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The Trash King's compound, the preserve, Thursday

"Protective custody" had turned out to be a good plan for CK yesterday. It meant that the Trash King didn't know yet that one of his minions had spilled the beans, and was carrying on with business as usual.

What was "business as usual?" Well, Fandom, you'd have to infiltrate the giant, vaguely dumpster-shaped trashpile out on the preserve to find out. . . .

[open! The sign up for infiltration was just a headcount, so feel free to send someone in even if they weren't prearranged!]

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The compound had itself a nice little clearing, giving the raccoons patrolling the roof easy view of anyone approaching. You'll want to sneak past them to get in, though . . . I mean, they're raccoons, right? How hard could that be?

Alara knew that this was probably not the smartest idea she’d ever had but there were only so many punching bags she could destroy before that got repetitive and so after hearing about the compound she thought she could see if she could be any help and find out something useful.

That was how she had ended up away from the dorms, she had managed to avoid any holes on her way over but she cautiously approached the perimeter of the compound, keeping a look out for any threats as she did.

Malia had nothing resembling anything quite so altruistic about being out on the preserve today. She figured if people ended up falling in holes, that was on them. When animals fell in holes, other animals didn't run around trying to figure out why and how to stop it, they just went about their business and tried not to fall in one themselves, right?

Anyway. She just happened to be out on the preserve, as she was prone to be, and saw this weird trash thing.

"Are you hunting raccoons?" she asked, voice low.

“I’m not really hunting them,” Alara explained softly, “I was mostly curious and wanted to see if I could be useful in finding something about this place,”

Still probably wasn’t a valid reason to be away from the dorms but so far she hadn’t gotten in trouble. Yet.

"About a . . . pile of trash with raccoons on it?"

“Well I thought there might be something useful inside,” Alara replied, paused and added, “past the raccoons,” she glanced up at the raccoons, “I think they’re helping to guard whatever’s inside,”

"Like . . . treasure?" Malia asked. "Or -- wait, is this about the thing that has everyone acting all weird and holding classes online?"

Alara nodded, “I think there may be some information that can be useful to solving whats going on,” she said.

"Huh." Malia looked at the trash heap.

She'd heard of weirder things.

"So what's the plan?"

“I was hoping to see if I could get in and have a look around,”

Alara needed to work on her planning skills.

Malia nodded. “Good plan.”

She wasn’t even being sarcastic! She also just generally wasn’t much of a planner though, so her bar was real low.

“Want me to hint the raccoons for you?”

Alara gave a small smile, "that would be great if you could do that," she said.

Malia grinned. Her eye teeth were slightly longer than they were a moment ago.

"No problem. I find trying to eat things distracts them real well."

And she darted out at the compound, growling wildly, and leaped up at the first raccoon claws first.

Finally, they had something to go off of, and Rosa was in her element, scouting the parameter and taking in what she could before figuring she could slip her way inside for a more detailed investigation.

Plus, she also had a bunch of explosives, so those should come in handy!

...she was pretty sure she would make them come in handy.

[[ also probably mega sp. Life has been....a challenge this month....]]

[WTF LIFE LEAVE US ALONE]

Malia was ~~prowling~~ ~~patrolling~~ prowling around the perimeter after Alara went in, and spotted another non-raccoon keeping an eye on things. She headed over, naturally silent even in the woods, until she was standing right up next to Rosa.

"Popular spot today."

Rosa's attention had been so focused on the compound that she definitely did not notice Malia approaching, and she didn't did not suppress a small jump of surprise at Malia suddenly just being there and speaking.

She did, however, definitely give her a little side-eye.

"Hopefully not too popular," she murmured, turning her attention back to the compound and where she was in plotting a potential approach to get in and look around a little more. "Don't need anyone being stupid messing it up."

“Girl went in,” Malia said, unbothered by Rosa’s ire. “Hasn’t come out.”

Rosa didn't exactly frown at that, but it was a near thing.

"How long ago?"

Malia shrugged. "Awhile? Maybe . . . an hour?"

"See anything useful?" Miguel asked.

Honestly, he was more used to just barging in, but recon never hurt.

Rosa was just going to look over at Miguel for a moment in a way that reminded him that she was on a stake-out for raccoons in a compound made of literal garbage, what did he think?

But then she did follow it up with a "I think I've got a good sense of the place, best break-in point is probably around the back there," she nodded, less vague than the narrative itself, "so we'll see what the inside looks like, maybe leave a few presents."

She cocked her head toward the bag of explosives from McGarrett next to her.

And if he said anything about it looking like she might actually be enjoying herself right now, well...she had a bag full of explosives and she knew where you lived, Tightpants.

"I can't believe I'm not allowed to hang one raccoon from the ceiling, but you're allowed to blow them up," Miguel grumped. "How is that any better?"

Well, technically, the explosives were targeting the compound; if any raccoons just so happened to get caught in the blast, well....

But there were more important things at hand.

"Who said you couldn't hang a raccoon from the ceiling?" Rosa asked, her deep frown making it very clear that, whoever it was, they were wrong.

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"The cop guy," Miguel said, still disgruntled and betting Rosa would know who he meant as well as if he used his name. "We were trying to interrogate the raccoon, and he said nobody was hanging anyone from the ceiling."

He was probably not wrong on that assumption.

"That explains it," Rosa's lip curled a little. "Cops suck."

She could say that now that she wasn't one!

"I'll tell you what," she offered. "If you run into any raccoons on this run and you don't string them up from something? We're breaking up."

This was a very empty threat, of course, although she might have to reevaluate some things.

So, there, stupid cop guy.

"Deal," Miguel said. "Every raccoon I meet is getting strung up."

While the outside just looked like a junkheap, the inside was weirdly high tech. There was a tube on the ceiling funneling small bits of trash through out the structure, and two locked laboratory doors along the entrance corridor. The far end ended in a junction: one way, where the tube lead, was locked down tight. The other wasn't locked at all, and was labelled "security".

The raccoons had put most of their muscle on the outside; the security room just had one, sitting in the corner with a tablet, launching holes across Fandom.

You'd need to get through him to get a key card to the labs.

The first lab was labeled "Biology", and inside you'd find a bunch of raccoons behind safety glass, observing the behaviors of some of Fandom's wildlife. Gremlins and teal deer and woodchucks all sat in little cages, looking disgruntled. One wall had a hole in it in the shape of an alot, the space behind it impenetrably dark. . . .

The second lab was labeled "Anthropology", and had a rotating platform on which several bits and bobs from around town were arranged into an elaborate Rube Goldberg machine, the purpose of which was . . . entirely mysterious.

But hey! At least the rickshaws and trashcans and -- was that a cannon? -- hadn't just vanished entirely?

You weren't getting in here. You weren't. Trying would likely get you holed.

But since when has that ever totally stopped a Fandomite?

Alara made it inside and her first instinct was to follow the tube around and came to the locked door.

She tried shoving against it but even with her strength it didn’t budge.

She decided to go for the other door but she didn’t notice the hole appear as she moved and before she had a chance to react she had fallen in and was gone.

Ping here if you'd like an NPC hole or raccoon as you infiltrate the compound! Reminder: today is a recon day, the big showdown will happen tomorrow!

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