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[Armok]

If you don't, you'll lose the important client, and and you're used to killing people you don't really want to...

[Grek]

Better bumping through temporal science.

[Armok]

RNG, Silluette, will you PLEASE suggest actions?

Any lurkers may also sugest some kinds of things, so somone do that to!

[silhouette]

the jester loves you, you love the jester, everyone kisses and makes up.

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I kind of need more information about the said environment... oh well...
So we just create things up?

"Well i guess i should take up some disguise!" Thought the jester to himself as he closed the refrigerator and licked the crumbs of meat off his fingers, which he still didn't know how he accomplished that...
The jester then slid along the walls, and out the door, he liked acting like a shadow, too bad about the harlequin like clothes he was wearing, too visible.
The jester was just about to exit from the same way he came in, a window about five meters high, only accessible by a series of leaps, jumps, and overall acrobatic feats, meaning he had to run up the pile of crates silently, jump and grab onto the pole which ran beside the window, and swing himself up to the window, which he then had to unlatch it again, which he did, and pushed open the window.

But the jester had another idea as he spied the crates.
He slid back down to the floor and approached the crates, making sure no guard was coming... Yet...
He opened the nearest one and fitted himself inside it, and close the lid, why not create a legend while hes at this place?
There he sat patiently waiting for one of the guards to stop, see the open window, which was only visible while standing in front of the crate the jester was in, that is when he would spring his trap.

The jester saw the light from the guard before he heard him, it seems like the crates were shoddily made, due to the holes and all, but that did not give away his presence.

"What the..." The guard exclaimed as he swung his torch round and felt the cold coming in from the open window.
Stepping almost one foot away from the crate, the guard was just about to pick up his radio and inform the others when the jester popped out and started screaming at the guard.
Now, someone popping up from a crate when you least expect it would be enough to frighten anyone, but someone who looks like a clown that had been buried in dirt for fifty years and only awoken now would scare the bejeezus out of ANYONE, especially with the screaming.
The guards eyes rolled back into his head, and slowly fell back onto the floor.
"Heh, why not..." the jester thought, eyeing the guards clothes.
Shouts and torch beams waving erratically  were heard and viewed by the jester as he did his acrobatics, thick guard clothes in hand.
He opened the window, swung himself through, then quietly shut it, scurrying across to the ledge beside the window.

The jester now found it safe enough, well for the time being, and put on the clothes he managed to pinch. (over his jesters outfit)
"Much warmer..." he whispered to himself, though he himself could barely hear it due to the icy wind muffled his voice.
"Atleast now i wont be as visible, and im much warmer!"
Propelling himself off of the side of the building, the jester grabbed the power pole and slid down to the snow covered floor.

[Armok]

That was not what I had planed, but it works except or a few details/assumptions:
That "radio" is actually some magical device that just functions similarly, and that the guards clothes are enchanted to produce heat and not merely warm clothes, because it's cold enough that the air almost turns liquid outside.
What Grek did was more like what I had intended, but the main difference is length, so your method works to as long as adjustments are taken into account and it's not abused.

[Grek]

Is this dead already?

[Armok]

RNG is holding it up.

[Armok]

So, uuh, is anyone interested in taking RNG's place? are the other players still around?