Raw Log - Session 033

<jacobkosh>: last time, you discovered that TMNT has some cause to be angry at Pitch
<jacobkosh>: and discovered that they had tried to bluff their way past security there, and left resonance in his storage locker
<jacobkosh>: however
<jacobkosh>: that leaves the question of who was messing with his accounts
<jacobkosh>: and why dolph was last seen on the ferry to Victoria
<jacobkosh>: there is also the open question of who the woman at the club he met was, or if she’s even relevant
<jacobkosh>: And that’s where we’ll begin. The woman at the facility is looking at you guys – the ‘federal agents’ – questioningly, wondering if she can lock up for the night.
<desc>: (I think that was all we needed from her when we closed, but I also recall Eli babysitting Pitch so you guys didn’t kill him as we closed.)
<ppups>: (I know aurie and bj were bitching int he storage facility)
<ppups>: (the 3 of us were in the office with pitch?)
<jacobkosh>: yeah
<desc>: (no, pitch was with eli outside, you 3 were in there. maybe we actually bid the woman who worked there adieu already, actually.)
<ppups>: (i was not with aurie and bj)
<ppups>: (i was with sinon)
<jacobkosh>: if you guys want to move on to another avenue, we can skip ahead there. unless aurie wants to flirt with the girl some more
<ppups>: (u were not with us?)

  • ppups is now known as ppups_desktop
  • ppups_laptop is now known as ppups
    <desc>: I think unless there was more searching to do we were done. We picked up the TMNT info. If anyone is doing more readings then we could do so before moving on.
    <ppups>: let the record show that goldman freaked out when sinon explained dolph was seen heading to seerland
    <misteranthropy>: (what did BJ find out at the computer last time?)
    <misteranthropy>: (and sinon has not mentioned it yet… so feel free to freak out in a bit)
    <thomamelas>: (Pitch’s locker number. )
    <ppups>: (well if we skip past the rest of the storage place scene are you still not going to have mentioned it?)
    <misteranthropy>: (it will be discussed without any sleepers around at least)
    <ppups>: (oh ho dis man a thinker)
    <desc>: (okay, any other readings or ESPs to do in the storage locker itself? all his stuff was moved out anyway.)
    <thomamelas>: (I did what I need to do.)
    <jacobkosh>: Marceline, the desk girl, begins turning on the night-lights with loud electric THUNKs. “So….are there any problems?” to those of you near the office.
    <ppups>: Goldman ignores her.
    <ell>: (my mum called. rode my ass for 20 minutes and then asked “why didn’t you come to see us on sunday”)
    <jacobkosh>: (you need some kind of gatekeeper to deal with your mom for you, ell)
    <thomamelas>: Looks to Aur. “We should rejoin the others.”
    <thomamelas>: (Your mom is something else.)
    <ell>: “Yes, let’s regroup and head out.”
    <ell>: (no she isn’t she is fine)
    <jacobkosh>: Marceline brightens as she sees Aurie and BJ returning. “So…it’s not, like, a crime scene, right? No dead bodies or drugs?”
    <ell>: (she worries and she cares. maybe too much but it isn’t any abnormal pathology)
    <misteranthropy>: Sinon tosses the phone back in the glove compartment. He looks around a bit, taps three of his fingers on the wheel and sighs before stepping out to rejoin the others.
    <thomamelas>: “No, I think we saw everything we need to see.” Gestures for the others to follow him out.
    <ell>: “No, everything is fine. But please contact us at this number if you see anything suspicious.” Aurie hands her a slip of paper with her prepaid number on it.
    <jacobkosh>: She nods enthusiastically. “I will, thank you!”
    <ppups>: (scene?)
    <desc>: (y)
    <misteranthropy>: (y)
    <jacobkosh>: (what next?)
    <ell>: (shrug)
    <ell>: also beat
    <ppups>: (the adorably named Mr. Spook has information to impart)
    <thomamelas>: (We can check out the club, or call TMNT to find out why they want to strangle Pitch beyond the usual reasons.)
    <ppups>: (he fucked up their statue! u think there’s more to it?)
    <thomamelas>: (They are mages, you can usually assume there is more to it.)
    <ell>: (THEY fucked up the statue and are blaming pitch for their own failings)
    <ppups>: (so amended)
    <thomamelas>: (Actually Elder Brother seems to have fucked it up. They just put it in a position for it to get fucked up.)
    <desc>: (who puts priceless art in the hands of doofs)
    <jacobkosh>: (but who fucked Elder Brother up?)
    <desc>: (as a Mysterium Corax,)
    <jacobkosh>: ( )
    <thomamelas>: (Someone I want to avoid annoying.)
    <thomamelas>: (Anyway, those are the only two avenues I can think of.)
    <ppups>: (oh desc think he fancy)
    <jacobkosh>: (he do)
    <jacobkosh>: (aside from TMNT and the club, there is also dolph.)
    <thomamelas>: (Nope. Big dude named Dolph. You know he’s gonna end up being a blind swordsman. And you don’t fuck with blind dudes with a sword.)
    <jacobkosh>: (hahahaha)
    <ppups>: (until sinon shares deets, goldman doesn’t care, but as a player i vote for the club)
    <desc>: Eli votes for the club in case everyone can find the girl because she is tired of hearing about demo cassette rereleases.
    <thomamelas>: Sounds like a plan.
    <jacobkosh>: Ok!
    <jacobkosh>: 1 sec
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch gives you guys directions to the bar. It’s called Samizdat and is located on Granville Island, south of your current location and across the river.
    <jacobkosh>: “This place is pretty cool,” Pitch says, mainly to Elithora. “Like…they get some great acts in there. And they haven’t gone all fucking yuppie yet like the rest of the island.”
    <ppups>: Goldman rolls her eyes
    <thomamelas>: “Pitch, have you ever pondered the merits of quite reflection on the path that lead you to where you are now?”
    <desc>: Eli nods with a strained smile. “Right. They’re still, um, underground?”
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch shrugs and smirks at BJ’s comment, but toward Elithora, who is clearly his fellow-traveler against the squares
    <ppups>: (eli too nice for her own good)
    <desc>: (also she detests all forms of heavy metal)
    <thomamelas>: (It’s Eli’s own Tomb of Horrors.)
    <ppups>: (gonna start poking u till i find the button that activites bitch mode)
    <ppups>: (haha yessssss)
    <ell>: ()
    <thomamelas>: Goes to head inside, to look around.
    <jacobkosh>: The bar is located on a street full of them; parking is at a premium and it takes about ten minutes of searching and that much again of walking to get there. Samizdat is done up in that faux-USSR vibe that was big a while back. Lots of artfully rusted metal and visible rivets on things.
    <ell>: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=px3YqG_XHSUGetting info…
    <jacobkosh>: The crowd is a mix of hardcore kids and the upwardly-mobile urbanites of the area. Rather than rubbing shoulders, the former group tends to hang around the stage and billiards tables while the yuppies sit in the booths on the other side.
    <misteranthropy>: Sinon removes his tie and jacket, tossing them back into the car. He rolls up his sleeves before following the others in.
    <jacobkosh>: There isn’t a band on right now, but one is apparently due in an hour and the room is starting to fill up. A bored-looking bouncer raises an eyebrow at your group but lets you past wordlessly.
    <desc>: Eli looks around, a little skeptical of the general milieu.
    <ell>: Aurelia is wishing she’d changed
    <jacobkosh>: “You guys have gotta try their Red Dawn, it’s a Long Island iced tea but with fizzy grenadine…”
    <ppups>: Goldman discusses the bartender’s selection at length, then takes a cocktail to an empty booth.
    <desc>: (elldren: dis yutube. wat.)
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch goes up and gets the aforementioned concoction, sipping it eagerly as he eyes the crowd.
    <ell>: (it is beauty)
    <ell>: Aurelia tries it herself
    <thomamelas>: At this point BJ rubs his temples. Is tired and thanks the Red Dawn idea has a headache. Resists the urge to lecture Pitch about communism.
    <jacobkosh>: A young Asian man in a tweed coat with leather elbow patches and a messenger bag taps Pitch on the shoulder. “Oh, hey, man! Are you, uh…?”
    <desc>: Eli orders a beer she’s never heard of and slides next to Goldman in booth. The look on her face is a question: Why does every song in here go “chugga chugga chugga chugga”?
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch shakes his head. “Not tonight, bro. But I’ll call you in a couple days, yeah?”
    <jacobkosh>: The kid looks sour for a moment. “He won’t like that,” he says at last.
    <ppups>: Goldman’s confused. “What? The drink? Better than a beer, though just barely.”
    <jacobkosh>: “Sorry, man,” Pitch says. “It’s kind of an emergency.”
    <jacobkosh>: The kid shrugs finally and wanders off.
    <misteranthropy>: Sinon joins the others in the booth and begins tapping his fingers in ‘1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.’ cadence. He stares at Pitch.
    <thomamelas>: Sitting with the others. Looks at the tweed suited fellow leaving. Thinks the leather patches are a bit over the top.
    <desc>: “So, this girl.”
    <ell>: “Drugs or something we should be interested in?”
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch turns back to the cabal. “That kid…he’s a Proximi. His boss buys three Tass every week like clockwork.” To Elithora: “The girl…we were in line at the bar between sets.”
    <jacobkosh>: “And I don’t deal drugs. Strictly a consumer,” he says with his version of a wry chuckle.
    <misteranthropy>: Sinon makes a note to memorize the kid’s face.
    <desc>: Eli ponders. “We need to find her. Assuming she’s not a wild griffin chase.”
    <ppups>: Goldman looks to the rest of the group, trying to decide if she should believe the drugs comment.
    <jacobkosh>: “Any ideas? I can’t, like, read the past or anything. I’m mainl good with magic, you know? Condensing it. Not many dudes can make Tass last as long as I can. But I’m not really great at seeing through time or that other cool shit.”
    <thomamelas>: “Eli, that’s your balwick.”
    <desc>: “Yeah, it’s just … Yeah.” Eli sets her beer down on the table. She rubs her finger against the first drops of moisture forming on the side.
    <desc>: She rubs her dampened finger in counterclockwise circles against the slightly sticky texture of the booth table.
    <desc>: 11d10h8
    <critical>: desc, 11d10h8: 6 [11d10h8=3,[10,1],7,8,5,2,[10,4],[10,2],[10,2],6,9]
    <desc>: “It’s jjjj,” she starts to repeat as her voice slurs out to nothing.
    <jacobkosh>: (damn son)
    <desc>: (to be fair this is literally the exact thing she is built to do)
    <misteranthropy>: (is that a vulgar effect?)
    <misteranthropy>: (‘cos there be lots of sleepers)
    <ell>: (yeah… )
    <desc>: (let me check)
    <desc>: (no, postcognition is covert. it’s perceptual. no one but eli is seeing anything.)
    <misteranthropy>: (okie-doke. for future reference, sinon can explain away paradox to small groups. he won’t be happy about it, though.
    <jacobkosh>: (bearers are so great)
    <desc>: (she’s just rewinding her own senses back to the night Pitch told us he met the girl, an hour or so in after the first band would be finished and then sort of moving the jog wheel on her own perception to find the actual moment)
    <jacobkosh>: (justin, have you seen the new Cosmos trailer? http://youtu.be/XFF2ECZ8m1A )
    <misteranthropy>: (no! i’ve not!)
    <jacobkosh>: Elithora casts her sight backwards, up the current, and bobs along it like a fisherman’s lure. She sees Samizdat the night Pitch spoke of – the crowd is much more homogenous, lots of leather and buckles and much, much, louder.
    <jacobkosh>: People dance in a blur at 5x speed and race back and forth to the bar and then she sees it, Pitch waiting along with a dozen other impatient patrons for a harried bartender to fix his drink, and a very striking young woman steps out of the crowd and begins chatting with him.
    <desc>: Eli slowly leans forward in realspace, tilting her neck to stare at the bar.
    <ppups>: The obvious magic reminds Goldman to turn on her Mage Sight.
    <jacobkosh>: As Elithora peers closer, she sees something move in her peripheral vision, from oths. There, a man dressed in an elaborate wizard’s robe, with a jeweled vest on his front, is sitting and staring at Pitch while the crowd ignores him utterly.
    <jacobkosh>: er from the booths
    <jacobkosh>: lost some letters somehow
    <ell>: (omg)
    <thomamelas>: (Give someone the power to alter reality at will and they chose to become nothing more then a stereotype.)
    <jacobkosh>: like, this is more or less it:
    <jacobkosh>: There is an elaborate pyramidal design on the front of the man’s robe. He is bald and goateed and somewhere in that nebulous space between thirty and fifty.
    <desc>: Eli’
    <jacobkosh>: Back in the now, Goldman doesn’t see much out of the ordinary with her Matter or Death sights. Some of the bottles on the bar have the mild taint of death on them, having inadvertently contributed to someone’s car wreck or alcohol poisoning.
    <desc>: s face slowly forms into a scowl with the grace of someone emoting from the other end of dental anaesthetic.
    <jacobkosh>: ( I love that)
    <jacobkosh>: In the past, Pitch and the girl make half-mimed, half-shouted conversation about the band. The wizard swirls his drink with a stick and scowls at the crowd. He seems impatient and finally leaves as the second set starts.
    <ppups>: (at least he has good taste in music)
    <jacobkosh>: (hahaha)
    <desc>: Eli’s head pans following the robedouche before turning back to watch Pitch and the mystery girl.
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch begins heading back to the floor as the new band starts. She makes her excuses and gives him her number. Eli can make out maybe one out of every four words and she doesn’t get the impression that Pitch and the girl were doing much better. After some shouted farewells, the girl leaves.
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch returns to the floor and starts dancing frenziedly (although not without rhythm, suprisingly).
    <jacobkosh>: Coming out of the spell, Eli doesn’t get the impression that the girl was part of any of this. Absolutely nothing of value was said between the two for the entire time.
    <ell>: (robedouche!)
    <jacobkosh>: (at first I thought he said robodouche. half man…half douche)
    <desc>: Eli slowly draws in a breath as she leans back and blinks a few times. “Who was the guy in the cosplay?”
    <thomamelas>: (All creep.)
    <ell>: “Who was the girl?”
    <desc>: Eli makes a brushing motion with her hand. “Some heavy metal girl. Pitch was being watched by a creep in an really overly-elaborate robe. I mean, jewels and a pyramid design. No one saw him the whole time he say there which was … exceedingly unlikely by normal odds.”
    <desc>: (sat there)
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch leans forward. “Wait…for real?”
    <ppups>: Goldman scoffs. “I don’t think she made it up, man.”
    <thomamelas>: Frowning at Eli. “Can you discribe him?”
    <desc>: “Yeah. You didn’t see him because you were peeping the girl’s terrain.” She slides a hand over her own head. “Bald, middle aged, kind of a weird Anton LaVey look.”
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch shudders. “I don’t know anyone like that.”
    <jacobkosh>: “What was he doing?”
    <desc>: “Caucasian, shifty and impatient looking. Messing with a drink and watching Pitch carefully the whole time. After a while he just got up and left in a huff.”
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch looks around, suddenly wary. “Where was he sitting?” (it was a booth a couple behind the one you’re in now)
    <desc>: Eli turns and points to the spot.
    <misteranthropy>: Sinon sits back and tilts his head slightly as he studies Pitch’s reaction to Eli’s news.
    <ell>: (humans are the weirdest animals)
    <ell>: “Wait so who was the girl then? Was she involved with this guy?”
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch wanders over to the spot, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, fiddling with something unseen. Goldman can see faint magic around him, particularly limning his eyes – a Mage Sight.
    <jacobkosh>: Then Pitch coughs and drops a quarter. He dives under the table for it, apologizing to the two women currently sitting there, and stands up, the quarter in hand, then returns to your table.
    <desc>: “No, she was just someone. Nothing unusual about her. I don’t think she was the one giving residuals on Pitch’s phone. It was this guy. But he was watching right as the two spoke so that was the knot.”
    <jacobkosh>: PItch slides a small waxy disc across the table to show the five of you.
    <jacobkosh>: “That’s him. His resonance. It’s a little trick I do…condense it…like makin’ Tass. But this way it’s portable.”
    <ell>: Aurelia tries to not look disappointed. “I see.”
    <jacobkosh>: (hee)
    <desc>: Eli touches this disc. “Huh. Neat trick.”
    <thomamelas>: Looking at it with Prime Sight. Looking in close to examine it.
    <jacobkosh>: “He’s a Mastigos….figures…if he was just walking around dressed like a loon. Nobody I know. But…he’s powerful. You can see it.” Pitch’s voice is confident in a way you haven’t really heard before.
    <ell>: Aurelia raises an eyebrow and curls her lip.
    <jacobkosh>: Thomamelas, your Prime Sight confirms Pitch’s impressions. This resonance was left behind by a Mastigos of a fairly high Gnosis (5 or 6 in game terms). It bears the markings of having been damped but damping resonance is that much harder for someone walking around with that kind of power.
    <jacobkosh>: You don’t recognize the owner either, but you feel certain you would make the connection if you saw him.
    <misteranthropy>: “Not the peeping tom, I take it?” Sinon asks after watching Blackjack’s reaction.
    <jacobkosh>: It has something cold and greedy and astringent to it, like the marble floor in a bank.
    <thomamelas>: “I do not think so. But I half think if this person wanted Pitch dead, he would be dead. He has access to a lot of brute force if he needs to.”
    <desc>: “He wasn’t doing anything that I could see. Just watching.”
    <ppups>: “Sounds like a knife or a gun would have been enough, anyway.”
    <jacobkosh>: “What would this guy be watching me for? I mean, here at the bar. I get trying to scry on me when I might be heading to one of my secret stashes. Who cares about watching me tie one on?”
    <ell>: “Don’t you mean off?”
    <thomamelas>: “A knife or a gun is usually a better choice but with others…sometimes when you have a big hammer then all of your problems look like nails.” To Goldman.
    <desc>: “Were you going to or from anywhere? He didn’t follow you out or anything — it looked like he just got up and left after you finished talking to the girl.”
    <jacobkosh>: “Nah, I was here all night that night. But I mean, that’s normal. I pop in at least once every week or two. More now that I’m livin’ in town. I got some…well, you saw. It’s a good place to meet clients.”
    <misteranthropy>: “Were you expecting to meet any of them in particular that night?”
    <ppups>: “Well on the one hand, BJ’s right, it would have been easy to kill you. On the other, he didn’t just ask for whatever he wanted from you, either.”
    <ppups>: “I’d say you’re not the one he’s interested in.”
    <jacobkosh>: Off Sinon’s question, Pitch looks thoughtful. “Well, uh….sort of?” He suddenly squirms.
    <ell>: “Can we track this dude?”
    <misteranthropy>: “Who.” SInon is not asking.
    <jacobkosh>: “Well…I mean, you guys already know that I used to be an independent operator, okay?” Pitch raises his hands palms out defensively. “I did business with everyone. No questions asked. When you’re a Solitary, getting by means tryin’ to be useful to everyone.”
    <jacobkosh>: “So…” he continues.
    <ppups>: “You have got to be kidding me,” says Goldman.
    <ppups>: “Tell me you weren’t dealing with Seers.”
    <jacobkosh>: “I used to sell some Tass to this lady from Victoria. She’d come up once every three weeks or so and buy six or eight units. Paid twice the going rate, too. I didn’t ask who she was with. She didn’t say. She, uh…she made it clear that this helped reduce my chances of having an accident on a lonely road in BC sometime…you know?”
    <jacobkosh>: “But then Seattle happened. And I figured, man, I gotta, you know, lay low and get my bearings. So I told her I was closing up shop. Haven’t seen her in like, I dunno, three, four weeks?”
    <thomamelas>: Leans forward, head in his hands. “Pitch, do I need to stress that you never do business with them again?”
    <misteranthropy>: “You’re going to show her to Aurelia and I.”
    <ppups>: “Oh, I know all right. Give me a moment, guys.” Goldman leaves the booth, and the club.
    <jacobkosh>: “Man,” Pitch says, “I know that. I’m on the side of truth and justice and all that shit now. Besides, if I’m not out in the middle of bumfuck on my own, I ain’t quite as scared of this lady and her friends.”
    <ell>: “Who is this lady? Think of her please. I promise this won’t hurt.”
    <jacobkosh>: He turns to Sinon. “I ain’t getting out of this without someone poking in my head, am I? ….Ok.”
    <ell>: 9d10h8
    <critical>: Ell, 9d10h8: 1 [9d10h8=7,6,9,1,4,7,2,2,3]
    <ell>: ;-;
    <ell>: critical
    <misteranthropy>: 7d10h8 Sinon focuses his gaze on the libertine as well.
    <critical>: MisterAnthropy, Sinon focuses his gaze on the libertine as well.: 2 [7d10h8=3,5,7,9,2,7,[10,5]]
    <jacobkosh>: You guys are in! He didn’t contest the roll
    <ell>: resistance jake
    <ell>: its reflexive though
    <ppups>: wait, there’s no way to voluntarily do a mind meld?
    <ppups>: i guess that kind of makes sense… if u could turn it off u would have to be able to resist deliberately and u cant do that so
    <ppups>: hrmmm, just nvr thought about it that way
    <misteranthropy>: i would assume a mage with mind could consciously lower it
    <jacobkosh>: I tend to rule in favor of being able to lower things like this voluntarily. this isn’t dumb old school D&D where we laugh about the guy magic-resisting the cleric’s heal
    <jacobkosh>: Aurelia and Sinon are in Pitch’s head. They see him, and each other.
    <misteranthropy>: (dumb old school!? rulings not rules dude!)
    <misteranthropy>: (barf)
    <jacobkosh>: (hahahaha)
    <ppups>: (all houserules must be clearly stated on wiki)
    <ppups>: (i demand refund)
    <misteranthropy>: (house rule 1: Question me and rocks fall, everyone dies.)
    <jacobkosh>: (plz file written request during normal business hrs)
    <jacobkosh>: (yyy approve)
    <ell>: (i hungee)
    <jacobkosh>: Pitch is thinking of his client. She’s in her late thirties or early forties, with dark brown hair cut into a tight bob. She has an angular face and a gym-taut body; she reeks of self-possession and money. She seems perpetually tense and peevish, with rare intervals of a kind of mean good humor.
    <jacobkosh>: She introduced herself as “Ms. Smith” but Pitch learned by accident one time, while looking over her shoulder as she took a call, that her Shadow Name is Vendetta.
    <jacobkosh>: Anything else you’re checking out?
    <jacobkosh>: ppups
    <jacobkosh>: roll wits + composure
    <jacobkosh>: also thomamelas
    <jacobkosh>: hello?
    <thomamelas>: (Looking up my composure and my browser shit itself.)
    <thomamelas>: 6d10h8
    <critical>: thomamelas, 6d10h8: 3 [6d10h8=4,8,7,5,9,[10,5]]
    <jacobkosh>: (I was worried I was mibbit-exiled again)
    <misteranthropy>: <“so,>
    <ppups>: (sec)
    <ppups>: 6d10h8
    <critical>: ppups, 6d10h8: 1 [6d10h8=5,5,5,[10,2],1,1]
    <jacobkosh>: <”maybe>
    <jacobkosh>: While Aurie and Sinon probe Pitch, BJ and Goldman, their Mage Sight on, see a scrying window pop open above the table.
    <jacobkosh>: It almost immediately begins to slam shut.
    <thomamelas>: (How fesible is it to open a scrying portal going the other way?)
    <jacobkosh>: (it already goes both ways. you can cast stuff right back through the portal for as long as it’s active)
    <jacobkosh>: (which in this case is the duration of an Instant spell)
    <ppups>: (I’m outside!)
    <ell>: (bah)
    <jacobkosh>: (oh that’s right, ppups)
    <jacobkosh>: (so just BJ then)
    <jacobkosh>: Basically, BJ has time to get one spell off if it’s an instant cast.
    <thomamelas>: Attempts to see if he can get a spatial mapping of the other side.
    <thomamelas>: Which is instant.
    <thomamelas>: 5d10h8
    <critical>: thomamelas, 5d10h8: 2 [5d10h8=[10,7],8,4,7,6]
    <jacobkosh>: Bam! You do.
    <thomamelas>: (Second dot of space, excellent investment.)
    <jacobkosh>: The spell is being cast from somewhere in Victoria – a high rise, judging by the elevation. BJ now has it on his mental map and can find it readily with a map, Google, etc
    <misteranthropy>: (i need some of that. to be able to quash paradox over the phone/internet/tv/radio/smoke-signal)
    <ppups>: (open portal! To arms!)
    <thomamelas>: “Gotcha.” Taking out his smart phone hunting for the address.
    <jacobkosh>: You have it. It’s an apartment building near the provincial capital.
    <desc>: Elithora blinks. “What…”
    <misteranthropy>: (jake, you can basically assume that Sinon has had pitch running through memories of meeting vendetta whenever doll was around)
    <misteranthropy>: (err dolph)
    <thomamelas>: “I can answer one another of the six major questions. I know where our Seer is.”
    <misteranthropy>: (fantastic autocorrect there)
    <ell>: Aurelia meanwhile is digging about on her own, studying this woman and her mannerisms/habits."
    <ell>: (ugh i so hungee gais i may have to step out)
    <jacobkosh>: is ok we’re about done for the night, I have to pass out soon
    <jacobkosh>: both Sinon and Aurie make wits plus composure rolls
    <desc>: WE HAVE MORE CLUES
    <desc>: you can’t hide from the long arm of the searchers
    <thomamelas>: The question is…do we take a field trip to Victoria?
    <misteranthropy>: 5d10h8
    <critical>: MisterAnthropy, 5d10h8: 2 [5d10h8=[10,2],1,3,9,3]
    <ppups>: oh, I was about to step back into the bar
    <ppups>: night over
    <ppups>:
    <jacobkosh>: hahahaha awwww
    <misteranthropy>: well sinon will be going to victoria.
    <thomamelas>: BJ would be very interested in going.
    <jacobkosh>: Sinon only finds two instances of Vendetta meeting Dolph, both very briefly. The second time, however, he notices her palming one of his long blonde hairs from the bar booth while Pitch is getting drinks.
    <ell>: 5d10h8
    <critical>: Ell, 5d10h8: 1 [5d10h8=1,7,2,5,9]
    <jacobkosh>: Aurie, meanwhile, learns what she can of Vendetta’s habits and mannerisms. She’s extremely tight and controlled. Although she pays Pitch easily double what he’d get for an equivalent amount of Tass from his other contacts, Aurie gets the sense that Vendetta is a shrewd negotiator. She certainly has Pitch scared of her.
    <jacobkosh>: (Vendetta: )
    <jacobkosh>: As the two mind mages scrutinize Vendetta, they also notice one common element to her appearance every time: a bit of jewelry hanging from her necklace that depicts a pair of unbalanced scales.
    <jacobkosh>: Sinon recognizes this as part of the sigil of the Ministry of Mammon.
    <ppups>: (if i try to transmute something thats enchanted does it work)
    <jacobkosh>: (I don’t know off-hand! that’s a good question)
    <jacobkosh>: (my first instinct would be to say it gets to resist equal to the gnosis of its enchanter)
    <ppups>: (next question… if it works what happens when the spell wears off)
    <ppups>: (is it good as it was before i turned it to dust)
    <jacobkosh>: (if I had to rule in a hurry I would have it return to its original shape, but honestly I need to consult the book on this one)
    <ppups>: (>.<)><ppups>: (i guess its good that i asked then)
    <ppups>: (not that i have any intention of needing a ruling >.>)
    <jacobkosh>: (oh of course )
    <jacobkosh>: We will leave it here tonight! One beat apiece for attendance and another for significant progress in the mission
    <ell>: also beat me
    <ell>: earlier
    <jacobkosh>: indeed, 1 beat to the group pool
    <ell>: dropping digits
    <desc>: best detectives k fyi hth

Raw Log - Session 033

At the Edge of All Things jacobkosh