Jasper didn't usually read the Muggle paper, and certainly never bought it on his own. He occasionally scanned the Prophet to make sure Snidgeton wasn't up to anything slanderous, but generally he was too busy. Plus the ink smudged onto his suits, and that was entirely too much trouble just for some rubbish news. But Cal left one behind on the coffee table every once in a while; Jasper supposed he read them on the train or something. Today it was The Guardian. He picked it up on his way into the kitchen, intending to throw it out before it had the chance to leech ink onto his sleeve, when he caught sight of the headline just above the fold.

Crown Jewel Exhibit Reopens This Weekend: New Displays Highlight Britain's Treasures.

It had Jasper at "crown jewels." He'd gone to see them once, with his parents when he was very young. The crown jewels may have been the factor that made him, years later, choose a jeweler's as his cover shop. There was something compelling about the perfection of each jewel in it's place, the exact bevels of the facets. Well, he'd also been good at Transfiguration of minerals. But mostly it had been the crowns.

He paused on the sofa and opened to the article, which contained a smattering of color photos of the jewels in their new cases, pleasingly arrayed under lights that brought out their sparkle the most brilliantly. Jasper scanned the edges of the pictures. CCTV cameras in each corner, glass clearly rigged from below the cases for alarms. In the far background, the heavy steel doors that had been present even when Jasper had seen the jewels as a child.

Jasper had long wanted to steal the crown jewels, but it was truly the impossible heist. Most things could be easily stolen via magic; you Apparated in, picked them up, and Apparated out. Jewels were more difficult because they came in cases, which were generally too small to fit a full grown Jasper inside. The old cases for the crown jewels had been that way as well; impossible to Apparate into without touching the sides of the glass and setting off the alarms. Happily, the new ones had "higher ceilings for more favorable lighting," according to the article. Jasper eyed one up, comparing the size to the height of the warder beaming next to it. Looked like he could fit, if he hunched over.

His mind started rifling through previous heists, picking out elements that would be useful in this scenario. He'd need an accomplice, first off.

There was only one option, really. Someone who prized shiny things even more than Jasper. The owl was on its way in seconds, and shortly afterward, Apollo bounded through the study door. He had gold-edged wings on today. Why not?

"Cheers." He held out the paper to Apollo, folded open to the page with the giant picture of a scepter on it. "You ever wanted a crown mate?"

Artemis hadn't stopped laughing since he had emerged from his room dressed as Apollo - really where was her sense of fun? Somehow she failed to realize it was dress as your namesake day, even though he was rather positive he had left a toga on her bed that evening and a formal invite in gold lettering. Maybe he had dreamed it. Usually was the case. His divine visions came as he was resting.

Over an invigorating breakfast of what Arty had dubbed to be sugar bombs due to their effect on her twin Apollo got an owl carrying extraordinary news.

Sparkles and fun.
Jasper

Apollo was out of his seat faster than a wayward twinkle from his gold encrusted sandals, ignoring his sister's shouts of protest. Today had been maybe her day off. Really she wouldn't mind...though she hadn't stopped talking about meeting up with some Sofia friend all day. He would make it up to her. No one could ignore a letter from Jas that practically screamed super fun times ahead!

With unparalleled delight he bound out the shop door looking more like Hermes on an errand for some powerful deity than his intended god. It was no matter for he was leaping up the stairs to Jasper's study four at a time (he was surprisingly limber in his god outfit) and throwing it open with a triumphant wave less than five minutes later.

Jasper was waiting for him with one of those looks Apollo recognized and... the news paper. The news paper with the world's largest diamond Apollo had ever had the pleasure of seeing. One that he dreamed about in his sleep ever since Grandpa Zippy had taken him and Artemis on a bonding extravaganza. Apollo had spent the entire tour trying to get one of the beefeaters to give him the name of their tailor before becoming glued to the crown jewels. He had refused to move - until one of the kind tower guards explained what he would do to his hair with his rather sharp looking knife.

The trip had never been repeated after Apollo had come of age to do magic outside of school. It seemed as though Arty feared he would do something drastic come time to leave the room of shinny shinny.

"You ever wanted a crown mate?"

Apollo's eyes lit up like a school boys as he began to dance about. "YES!" He shouted happily."I should have dressed as King Apollo..." He mused. Curses. The wrong outfit.... but he could change. Its not as though the beefy men would let him in with wings anyway - he had seen what they had done to the woman dressed as a clown.

How would they get to the jewels though? Zippy had seemed quite sure they were some of the hardest pieces of shine to steal when Apollo had threatened to go back after them. "Wait Jas... Aren't there spells to keep us out? Better yet! Who gets the scepter? Oh and don't tell Artemis. She'll make us put them back."

Apollo hadn't looked this happy since...well, the day before yesterday when Jasper had let him Transfigure some rubies at the Boy's Club meeting. He was fairly easy to amuse. But half of success in a heist was enthusiasm. If you were actually crazy enough to believe you could steal something, your insane plan was more likely to work out. It also didn't hurt to have magic in a Muggle world, but Jasper liked to think that there was something about intent too.

"I should have dressed as King Apollo..."

Apollo trailed off in thought, sparkly wings drooping a bit in disappointment. Jasper hoped he wasn't especially attached to those things as a new accessory; he doubted they were going to fit in the jewel cases. Plus they would make Apollo remarkably easy to identify in the event they were seen. Unless he managed to turn them into a new trend overnight, which wasn't entirely out of the question. Jasper thought back in horror to the time every hipster in London had worn snorkeling gear for two weeks because they'd seen Apollo with it at a Friendly Fires gig. Those had been trying times. Jasper didn't really feel his face shape (aka the hated nose) was conducive to plastic goggles. Plus he felt that as in life, subtlety and good tailoring were essential for a heist. His black Valentino suit had yet to let him down, it was a great color for skulking in shadows.

Apollo finally stopped musing over whether or not he could bedazzle a turban or whatever it was he thought about when he appeared serious. "Wait Jas... Aren't there spells to keep us out? Better yet! Who gets the scepter? Oh and don't tell Artemis. She'll make us put them back."

Oh God, Artemis. She generally gave Jasper a moderately hateful glare when he came into their shop. Usually it conveyed something like, "I'd like to kick you in the shins you smarmy, brother-corrupting criminal." Jasper tried to avoid contact when at all possible. Sometimes he could feel a lecture from her looming; it had been since fifth year and he had successfully avoided spending any time with the more upstanding Sinistra.

"You can't let this one slip to Artemis, mate. She'll definitely make us put them back, and it would be the excuse she's been looking for to hex me for years. If she asks, tell her the jewels are fakes you bought in Camden, yeah? Best if you don't mention me at all."

Jasper had done some research on the Tower a few years ago, when he'd first considered stealing the jewels. Miraculously, for a building so old, it had had virtually no magical contact. Maybe something to do with all the witchcraft executions there. It was remarkably convenient. He leaned back in his chair, wishing it was late enough in the day to nefariously sip a cocktail. This was why he didn't get up early; it spoiled all the fun.

"No spells, just a complicated security system. Which we can deal with--" He neglected to mention that Cal would be consulted in this process. Apollo would just talk about wedding favors and icing varieties for an hour then, and they would never get through planning this. "Once we disable the alarms on the cases, it's just Apparating in and out. The new cases--" He pointed them out in the paper-- "are taller, so we can go right inside. With invisibility cloaks, of course. That's the other big obstacle; the jewels are under guard around the clock, so we're going to have to make sure we stay invisible and silent. No one will believe that the jewels just disappeared inside their cases, that's just insane."

"The exhibit just reopened yesterday, so I'm guessing the guards aren't that familiar with it yet. It'll be better to go for the jewels soon, before they get into a routine. You busy tonight?"

He'd have to talk to Cal quickly and learn how to do the work on disabling the security system himself. Cal had been responsible for it at Cambridge and he hadn't paid much attention, but he thought it was really a bad idea to bring him along tonight. It would end in a fistfight in the Tower, and they'd never get away with this. It was going to be hard enough if Apollo insisted on wearing--gold encrusted sandals.

"Aren't your feet cold mate? It's December. And about the scepter--" Secretly, Jasper really wanted the scepter. It looked fun to brandish. It had a massive diamond. "We'll sort that later."

Jasper looked almost - dare Apollo think - concerned when he mentioned the likely reaction of Artemis. Which would hopefully allow him to distract Jasper long enough to grab the scepter and transfigure it out of sight. Then he wouldn't be breaking any promises to Jasper and he would have the proper tools make himself King Apollo, Ruler of Sparkle World! It was a genius plan if ever there was one.

"You can't let this one slip to Artemis, mate. She'll definitely make us put them back, and it would be the excuse she's been looking for to hex me for years. If she asks, tell her the jewels are fakes you bought in Camden, yeah? Best if you don't mention me at all."

That brought up several interesting points. Why did Arty and Jas not get along? Was there an unspoken sexual tension between the two? Did Jas resent her for going out on a date with Wendell rather than him? Could he manage to not tell Arty? Should he maybe not drink ever again in her presence? Would he go into withdrawal? What about sugar? He spoke quite a bit when he had sugar didn't he? Most importantly how would his wings look paired with a union jack suit and a crown?

"My lips are sealed... only can you make sure I not make it back to the shop on weekends? Never know what I might say when I get the secret stealing stare." Apollo gave a little shutter. To much to drink and that certain look from his sister had him confessing his every sin and then some made up ones in between. She took them with a pinch of salt now days and stored through the rest by checking the news. Really she was worse than their mother at times.

Jas seemed to be in agreement and was now going on about invisibility cloaks, when really a mirror ball suit would do the job just as well. All those mirrors, it would be just like being invisible and they would look stylish as well!

"The exhibit just reopened yesterday, so I'm guessing the guards aren't that familiar with it yet. It'll be better to go for the jewels soon, before they get into a routine. You busy tonight?"

Tonight? Apollo frowned. He had been counting on going on this wicked brilliant show where he could stalk his current celebrity obsession and place a covert tracking charm on the muggle followed by a rousing night of Klaxons, girls, and other things Artemis generally wouldn't approve of.

Jasper must have sensed Apollo's sudden moral dilemma. Steal the crown jewels, write that article Carmen had been begging for it (as well as more of him but Artemis had strictly forbid his stepping near Carmen's room... while she was in the house) with her laser beams of lust, and then there was the gig. Major moral dilemma. What he needed was a time turner. "Aren't your feet cold mate? It's December. And about the scepter--We'll sort that later."

Apollo gazed down at his gold painted toe nails and gave them a reassuring wiggle. "Heating spell. A gift for all sandals lovers." He mused, mind still on what he should do. Getting Carmen wasted and to the gig was really the most exciting option but least likely to happen. Really the crown jewels would be easier... but he had the perfect outfit planned for tonight already.

"I was going to go about town tonight Jas. Jamie had invited me his group's gig and promised I could do their makeup. But --" Apollo's brain began to start moving for the first time that week. "I will need an alibi for Artemis and possibly the ministry... so who's to say I can't do both? If you promise me the scepter that is. Else I will have no reason to just so no." Artemis had been giving him that lecture for almost a decade, which was always countered by Zippy telling him to just say yes. It was all rather confusing for someone who had the attention span of a twinkle of glitter.

"It will work out brilliantly Jasper, I can make a stunt double!!"

Apollo's face clouded with various emotions as Jasper spoke. Nervousness, mostly likely in relation to Artemis. Brief concern. Nervous again. That sort of dreamy look he got when he thought about girls or shiny things or shiny girls. Covetous. Shiny things, then. He'd have to keep a sharp eye on the scepter. Then it switched over to actual forehead-creasing thought and Jasper got concerned. Usually it was just Apollo plotting a new and possibly frightening trend, but lately that had meant he was planning a My Little Pony themed engagement party. Cal had been furious when he'd accidentally opened the window for Apollo's owl bearing invitation samples with glitter-festooned Pinkie Pies on the envelopes.

"I was going to go about town tonight Jas. Jamie had invited me his group's gig and promised I could do their makeup. But --" More creasing. Danger. "I will need an alibi for Artemis and possibly the ministry... so who's to say I can't do both? If you promise me the scepter that is. Else I will have no reason to just so no."

There was a pause. Jamie. Right, Klaxons gig tonight in Chatham. Apollo loved Klaxons. They were loud and shiny. Jasper had a fondness for new rave too, but he'd been avoiding Klaxons shows since last August, when two nearby hipsters had accidentally broken a glow stick all over his new boots during a fight over a headband. In retrospect, he probably should not have subtly Transfigured said headband into a rabid weasel, but that had been quite funny. Plus it had cost him loads of money to replace the shoes.

"It will work out brilliantly Jasper, I can make a stunt double!!" Apollo beamed as though he'd just solved world hunger, cured cancer, and expunged high waisted pants from the collective sartorial memory of society.

Two Apollos. A truly frightening prospect for both the space-time continuum and residents of Shoreditch. Jasper didn't think he was quite ready to step into the world of genetic modification just for the sake of a heist yet, as amusing as it would be to play tricks on Cal with double-Sinistra. Plus he thought that if Artemis found out, it might be like the time she'd found out that he and Apollo were storing their surplus smuggled firewhiskey inside her mattress at Hogwarts. Luckily her aim with hexes hadn't been that sharp at fourteen, but he imagined she could inflict some serious damage these days.

He leaned back in his chair, taking another glance at Apollo's feet. He'd painted his toenails. Sometimes Jasper wished Wendell wasn't busying masquerading as Batman these days; things required subtlety sometimes.

"As fascinating a project as cloning you might be, it might require a little more time conducting scientific research than I'm willing to invest in a crime. Sooo--" He rested his fingers together in a triangle below his chin for a moment before continuing. "--maybe we could just go after the gig? If you don't have too many alcopops."

Apollo looked disappointed. Jasper understood. "Don't put the face on. There's a private party at my photographer mate's place in Primrose Hill on Friday. I'll get you on the list. Loads of girls in neon leggings or whatever trend you've got in your shop window these days, I promise. They'll go mental for the wings."

He stood and stretched, feeling suddenly energetic. "And you can tell Artemis that you fell asleep on my couch, as usual. She won't know the difference as long as you don't wear a crown home."

"As fascinating a project as cloning you might be..." Was Jas honestly going to let him do it! Wicked! He had always wanted to be best friends with himself! And to think he could get away with no longer using a mirror and he could go to twice the events he was invited to. Then is demand at parties would go up ten fold - especially if people didn't know there were two. Why to think of all the pranks he could pull and all the time he could spend in both the shop and at clubs - at the same time no less - was mind blowing. Amazing. Brilliant. Fan - Jas continued talking."it might require a little more time conducting scientific research than I'm willing to invest in a crime. Sooo--maybe we could just go after the gig? If you don't have too many alcopops."

Epic fail.

What was the point of a Klaxons gig without the free alcopops? Really now Jas was asking quite a bit of him. And don't get him started on the potential fun that would be lost if he was forced to miss the after party. Everyone was always so generous...

"Don't put the face on. There's a private party at my photographer mate's place in Primrose Hill on Friday. I'll get you on the list. Loads of girls in neon leggings or whatever trend you've got in your shop window these days, I promise. They'll go mental for the wings."

His wings could use a grand introduction to society...

But the Klaxons sober?Did he even like their music? Best not to ask probably. He would just wear some trendy ear covering that day just in case. His wings were going to bedazzle that photographer and he was going to have extra fun with all his friends that night! No sober Apollo then!

"And you can tell Artemis that you fell asleep on my couch, as usual. She won't know the difference as long as you don't wear a crown home."

Sold!

"Deal mate! Though she seems very suspicious about me and your couch. Seems to think it odd that I sleep there almost as often as I sleep in my own bed. She still doesn't understand its fluffy goodness." Apollo gave a happy sigh, his memories of Jasper's couch, while fuzzy, always were enjoyable.

"I had best change then Jas. What screams Klaxons concert and crown jewel robbery at the same time? I was thinking of something along the lines of robber with flare. Not literal flares, wouldn't want to set anything on fire... give me a moment?"

Without waiting for a response, Apollo has seen the other man eyeing up his sandals felt the need to hide them asap, he apperated to his own home and proceeded to get dressed in a relatively quick manner (he might have spent the greater part of yesterday afternoon planning out all possible outfit combinations he might need tomorrow). Thus ten minutes later Apollo returned dressed for the Klaxons and a robbery.

"Concert starts at 10 but we start hanging with the boys at around... I don't really remember what time I promised them - but we have do have plenty of time to plan and eat and make some shinny shinny."

Apollo was easily placated with the promise of another party. Apollo was easily placated in general. Generally Jasper could get him to do just about anything with the promise of a flirtini and something moderately shiny. Luckily he kept both in good supply.

"Deal mate! Though she seems very suspicious about me and your couch. Seems to think it odd that I sleep there almost as often as I sleep in my own bed. She still doesn't understand its fluffy goodness."

Apollo spent a significant amount of time on Jasper's couch. Generally after nights of some sort of debauchery that resulted in an inability to apparate home. Jasper didn't usually remember that Apollo had slept on the couch, but he frequently found rhinestones and accessories shoved down in the cushions. So frequently that he suspected he would someday find a Sinistra-shaped wear pattern in the leather. It would be a rather irregular pattern, depending on whether or not Apollo took up wearing wings all the time. Jasper sincerely hoped that wouldn't be the case.

"I had best change then Jas. Yes, please. What screams Klaxons concert and crown jewel robbery at the same time? I was thinking of something along the lines of robber with flare. Not literal flares, wouldn't want to set anything on fire... give me a moment?"

Jasper attempted to say many things before Apollo left. Something black. Nothing that lights up. No platform shoes. Not that shirt that you wore for Halloween that makes sounds like a Howler. Please God, just something black. However, Apollo had already disappeared in a flurry of gold and glitter, a feather floating gently to the floor where he had been. Jasper took the interim, which could be anywhere up to seven hours when it was Apollo getting dressed, and went upstairs to put on something suitably black. He returned just in time to find a surprisingly prompt Apollo reappearing in his study.

Jasper had, alarmingly, lost the ability to close his mouth.

The shoes were okay. They were black, at least. There weren't any visible rhinestones. They didn't have heels. The shirt was fine. Jasper wasn't sure how appropriate ruffles were for robbery, but they would survive. Okay, so Apollo may have been wearing something that looked like leiderhosen, but they weren't actually sparkling, so he wasn't going to quibble. But then there was the hat.

He had to have made it. There was no store, and Jasper knew all/[ the stores, who would make something that appalling. It was like a cross between an electrocuted flamingo and a tophat, adorned with some kind of fake fruit covered in sparkling beads. Jasper wanted to weep. Profusely. Preferably over the hat so he could cause water damage.

"Concert starts at 10 but we start hanging with the boys at around, Apollo chirped, apparently unperturbed that some kind of hell beast was devouring his hair. I don't really remember what time I promised them - but we have do have plenty of time to plan and eat and make some shinny shinny."

"That...no." Jasper gestured weakly at the hat. It apparently had powers which made mere mortals inarticulate. "You can't. This is a heist. I don't know if you understand the concept, having only gone on, oh, maybe three hundred of them with me before, but generally you shouldn't go to one accessorized as Carmen Miranda's retarded cousin."

"Plus," he forged on, still agape, "we're going to have to do some apparating into quite small spaces. There's no way that thing will fit. And God help us if you end up on CCTV someplace wearing it. I doubt there's another person wandering about in it that we could pretend was you."

He waved a hand dismissively. "Take it off, then. If you want you can make some rubies before we go. I'll tell you the plan while we're working."

That was always good. Apollo liked shiny things. He would forget about the hat and Jasper could take it outside and burn it while he was busy looking at the jewels.

"That...no."

Apollo's hands flew up to his latest creation. It was a wonder no one had seen the potential the hot pink top hat had! He had taken one look at it and had to have it only it had been missing something, something that only an Apollo could provide - style. After a few alterations he had come up with the perfect concert hat, complete with a secret compartment for those emergency doxie powder purchases and for keeping contact information in cause he found that he couldn't take more than one person home.

"You can't. This is a heist. I don't know if you understand the concept, having only gone on, oh, maybe three hundred of them with me before, but generally you shouldn't go to one accessorized as Carmen Miranda's retarded cousin."

What was wrong with Carmen Miranda? She had had something going with the fruity scarf creations! Jasper was just much to conservative in his fashion tastes. He didn't understand that fashion was about expressing him self. To Apollo his hat said he was a fun loving guy that was hungry for fruit and ladies and the odd drug someone might pass his way. Jasper's had said nothing. Jasper needed a hat... perhaps...

"Carmen had something going on mate. Don't deny it, before you found your other side you were attracted to her too. There is something about a woman who wears bananas. Something Genius!"

"Plus, we're going to have to do some apparating into quite small spaces. There's no way that thing will fit. And God help us if you end up on CCTV someplace wearing it. I doubt there's another person wandering about in it that we could pretend was you."

Apollo laughed. That was what Jasper was worried about? As if Apollo couldn't take off his hat after the concert and stick it in his pocket. Why he had this amazing wrinkle proof spell that worked wonders. Why he had another outfit in his back pocket, complete with accessories and a pair of wayward black wings that he was hoping to get onto Jas sometime during the concert. A genius spell as developed by Apollo out of necessity. It saved him the trouble of doing a walk of shame from Jasper's to his house. It also served to keep Arty on her toes, she still was never sure if he had woken up early or bough a completely new outfit on the way home.

"Jas you don't have to worry. I have it all taken care of! I just..."

Jasper waved a dismissive hand, not at all interested in Apollo's intro to his spell, granted the man would be rather impressed once Apollo changed into his black and silver trench coat and matching fedora after the concert!

"Take it off, then. If you want you can make some rubies before we go. I'll tell you the plan while we're working."

Shinny shinny! Apollo's eye lit up. He could do without the hat - he just needed to change out of the hose and into the goth detective ensemble before the concert then... but he so liked the hat. Maybe Jas just didn't want to see his headwear become damaged! Indeed! This had to be the other's logic! Jasper was always so thoughtful when it came to helping others protect their clothes and jewels.

"Alight." Apollo sighed - for the sake of putting up a token protest, " I'll change." He dashed off to the bathroom and moments later emerged, completely changed, hair already styled and makeup done. "I'll just leave these with my closet." He remarked, skipping over to the coat closet that over the years had come to house Apollo's spare clothes.

With another skip he was in the work room on his work bench with a pile of pebbles in hand, already midway through a stone's transformation. "So we are appareting to some location you know, grabbing the jewels, and leaving? Sounds simple enough. Unless there is some muggle thing I don't know about... Grandpa was just telling me the other day that Muggles have automen that are programed to take over the world, and a killer blob in captivity. Maybe we should..." He trailed off as Jasper began to say the real plan, one that did not involve killer blobs and automen.

Apollo made some sort of weak protest which implied that Jasper shouldn't worry. Which was utterly untrue, as Jasper knew he always needed to worry when doing a heist with Apollo. In many ways (namely his magical talent and complete lack of concern for personal safety), his friend was the ideal accomplice. In other ways (inability to speak at a normal volume and propensity for neon), he was the worst possible choice. The benefits outweighed the problems enough to warrant the worry, but sometimes it was a close thing. However, Jasper knew he could always win Apollo over to his wishes with the promise of jewels.

"I'll just leave these with my closet," Apollo chirped when he returned, dressed in something Jasper still found a bit extravagant. At least it didn't have any feathers attached. Bits of garland drifted off the wings as he traipsed across the room and shoved his armful of clothes into the hall closet. Jasper was glad he only kept lower-tier designers there. Actually it had made a general progression into Apollo's closet over the years; at this point he kept about one coat there, just as a token of ownership.

Apollo continued his skipping progress into Jasper's workshop. By the time Jasper arrived he was already halfway through transfiguring a small pile of rubies, simultaneously plying Jasper with a barrage of questions about the heist, which quickly dissolved into something nonsensical. Jasper flipped the tune-out switch in his brain that was usually reserved for Atlas until he saw Apollo's mouth stop moving. A very pleasant thirty seconds spent thinking about what side he was going to part his hair on come spring.

"As fascinating as Zippy's theory is--" And they were certainly interesting. The man was like a geriatric Caedmon-- "our problems are much more traditional."

Jasper had spent a lot of time debating this matter. He didn't especially want to entrust Apollo with the more delicate parts of the heist, but he needed to disengage the security system himself. It was delicate, steady handed work. Plus he could hear the explanation directly from Cal; he'd have to relay it to Apollo (a face to face meeting was absolutely out of the question) and there might be a flaw in his explanation. This was, sadly, the safer route. Unless the hat made a reappearance. It hadn't been among the things in Apollo's arms when he was shoving stuff into the closet. Jasper scanned the room slowly as he continued to explain.

"I'm going to have to take out the CCTV and the alarms on the cases, so the actual stealing is going to be all yours. I'll lend you my invisibility cloak for it-- please be careful, you know how impossibly hard to steal it was. Once you have each piece, you can Banish it to me in a prearranged location. You know the drill-- no knocking things over, no taunting the guard, no matter how stupid their uniform is, et cetera."

He unrolled a square of parchment that he'd sketched up hastily.

"Here's a diagram..."

Some pointing and circling followed, with glitter-shedding nodding on Apollo's part. A short time and a substantial pile of gemstones later, they had the plan down.

"So there it is. Any questions? Any concealed hats? Any models you know are going to be at the gig tonight?"