After a gruelling training session (well, sort of gruelling. We talked a lot, and played with Lego a bit. Hmm.. okay, maybe not very gruelling at all) the Ravens of the Storm had worked up a bit of an appetite and decided to do a little Looting and Pillaging to supplement their meagre stores of munchies.
Since it was after midnight, and the Ravens were in Sherwood Park, there was a distinct dirth of potentially pillagable properties in the vicinity. In the end, we settled on a nearby 7-11. But first, we had to don proper raiding attire! The costuming vaults were raided, pictures were taken, and BlackFox got to show off his cool hats (the wearing of which, he explained, made one want to conquer large parts of Eastern Europe.)
Having set their sights on conquest, the Ravens piled into BlackFox's much-too-small car (with Cas volunteering to hold the fort while we were away, 'cuz he really didn't think we could all fit in there) and began the arduous journey to the convenience store. En route, we briefed our recruitment candidates about the proper procedures for mass invasions: there aren't any. Just have fun. Oh - and make sure we get some good pics!
As luck would have it, some of the local population was milling about near the store, and rewarded our arrival with stares of incomprehension. They kept their distance at first, but later on a few brave souls dared approach to ask "Are you guys, like, in a play or something?" Rising to the challenge, one of the new recruitment candidates replied, with utter candor, "No ma'am. We're mercenaries." and proceeded to help himself to a variety of plunderables.
Meanwhile, back near the frozen goods section, BlackFox had found a prize worthy of our looting: An Oreo Icecream Cake! Holding his prize aloft, he posed for victory pictures. All were suitably impressed.
Except the staff.
When we went to pay for our acquisitions (no, we weren't going to abscond with the loot. We're good, honest, law-abiding mercenaries), the cashiers were giving us very odd looks. However, after explaining the reasons behind our theatrics (and showing off Nightshade's new digital camera), they seemed a little less taken aback. In fact, they even posed for some pictures (one showing off her tongue piercing, which recruitment candidate Blakbehr approved of immensely).
Arms and bags spilling over with loot, we made our way back to the getaway car. Re-entry into the vehicle was made a little trickier with the added mass, but somewhow we made it. Cas helped us unload upon our arrival back at HQ, and the goods were dispersed among the hungry members.
Looting and Pillaging is hard work, after all.
Quotes (and Mis-quotables):
"Can you tie me up in this, please?" - BlackFox
"We're strange, but essentially harmless" - Recruitment Candidate BlackBehr
"If you've got any small countries in need of conquering, we're your lads." - BlackFox, to a mundane.
"I'll do anything for money." - Recruitment Candidate Satyr
"Alright, recruit - bend over and take off your clothes." - Nightshade
(now, is that misquotable or what?)