You Can't Smoke That In Here: Museum Night [Harvey/Alayn/Haze/Nolli]

Alayn yawned. What was she doing inside such a boring museum again? This place was absolutely dreadful. There really wasn’t anything fun to do or even see. All the exhibits failed to spark even the slightest bit of interest in her. So what was she doing here?

Oh, right. There was nothing else to do in the city. If a museum was her last resort for entertainment, then there was something wrong with the world.
Looking around the museum, she saw a sign pointing to an ancient civilization exhibition. Having explored everywhere else and finding it a bit too boring, she decided to enter that exhibit. She honestly hoped that it would be so much better than the rest of the horrid museum. With any luck, those exhibits would have real artifacts and not the fakes that made her trip here way too boring.

Stepping into the hall, she looked around to see what was there. There were several different exhibits, each housing many strange artifacts. Taking a bored glance, she skimmed over the various information cards, absorbing the information.

Alayn sighed, continuing through the exhibit. Suddenly, someone in front of her dropped something and quickly twisted around.

"that wasn't me."

What was he talking about? Was it related to what he dropped? Curious, she asked.

“What wasn’t you?”

Man, oh man... I am so lost... For the past half hour, Nolli had been strolling aimlessly around the huge North District Museum in search of his family.

The Sharma family had decided to take a much needed vacation from their chaotic lifestyle and tour the North District. Today was museum day, and Nolli had gone to take a quick trip to the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, his large family of fourteen had gone on to the next exhibit- unaware of Nolli's disappearance. Pfft, well this was bound to happen at some point, I guess... Better me than one of the little guys. Taking a head count every hour or two, Nolli's family was sure to acknowledge his absence eventually.

Aside from his family, Nolli had seen only a few other individuals touring the museum. Most were the intellectual-looking type, others were probably tourists like himself.

Growing accustomed to leisurely browsing the exhibits alone, Nolli happened upon many new and interesting things. He'd taken a peculiar liking to the old, hand-crafted masks from a continent somewhere on the other side of the world.

He'd been examining a heavily decorated wall when he found himself in a room that displayed antiques from a much earlier civilization. Glancing around, he spotted a rather startled, twenty-some man standing in front of some old wood carvings. A younger girl with bright red hair stood in front of him.

"That wasn't me," the guy stammered.

“What wasn’t you?” the girl asked.

Nolli came up behind the girl and peered beyond her and the guy to the smoking carvings. Ohhh... that's definitely not good..., he remarked inwardly. "Dude, that was clearly you," he nodded towards the burning display. Nolli looked up towards a nearby security camera, I'll just stay way back here so they can't question my involvement in this...

Nolli grinned, slightly amused and completely unsure of what he should do. On one hand, the museum was boring as hell, and accidentally burning it down would definitely liven things up (that's a horrible reason), on the other, lawsuit.

"You... You should put that out," Nolli gestured towards the small fire that'd taken to the dry wood. Doesn't this place have any smoke de- The fire alarm went off. Heh, yep.

Almost as soon as the alarms started to sound, a familiar looking faced rushed in from a nearby room. Haze? Nolli squinted to get a better look. That was definitely Haze.

"OH, HI HAZE!" Nolli waved to her as she attempted to extinguish the small flames with her jacket.

"THEY DID IT!"

At the sound of the accusation, Nolli turned back to the guy and raised an eyebrow, wwoooww, asshole.

He watched, getting thoroughly soaked, as the red-head scrambled after the guy attempting to flee the scene. Eyeballing the guards, who seemed far more occupied with the fleeing duo, Nolli gradually receded, hoping to mask his presence in the midst of the chaos. At this point, the two were far enough away that running after them himself would be pointless. Crossing his arms, Nolli pondered what he should do in this type of situation. As things were now, he could probably just sneak away unnoticed. Sneak away and go back to touring museums.... Nope, nope, nope.

Suddenly, an idea came to him. Though probably not a good idea, it was still an idea.

Grinning mischievously, Nolli carefully removed one of his mismatched boots. He cautiously creeped along the wall until he was directly under the camera, which was apparently the only one in this particular room. He snorted, dumbasses... One camera left way too many blind spots.

Taking aim, Nolli threw the boot at hard as he could. Oh my fucking God, are you kidding me... Nolli scowled at the sudden turn of events. Just as the boot was about to come down on the head of the Unintended Arsonist, a museum guard somehow found his way into its trajectory. Still scowling, Nolli glared as the boot hit with a loud smack. The guard crumpled to the floor, unconscious. Unfortunately, Nolli wasn't the only one to witness the happening amongst the craziness. Another guard turned to where the boot had come from and started to make his way towards Nolli.

Tsk, dammit. I knew that wasn't a good idea... Now it was time to run. Removing his other boot in order to balance his steps, Nolli chucked it at the second guards face. He smirked, the guy dropped like a rock.

Now sprinting, careful not to slip on the wet tile like the red-head had done earlier, Nolli made his way to the exit opposite of the one the smoker and red-head were due towards.

This wasn't his original plan, but it was still better than going to the Museum of Benign Parasites (which was to be toured by the Sharma family in two hours.)

Maybe if he was fast enough, Nolli would be able to catch up with the other two on the other side of the building.

That is, if they escaped

He heard someone slip behind him and he hoped that it was his ticket to a safe location but after looking behind him he saw that they had gotten back up. He did however manage to grab the name of one of the girl's that was behind him. He didn't know which one it had been but he wasn't very interested in talking to either of them at this point. Mostly he just wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. A goal which seemed slightly unattainable as soon as he slipped up turning to face forward again, his body sliding across the wet floor as his hands pressed down.

Quick escape time….

Only that had been paused as he got up and felt a hand grab the back of his jacket. He turned around and faced what had to be one of the prettier girls he had seen in a long time. The red haired girl had caught up to them as well, a pretty one herself though not quite Hoss's tastes. "I'm fucking wet." Her finger poked him but he had taken that entirely the wrong way as a devilish grin crossed his face. "I'm fucking miserable." That grin didn't dare escape as he stared into her eyes, appreciating them right now. She had something up her sleeve, he just didn't know what right now. She had to have something she could do, right? "The museum security is looking for the four of us and it's your fucking fault."

She grabbed his collar and pulled him down as he felt a tingle down his spine. This was getting quite touchy feely, he got to thinking that maybe they should be taking this somewhere in private so he could address how wet he had made her? "But you, you're gonna help me get out of this shit."

"My pleasure," he told her as his hand brushed a wet bang behind her hair and shooting her a wink before pulling away from her and dropping his hands to the ground. His mind focused on the water and the ground and he got an idea. He raised his wet hand and felt the water as the hand against the ground converted a mass of material to water, his hand almost melting through the surface as he felt the floor under his hand convert. "Going down…"

The floor turned to water, at first dropping slightly and creating more water and then as the thicker layers were converted the rest broke out from under the weight of them. Hoss fell down hard on one knee before looking up, "Follow me."

The blow to the knee and the fact that he was a smoke slowed him down a little from his normal top speed but the adrenaline and endorphins that kicked in began making up for that little fact. He took off in the direction he would have just come from a floor above, making his way toward the nearest display. As he moved though he felt the urge to whistle grow too strong.

"Looks like hiding isn't an optio-" The sentence was cut off as he began to whistle the globetrotters theme song, his eyes darting around for an exit sign.

Fuck, way out… way out….

He saw a window and pointed it out, tearing toward it as he heard the distant sounds that most likely had been tweedle dee and tweedle dum falling through the hole he had made. Then again for all he knew it had been the other guy who had seemingly gone missing since the initial escape.

Alarms resonated throughout the tall, marble structure of the now deserted museum (with the exception of the tubby security guards and their targets). Having seemingly lost his uniformed pursuers for the time being, Nolli's pace was reduced to an almost leisurely jog. His bare feet padded lightly through the wide halls as he glanced this way and that. The Fugitive Boot-Tosser followed glowing, red exit signs till he came upon an emergency stairwell. Beginning his descent to the floor below, a violent tremble forced Nolli to grab hold of the railing with both hands so as not the fall down the fucking stairs in a tragic accident. The fuck. It felt as if part of the museum had just collapsed. A few seconds passed before the shaking finally ceased. Nolli frowned and mumbled something to the wall, "an earthquake maybe?" The wall did not respond. Rude.

Continuing down the stairs as if nothing happened, Nolli opened the heavy metal door leading to the level below. What. What he saw almost shocked him but didn't-- since Nolli's seen a bunch of bizarre fucking things and nothing ever surprises him anymore. Three of his fellow escapees sat or stood in a shallow pool of cloudy water mixed with dust and rubble. It seemed ceiling above them had completely given out, I guess that explains the rumbling.

A not-so-graceful sound echoed down the hallways.

“What in hell was that?” inquired the ginger chick, rather loudly.

Nolli's head whipped towards the source of the sound. From the hall stumbled two very out of breath guards. Nolli assumed that the noise they'd just heard was probably their ever-so-agile friends delicately crashing into some precious, ten thousand year old artifacts. Nolli snorted, more importantly, were the stocky guards really so out of shape that they were exhausted from a thirty foot run from the elevator?

Still standing in doorway of the fire escape, Nolli's gaze was drawn to the guy, who'd created this whole mess in the first place, as he shot up and sprinted towards a nearby window. Nolli's eyes widened as a sudden realization crossed his mind. Without thinking, he took off after the smoker (who could run surprisingly well for a smoker). Small pieces of ceiling dug into the bottom of his bare feet, reminding Nolli that he could've just thrown something at the guys head, which in turn, reminded him of how well that turned out last time. Barely coming within reach of the man, Nolli grasped for the back of his collar, jerking him back violently. "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING? ARE YOU AWARE THAT WE'RE ON THE SECOND FLOOR?