Tales from the Queendom: The Thief The night is still and s..

Tales from the Queendom: The Thief The night is still and silent with the cold. Even the small critters of the land are burrowed or nested on this night. For one Podian this is a very clear signal to begin their work. With steps as quiet as an Owl's flight our new friend makes their way toward their usual target, the Capital Museum. During the walk they think to all the times they've snuck inside, causing a tent to form in their pants. We've made it to the observation area in a partially unused building. Placed in a line near the window, shoes and socks are visible along with a very large white stain on the floor nearby. Moving to the window our friend grabs a pair of socks and slips both onto his still erect rod and begins observation of the Museum. Carefully mapping out guard paths. One hour passes with only the sounds of dripping fluid hitting the floor to break up the silence. Slipping the socks off and walking toward the door our friend has decided now is the time to move. He moves inside from a door that is consistently propped open due to a guard who has to take "Breaks" from his job else his uniform get ruined. Our friend steps over the puddle of surrender and begins slowly and silently making their way to a pair of perfectly imprinted flip flops worn in by the still living preceding Queen. -Insert glow and angel harmony here- Our friend thanks their lucky stars that they took the time to fill Royal socks before arriving. Using a EMP like device he is able to lift the hinged glass covering without tripping alarms. Swapping these shoes for a similar pair with similar wear. He knows they'll find out eventually. As carefully as he had arrived, he leaves once again. Careful to step over the now larger surrender puddle. Arriving back at his hideout, his tent has returned in force. Quickly with shaking hands he places one of the flip flops on the ground and the other in his land. Pressing his rod to one and the other to his nose. Without even a second to think he blows his wad across the room and all over the second shoe. Blowing once more before he can realize what's happened. He falls backwards with a thud, dropping the shoe in hand. His rod still twitching out small spurts. Our new friend The Thief falls asleep with a smile. Index: *Surrender Puddles are illegal in Podia. There's a reason there are self-cleaning "collectors" in each major city. *This Museum isnt very well protected due to relative peace for multiple generations.