I think that's one thing a lot of people mistake about the pink mohawk style of play--just because it's flashy and over the top doesn't mean it's stupid. Sure, some pink mohawk players have more bravado than sense, but other times the balls-out crazy just masks a brilliant and devious plan.
I could mention some of my old group's exploits in Hong Kong--especially the time we dosed the entire downtown business district with time-released hallucinogens in order to rob a bank owned by Lowfwyr--but
I post that one too often. Instead, I'll tell you about what happened during the game I GM'ed last Friday:
The team had been hired to sneak onto the NYU Campus and sabotage a server cluster that was being used for a corporate research project that had been farmed out to the university. This was a zero-presence run, meaning they had to make it look like an accident and leave no evidence of intentional sabotage.
The group is pretty stealthy--especially Tokala, the fox shifter infiltration specialist--so I figured they'd be able to sneak their way past security without too much trouble. They had other ideas.
The Johnson didn't know where the server was located, only that it was housed somewhere on the NYU campus and that it was completely isolated from all the university's networks. The group started by disguising themselves and wandering about campus getting the layout and looking for any hints about the project or the server's location.
The college had a lot of green space, and the occasional wild animal wasn't unheard of, so the fox shifter decided to wander around in his animal form, so that the faculty and students would be used to seeing a fox on the grounds and wouldn't think much of it when the time came to hit the server.
After a few days of reconnaissance, during which Tokala made a temporary den on site in a drainage culvert, the team managed to put together enough info to pinpoint the server's location--in a secure sub-basement level of the computer science building. That's when they came up with the plan that completely floored me.
The team's face disguised himself as a student, and snuck Tokala into the comp sci building stuffed in a backpack. The hacker's flyspy drones had mapped out the unsecure areas of the building pretty well, including the air vents, so after being dropped off in a bathroom the fox made his way into the air ducts with a flyspy leading the way. Tokala had left his gear behind so he could pass as a regular animal, so when they came to the vertical shaft leading down I expected some sweating as he figured out how to lower himself quietly down to the lower floors without his gecko gloves or rappelling harness.
That's when Tokala's player announced he wasn't trying to be stealthy. His plan was to scrabble down the ~10 ft shaft as noisily as possible, making people believe the wild fox that had been spotted on campus recently had gotten itself stuck in the air vents--probably trying to get out of the cold fall weather and tracking the scent of soy Doritos.
The fox made his way down to the sub-basement where the sever was located, tripping sensors and alarms with giddy abandon, and found himself in a maintenance closet. The hacker managed to delay the alarm signal so they could control when security showed up. After determining that the server room was protected by a card reader, Tokala headed back to the maintenance room and--after checking to make sure there weren't any cameras--shifted into human form and pried open one of the lockers. Inside he found a janitor's uniform, a keycard, and a fifth of cheap bourbon. Tokala put on the coveralls, splashed the bourbon on his face so he'd smell like a drunk, grabbed a mop and bucket and made his way to the server room...
...when campus security got the alarm signal, they sent a couple of guards to go check it out. What the guards found was a freaked out fox hiding between the server racks and yipping angrily at them. One of the guards fired his taser at the fox, which ducked back into the racks making the shot hit one of the servers instead. Seeing the plume of grey white smoke now issuing from the wounded device, the guards decided to secure the area and call in animal control to deal with the situation.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team stood by in their truck--technically a work vehicle from the team's front business as paracritter exterminators--which the hacker had disguised as an official Department of Animal Control vehicle by pulling the appropriate logos from images captured by Manhattan's omnipresent surveillance network and programming it into the ruthenium polymer paintjob. The hacker had also gained control of the local com network, so that any calls made to animal control would be re-routed to them instead. Calculating the appropriate response time, the team circled the block while Tokala continued to chew on cables, piss on the racks, and sing the song of his people at the hapless security guards.
Eventually, the team showed up, and made a good show of attempting to "capture" Tokala--somehow managing to smash just about every piece of delicate equipment in the room while trying to subdue the feral animal. Afterward, the hacker scrubbed any trace of their interference from the school networks, and they called up Mr. Johnson to pick up their payday.
In summary, the infiltration specialist went in as loudly and obviously as possible, set off *all* the alarms, and intentionally started a fight with security--while the rest of the team waltzed in the front door and proceeded to help him smash the severs to bits.
Of course, this wasn't sabotage--just an unfortunate accident--and those responsible were just a stray canine and some bumbling dipshits from animal control--not a shadowy team of professional criminals. That the department of animal control denies sending anyone over or even receiving the call isn't suspicious--they're just covering their asses and trying to avoid litigation.
So you see, going Pink Mohawk doesn't mean your players are reckless hoop-brains lacking the patience and impulse control to do the necessary legwork and formulate a plan. Sometimes going in fast, loud, and crazy
is the plan--and a damn good one.