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The log pose on Stopgap Isle took 20 years to set, a ridiculous amount of time by any standards, and as such the whole island served as one giant trap for any pirates who happened upon its shores. All treasure, eternal poses, vivre cards, any possible device that could be used for navigation in the Grand Land was seized and taken to the Mayoral Manor at the center of the island.
If the Straw Hats wanted to leave, they needed to get into that Manor.
The plan was simple: split into pairs, infiltrate the Manor during the fancy dinner party, and grab any eternal pose they saw to get them away from here (and as much treasure as they could carry, Nami made sure to insist).
Brook and Chopper opted to stay on the ship to guard it. Zoro and Jinbei were still in the main party area, talking to guests and sampling booze. Nami and Usopp had gone to the basement, where Nami assumed most of the treasure would be. Sanji and Luffy had found the kitchen, and had yet to leave it last anyone heard from them.
Meanwhile, Robin had heard whispers of a poneglph rubbing being stored in the master bedroom, so she and Franky were searching the upper floors.
Robin was picking bedroom locks as the went, while Franky kept an eye out for any guards or wandering party guests.
"Is this really necessary?" Franky asked as Robin crouched over the next lock, "A poneglyph won't help us get out of here."
"Maybe not," she said, an extra ear sprouted against the lock as a set of eyes scanned the hallway above her, "But with any luck this could be the last Road Poneglyph we've been searching for."
"Really?" Franky raised a brow, "You think we're that lucky, huh?"
"Not really." She shot him a wry grin, "Even so, any information on a poneglyph is valuable in and of itself."
The lock clicked open, and she handed Franky back his tools, which he stowed away in his chest compartment. Robin opened the door with a soft touch and a silent glide as she made her way into the room, Franky not far behind.
He flipped the lights on to reveal a large bedroom with a high canopy bed taking up space along the back wall and a wooden desk with numerous draws sitting across from it. Robin made her way to the desk, while Franky busied himself by going through the nightstand and dressers.
He struck out with locating an eternal pose, only finding old pamphlets and bright floral shirts. Robin's disappointed hum had him turning to find her pouring over a large piece of parchment.
"No," she sighed as she rolled it back up, "It's a copy of the Banaro Island poneglyph. I've already read this one."
"Damn." Franky sighed as he closed the drawers, "No luck over here either. You wanna try somewhere else?"
Instead of answering, Robin sprouted an arm by the light switch and flipped it off. Before Franky could ask what that was about, she was in his space, pressing her lips insistently against his and pushing him towards the bed.
This was a sudden and unexpected turn of events, to say the least. Franky flailed around for a bit, but eventually settled his hand on her waist as he kissed her back, letting himself be pushed onto the bed.
Robin followed, climbing on top of him as she kept their mouths sealed together. Franky had half an idea to ask just what was going on, or even why their usually coolheaded archeologist had a sudden need to make-out with him like a horny teenager, but the longer the kiss went on, the less he found himself caring.
The door slammed open and the lights flickered on, causing them to spring apart and stare at one of the Mayor's guards.
His face flushed as he blinked at them, his mouth hanging open in shock, "I...uh..."
"Do you mind?" Robin said as she ran a hand through Franky's hair, "We're in the middle of something."
"Right. Yes." He saluted nonsensically as he backed out of the room, "Sorry about that."
The door clicked shut as he left, and Robin sighed as she pulled away from Franky.
"My apologies," she said as she fixed her dress, "I saw him coming, and that was the best solution I could think of in such short notice."
"I...no, yeah." Franky flashed her a shaky grin and a thumbs up, "No worries. What's an intense make-out session between friends?"
She let out a light laugh as she turned back to the desk, and Franky flopped back on the bed as he tried to get his bearings, his lips still tingling from her touch.
His head hit something hard under the pillow, and he reached under and pulled out an eternal pose to Mangora Island. Not a place he'd ever heard of, but it was a way off of this rock.
"Hey," he whistled to get Robin's attention, and waved the eternal pose, "Got one."
"Excellent," she walked over and took it from him, turning it over in her hands, "I'm sure Nami will be most appreciative. Good work."
The praise so soon after the kiss had his face flushing as he carefully made his way off the bed, and he spared her a quick, "Thanks."
"Let's get going." Robin stashed the eternal pose into her purse as she made her way to the door, "We should rendezvous with the others before they cause an incident, get captured by the Mayor's guards, and subjected to unspeakable tortures."
Franky grimaced at her train of thought, but followed her out the room.
Even so, the kiss would not leave his mind. As the traversed the halls back to the main party, he wondered if Robin would be down to do it for real.