of doing the right thing, and of making a difference. She starts to say, "Remy, this is America...." But before she can go on to explain how society is set up for exactly those things, tree million in loose stones and coins is brought up, "Three million?" She lights up like a kid at Christmas, smiling until dimples show, "I can carry a surprising amount of cash in this costume, now you're speaking my language." She leans over to examine the table more closely, purring and looking at the layout before murmuring, "Do we have someone on the inside, or what's the security like?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau shakes his head. "Non, dare security is top notch and frankly Ah've 'eard dare are Supernatural elements in charge as well, dat dey literally can't be turned. So what we got 'ere is basically it, from mah own reserch, blood sweat and tears."
Felicia Hardy	"What kind supernatural elements?" From where she's leaned at the table she traces her finger along the lines marked to signify walls, as if tracing them out and estimating in her mind's eye how big each room is, the exact number of steps it might take to go from one to the other. "Like, aliens? Mutants? Mad scientists?" She raises an eyebrow, face furrowing and lips thinning out slightly before saying, "If that's true, 300 million might be too little." Her tone clearly teasing.
Remy LeBeau	The corner of Remy's lip turns up slightly. "Demons." he says flattly, still looking at the table. "Which make sense, non? Ah mean dey /are/ lawyers." he stands going to a steaming coffee pot and pouring a tall mug, spooning a bit of honey into it.
Felicia Hardy	"Okay, you throw exploding cards, and I'm hot and sneaky." Felicia's confident quipping is a trait shared by most of the Spider-verse, irreverant sort that they are. "Demons means magic though, do you know anyone we can bring on for that? Warlock, sorcerer? Sorcerer/ess/? Hell even a witch or something?" She straightens up and crosses her arms, before turnign to watch that steaming coffee pot and tilt her nose up to sniff it, "Hey, make me one too, would you?"
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau makes a face and shakes his head. "No one dat Ah trust implicity." He says as he takes down another mug, this one black and covered in a half dozen red "No"'s. But when he pours the hot liquid in the red words fade and greed "Yes!"'s take their place. "Cream an' sugar? he asks curiously and then adds "Den again, Ah don' trust yah, so dat is 'ardly a deterent."
Felicia Hardy	"I mean, you don't have to trust them to like you or me, just trust them to want what's inside bad enough to help break us in. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with a demon, can you beat them up?" She moves to make her way over a little bit, and says, "Lots of cream and sugar please." As you mention you don't trust her she touches her hand to her clavicle and laughs, "Remy, I'm offended. I'm the one who doesn't trust /you/."
Remy LeBeau	Remy LeBeau smirks a bit, "As a wise man once said, Yah c'n always trus' an untrustwort'y person ta be untrustwort'y. It's de trustwort'y people yah gotta watch out foh, cause yah c'n nevah predict when dey goin' ta do somet'ing stupid." he grins a bit, getting fresh cream from the fridge and gesturing to the sugar bowl. "What 'bout yah. Yah know anyone dat dabble in dis stuff wit' a compe'tence foh B & E?"