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[justashotaway]

WHO: Kaz, Derrica, Laura, and Tavin
WHAT: Four bright-eyed, bushy-tailed youngsters go to Nevarra's preeminent university in search of knowledge. And state secrets.
WHEN: Mid-to-late Kingsway
WHERE: University of Markham, Nevarra
NOTES: OOC deets for 21 Jump Street are here.

PART ONE


Combination salon + rager, with room for arguing over Great Issues of the Day and also getting crunk.

This is not their best work.

PART TWO


This, on the other hand? They're pretty good at.

Derrica and Tavin distract admin while Kaz and Laura get in and out of the Dean's office with all the records they aren't supposed to have.

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[justashotaway]

It is a lot of cabinet, a little taller than Laura herself (though that isn't difficult), but each individual drawer is quite large. They will only have to check four, it looks like.

She walks over to it and pulls the first brassy handle, tensing for the possibility of retribution. Nothing happens, however, except a smooth scrape of wood against wood as the drawer opens. The same is true of the second, and of the third. The fourth, however, is proof of the reason she tested all of them immediately. By that point, Laura is bent over; if not for the little feet at the corners of the cabinet, the last one would be at floor level.

"This one is locked." Promising. And since he will undoubtedly complain if she uses a claw, she gestures at it. Open that.

[ketterdamn]

While Laura checks the drawers in the cabinet, he examines the dean’s desk. It’s tidy, as he expected, a neat stack of scrolls off to one side. Either work he would get to in the morning or things to be sent away. A piece of parchment sits off-center, the first draft of something in the works, though he doesn’t have time to read any of it because Laura is getting his attention again.

Turning, he stiffly lowers himself into a crouch to examine the lock on the drawer. He picks out one of the long picks, rolling it between his fingers for a moment before deciding against it and choosing another. There’s a rapid succession of changing picks, as he tests and retests, the tumblers remaining firmly in place. Finally, with a deft twist, the lock springs open, drawer sliding out a half inch when it releases. Quick fingers flip through the organizational tabs before he pulls a sheaf of papers out, wrapped in a thin leather folio to keep them together.

Wordlessly, he tops it towards Laura, indicating here’s our prize. Then, he shuts the drawer and re-locks it.