The Security Footage

Who: Amber, Keto & Marwood
Where: Hawaiian Hotel
When: After going in search of the security camera footage
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"You trod on my foot," said Keto accusingly.
"Who cares? let's just get going" replied Marwood
uncharacteristically. The three of them put on a pair of dark shades
and moved off down the corridor, praying that Shakespeare or Phantom
didn't see them leave the same room.
"It should be on the ground floor, behind the front desk" Amber said,
taking lead. They entered the lift and pressed for the ground floor.
The three looked like something out of the matrix when they exited the
lift. Amber pulled out the gun and aimed it at the scared
receptionists head, square between the eyes.
"Would you be so kind. As to tell us the location of the security
tapes?" The receptionist pointed to an unmarked door and whimpered.
The three moved away.
"What was that for?" Peter asked.
"I'm pissed off." Amber replied simply.
The three of them walked through the door, Amber kicking it aside as
she entered. Behind the door lay a short corridor, opening out into
what soon turned out to be a huge room lined with shelves, every shelf
filled with security tapes with dates and times scrawled on the side.
"Look at this place. Somebody here doesn't like to throw things
away," said Peter.
"It looks like the medibay. Only tidier," agreed Amber. Keto glared
at her, but looked away quickly when he remembered the receptionist.
"I'll remember that, when you're not the heavily armed one," he
muttered, ignoring the fact that this would probably mean never.
"Come on guys, it's best we find this tape quickly" Marwood reasoned
as they began scanning the videos. "Why?" Keto asked, not looking up
from the pile on the floor he was examining. "Because a - if we don't
get it, someone else may get their hands on it. That tape could be
valuable blackmail material." said Marwood. "or B - YOU could use it
as blackmail" Amber said, pointing a gun at the back of Keto's head.
"While ordinarily the idea of getting some kind of manipulative power
over either and/or both of you would be highly appealing," said Keto,
not looking up from sifting through the tapes, "I think that, given
the actual content of these tapes, my using them as leverage is beyond
the realms of conception. Mainly because I shudder to even think that
the atoms that I breathe in and out might someday be shared by you two
cretins, let alone be a party to something that might be shown on this
tape. I want to destroy it even more than you do, believe me. Aha!"
He held up a videotape. "This is last evening's tape."
Amber went for the tape, to grab it from Keto's hands, but he held it
up out of reach.
"I think we'll watch this before you get yopur hands on it." He
growled, stalking away to a tape player in the corner. Grudgingly
Amber followed and sat down to watch the tape, dreading what was going
to be on it.
Peter locked the door to make sure no one would be able to get in and
see what, if anything, was on the tape. He turned off the lights so
they could see clearly and made a mental note to keep an eye on Keto.
He felt for the holster under his armpit and made sure the gun was
fully loaded.
Keto leaned forwards and slid the videotape into the player, before
leaning back slightly, fingers steepled. The three of them exchanged
glances as the video cut to a shot of the bedroom some time last
evening. The room was empty.
"This is too early. Fast forward it," said Amber. Keto leaned
forwards, tapped a button, and they watched as the film sped up, the
occasional leaves blowing past the window or bird flying by becoming
mere flickers on the film.
Amber watched the ticker timer speed on, and called out for Keto to
stop the tape somewhere around 2am. The three sat in silence as the
tape played on.
On the screen, the door opened. Unconsciously, all three viewers
leaned forwards, craning their necks to see. A head poked around the
door jamb.
It was Shakespeare.
"WHAT?" yelled Keto, before being hissed at by the other two and
falling silent again.
Shakespeare peered around the room, then slowly wandered in, and
started examining the wardrobe.
"Forsooth," the viewers heard him mutter, "What strange contraption is
this?"
Then, unexpectedly, he opened the wardrobe door and stepped inside.
It swung shut behind him, just as another off-screen voice was heard
to say, "Hey, where did Shakespeare go?"
Another head poked itself around the doorframe.
"Who the hell is that guy? Christ, he's ugly" Marwood squinted at the
screen, looking at the figure. "That's you you big eared clod" sighed
Keto, stressed by a mixture of anger, frustration and peanut poisonning.
Amber staggered in next and crawled into the bed, mumbling something
incoherant. After crawling under the covers a pile of clothes was
deposited on the floor.
"It'sssshh too hot." She slurred in the video.
The door moved slightly with an audible thud. Keto's voice was heard
to say, "Ow..." Then, slowly, he staggered inside, knocking it shut
behind him.
"What're you all doing here?" he asked irritably, waving one unsteady
finger at a point somewhere between Peter and the lump under the
bedcovers that was Amber, "Get out of my room!"
With that, he staggered around the bed and collapsed next to it, on
the floor.
"Thish ish my room..." said a mumbled voice from the bed.
"It's hotter than...than...something weally hawt" slurred Peter,
unbuttoning his shirt and collapsing on the bed, inadvertendtly using
Amber as a pillow.
"It's Hawawa...Hawee. New Hawawawee, genius," scoffed Keto from floor
level. This was followed by his own pile of clothes being flung
across the room, where they hit the wardrobe door. "Now I *told* you,
get out of my room!"
"Don' think this IS your room..." managed Peter, still semi-conscious.
Keto's only response was a disbelieving laugh, followed by him
crawling up onto the bed.
"If thish washn't my room," he said, "I wouldn't be in it'sh bed.
Squid pro queue pro, you know."
The video went on a bit, after about two minutes snoring could be heard.
"Well thats that then.... Burn it." Amber said, standing up.
"For once, you've got the right idea," said Keto, also standing up, a
look of distaste on his face. He ejected the videotape and looked
around for a handy furnace. Seeing a small metallic hatch set into
the wall labelled "Disposal", he marched swiftly over, yanked it open
and threw the tape inside. When he closed the hatch, there was a loud
roar from behind it, then silence.
"Potential problem solved," he said, brushing his hands together,
"Now, I suggest we get our last ingredient, get back to the Dwarf and
get the hell away from each other."
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OOC: This has been a JP by Amber (Becca), Keto (Chris) and Marwood
(Grant). Tag people. :)