Campaign of the Month: May 2013

The Dark Queen of the West

December 20th 2010 - Downtown Downtime


Persons of Interest: Westin Snopes, James Spence, Marie Brey, Red Feather

Persons of Interest: Westin Snopes

Shortly after the flatbed truck departs with the Sacrophagus onboard, Westin bids his friends a fond farewell before slipping into his Lincoln and driving off. In a flagrant violation of traffic law, he puts his phone to his ear and dials Chad Nesbit, waking his companion up with a frenzied discussion of worry about the security at the museum, and could he kindly check up with the guard to ensure the exhibit security is working properly.

“At one in the morning?” Chad whines, clearly still wearing his night cap.

{Persuasion – Westin : Persuasion & Manipulation: Chad. Pool of 4}

A few more words from Westin and he can hear the covers hitting the floor, followed by a quick interaction of the foot-to-slipper variety. A quick goodbye and Chad is on his way. Westin pulls into the side lot of the Museum, parked next to one of the art security vans, and watches as Chad’s bike comes flying down the sidewalk, his sleeping cap flapping in the wind. He hobbles up the front steps and begins banging on the door, looking like a madman in his blue and white striped sleeping gown.

Westin slips out of his car, circling around to the staff maintenance entrance and slips his staff key-card to gain entry. One flashing green light later and Westin finds himself in a deserted hallway. He leaves the lights off, and can barely make out the sound of Chad bantering with the night security guard. The guard seems less than amused.

Westin begins navigating his way through the maintenance halls like a rat, scurrying and stopping with great frequency and grace.

{Stealth – Westin : Dexterity (2) & Stealth (Unskilled, -1)( & Vitae (2)). Pool of 1&2}

He manages to make his way to the comfort of his archaeology wing and begins a careful, measured search for the texts and tools he will need to properly examine the Sarcophagus.

{Packing – Westin : Intelligence (1) & Academics (2) (Specialty: Anthropology, 1). Pool of 4}

He slowly slides several rare texts into a field bag, along with his delicate tool set. He slowly eases the bag onto his back and begins tracing his way back out of the hall.

He gets halfway before he hears Chad’s voice drawing nearer. “That’d be great if you could just run the diagnostic test on the security system. I’d sure sleep better tonight!” The guard grunts and the lights in the wing snap on, forcing Westin to duck behind a nearby pillar.

{Stealth – Westin : Dexterity (2) & Stealth (Unskilled, -1)( & Vitae (2)). Pool of 1&2}

His Vitae courses through his veins, causing his nonbeating heart to still even further as he watches their shadows play across the floor as they make their way into the security room and begin the diagnostic tests. The guard throws a vague look in Westin’s direction, but Chad’s incessant chattering causes him to roll his eyes and look away.

Westin all but falls over himself in his hurry to get out of the museum, collapsing against the outside of the door just as it clicks shut and the security lock blinks red, then green, then red again. Westin’s beast howls from within, driving him to his car, and from there to a number of dive bars, seeking out some intoxicated drinkers to sample from. When he finally is sated, he makes his way home, stashing his bag in his gallery, noting that the Sarcophagus has already made it’s way inside. He finds himself drifting off to sleep just as the sun begins to break over the horizon.


Monday morning comes as a bit of an unwelcome surprise – the sun is too bright, the noises too loud, and the aches of the past weekend all too familiar. But the sun brings with it a certain comfort – no looming vampire threat, and plenty of time to spend getting things taken care of. The day is young, even with a set of looming meetings up ahead: The Cabal get-together at 5 PM, and a private showing at Westin’s exhibit to look at the Sarcophagus from the night before.

Persons of Interest: James Spence

James wakes up to a throbbing hand and a few asprin – he can still almost feel the pain when his hand connected with the vampire crew-leader’s jaw. His personal planner shows no tasks for the day, and he finds himself strangely invigorated and energized, despite the activities of last night.

After waking to the dull ache in his hand, James takes his time getting ready for the day. It’s only been a few days but it seems like a lifetime has passed since he was a Sleeper. He replays the events of the last few days in his head as he goes through the motions of getting ready. Oddly, he is prepared to say goodbye to this old apartment and make a new home with a bunch of mages. He mentally prepares a list of tasks that he wants to accomplish before the meeting with the newest potential member of the cabal.

As he feels the spiritual drain of the past few days, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, he feels the beginning of a rote come together – he sees the pattern of his magic weaving through his body, and it seems that it is being impaired somehow, almost weakened. He begins focusing his energies and cleansing his pattern, driving those impurities from his system. After some concentration, he sees the flow of magic through his body increase in intensity, slowly at first, then with a giant flash. He stumbles forward, barely catching himself on the sink, feeling an intense body ache spread through his limbs, matching the ache of his hand.

He struggles down to his car, opting for something with a bit more stability than his sport car, before pointing the car in the direction of his office and slipping the car into gear. When the elevator doors open into his lab, he is greeted by a sterile environment, devoid of the chaos of when he last saw it. He hears murmurs of discussion coming from the conference room, and notes that Arturo, Markus, and Alison gathered around the table, sketching out an experiment on a large piece of paper shared between the three of them. Alison looks quite fetching in her slouchy turtleneck sweater, and the other two seem rather chipper. Alison looks up and throws a ferociously white smile at James. “There you are!”

Arturo and Markus look up and throw a wave in his direction. “Been a while, sir. Figured you were taking some personal time, so we took it on to see about putting together some experimental protocols to keep on soldiering on, sir.” Arturo snatches the marker from Markus and begins making more scribbles. Markus grunts, “We’ve been exploring some of the folklorian aspects of the Aconitum plant to see if we can adapt it to combat cancer.”

Alison beams. “It’s really quite exciting! But you’re looking well today! Back into the office, then, are we?”

James beams a smile upon entering the office. “Glad to see you guys are staying busy. I’m surprised to see the place so cleaned up and running with what happened last week.” James turns to Alison, “But enough about me, how did your little trip go with Vladimir or whatever his name was? And I hear Aurora is doing okay? Did they figure out what was wrong?”

James finds out that Alison can’t remember much of her whirlwind European tour, just that she had the time of her life. Aurora is doing well, but recovering – there was no diagnosis provided from the hospital. Chatter ensues for half an hour or so about projects and the lab direction as James sets his team up for his leave of absence, assigning Alison as lab liaison, making sure information is filtered to him as necessary. As he bids his team farewell, he catches a flicker of movement from the room he found the security guard in, but investigation reveals nothing.

He hits the parking lot, his phone to his ear, dialing Jo as naturally as breathing. The phone rings three times, before heading directly to voicemail. He tries again, but his effort is in vain. He sighs and heads to a coffee shop, seeking to console his lack of companionship with the good looks of a cute barista who never makes him pay for his coffees. He starts asking about the shop to see if anyone has heard of the phone trial. He gets mixed messages – some believe it to be a trial from Google, others think it’s the next generation of an Apple product. Nobody happens to have heard of anything worthwhile in the coffee shop, but a quick websearch, going a bit more in depth, reveals the company to be an empty shell – it’s registered, but reports no earnings, has no obvious employees, or address.

While he is looking around the web, he notes that the Mayor has just held a press conference about potential school cancellations this winter, as it seems likely to be a particularly rough one. He’s made the same cautionary statements as before, but he looks none the worse for wear after his abduction. A few notifications pop up from your RealEstate App, showing potential properties that fit your previously entered criteria, and notifies you to contact your local agent.

A quick trip to all of the local news sites seems to indicate that there were no casualties reported during the events at the Drake. Bizarrely, it seems that the Mayor has issued a small speech apologizing to all whom were invited, and hoping that it didn’t put a damper on their holiday cheer. He then leaves it with an open-ended statement that anyone who felt dissatisfied with the experience is more than welcome to come again next year. Some woman is claiming she was accosted by the ‘vagabonds’ who set the hotel on fire and is happy to identify them, but no definitive proof has been provided.

Having accomplished (or at least attempted) most of his goals for the morning, James stops by his house and suits up before heading to Luxury Estates, a high end Real Estate company. A slick looking man named Dirk will be eager to help in the otherwise empty office. Having seen the posting for a lakefront “fixer-upper” on the real estate app, James inquires about it.

Dirk slicks his hair back, grinning at James, a slight hint of a stylish plaid shirt peeking out from beneath his sport-coat’s sleeve. “So a fixer-upper, huh? I have to say, I didn’t peg you for the type, but it takes all types, so my granddaddy said. This property, though, it’s a screamer. Are you sure you aren’t interested in something a bit more Downtown? You look like a penthouse kind of guy. No? Hey, no worries! This place is a screamer, like I said.”

He winks at James and begins to wind himself up into his sales pitch, his arms beginning to move in motions that could be considered hypnotic to some. His hands seem very mobile and animated, and his mouth just keeps moving. “The plot of land we’re looking at is a large chunk of rocky coastline on Lake Michigan, north of Chicago itself. The property has a large sprawling mansion (that admittedly has seen better days, but it is still structurally sound), a large separated garage, a dock large enough to house a couple of speed boats, or perhaps a sail boat if you’re into that kind of thing, and the ruins of what used to be a light house (it is still mostly intact, but starting to crumble around the top). I’d probably knock it down and put in a Jacuzzi if I were you. Chicks dig those, and not so much lighthouses, if you’re catching my meaning. No? Well, the house is self is gigantic, with numerous rooms, bathrooms, and social areas, with turn of the century decor. The beds aren’t too comfy, so you might want to look into getting those replaced.” A business card is flourished. “My brother works in furniture, so if you talk to him, he’ll cut you a deal, or my name isn’t Dirk Thompson. There is also a cave in the rocks beneath the lighthouse, in case you feel like pretending you’re a Hardy Boy and bring Nancy down there. No? Okay..”

Despite the salesman’s best efforts, James convinces Dirk to let him check out the property that day. As they make their way to the cars, Dirk is obviously impressed. “Got a thing for speed, eh guy? Have to say, definitely a car the ladies can appreciate. So guy, you sure you want to head out towards the country? This place has been on the market a long time, and we’ve had more than a few people come and take a look at it. It hasn’t been lived in in years, and I think one of the penthouses in the city might be more your speed. No? Not even if I could get you the top of the Drake? Guy? Oh, fine, you drive a hard bargain.” Dirk sighs. “Lets go.”

When James pulls down the long paved driveway, his breath is taken away by the sheer size of the building. The property itself is just as described. Perfect. As they both get out of their respective cars, Dirk begins rattling his bone-box again while James takes in the sights – the dilapidated boat and lighthouses stand out as particularly impressive, even in comparison to the mansion. “So guy, rumor has it that the previous owners were eccentric millionaires that kept to themselves and were in to some ‘strange stuff.’ As Luxury Estates now owns the property, I can make you a deal on this place, but I’ve got a family to feed here. if your heart’s set on it, make me an offer and we’ll see what we can do.”

James rattles off a price off the top of his head and Dirk blanches, his hands moving frantically in a hypnotic pattern. “Look, guy, I want to move this, I really do. I want to sell you this place, but I’ve got three children to feed and two wives to pay alimony to! I’d be cutting my own throat to sell it to you at that price.” James doesn’t back down, sweetening the deal with an all-cash purchase, to be made that day, with a discount due to the disrepair. He makes it clear that it’s a take it or leave it offer, and mentions he’s looking for someone to offload his condo.

James notes a faint green sparkle in Dirk’s eye, and the man makes a brief faux-pained noise. “Hey, twist my arm why don’t you! Alright, I can see you’re a shrewd customer guy, so I’ll cut you a break on this property.” Arrangements for the deal are made and the keys are handed over to James. “Guy, you ever need anything else bought or sold, you know Dirk Thompson’s you’re man, guy!” With that, he drives off with a grin on his face and squealing tires.

James sends Ghengis a text. “Hey guys, bought a new place. Going to schedule some upkeep, but start getting everything ready to move over. See you tonight.”

James sets up some work to be done on the house: maintenance on the docks and the house, some landscapers to clean up around the house, Dirk’s brother to get some new furniture, and the geek squad to get the house set up with the latest in technology.

He attempts to give Jo another call and see what’s going on with her, and is just about to give up when she answers on the last ring. “Hey, sorry I missed you earlier. Hard day at the office, and I’m calling it quits soon.” She sounds out of breath. “Whats up? You up for hanging out later?”

“Hey Jo, glad to hear from you. Been a pretty crazy couple of days, so I just wanted to check in with you. I have a meeting at 5, and I’m not sure how late it’s going to go, but if it’s not too late, maybe we can meet up for a drink afterwards? Otherwise, maybe we can catch up tomorrow?”

She agrees to meet up with James after his meeting. A short while later, he sees some vehicles approaching his new place.


Persons of Interest: Marie Brey

Marie wakes up to light streaming in to her hotel bedroom. She checks her phone – just a message from Ghengis reminding her about the meeting at five. She feels calm and refreshed, and the air in her hotel room is crisp and warm, bolstering her resolve against the frigid air outside.

Marie goes to work at the Chicago branch of the EPA, finishing her weekly report by noon, and heads over to Dan’s department to inquire how his fight with Catalina over logging rights was going.

She finds Dan sitting on his desk, facing the window. He doesn’t seem to hear her at first, but then jerks around, as though startled that someone was talking to him. “Oh, Marie! You scared me. I was just thinking about that Catalina broad, and the trouble she’s causing. She’s managed to get some of the others in the office on-board with her in securing logging rights around Wolf Road – I’ve managed to stonewall her by getting the CMAP offices involved, but I don’t know how long that’ll last. I’ll find something, but it’s slow going.”

He shrugs and takes a sip of coffee from a designer disposable mug. “You look different! What’s going on in your life?”

Marie briefly considers telling him how far she’s fallen through the looking glass, but instead just smiles. “Nothing new. I’m still reeling from the change of pace in Chicago – my adrenaline’s always pumping here.”

She goes on to tell him about the treacherous morning commute to work to write up the contact reports before realizing that she should be doing something productive. Marie asks Dan where the library is, then excuses herself to let him get back to work. She’ll drive to the library in order to discover anything useful about Chicago’s history, and hopefully discover a bit of tass.

She makes her way through the main entrance to the library only to find the library staff conspicuously absent. She begins digging into the old archives, feeling drawn to find the uncolored history of Chicago’s past, and lets herself into the unlocked restricted section.

{Research – Marie : Intelligence (3) & Academics (2). Pool of 5}

She uncovers an old book, charred around the edges and smelling faintly of mildew. Flipping through the pages reveals that it is a detailed history of the Great Chicago Fire, and along the binding of the book is a small collection of mossy tass, glowing bright red and pulsing, as though on fire.

As she gets lost in the pages, flipping through and harvesting some of the tass, she barely notices the hours fly by. Soon, her phone is screaming alarms at her with a flashing indication she is to meet up with James at his new residence. She takes off, stuffing the damaged book in her purse as she sneaks out the back door.


Persons of Interest: Red Feather

Red Feather wakes up to the smells of cooked bacon and eggs – a quickly opened door reveals a small cart with breakfast laid out on it, complete with a piping hot carafe of tea. The view from his hotel window shows a sleepy city through the frost, just getting ready to start the day after a hurried meal.

Red Feather awakes the next morning, feeling oddly stiff from sleeping on the unaccocustomed softness of his mattress. He gets dressed and quickly leaves the hotel room, Sky Dancer perched on his shoulder, elegantly preening her feathers. He eventually negotiates the bus system and gets on one that will take him to the address Ghengis gave him the night before.

When he arrives at the destination, he gets off of the bus and carefully looks around himself. He sees little of note aside from the entrance to a dingy apartment building and a dark colored van driving up the street. As he steps forward to ring the apartment buzzer labelled with a strange little symbol rather than a name, he hears a door slam shut, followed by a rush of footsteps. “There’s no time! Quick!” He is barely able to turn his head before a black bag is forced over his head and he finds himself dragged into a van, unable to offer much resistance. He feels Sky Dancer drift off just before he is tossed into the van, not unkindly, onto some pillows. He finds himself in this van after several hours of carousing have taken place, listening to three unfamiliar voices joke and drink as they drove around. Slowly, as the van’s tires begin to crunch over loosely packed gravel, his transport comes to a stop.


Persons of Interest: Red Feather, James Spence, Marie Brey

James idly watches a parade of cars come down his new, long, gravel driveway. Leading the pack is Marie’s rental, which comes rattling down the road before stopping in front of the huge mansion and stepping out. The van pulls up behind, the door opening to reveal a rather inebriated looking Ursa who opens the sliding panel in the back to haul out an older gentleman, upon whose shoulder immediately alights a magnificent bird, which bites Ursa’s hand as he draws the cloth hood from the man’s head. “Sorry… initiation ritual… you know how it is…” He says sheepishly. From the inside of the van, Merlin and Ghengis crawl out, laughing and giggling the entire time, but immediately sobering on seeing the vista before them. “You… you weren’t kidding, were you…?”

Marie’s jaw drops and she shuts the car door. “I can’t believe this is your house now…” She’ll look around the grounds and see Merlin and Ghengis laughing and Ursa apologizing to an older gentleman. Upon seeing the cloth sack in Ursa’s hand, she puts two and two together.

“Not bad huh?” James smiles, leaning on his car, having been waiting for the others to arrive. He gestures to the house and the grounds. “It needs a little work, but I think it will suit us all pretty well. There’s room for everyone inside. I got a good deal on it, because it belonged to some crazy person or something, and no one wanted to buy it.” He notices a figure he doesn’t recognize, “So this must be the new blood that Ghengis mentioned?”

Marie groans. “Guys…You don’t even know this man.” She will walk over to the older man and extend a hand, “I know this is an awful first impression, but I’m Marie. It’s nice to meet you.”

Merlin launches into a coughing fit, staring at Marie intently in silent judgement.

Red Feather regards the extended hand without speaking for a few long moments. Finally, he reaches out and shakes it. “I do not know why I have been brought here, and certainly not why these, erm, ‘means’ were necessary, but I sense that you are a person of good will and intent. I hope some explanation will be forthcoming, however.”

Sky Dancer sharpens her beak on a talon and glares at those assembled about for emphasis.

James reaches over and closes Merlin’s mouth with a finger, and putting his other arm around Marie while gesturing to the new place. “Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum… Well, Doc. Strange might take issue with using the name, so we’ll have to come up with something else.” James pauses for a moment. “The Batcave…? No… well, anyway, welcome to the new place. Feel free to come on in and pick a room. I took dibs on the master bedroom, hope no one minds. I’m not sure how much of the furniture was left is any good, but we’ll make do. We can get new stuff tomorrow. I’m sure there’s a guest room or something for you, Mr…” He trails off, extending a hand to Red Feather.

Red Feather shakes the extended hand. “Osiyo”, he says, inclining his head by way of greeting, “While I appreciate your offered hospitality, I would first like to more fully understand what circumstance I find myself in.” Sky Dancer bobs her head as he says this, as if to reinforce his words. “I am not accustomed to being, I believe the term is kidnapped, on a daily basis, nor as a means of introducing one’s self, but I am not familiar with your customs, perhaps this is perfectly normal?” He adds the last with a small twinkle in his eye.

“Ah, these guys didn’t fill you in? Well, I’m Hermes, you’ve already met Ghengis, Ursa and Merlin I see, and this is Andromeda. Pleased to meet you.” James looks over to the three stooges, who might be stifling the last bit of laughter, while they still hold the hood. “Kidnapped you say? I’m going to go ahead and say that yes, it’s normal behavior for them. Sorry about that, but I’m guessing you’re here because you know something of the Awakened world, and are looking for answers? Well, I don’t have those answers, but those three might, if you can get them to give you a straight answer. And if not, we can help find them.” He gestures towards the house. “Can I tempt you to come inside? We can order some pizza, and answer whatever questions you have (if we can).”

Marie waits until the older gentleman is not looking, then shrugs an apology to Merlin, looking slightly embarrassed.

The trio of Ghengis, Ursa and Merlin seem very much subdued as they consider their rebukes, and they shuffle off towards the house, each murmuring an apology towards Red Feather as they pass. Halfway down the drive Ghengis lets out a massive whoop and sprints the rest of the way, the other two racing to keep up.

Marie takes in the old man’s appearance and attempt polite conversation as she starts toward the mansion. “So, Mr. Osiyo. What part of the country are you from?”

Red Feather nods in greeting to everyone introduced by James then turns and regards the house. “Well”, he says after a deliberate pause, “I suppose I don’t really have a tremendous amount of say in the matter, do I? If you wished to do me harm, I suppose you already would have, and I don’t have much ability to leave at this time, either. So very well, let us go inside. I do indeed many questions, and I hope we can be mutually useful to one another. I have never had pizza though. Perhaps you could begin by explaining what this ‘pizza’ is to me.”

James laughs when Osiyo says he’s never had pizza, “My friend, Pizza is not something that can be explained, it is something that must be experienced.” James claps him on the back, and leads him and Marie up to the house. He order several pizzas of all different kinds, adding that if the delivery guy can pick up some beer, there’s a $100 tip in it.

As the group tromps into the mansion, everyone begins exploring the building and claiming bedrooms. Andromeda calls her hotel to cancel the living arrangement her company had set up, and asks them to hold her belongings for pick-up, then calls Dan to ask if he can bring them from the hotel, giving him the mansion address. She picks out a room from whatever is left over in the mansion and goes to check out the view by the lake.

When everyone has settled in, they gather in the common room where Ghengis has cobbled together a fire in the fireplace. The deliveryman arrives with a large stack of pizza and a few different microbrews from around the Chicago area. He leaves, quite happy with his delivery, and James plucks off a flier from the top of the boxes after Merlin has carted them into a rickety old table. It appears that there is a local music concert in an abandoned warehouse in Evanston for the next three nights. After everyone is situated with their food and drink of choice, formal introductions are made. Merlin begins having a short discussion on how he feels that the land is connected to magic, and how the place would be best warded. Ursa mentions how he’d love to start making additions to the grand library. Ghenghis sits quietly by the fire until the discussion turns, as most do, towards the nature of magic.

They talk on into the evening, making plans for the future, as slices of pizza disappear faster than the waning light.

Comments

Woot, awesome! Thanks for the write-up!

 

Marie goes to work at the Chicago branch of the EPA, finishing her weekly report by noon, and heads over to Dan’s department to inquire how his fight with Catalina over logging rights was going.

 

//Much longer post forthcoming. My character will be contacting work to let them know what has been going on with me (really just letting them know i’m taking a leave in the aftermath of the break in at work). I will also be completing the hallow information, which we will end up with a 4/1 hallow with a 1 point (unless westin chooses to add to it, I forgot what you said jvolk :P) haven. We will also have a 3 point hallow on the property.

//I’m thinking that it will be a lakefront property on Lake Michigan, with a rundown old lighthouse on an outcropping and cave going into the cliff below it. The house will be a large cottage that we can customize using our vast resources. If anyone wants to add a feature or anything let me know. I will be doing a write up of the meeting with the realtor and finding the property. Okay, time for bed, i will add more later.

 

After waking to the dull ache in his hand, James will take his time getting ready for the day. It’s only been a few days but it seems like a lifetime has passed since he was a Sleeper. He will replay the events of the last few days in his head as he goes through the motions of getting ready. Oddly, he is prepared to say goodbye to this old apartment and make a new home with a bunch of mages. He mentally prepares a list of tasks that he wants to accomplish before the meeting with the newest potential member of the cabal.

  • Replenish some used mana, by scouring my pattern. (He intended to scour his strength)
  • Stop by the office.
  • Check in with Jo.
  • Find out more information about this phone, start working on finding out where it came from.
  • Check the news and media for information about the mayor’s “accident.”
  • Find a realtor for a new place, maybe look at some property.
  • Talk to the cabal about the job with Joe and more importantly about the Atlantean coin, and his connection to another mage.

//Rase, these are the order of events that I want to do, so we can assume that I scour my pattern and head into the office to start if you like.

 

James will beam a smile when he enters the office. “Glad to see you guys are staying busy. I’m surprised to see the place so cleaned up and running with what happened last week.” James will turned to Alison, “But enough about me, how did your little trip go with Vladimir or whatever his name was? And I hear Aurora is doing okay? Did they figure out what was wrong?”

 

//James would like to do some more digging into the mayor, find out what the news is saying about the event at the Hotel, the night of the Mayor’s Ball.

Having accomplished (or at least attempted) most of his goals for the morning, James will stop by his house and suit up, before heading to Luxury Estates, a high end Real Estate company. A slick looking man named Dirk will be eager to help in the otherwise empty office. Having seen the posting for a lakefront “fixer-upper” on the real estate app, James will inquire about it.

Despite the salesman’s best efforts, James will convince Dirk to let him check out the property (it’s been on the market for a long time, with no one living there, so the price has been dropped dramatically). It’s perfect. The plot of land is a large chuck of rocky coastline on Lake Michigan, north of Chicago itself. The property has a large sprawling mansion (that admittedly has seen better days, but it is still structurally sound), a large separated garage, a dock large enough to house a couple of speed boats, or perhaps a sail boat, and the ruins of what used to be a light house (it is still mostly intact, but starting to crumble around the top). The house is self is gigantic, with numerous rooms, bathrooms, and social areas, with turn of the century decor. There is also a cave in the rocks beneath the lighthouse that bears further investigation.

Rumor has it that the previous owners were eccentric millionaires that kept to themselves and were in to some “strange stuff.” Luxury Estates bought the property for extremely cheap on auction, after the former owners disappeared, with the intent to flip it, but they couldn’t sell it. James agrees to buy it that day, at a discounted price, do to the disrepair. It’s not a total loss for Dirk though, as James hires him to sell his condo.

//I will figure out the numbers on the size & security later. Feel free to embellish Dirk, or whatever you like.

 

Marie will briefly consider telling him how far she’s fallen through the looking glass, but instead just smiles. “Nothing new. I’m still reeling from the change of pace in Chicago – my adrenaline’s always pumping here.”

Goals: She goes on to tell him about the trecherous morning commute to work to write up the contact reports before realizing that she should be doing something productive. Marie asks Dan where the library is, then excuses herself to let him get back to work. She’ll drive to the library in order to discover anything useful about Chicago’s history.

 

Other library goal: Try to find more tass in the library for regaining mana.

 

//I believe for the Sanctum, we’re going to end up with 5 size, 2 security (if we get one bonus security for bringing along the NPC cabal members), a 3 hallow, and a 3 haven for Westin to define. Sounds good to me, let me know what other’s think.

James will send Ghengis (and by extension, the other NPCs) a text. “Hey guys, bought a new place. Going to schedule some upkeep, but start getting everything ready to move over. (He’ll include the address) See you tonight.”

James will set up some work to be done on the house: maintenance on the docks and the house, some landscapers to clean up around the house, Dirk’s brother to get some new furniture, and the geek squad to get the house set up with the latest in technology.

His last goal (I think) will to give Jo another call and see what’s going on with her.

 

“Hey Jo, glad to hear from you. Been a pretty crazy couple of days, so i just wanted to check in with you. I have a meeting at 5, and I’m not sure how late it’s going to go, but if it’s not too late, maybe we can meet up for a drink afterwards? Otherwise, maybe we can catch up tomorrow?”

 

//Holy Crap i forgot you were waiting on us to update… I’ll get on that in a few :P

 

“Not bad huh?” James will have been outside, leaning on his car, waiting for the others to arrive. He’ll gesture to the house and the grounds. "It needs a little work, but I think it will suit us all pretty well. “There’s room for everyone inside. I got a good deal on it, because it belonged to some crazy person or something, and no one wanted to buy it.” He’ll notice a figure he doesn’t recognize, “So this must be the new blood that Ghengis mentioned?”

 

Marie’s jaw drops and she shuts the car door. “I can’t believe this is your house now…” She’ll look around the grounds and see Merlin and Ghengis laughing and Ursa apologizing to an older gentleman. Upon seeing the cloth sack in Ursa’s hand, she’ll put two and two together.

Marie groans. “Guys…You don’t even know this man.” She will walk over to the older man and extend a hand, “I know this is an awful first impression, but I’m Marie. It’s nice to meet you.” (Regardless of whether he chooses to shake her hand or not, she will attempt to apologize in order to ensure the gentleman stays with the group.)

 

Red Feather regards the extended hand without speaking for a few long moments. Finally, he reaches out and shakes it. “I do not know why I have been brought here, and certainly not why these, erm, ‘means’ were necessary, but I sense that you are a person of good will and intent.” (no skill there, just Red Feather being Red Feather-ish) “I hope some explanation will be forthcoming, however.”

Sky Dancer sharpens her beak on a talon and glares at those assembled about for emphasis.

 

James will reach over and close Merlin’s mouth with a finger, and put an arm around Marie and gesture to the new place. “Welcome to the Sanctum Sanctorum… Well, Doc. Strange might take issue with using the name, so we’ll have to come up with something else.” James will pause for a moment. “The Batcave…? No… well, anyway, welcome to the new place. Feel free to come on in and pick a room. I took dibs on the master bedroom, hope no one minds. I’m not sure how much of the furniture was left is any good, but we’ll make do. We can get new stuff tomorrow.” I’m sure there’s a guest room or something for you, Mr…" He’ll trail off, extending a hand to Red Feather.

 

Red Feather shakes the extended hand. “Osiyo”, he says, inclining his head by way of greeting, “while I appreciate your offered hospitality, I would first like to more fully understand what circumstance I find myself in.” Sky Dancer bobs her head as he says this, as if to reinforce his words. “I am not accustomed to being, I believe the term is kidnapped, on a daily basis, nor as a means of introducing one’s self, but I am not familiar with your customs, perhaps this is perfectly normal?” He adds the last with a small twinkle in his eye.

 

“Ah, these guys didn’t fill you in? Well, I’m Hermes, you’ve already met Ghengis, Ursa and Merlin I see, and this is Andromeda. Pleased to meet you.” James will look over to the three stooges, who might be stifling the last bit of laughter, while they still hold the hood. “Kidnapped you say? I’m going to go ahead and say that yes, it’s normal behavior for them. Sorry about that, but I’m guessing you’re here because you know something of the Awakened world, and are looking for answers? Well, I don’t have those answers, but those three might, if you can get them to give you a straight answer. And if not, we can help find them.” He’ll gesture towards the house. “Can i tempt you to come inside? We can order some pizza, and answer whatever questions you have (if we can).”

 

Marie will wait until the older gentleman is not looking, then shrug an apology to Merlin, looking slightly embarrassed.

(After James introduces me as Andromeda) Marie will nod in greeting.

Marie will take in the old man’s appearance and attempt polite conversation as she starts toward the mansion. “So, Mr. Osiyo. What part of the country are you from?”

 

Red Feather nods in greeting to everyone introduced by James then turns and regards the house. “Well”, he says after a deliberate pause, “I suppose I don’t really have a tremendous amount of say in the matter, do I? If you wished to do me harm, I suppose you already would have, and I don’t have much ability to leave at this time, either. So very well, let us go inside. I do indeed many questions, and I hope we can be mutually useful to one another. I have never had pizza though. Perhaps you could begin by explaining what this ‘pizza’ is to me.”

 

//Is Osiyo Red Feather’s mage name?

James will laugh when Osiyo says he’s never had pizza, “My friend, Pizza is not something that can be explained, it is something that must be experienced.” James will clap him on the back, and lead him and Marie up to the house. He’ll order several pizzas of all different kinds, adding that if the delivery guy can pick up some beer, there’s a $100 tip in it.

//James is ready to head in to the house and have the meet and greet with Red Feather and the cabal, and get everyone situation. Whatever changes people want to make to the house, and things that they need to get for the house James will arrange. Rase, if you want to do a little exposition to get everything up to speed, I’m okay with that. :)

 

Andromeda will enter the house and call her hotel to cancel the living arrangement and ask them to hold her belongings for pick-up, then call Dan to ask if he can bring them from the hotel (saying she’ll pay for drinks and dinner next time they catch up) and gives him the mansion address. She’ll pick out a room from whatever is left over in the mansion and go check out the view by the lake.

 

“Hmm…. doesn’t ring a bell…” James will get up and head to the door. Finding Mr. Hatmaker at the door, he’ll ask, “I wasn’t expecting any visitors, other than the pizza guy, how can I help you?”

Rase Cidraen gaaran

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