At the Edge of All Things
Raw Log - Sinon Sidequest 3
<jacobkosh>: So, okay! I"m ready to rock. How would Sinon like to begin tackling things today?
<misteranthropy>: That depends… what information has he been given since the meeting with the consillium, if any?
<jacobkosh>: He’s learned that the Red Prince he’d heard of has been matched to the vampire Llewellyn Shaw, a media and real estate mogul who moved his operations from Hong Kong to Vancouver in the 1970s and has since gained a reputation as an elderly, eccentric “recluse.”
<jacobkosh>: Shaw is very much a pillar of the local Asian community, at least at a remove, running cultural societies and sponsoring restorations of historic landmarks and so on.
<jacobkosh>: He’s also an inveterate collector of artifacts and memorabilia, often (but not exclusively) curios with a religious theme.
<jacobkosh>: The origin of the “Red Prince” moniker is unclear, as he’s not – at least as of the most recent reports – Prince of the city’s Kindred or anything
<jacobkosh>: At 40-odd years he’s still something of a newcomer compared to the established powers.
<misteranthropy>: (brb – in a minute or so)
<jacobkosh>: The reports on the Queen in Jet Raiment are somewhat more ambiguous. They’ve narrowed it down to two possible candidates – Lacey Chalke, the Childe of the Prince of Vancouver who appears to have broken from his faction, and Maggie Fang, about whom almost nothing is known and no pictures exist.
<jacobkosh>: Both are apparently to some degree movers and shakers in the vampire community, although to what extent is unclear.
<misteranthropy>: Okay. I thinking of setting up multiple avenues here. Perhaps Sinon can imitate another collector and try to get a meeting with Shaw. If that doesn’t work, perhaps hitting the streets in Chinatown to find someone who knows one of the other two.
<jacobkosh>: As far as concrete places to begin, Shaw Ltd. has a small tower in an Asian-majority neighborhood in West Vancouver (having moved there from Old Chinatown some years ago), while Lacey Chalke is known to live in Richmond and frequent a string of bars and clubs downtown.
<jacobkosh>: Maggie Fang, again, nobody is sure about, although she’s known to be old so it’s likely Old Chinatown would have some clues.
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<jacobkosh>: For the first, to see if you can set up the meeting, give me Manipulation + Persuasion, Streetwise or Occult + Order status – 3 die cuz the guy is a famous recluse and it’s really, really hard.
<misteranthropy>: 5d10h8 Streetwise + Order Status + WP – 3
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Streetwise + Order Status + WP – 3: 1 [5d10h8=1,4,2,3,[10,3]]
<misteranthropy>: When he makes his calls, he eventually mentions being from the east coast and that he is looking into buying some items of possible Greek origin—particularly Antikytheran.
<misteranthropy>: (btw – when in continuity is this happening? want to make sure what i do and don’t know…)
<jacobkosh>: It’s the Monday after the Free Council shindig, so you’re all up to date
<jacobkosh>: Presumably everyone spent Sunday asleep/wrecked/etc
<thomamelas>: (BJ had his run.)
<misteranthropy>: (good. that way Sinon can comment on how the party went, etc.)
<jacobkosh>: okay! After nearly a day of phone tag, Sinon pushes his way past the gatekeepers to someone with a modest-sounding title who nonetheless manages to get him a meeting for Tuesday with Shaw’s “collections manager” at a Sichuan restaurant in Old Chinatown.
<jacobkosh>: (Thom, Friday came along on the run and threw up at the end but is still up for coffee)
<jacobkosh>: So a Tuesday lunch appointment, but it’s late Monday afternoon, so Sinon is free to pursue whatever other leads he wants to in the meantime
<misteranthropy>: Alright. After spending all day in his office making phone calls, Sinon heads downstairs to see if any of the others are around.
<jacobkosh>: I forget, is Sinon living in the sanctum now btw?
<thomamelas>: Is at his apartment.
<misteranthropy>: yeah, such as it is. Given the benefits of Life + Mind, he basically should never have to sleep more than 1-2 hours a day, so living there doesn’t mean he is always in…
<misteranthropy>: Finding no one around, Sinon finds his cell and calls Blackjack.
<thomamelas>: Sets down the book he was reading and picks up the phone. “Hello.”
<jacobkosh>: (ugh, I trimmed my nails and now I can’t pop this soda can tab! this is basically worse than the khmer rouge)
<misteranthropy>: “Blackjack. It’s Sinon. If you don’t have any plans tonight, how would feel about meeting some vampires?”
<thomamelas>: “Dress code?” With a bit of dry amusement.
<misteranthropy>: “Bar casual. Meet at the Sanctum? I can give you background on the way downtown.”
<thomamelas>: “I will meet you there.” Going to go change and gather some things.
<jacobkosh>: Where is BJ’s apartment, btw? Doesn’t have to be a specific neighborhood or anything but I’m curious about the vibe. Is he in a condo downtown or a duplex out by the college or a loft or…?
<jacobkosh>: (also, whee, I’m reading these early rules and it looks like my guess was right! armor is damage-reducing. meanwhile, supernatural powers reduce attackers’ die pool, so your mage armors are unaffected but now you can use real armor underneath them if you wanted.)
<thomamelas>: (Yaletown. It’s a hertitage area. It’s been gentrified in the last few years. Lots of lofts.)
<jacobkosh>: Cool, okay
<jacobkosh>: (also, Pony had an idea re: weapons that I think I’m going to implement. Basically weapons don’t add to attack die pool, but do flat damage, just as armor mitigates a set amount of damage. That way you don’t get the “hit with a howitzer → take 1 bashing” thing that happens a lot. they either miss or hit big)
<misteranthropy>: yeah that always seemed like a good fix
<thomamelas>: (https://maps.google.com/maps?oe=utf-8&client=firefox-a&q=yaletown+vancouver&ie=UTF-8&hq=&hnear=0×548673d10d99f885:0×456d9c34bf28293f,Yaletown,BC,Streetwise Sinon asks around in the room about Lacey in particular.
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Presence+Streetwise Sinon asks around in the room about Lacey in particular.: 1 [5d10h8=1,8,3,1,5]
<jacobkosh>: One of them says he hasn’t seen her in a few weeks. “She said this place was getting too vanilla.” Which, to be fair, it kind of is. It’s going for a “neighbourhood” feel but seems very corporate
<jacobkosh>: you guys are at 6/7. What’s the next place you head to?
<ell>: (come on mibbit you can do it!)
<jacobkosh>: (hey Ell!)
<ell>: (hey, the whole gang is here)
<jacobkosh>: Ok, the next place you try – it’s now about 10pm – is a somewhat gothy club called Pact. (“the club is Pact,” you see)
<misteranthropy>: Sinon somehow resists the urge to face palm as he and Blackjack enter the club.
<misteranthropy>: (if Aurelia happens to be out clubbing, she can totes join the vampire hunt)
<thomamelas>: Looks around and shakes his head. At least Memo takes more care in her dress.
<misteranthropy>: (you know, since clubbing sounds like her)
<jacobkosh>: (maybe sinon left a message on her voicemail earlier!)
<ell>: (woo new oglaf)
<misteranthropy>: (that works!)
<ell>: (or maybe you could call now)
<misteranthropy>: 7d10h8 Sinon wades through the crowd toward the bar. He pulls a pair of glasses from his pocket and runs a finger across the side. A ‘HUD’ forms on the lenses. (/casting detect life—which could be blinding, but looks around for someone who does not show up/)
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Sinon wades through the crowd toward the bar. He pulls a pair of glasses from his pocket and runs a finger across the side. A ‘HUD’ forms on the lenses. (/casting detect life—which could be blinding, but looks around for someone who does not show up/): 3 [7d10h8=9,2,7,[10,5],1,5,9]
<jacobkosh>: Pact is the kind of place that tries to make being a bit shabby and run-down seem edgy. It’s very much not the kind of fantasy industrial club of the 90s, with cages everywhere and flames and whatnot – this is Vancouver. Everything is just a bit drab and boring. The clientele seems to be eager to make up for that with the sheer violence of their dancing.
<thomamelas>: (I have peanut butter and choclate pudding. Why has it taken me 32 years to ponder putting these things together? So much time wasted.)
<misteranthropy>: (i have not yet lived!)
<ell>: (i must try that)
<jacobkosh>: (me too!)
<thomamelas>: (It’s a wonderful texture mixture.)
<thomamelas>: Can’t help but look on the dancers with a bit of scorn.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon pulls his phone out and sends a text to Aurelia. “Ever wanted to meet a vampire?”
<ell>: “I met one in college. Not really my scene.”
<misteranthropy>: “Too bad. This one may know where an Atlantean artifact is…”
<jacobkosh>: Sinon scans the crowd, and there she is – Lacey Chalke. She was Embraced just eighteen months ago, by the Prince of Vancouver himself, and is thus still fairly current-looking. She’s tall, blonde, and angular, with short hair, and is dressed entirely in black leather, from head to toe.
<ell>: “That’s more my scene. Where?”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon texts the address.
<ell>: and Aurelia is off to the races
<jacobkosh>: There are a couple other dead around her – a muscular young man with shoulder-length hair, and a girl in candy-colored tights and a red leather corset.
<misteranthropy>: “That’s her.” Sinon nudges Blackjack and motions his head toward the vampire. “I texted Aurelia. Mind might be useful here, too.”
<thomamelas>: Raises an eyebrow. Isn’t sure he agrees but this isn’t the place to debate it.
<misteranthropy>: (we totes could use mental shields—especially if we have some Ordo Dracul involved)
<jacobkosh>: ( :whistles: )
<thomamelas>: (Less about the mind magic, more about BJ’s belief about Aurelia in combat. Sorry Ell. He likes her, just doesn’t want to be in a fire fight with her.)
<jacobkosh>: Aurelia can arrive pretty quickly – getting from the Sanctum to Pact on a Monday isn’t too taxing, and the vampires don’t seem to be going anywhere yet. Rather, they’re clustered in a corner booth, making urgent-looking conversation among themselves.
<jacobkosh>: You guys can make an Int + Occult check to see what you can guess about the vamps, if you want
<misteranthropy>: 3d10h8 Int + Occult
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Int + Occult: 1 [3d10h8=3,5,8]
<critical>: thomamelas, 6d10h8: 1 [6d10h8=9,4,5,3,5,3]
<misteranthropy>: In response to BJ’s eyebrow: “I don’t intend on starting a fight with Aurelia around. I just want someone who can shield us against mental influence.” He pause for a beat. “The Mages in DC relied on the Order Dracul for memory alteration after the Guardian councilor there was murdered.”
<jacobkosh>: Based on their general demeanor, and what you read about Lacey, you think these are probably Carthians. Lacey is pretty clearly a Ventrue – her companions, as well as anyone she speaks to, seem to hang on her every word.
<thomamelas>: Nods in acceptance and awknowlegdement. “She is a Ventrue. Likely the whole group are Carthians.”
<ell>: Aurelia arrives shortly, wearing some big black docs and black jeans and top with a sort of industrial-punk short jacket
<thomamelas>: Nods to Aurelia. “How are you feeling?”
<thomamelas>: (Ouch, sorry to hear that.)
<misteranthropy>: (no fun)
<ell>: Aurelia looks defensively at BJ “I’m fine. Why? What’s the matter?”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon resists the urge to nod and greets Aurelia by sliding a drink over to her. “He just wants to make sure you are not still hung over.”
<jacobkosh>: (resists the urge to nod!)
<misteranthropy>: (it is oh so difficult!)
<thomamelas>: Raises his hands in peace. “Yes, you had what I expect was an…intresting night.”
<ell>: (is it only the next day?)
<misteranthropy>: (this takes place the monday after the party)
<ell>: Aurelia grabs the drink and looks away. “Yeah, let’s not talk about it right now, ok?”
<critical>: jacobkosh, 6d10h8: 2 [6d10h8=4,8,1,9,4,5]
<jacobkosh>: The muscular vampire is moving toward you three.
<thomamelas>: Shrugs and drops the subject. “We have a friend coming over.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon turns toward the vampire and looks directly at him.
<jacobkosh>: His lip twitches involuntarily and he makes a beeline for Sinon, returning the eye contact. His nostrils widen as he takes quick, deep breaths. “….you enjoyin’ the view?”
<ell>: (woo 250ccs of blood, out my nose.)
<misteranthropy>: 9d10h8 Presence + Intimidate + WP “You’ll have to forgive me. This scene here is just sooo… dead.”
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Presence + Intimidate + WP “You’ll have to forgive me. This scene here is just sooo… dead.”: 1 [9d10h8=1,7,6,7,7,9,6,3,7]
<jacobkosh>: (ack, ell )
<ell>: Aurelia rolls her eyes. “Hey, lay off him meathead. We’ve all got eyes here.”
<shivahn>: (Geez, that’s quite a nosebleed)
<ell>: 4d10h8 Manipulation+socialize
<critical>: Ell, Manipulation+socialize: 1 [4d10h8=8,4,2,1]
<jacobkosh>: The vampire’s face clouds more. “…dead. Cute. I oughta….” he looks back over at the booth, though, and Lacey is looking at him. “…what do you want? Make it fast.”
<misteranthropy>: (wait 250ccs? that’s like a cup! has it stopped yet?)
<thomamelas>: Just watches. Is not impressed by the posturing.
<thomamelas>: (Good lord. At least it’s stopped.)
<ell>: (but I overestimate. it’s prolly only half a cup)
<shivahn>: (That’s still a shitload of blood >.>)
<jacobkosh>: (2 imperial shitloads and .75 metric shitloads to be precise)
<misteranthropy>: “All I want is a quick chat with Lacey. A couple of questions, really. If I get that we’ll be out of your… hair.” Sinon tilts his head.
<jacobkosh>: He steps closer to Sinon and takes a deep sniff of Sinon’s aroma. “Man, I don’t…what /are/ you?” You can see him waging a short internal battle. “Fine. But if you clowns try anything…”
<jacobkosh>: He mockingly bows with a hand extended toward the corner booth.
<ell>: “What are you? Getting all up on a dude and sniffing him?”
<misteranthropy>: The right side of Sinon’s mouth turns up ever so slightly as he turns and heads toward the booth.
<jacobkosh>: “A predator, little missy. I smell you too, and I never forget a scent.”
<thomamelas>: “He is a foot soldier. He has been given some basic orders because he is…expendable.” To Aurelia.
<jacobkosh>: His nostrils flare again. “Expendable?! You white-bread yuppie…aaagh!” He punches the bar hard enough to leave a divot. Everyone around stares at him, and he sneers and backs away from you.
<ell>: Aurelia is going to get in his head
<misteranthropy>: Sinon pulls his gloves out of his pocket, grabs a chair and sits across from the vampires. “Lacey Chalke?”
<jacobkosh>: Lacey stands up as Sinon approaches. “Manny can’t seem to make head or tail of you. So now you’ve got my curiosity, stranger. Why were you watching us? What are you?”
<jacobkosh>: go for it, ell
<jacobkosh>: his blood potency is 3
<thomamelas>: Stands up and adjusts his jacket for a moment. Looking into the vampires eyes. “Your temper is visible. You show me what you can do. You cloak yourself in macho because you think you are an apex predator. But you are not. You are immature for your…kind. But you have no idea what me and my friends are. What we can do. The smart move would be to watch and talk.”
<misteranthropy>: “You /are/ neonates.” He shakes his head a bit. “Congratulations, you’ve met your first wizard.”
<ell>: 9d10h8 it’s contested, not resisted. resolve+no gnosis
<critical>: Ell, it’s contested, not resisted. resolve+no gnosis: 3 [9d10h8=2,[10,9],6,7,4,6,8,2,5]
<misteranthropy>: ((i figure what the hell, they’ll find out anyway over their lifetimes.))
<critical>: jacobkosh, 5d10h8: 0 [5d10h8=7,4,4,5,3]
<misteranthropy>: “I’m here because sources of mine indicate that someone named ‘the Queen in Jet Raiment’ was involved in an… incident of interest to me. Said sources suggested that you might be her.”
<ell>: reading his subconscious
<jacobkosh>: His name is Manny Flores, he likes lifting and horror movies and hardcore and he used to like the ladies but now not so much and it makes him angry. Everything makes him angry. You, all of you, smell weird and set off his alarms – he can’t tell if you’re predator or prey and it’s driving him nuts.
<jacobkosh>: He wants to smash the yuppie’s face in and thinks the little Asian girl looks like like fun and the other guy kind of weirds him out and of course wants to talk to Lacey, everyone wants to talk to Lacey…
<jacobkosh>: Meanwhile, talking to Lacey:
<ell>: aaaand just going right in and speaking directy into his mind “Sit down, little puppy. You couldn’t handle me.”
<jacobkosh>: “…A mage. Hah.” She smiles. “Forgive me. I want to see this, all of this, so I remember it.” She looks you up and down, unblinking, for long moments. "That’s…incredible. So vibrant. Such life around you. A queen, eh? Well, a few dozen scenesters would call me that, but no, I don’t think I’m the one you’re looking for.
<jacobkosh>: “Maybe I know where she is, though.”
<jacobkosh>: Ell, his eyes widen. He stares at you with something like genuine surprise or fear. Without looking away, he fumbles for a bar stool and sits down.
<thomamelas>: Just smiles a very cold smile at him. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
<thomamelas>: Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Now if you will excuse us, we will join our friend.”
<misteranthropy>: “Indeed?” Sinon grasps his gloves in both hands. “This is the part where you tell me that such information bears a price, yes?”
<ell>: 6d10h8 Aurelia pulls out a bronze-colored compact, checking herself in the mirror and casting a mind shield on Sinon
<critical>: Ell, Aurelia pulls out a bronze-colored compact, checking herself in the mirror and casting a mind shield on Sinon: 4 [6d10h8=9,[10,7],1,8,4,8]
<jacobkosh>: MisterAnthropy, she swirls her drink. “I would, but I haven’t decided on a price yet. But a Mage, owing me a favor…I don’t think even my oh-so-revered Sire has one of those…”
<ell>: (and if we don’t like her terms it aint no thang to just reach in and pull what we want free)
<misteranthropy>: Sinon begins putting his gloves on. “I think you’re going to make a special case, just this once.”
<jacobkosh>: “Why’s that, mystery man?”
<misteranthropy>: (going to cast moment of doubt to reduce her die pools at manipulation + intimidate Gnosis+WP vs Composure
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Intim + Presence + WP: “Because I am not in the mood to play this game and you want to live to see 100.” He states calmly, while staring straight at Lacey.: 2 [9d10h8=1,5,4,9,[10,3],7,6,3,6]
<critical>: Ell, Read the Depths Mind+Gnosis+WP vs Composure: 3 [9d10h8=4,3,5,5,6,8,[10,8],6,5]
<jacobkosh>: Lacey’s lower lip trembles. “Do you know who I am? I’m…I’m the Prince’s..” her lower lip trembles.
<ell>: (contested again)
<jacobkosh>: She can’t quite seem to finish the sentence.
<critical>: jacobkosh, 6d10h8: 4 [6d10h8=[10,8],9,1,5,7,9]
<jacobkosh>: oh wait
<critical>: jacobkosh, 2d10h7: 1 [2d10h7=5,[10,5]]
<jacobkosh>: so yes
<jacobkosh>: Ell, you can see into her mind easily. Now it’s just a question of figuring out what you’re looking for.
<jacobkosh>: (what is she looking for?)
<ell>: Identity of the Queen
<misteranthropy>: 1d10h8 (oh i totally should have had another die on the intimidate too for “Calmly-Stated Threats” specialty)
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, (oh i totally should have had another die on the intimidate too for “Calmly-Stated Threats” specialty): 0 [1d10h8=3]
<misteranthropy>: (oh well)
<jacobkosh>: The Queen in Jet Raiment is Maggie Fang, a Mekhet and the Hierophant of the Circle of the Crone. She worries Lacey. Lacey hasn’t seen her use her magic, but the younger Carthians tell all sorts of insane stories about what it /might/ be able to do. Even the Prince, from what he showed Lacey, was wary of her.
<jacobkosh>: The Prince’s strategy has been to balance Maggie against Llewellyn Shaw, the so-called “Red Prince,” Bishop of the Lancea Sanctum. They’re bitter enemies, Shaw and Fang.
<jacobkosh>: As a Mekhet, Maggie is massively secretive, mainly coming out for Circle rituals, which are often conducted in open moonlight when possible. That’s the only time Lacey has ever seen her outside of council meetings.
<thomamelas>: (Still here.)
<misteranthropy>: (sorry.. was distracted for a second)
<misteranthropy>: Sinon looks over at Aurelia with a quizzical look. When she nods he stands and looks at Lacey. “Thank you. You have been most helpful.”
<misteranthropy>: (i assume we got what she knows)
<jacobkosh>: She looks confused. “Wait…what did you…?” Realization dawns. “I’ll have your skin for this, Mages! Manny never forgets a scent!”
<thomamelas>: Looks at Sinon for a moment, asking for permission to make a point.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon nods.
<ell>: Aurelia smiles “Please, it is for your own good. Consider that, should anyone be concerned, you have not told us anything.”
<thomamelas>: (Is Manny near us?)
<jacobkosh>: (No, he’s at the bar, still kind of whammied from someone being in his head)
<thomamelas>: Holds up a finger for attention. Then walks over near Manny. Casting dampen sound.
<critical>: thomamelas, 4d10h8: 0 [4d10h8=5,4,6,7]
<thomamelas>: (Eh, the club should be loud enough for this anyway.)
<jacobkosh>: Whoop! It’s probably all those Sleepers around. And yeah, the club is quite loud.
<thomamelas>: Grabbing his shoulder and casting Scour Pattern with will power.
<critical>: thomamelas, 10d10h8: 5 [10d10h8=4,9,9,6,7,7,9,[10,1],[10,5],7]
<thomamelas>: (Oh now there is making a point then there is that. Ouch.)
<thomamelas>: (He does get a resistance check for it.)
<ell>: (jesus don’t kill the poor puppy!)
<thomamelas>: (Vs Stamina.)
<jacobkosh>: (oh wait, scour other’s pattern is life, and vampires are immune to life. if you’re just fucking with him with forces or prime though that is coo)
<thomamelas>: (Just prime. Not going to attempt to take mana from him.)
<thomamelas>: (Just the Prime fraying effect.)
<thomamelas>: (Err, Unraveling)
<jacobkosh>: “AAAAGH! Jesus FUCK what the…!” He screams and falls off the stool to the floor.
<jacobkosh>: He tries to stand but his legs wobble and he falls over again.
<thomamelas>: (I need to make a degeration roll. What is the mechanic for that?)
<jacobkosh>: just roll dice equal to your wisdom
<critical>: thomamelas, 7d10h8: 2 [7d10h8=4,6,6,1,9,5,8]
<misteranthropy>: (appropriate that the first degeneration roll is in the guardian’s side quest… slightly less apropos that it is someone /else/ making it!)
<jacobkosh>: (hahaha, true!)
<thomamelas>: (So…um..what happened?)
<jacobkosh>: (you passed!)
<jacobkosh>: (no Wisdom loss)
<thomamelas>: Leans down and whispers into his ear. “Next time I see you, I will turn you into an immortal chair. Are we clear?”
<jacobkosh>: He snarls at you, baring his teeth. “You….you gotta sleep /sometime/, meat…!”
<thomamelas>: “Those fangs will make for some wonderful fetishes.” Standing up and walking over to the group.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon steps over Manny and looks at the others before heading toward the door. “Shall we?”
<ell>: “Yes, let’s”
<thomamelas>: “Yes, I think so.” Dusting off his hands.
<ell>: (you kicked the dog, thom)
<thomamelas>: (Yes, but made a point without hurting someone who matters. And likely added at least a decade to his life.)
<jacobkosh>: What’s the next step? Also, how long do you have, Justin?
<misteranthropy>: (i need to go in like 15 minutes)
<misteranthropy>: As they exit and approach their cars, Sinon turns toward Blackjack and Aurelia. “I apologize for that…”
<misteranthropy>: “I normally would have made some sort of deal. This time…” His voice trails off.
<thomamelas>: “Nothing to apologize for.” Waves his hand.
<ell>: (Amber Nash is brilliant you guys)
<jacobkosh>: ( /googles…oh, huh! Pam is hot )
<ell>: Aurelia shakes her head. “I would have liked it if we hadn’t made any enemies but still. I hope they at least have the sense to get that I was doing them a favor.”
<jacobkosh>: Okay, in that case, let’s figure out the approach for part 2 and that way I can get more of the work done ahead of time. You can hunt down leads on the Circle of the Crone now, or wait till lunch tomorrow with Shaw’s procurer, or (unanticipated third option)
<thomamelas>: “Oh I suspect the smarter ones will be annoyed but understanding. The thug…well he will hopefully learn some caution.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon changes the subject. “I have a meeting with one of Shaw’s creatures tomorrow in case either of you would like to come along.”
<thomamelas>: “I will be around.”
<misteranthropy>: “In the meantime, I should probably tell you what we are looking for.” Sinon opens the door to his car.
<misteranthropy>: (i think that’s a good stopping point?)
<ell>: “Some sort of artifact, yes?”
<ell>: (olol jakeowned)
<misteranthropy>: i am just picturing a tv show version, where every ending line is followed up by some other beat
<misteranthropy>: or as an alt ending…
<misteranthropy>: “An artifact? That and the rest of my soul.”
<thomamelas>: That one is a good cliff hanger right there.
<jacobkosh>: SO MOTE IT BE
<jacobkosh>: TIME STOPS
<jacobkosh>: everyone take an arcane xp for meeting your first vampires!
<thomamelas>: We came, we saw, we tortured.
<misteranthropy>: at first simon was going to deal, but i he will go into his vice sometime during this storyline
<misteranthropy>: err sinon
<misteranthropy>: stupid spell check
<ell>: wait so 1 arcane xp?
<thomamelas>: Woo! XP.
<jacobkosh>: correct ell!
<thomamelas>: I’ve been having some fun touching on BJ’s vice with things.
<jacobkosh>: also you dudes still need xp for the last couple sessions and we’ll get that on tuesday
<misteranthropy>: sounds good!
<jacobkosh>: ell had the best theory about Sinon and the party, btw
<jacobkosh>: OH MY GOD HE WAS THE DRUMS
<jacobkosh>: hahaha yeah
<jacobkosh>: it’s like deep space nine
<jacobkosh>: camera lingers on drums inexplicably for like ten seconds
<thomamelas>: Freaking Odo.
<jacobkosh>: you know Odo’s gonna pop out
<misteranthropy>: they totally should’ve focused on random objects and then had odo wander in
<misteranthropy>: just like they should’ve let word actually beat someone up on TNG
<misteranthropy>: or word even
<misteranthropy>: spell checker
<jacobkosh>: poor worf
<jacobkosh>: Q stole his F
<thomamelas>: I’m up to the two parter where the Starfleet officers try to take over. And they linger on the vase right before the bombing. “Shit, changing.”
<jacobkosh>: man I have been possessed lately by the idea of how cool a TNG animated series could be. they’re all still alive, and they deserve to go out on a not-shitty note
<misteranthropy>: oooo, that would be cool.
<jacobkosh>: seriously, right? get it animated by the justice league people, get some good writers, it would be solid gold
<jacobkosh>: and everyone’s watching trek on netflix now anyway. I’ve talked about it more in the last two years than in the previous 10
<thomamelas>: Well I’m going slowly through DS9. I just got to an episode with Odo and Worf bonding over OCD.
<shivahn>: I have been meaning to watch through all of TNG at least.
<shivahn>: I liked everything I saw as a kid but we didn’t have cable, so I never got a chance to.
<jacobkosh>: ooooh you’re in for a treat!
<jacobkosh>: I’m just starting on season 2 of DS9. 1 went slowly but picked up a bit at the end
<shivahn>: I am pretty excited, even if it’ll take me forever because I’m bad at consistency.
<jacobkosh>: don’t worry, I am available for whip-cracking if need be
<misteranthropy>: i need to restart my ds9 re-watch
<shivahn>: Haha. You might have to. I picked up TSW (briefly) for the first time in like a month because I saw people talking about it in chat.
<jacobkosh>: I need to get back into that. Or rather I need a machine that can handle it better
<thomamelas>: I really think DS9 starts getting good around season 3. And it’s okay to take it a chunk at a time Shivahn. Doing too much at once gets you to start pondering certain writing issues.
<misteranthropy>: i always have a hard time not just skipping to season 3
<jacobkosh>: Egypt just killed it
<thomamelas>: Same for me. Other games run fine. TSW crushes my box.
<shivahn>: I run it on a machine that it tells me every time I start it up won’t work.
<shivahn>: And fortunately, Thom, I am remarkably bad at noticing most issues if I’m not aware of them. It’s a special kind of ignorance that helps me ignore bad things.
<ell>: me too
<ell>: Egypt is so poorly optimized
<shivahn>: It is a good skill. At times.
<thomamelas>: That will help. As someone who spent a lot of time in a community that took their Fandom seriously…yeah.
<shivahn>: Yech. I can’t take anything seriously.
<jacobkosh>: this reminds me
<jacobkosh>: I need to get tickets for Best of Both Worlds
<jacobkosh>: it’s showing 4/25
<thomamelas>: Shit. Gonna need to see that.
<misteranthropy>: oh, where is that showing in kc, jake? (oh crap, need to get going!)
<thomamelas>: Hey Jacob, at some point I need to get the rings. Which I assume will not involve the guy going “Hey, yeah. No problem.”
<jacobkosh>: yeah, I couldn’t get too enthused about random season 1 episodes, but I am all over this one
<jacobkosh>: Cinemark, I think!
<jacobkosh>: I’ll check and let you know!
<jacobkosh>: Thom, I’m around most of the week, we could tackle that solo or as part of Tuesday’s session
<ell>: also totally ooc but IC Aurie spent any remaining mind-reading timelooking up sordid sexual details
jacobkosh: you learned that Lacey was fairly conservative in her life before, which is part of the reason Jian Min, her Sire, embraced her. And then he turns out to be really conservative too! So like, she’s all acting horrfied – I’M READY TO BE RAVISHED NOW, GET IT OVER WITH (faint) – and he’s like lol wut no, you just dress up and be my arm candy at events and she was like :/
jacobkosh: so part of her rebellion was joining the carthians and being promiscuous