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Logs:Manuel Ward

2022-01-21T18:27:41Z

Khoi:

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= Cast =
PCs: [[Magnus]], [[Irina]], [[Mabel]], [[Percy]], [[Etienne]], [[Azar]], [[Scarpia]], and [[Lilena]]

NPCs: [[Sergio DeSantis]], [[Winder|Sarah Anne Winder]], [[Katy Cox]], [[Charles Pang]], [[Camille Lefebvre]], [[Zora Pavlova]]
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= Synopsis =
May 6, 2021: At the Green Room in San Francisco, Prince Winder has the Praxis guess the identity of the guest that her Sheriff and Nosferatu Primogen drag before the Court. He is hauled off for interrogation.
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= Log =
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Magnus arrives punctually at the prescribed time. Dressed in his usual well tailored suit that probably costs most than a year's rent in most places, he navigates the various security checks, handing his coat off with a polite bow to Katy. Arriving in the main area, he pauses to give an aristocratic bow to the Prince, followed by one to his Primogen. He'll settle himself into an open seat near Luna, giving respectful nods to anyone who acknowledges his entry.

Azar is - predictably - dressed in her usual chador. Arms loosely crossed over her chest, she swings her gaze about with the sort of languid serenity she is known for, smiling and dipping her head to those members of the Court she recognises. She does not yet sit.

Irina arrives a bit after magnus, wearing a custom-fitted dress that costs exactly as much as Magnus' suit... plus one dollar. (Kidding!) No she's wearing a rather elegant one-shouldered black dress that whispers against the floor as she walks. She lacks a coat, however, ahving nothing to give to Katy. Instead she offers Winder a brief but respectful incline of her head and stands off to the side.

Lilena comes in wearing a beautifully multclolored sparkly dress that flows on the ground as she walks, one arm is hooked with Azar's as they both enter the room. She doesn't part from Azar's arm just yet. For the time being she is looking around.

{{Tab}}As Kindred file in, Winder and three of her Primogen (Luna of clan Tremere, Sergio of Brujah, Charles of Toreador) are also at the table. Her Seneschal Farhad sits next to her, at the corner of the table, as she is seated at the head. The Green Room is a large space, sufficient for wedding banquets and other gatherings, and so there is an empty swath of floor opposite her, from where a chandelier hangs above.

{{Tab}}"Magnus." Luna Demian addresses her contermporary. "Good of you to come." Winder keeps her eyes on the door. She watches it, fixated, like a cat tracking particularly interesting prey. Waiting on something she knows is comin.

{{Tab}}"Madam Azar," Luna says, speaking again, as the woman flows in. Farhad receives her with a smile that indicates her welcome, and gestures to invite her to sit. "Please, thank you for coming."

{{Tab}}"Ahh! Miss Rosu," Winder finally speaks. "Thank you for coming!" And yet the Prince's attention remains on that door, and her potential special guest.

{{Tab}}A voice slinks in from the hall leading in. Clacking heels. Too many footsteps. Camille LeFebvre. "...We are going to come in here like the /good friends/ we are, darling, ad you're going to tell the nice lady who you are, and where you're from."

Lilena leans close to Azar and speaks softly to her. "So, this is court? I am a tad bit nervous? Is anything special expected out of me tonight? "

Magnus sits relaxed and yet somehow looking to be at attention at the same time. Those old Prussian mannerisms just never leave you. He gives a little nod and polite smile to Azar as he sees her arrive, then turning to Luna, speaking quietly, "Good to see you as always, Madame. All is well, I trust?" He vaguely wonders why several people seem to have shrunk or grown a few inches in a matter of minutes.

"Nothing unusual," Azar murmurs back to her ghoul. "Stand. Be respectful. Be polite. Follow any orders given." And with that said, she looks across at Luna, thanking her in turn, before sliding into a seat and turning so as to watch whatever commotion is starting up in the entrance hall.

Something Winder says has Irina's cheek twitching lightly and her brow raising but she doesn't comment on it. Instead she nods. Just so. Otherwise the woman is silent for the moment and standing off to the side, allowing others space to involve themselves.

Lilena stands beside Azar where ever she chooses to take a seat and she to does look at the commotion going on in the hall, being very observant of her surroundings.

{{Tab}}Appearing out of thin air at the door arrives Mabel, giving Katy a small smile in greeting. She stands in all her half-dead glory. Each scalloped at the hems, she wears a purple velvet blouse and brown velvet shorts, brown suede boots adorning her feet and a black choker about her neck. This leaves the old scars, which look more akin to the death wounds of a corpse, encircling her left mid-shin, right elbow, and right mid-thigh. She doesn't have a coat or anything to give Katy, so she simply tilts her head and wanders in. She smiles upon sighting Azar, casually moving to stand beside the chador-clad woman. Cold gray eyes flicker to Lilena, giving her a brief once-over, brow arching lightly. A small bow is afforded the table of dignitaries, peeking momentarily at the Brujah Primogen.

A gold-masked entrant makes his way in just ahead of the commotion, the mask contoured - precisely - into the angles of Etienne's face, for those who might know him. Voluminous black curls hang in an obscenely dark spray out behind him, clearly scented (for those lucky enough to be close to him) with ambergris and myrrh - medicinal and astringent. His outfit looks to be made out of gold leaf, or at least plated in it, reflecting every hint of light in the room in a glittering, sparkly flutter of movement and eye-catching brilliance. Over the shirt and pants is a large, perfectly white mink coat - dozens of heads hanging in an organized line down from his left shoulder to his right hip, flapping gently with each over-done step. And lastly, on his feet, there are a pair of shiny gold Oxford dress shoes as eye catching as the rest of his ensemble. Upon arrival, his hand lifts to take the mask and tilt it aside, revealing that it is, in fact, Etienne - the golden mask tucked casually into one of the interior pockets in his decidedly-not-cruelty-free coat.

Lilena notices the other woman look at her breifly and she smiles to her a causal warm smile.

== The Guest ==

{{Tab}}Winder's smoky eyes flit over to Etienne and the faintest smirk bleeds into her discerning expression. That smirk lingers just a moment longer, this time focused on the ghoul. Luna Demian also turns her attention to Lilena. Luna is a middle-aged woman, with frosty hair from grey flecks, her features square and stern, her manner of dress and the way she carries herself rather stiff and matronly. "Why don't you get us something to drink?" Luna gestures off towards a door, where the help probably is. "I'll have the merlot."

{{Tab}}Of course, Luna means blood.

{{Tab}}Etienne makes an entrance that captures the Toreador Primogen's eyes, which stir with the beauty of Etienne's mask and its craftsmanship. His lips part just a touch, stunned. "Good evening, Monsieur D'Orleans!" Sergio's bass-filled voice cuts through Charles's reverie to try to shake him. Sergio stands, radiating a charismatic, welcoming aura as he pushes back a seat to invite the Toreador to the table. "Wonderful to see you! Where DID you get that outfit!"

{{Tab}}But the introductions are about to get interrupted: that voice that was down the hall comes closer, and with it, the shuffling of two or three pairs of footsteps. "Don't you worry darling," Camille's familiar voice says, louder this time from the proximity. "It's almost all over!"

The sets of footsteps scuttle to the doors. Quickly, the doors open, and Katy startles like she'd seen a mouse, biting back a look of disgust as Camille LeFebvre, the Nosferatu primogen, barges on in. Camille is an older woman who has made herself presentable and acceptable to the eye, even if her outfit is awkward, even if the gloves she wears feel more like hiding some horrible orangutan feethands than a fashion choice.

{{Tab}}Regardless, Camille is accompanied by Zora Pavlova, Malkavian and Sheriff, who has a hold of some young, Hispanic man (he's probably 5'7", if you had to guess). Between Zora's zealotous death-grip and the garbage can lids that Camille LeFebvre calls hands, this ashen-faced stranger in his thirties is going nowhere but where these two ladies want him.

{{Tab}}Winder's expression /delights/ as they drop in, and she rises fluidly to her feet. "Ladies and gentlemen! Monsieurs D'Orleans, Von Moltke," she says, with a fluid gesture toward the both of them. "Madames Rosu, Azar, Mousavi, arranged friends." She clasps her hands in front of her with a sharp smile. "Thank you so much for coming!" Zora and Camille (wo)manhandle the stranger into a chair at the opposite part of the table, shoved into a seat by an eager Pavlova. "We have a special guest tonight! Do any of you recognize this gentleman I see before me?"

Lilena looks to where she is directed to go and get the drinks from, she nods. "Yes, ma'am. Azar, what would you like to drink the same for you as well?" She asks before she is headed off to get the drinks.

The mask is touched through the mink coat as Etienne begins to make his way over toward the Toreador Primogen, his hand lifting in a modest wave, "Oh darling, I has one of the ghouls put on the Valentino show in Rome. Pierpaolo Piccioli put out a line of couture that blew me away. I just had to have it. So I had my tailor whip up something similar, and paired it with a new coat." he says, reaching up to tug at the neckline of his coat, causing the heads of the mink to jiggle once more.

{{Tab}}He's distracted by Window and he dips his head, going quiet and listening with a faint smile.

As Etienne comes in, Mabel's face contorts in a mild form of revulsion. She coughs lightly, then turns to the intrusive presence. She peers at him a moment, appreciating the costume, then remarks, "you're positively...flamboyant tonight." She rubs at her nose, then grins at Lilena, "who might this be, Miss Azar?" She winces then, as Sergio lets out that shout, turning to watch him greet the gold-enameled man. Her eyes lid slightly, and she falls silent to observe the interaction. Or at least, that's what she expected to do, until Camille arrived. She smiles graciously and stoops into a respectful bow, "Primogen Lefebvre." She rises to look skeptically at the Hispanic man. A shake of her head, "can't say that I do..."

Minu Mousavi is here. She is here dressed in black. Oh, sure, it's a fine black. It's all very attractive and well done, but it's still very black, and in keeping with a degree of appropriate modesty. Her shoes are, perhaps, her one concession to vanity. Strappy heels, it would appear, absolutely not designed for running today. Then again, if she's running this evening, something has gone terribly wrong at the Court.

For her, anyway.

Still, she's been present, been quiet. Tight. Controlled. Her hands are folded together neatly in front of her as she observes the ongoing conversations, but she has yet to engage in them.

Irina frowns lightly at the sight of the man, looking from him then back to the Prince. "I can say that I recognize him." Irina begins with a soft, steady tone. "Though how this poor creature came into your possession is the more important story, is it not?" The woman asks towards Winder.

Azar waves a hand dismissively at Lilena: no, she would not like a drink just yet. "My ghoul, Lilena," she tells Mabel in an offhanded sort of manner, her attention very much upon the newcomer. At the Prince's question, she takes a moment to consider, then raises her voice to speak. "Manuel Ward. Caitiff. Rumoured to be Sabbat, Prince Winder."

Lilena soon comes back with a drink for Mabele and hands it off to her. "Here you are Ma'am. " She stands and waits to be given more intsructions.

Sergio listens in actual appreciation for ART, the work of art that is the Toreador! Charles Pang sucks in some air, centering himself. "It is a very fine, beautiful piece of work," Charles agrees. But that's about as far as he can get before the arrival of Camille, the Sheriff, and the dropping of this guy into the chair.

{{Tab}}"Dearie," Camille says to Mabel in acknowledgement, but her focus is mostly on the man she brought in. She gives the stranger a look that dares him to try something, then takes a seat right next to him.

{{Tab}}Zora remains standing, taking one step back, her arms crossing loosely before her. Taciturn as usual, the Slavic Malkavian puts on her resting slav face.

{{Tab}}"I see!" Winder says to Azar. But her attention then turns to Irina. "And what do you know of this man?"

"That he likely joined the Anarchs or Sabbat some... 15 or 16 years ago when he and his kind were kicked out of the Camarilla and exterminated." From the sound of it Irina's not especially pleased about the incident.

Etienne stays quiet for now, though from time to time he shifts and preens just a touch beneath Sergio's attention. At the word caitiff he frowns suddenly and reaches into his coat to pull the mask out and slip it back on. As if to shield himself from the eyes of the Caitiff. It seems to not make any difference that the mask is, itself, a literal image of his face carved out of gold.

Mabel blinks at Lilena, then gives her a wide-mouthed grin. If her fangs were out, she'd look quite unnerving - as it is, being deathly pale, she's only slightly unnerving. She takes the drink and swirls it about, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "One more merlot, please." Then, with an idle shrug, she strolls towards Luna and cheerfully extends the beverage. "Your merlot, Primogen Demian." A tilt of her head, "what an interesting guest, don't you think?"

Lilena goes off to the drinks once more, this time she takes a little bit longer to come back. Perhpas she is asked to go away for privacy who knows. Soon she returns though with another drink. " Here you are. " She hands the drink to mabel once more.

Once more crossing her arms, Azar is utterly impassive as she listens to Irina's little report, notes Etienne's apparent surprise, and waits for the Prince to explain exactly what the meaning of this song and dance is.

Magnus remains quietly watching for the time being, allowing himself a fine German eyebrow arch as the identity of the esteemed 'guest' is announced.

== The Guess ==

{{Tab}}The man identified as Ward tenses in his chair, drawing in a psychosomatic breath. The eyes of the elders are on him, and Winder keeps her stare fixated on him, a hawk gauging precisely when to swoop in. Ward doesn't speak, but if looks could kill, he'd be turning Winder into a pillar of salt with Biblical fury. He levels that air slowly out.

{{Tab}}"Thank you, Mabel." Luna takes the glass offered by Mabel with the easy recognition of the pallid woman, and she swirls it about to amuse herself in pantomime of an actual tasting. Being a glass of blood (nobody look too hard in that kitchen), the liquid stains the sides of the glass, and she takes her drink of the warm, fresh "wine".

{{Tab}}Winder overlooks Lilena and the exchange of what is probably some poor ghoul's blood in the back. There's probably some dudes back there. Merlot, the type O vintage. Shiraz, the type B vintage. You get the picture. Some poor sonsabitches 'fulfilling drinks to order'.

{{Tab}}Winder notes Irina's report, but she does not comment on the Progrom of 2006 of which Irina speaks (page me if you don't know what that is). "Pavlova and LeFebvre have been keping me apprised of some odd goings-on lately. Who wants to guess which is the truth? Who wants to guess why Ward is here? We shall find out soon, but let's find a way to spend our time, stimulate the mind. A Minor Boon given to the one who can accurately appraise just what this man is here for, and where his allegiances lie. And then we shall move on."

Irina folds her arms over her chest and steps back, leaning against the wall with the faintest of sighs. From the look of her she has no intention of saying anything else, merely keeping an idle eye on the proceedings.

Minu turns her gaze slowly towards Azar. Slowly. She stares at her for a long moment, as if something unspoken was passing between them. Actually, no 'as if' about it. There was totally something unspoken there! This is a room full of Vampires. Unspoken stuff happens all the time.

She neatly folds her hands together in front of her once more, but otherwise remains nearly motionless. Stillness, thy name is Minu.

When Winder mentions a 'Minor Boon', Luna Demian's expression shifts. Some gears are turning, and whatever it is, Luna doesn't like it. No sir. But besides a hint of tension in her lips, she makes no move to express her displeasure. She leans towards Magnus. "Is this a Jake?" she murmurs, as she nudges the glass Magnus's way. "I'm getting a Caucasian boquet with some floral notes."

Etienne's expression is unreadable, stuck behind that solid gold mask but the attention he shifts to focus on the ghoul remains firm. "I could have him singing within an hour, given the opportunity to.. fully express myself." he says. Notably he doesn't actually move to do so, he merely states his ability to do it.

Magnus leans over to Luna, taking the glass briefly to smell the blood as if it were a fine wine, taking a tiny sip (assuming that was her intent), saying just as softly, "Perhaps. Perhaps a Brady, I'm getting a definite hint of trust fund at the finish." He returns the glass, glancing around the room, curious as to who will speak up first. Something tells him this is a curious set-up, as he elects to remain quiet and not attempt an answer.

"Why thank you, sweetie. Lily, yes?" After handing off the glass to Luna, Mabel pats Lilena on the head and recieves the second red beverage. Glancing to the ghoul, she gestures vaguely and says, "you know what I could use? Another merlot." This time however, she takes a sip, humming lightly at the flavor. "This is an excellent batch. Delish." She licks her lips as Lilena ostensibly scurries off for more refreshments. She swirls her glass some more at the announcement of an offered boon, gray eyes practically coming to life at that opportunity. Wandering over to the Caitiff, she frowns thoughtfully. She extends her glass of red to the vampire, just out of reach, to see how he might respond. "You must be starving, Mister Ward." She extends the glass again, "don't you want a little sip?" Her drink hand comes up, nails of the other pressing to her wrist, "or would you rather a sweeter vintage?"

Pressing her lips together, thinking, Azar turns the Prince's query over in her mind in her own particularly unhurried way. "Is he, I wonder, particularly fond of..." it's something of a struggle to get the word right," ... ser-ver racks?" She only briefly meets Minu's gaze.

Scarpia slinks in. He pauses at the door, seeming to switch from some intensity to a more casual, relaxed stance. He rolls his shoulders a bit, then smiles a rather wry smile.

"I trust that you do, my dear D'Orleans," Winder assures her Toreador, "And at the same time, it is -such- a delight to shake a gift on the night before Christmas and just /guess/ what's inside."

{{Tab}}As Scarpia slinks in, Katy gives him a silent smile and offers to take his coat.

{{Tab}}Ward's eyes flit to Mabel, his gaze striking her in an abrupt glare. "No. I'm not drinking any of your fucking blood." He narrows his eyes on Etienne. "Right, motherfucker," Ward goes on, and Winder would respond to Azar, but she's too busy watching Ward with a sort of Schadenfreude smirk, her teeth just a little too sharp as they show. "--Make me scream I dare you, I dare you to fucking blow open how much of a fuckup you are."

{{Tab}}"God is kinder to the silent," Zora warns, which is about seven more words than the Russian woman has said all month.

{{Tab}}"Well now! Did you have fun?" Winder asks. "Get it all out of your system?"

Magnus says idly, just loud enough to be heard across the table, to no one in particular, "The sheep bleats loudly."

Scarpia has left his hideous overcoat behind, and is dressed quite neatly in a charcoal suit, not fashionable enough to stand out, and not unfashionable enough to do so either. He shakes his head to Katy, smiles back in a friendly sort of way. He looks curiously towards the exchange between Etienne and Winder.

Etienne 's expression remains completely blank, the mask impassively staring across at the Caitiff as he rages. He's unmoving as he considers the man - and after a second those near him might hear a very faint chuckle emanating from him. It's cut off after that brief moment, and he's back to silent.

"So are we going to make him speak, or are we going to silence him? I may be getting mixed signals here." Irina says softly, to nobody in particular. She watches the man with dispassion, only briefly glancing elsewhere.

"What, ees making somebody talk zhe entertainment tonight?" asks Scarpia of nobody in particular.

Mabel shrugs her shoulders, not looking exactly displeased or even really surprised. She takes a sip of her drink and steps back, ignoring the Caitiff for the crowd. "Well, I tried." She stares dead-eyed at the vitriol-tossing captive, really more amused than anything. "I've heard you lot like to play games. It'll be fun watching you squeal some more. I'll be curious to see what the Ivory Tower comes up with." Sipping some more of her batch of human, she looks around and asks, "any other takers?" A shake of her head, "why silence him, when he has information to provide?" She purses her lips thoughtfully, "or is he more a practical lesson on how not to fuck with our Traditions?"

If Azar is amused at all by the goings on, she's doing a really good job of hiding it. Her attention drifts across from the caitiff, over to the Prince. Patient. Waiting. She feels no particular need to advertise how she would get information out of the pitiful Mr Ward.

{{Tab}}"I like shaking boxes, Mister Scarpia," Winder informs the Elder. "I like shaking boxes before I open them. I like the little kick of suspense and the guess to spice up my long life. But I already have my guess, if no one else wants to submit one. We will not be silencing him, I assure you. He will talk. A Minor Boon is on the table for the correct guess of what this suspected Sabbat, and suspected /Caitiff/ has been dragged in here for. Then we will find out who is the lucky winner."

Being late is just like being early, except it's the exact opposite and it makes you look super cool and classy - being on time is for nerds. Percival Delafontaine, 2021's Most Humble Man runner-up and cover model for 'Why Are Toreador Like This?' magazine does his best to slink in quickly. He's been here the whole time.

Scarpia puts his hands in his trouser pockets and looks at Ward thoughtfully.

Magnus looks over Azar's way, "Madame, may I borrow your ghoul for a moment? I find a desire to sample the Malbec tonight." He continues to shift his attention around the room, sizing up the Caitiff with a thoughtful look on his face.

Ward's dark eyes appraise the room. They turn towards the loggia. He narrows his eyes, just ever so slightly, and seems to be perhaps calculating if he can get away with busting out through the glass panes of the loggia doors.

Etienne glances around as the rest of the room save Azar refuses to guess, reaching up to remove his golden Etienne mask once more as he does, shaking his black curls out for a moment. He seems surprised, his eyes rolling up toward the ceiling dramatically. Then he sets the mask down beside him on a platform and says, "He was snooping around one of your holdings, Prince. Potentially as some sort of Sabbat or Anarch spy." Etienne says, making his guess.

Mabel offers another shrug, finally moving fully away from the man. To Winder, she notes, "what other reason besides Tradition? Isn't he here because, whether they like it or not, whether Sabbat or Camarilla or some other sect and whatever clan, we all need to remain cautious of what kind of shit we step in, or else we all could pay the price? That is my guess, Prince Winder. He breached our Traditions." With that, she moves back to Azar, sparing the briefest of glances to Sergio again, before she settles into the background.

Looking from Caitiff to Etienne to Mabel to the ceiling to... ooh, 'wine'. Percy has very little comment to make, surprisingly.

"Ees off-key," mutters Scarpia, a bit irritable in tone.

"As you wish," Azar tells Magnus, eyes still on the Prince. She really hopes Ward doesn't try to run. Clean up will be troublesome if she has to involve herself personally.

Minu's eyes turn towards Mabel for a moment. She observes her a moment. Then Etienne. Then Azar. Then back to Winder. Her hands fold together neatly one atop the other on the table. She remains so very, very still.

It probably took a lot of practice and staring at herself in the mirror to get that down. Thankfully she's not Lasombra or something.

Magnus gets his glass of "Malbec" eventually, sipping ever so carefully on it. Poor type B positive guy in the back's luck finally ran out. He barely acknowledges the ghoul beyond the slightest nod, reserving his thanks for Azar instead. Resuming his all quiet-like observation of Ward and the rest of the gathered folks, he waits for the inevitable shoe to drop.

== Sabbat Captive ==

{{Tab}}"God is kinder to the still," Zora says to Ward, setting a new personal record for most words said by Zora at court. She says it with a certain, warning conviction, quiet, just quiet enough.

{{Tab}}Meddling with the ser-vers. An example as a Breach of the Traditions. A Sabbat or Anarch Spy. The guesses roll in, and Winder leaves her station at the table. Zora's eyes follow the Prince, as do Camille's. Well, one of Camille's eyes follow the prince. #Nosferatu problems.

{{Tab}}Click, click. Winder moves up towards Ward, her pace slow. "Oh, do try it. But first, /tell me who you report to/."

{{Tab}}Ward, arrested by Winder's gaze, tries to wrench his jaw shut, and yet the compulsion drags it out: "I report to my /brothers/ of blood and kinship," he says, a blood-sweat starting to pink hi sbrow. "I report to those who prepare us for the Final Judgement. You're not getting a NAME, PRINCE."

"It might be nice to know just what this madman is accusing our Prince of. It might help track down his fellows... yes?" Irina says with an almost disinterested shrug of her shoulders, reaching into her matching clutch to fish around for something. A pack of cigarettes comes out, and a lighter. "Before we set him on fire at least. Am I allowed to smoke in here?"

"Brothers of blood and kinship," Percy says, finally sidling up beside Etienne, "Sounds like my last weekend in Manitoba." He bobs his eyebrows and folds his arms in front of himself after a moment and tilting a glance towards Irina, "Well, at least his wording will give us an indication of whether he's Sabbat. They're almost lyrical in the way they frame their bullshit."

"Mon Dieux." Etienne says quietly with a small shake of his head as the man finally speaks. He's watching the blood-sweat with a hawklike stare, his golden outfit reflecting the light with the small shifts in his posture. He looks aside at Percy and smirks faintly, offering a mild nod. "Sounds like he drank from a hippy early some evening." Then he looks back to Winder, Zora, and Ward.

Mabel stares intently at their 'guest', frowning deeply. She crosses one arm to hold the elbow of the other, swirling that blood wine. Now that Winder has risen to face the man, she doesn't dare intervene with even the distraction of an exhale. This is clearly an important matter, enough to draw the attention of the Court, enough to provoke Winder into action. Still, her nose wiggles, the scent of that blood-sweat wafting.

"Mm. It appears the rumours are to be believed," Azar comments. Across to Minu she glances, checking that the mere hint of blood-sweat hasn't set off the stoic warrior.

"So what?" says Scarpia, quietly. "What ees zhe bugger doing?" His gaze is sour.

Were it possible, Minu might even grown even *more* still at the blood-sweat. She is now staring directly at him, on the beads of sweat forming on his brow. Eyes locked. She remains ever so still beyond that shift, though.

...but the shift was there. She is absolutely locked in.

"My guess," Percy says with a small shrug, "our Prince suspects he works with turncoats among us. Wants him to expose them." He sniffs gently, doing his level best not to get all weird by the blood sweats. It happens to the best of us.

Magnus hmms to himself, allowing a mild amused smile at the man's fanaticism. "Huh. It has the voice of a fanatic. I wonder if it is our mysterious man behind the video camera who enjoys torturing and killing Kindred on live video."

{{Tab}}"He was in the Haight, he burnt the shit, security breach." Camille offers, her owlish eyes (well, one of them, anyway?) swiveling over to the Prince, but maybe (?) she's looking at Scarpia. Which eye is the dominant one? Who knows. If Camille yells 'pick that up' in those warrens, three sewer rats are probably gonna bend over.

{{Tab}}"Yes, Miss Rosu, tracking down his fellows is the next step," Winder says. She lifts a staying hand: "I would ask that you do not smoke indoors."

{{Tab}}Her attention remains on Ward. "If you are Sabbat, then you will show me the mark left by your Creation Rites," she says, with the same gravity as before. Ward doesn't really need any supernatural wheel-greasing, there. He's spitefully happy, and he bears a tattoo an his bottom lip, pulling it down, showing the ink of the Sword of Caine. He sticks out his tongue to flick it around in obscenity, forking his fingers. "Go on, kill me, cunt. You don't have the fucking balls."

{{Tab}}"How gauche, Caitiff. It is simply neither the time, nor the place. I have servants for business like that."

{{Tab}}At Magnus's speculation, Ward scoffs. "You fucking idiots are still wondering about that?!"

== Interrogation ==

"Easily faked." Irina says dispassionately as she puts her cigarettes away, though her expression is one of clear displeasure. "I believe this requires a more traditional interrogation. Perhaps with multiple participants, to ensure accuracy. I'm sure we have several experts at getting the truth from an unwilling subject in this very room."

"Ugh. Tatouage." Etienne says with a wrinkle of his nose and a small shake of his head. He glances to Irina and squints briefly then looks back over to Ward and the Prince. He's silent, one hand lifting up to rest atop his golden Etienne mask.

Magnus gives an amused smile at Ward at the response, glancing over at Luna, "I do not believe the party invitation mentioned live entertainment. What a lovely bonus."

{{Tab}}"I am satisfied, but by all means. Your due diligence is welcome, Elder." Winder relents, although she stands by. Zora turns her dead Slavic eyes over to the Prince, and then she about-faces, to head dutifully to Katy. Katy has been watching over a glass of the Malbec (poor Malbec). She frowns at it, about to reach in to pluck some lint from her glass, when she registers the unsettling presence of Zora looming. The eye contact is awkward on one end, and painfully intense on the other. Katy sets down her glass, and moves off to disappear into her little wheeled in coat-check rack.

{{Tab}}Luna shakes her head, a look of dissatisfaction haunting her features. She looks to Winder for a moment, then to Etienne, eyes on the gold-clad Toreador. Charles seems to read some note of the room and prods the woman with a questioning look that may bear a hint of amusement at her expense, for something that will inevitably come up given his expression, but hasn't yet. After weighing her words, she asides quietly to Magnus. "For some perspectives of lovely."

"He 'burnt the shit'," Azar inquires after Camille speaks, "I cannot say I am familiar. Would you enlighten me? There was a fire? Or is this another modern phrase I have yet to encounter?"

Mabel blinks over at Irina, bemused at the remark. "Are you suggesting he could be a scapegoat to get us all riled up at the wrong target?" Glancing at Camille, she says over to Azar, "so...it would appear this might indeed have something to do with these server racks?" There's a mixture of disappointment on her face to have seemingly got the guess wrong, and great interest to hear more about this breach.

Scarpia casts his glance to Azar, nods slightly, then moves to lean against a wall, not quite grimacing. "What about zhem?" he asks, looking at Mabel, voice still soft.

Magnus sips more of the delicious and nutritous Malbec, giving a slight nod of agreement to Luna, returning his attention to the Prince and Ward, watching and waiting. Always watching, always watching.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly." Irina says, raising her now empty hands in a 'oh no, not me' gesture. "I haven't gotten my hands dirty in well over a century. However, if you'd like a witness to the interrogation, I suppose I may be able to fill that role." Irina remarks to Winder with a faint nod before she turns her attention to Mabel. "The Sabbat, crude as they are, wouldn't bother with intrigue. They would have attacked us directly. Perhaps we could capture a few members of the Sabbat and see if they know him? It may be an excellent diversion for some of our more martially minded Kindred."

"This already beats court in San Diego," Percy says with a shake of his head, "Three hours of canasta." He tilts a glance Mabel's way and chuckles, "Thankfully we have enough indignation to spread around." Though when Irina speaks, he simply shakes his head and looks away. In a very disparaging manner, muttering, "Anyone that says 'our enemies wouldn't bother' doesn't get to tell us what our enemies are doing."

Mabel glances between Irina and Percy, listening to their opinions on the matter of a Sabbat machination. "Well, wherever his loyalties lie, it's clearly not to decency, with that squealing mouth of his." A small shrug, "I could assist in the interrogation, but I'm nowhere near the ideal torturer. Nevermind going out and turning the town red." A shake of her head, "no. If you want me finding information, I'm your woman, but I'm no fighter. Too messy." A snort at Percy, "I'm so sorry for you. Thankfully, we have yet to play canasta. On the other hand, I'm sure we could come up with more creative house rules..." She glances towards Ward with a hungry glimmer in her dead eyes.

== Pulling Station ==

"I am not certain that you understand what you've witnessed." Etienne replies as Irina finishes speaking. "You're looking for more when there's already a big enough plot here. The Sabbat use guile as frequently as any other group." He just shakes his head again and says. "We have no need to kidnap any Sabbat and try to pump them for information, we have one of them here. If you're incapable of making him talk, drop the pretension and allow the Prince to continue her work."
:is still staring at the Caitiff.

There's the very, very slightest twitch of an eyebrow.

She then, *FINALLY* tears her gaze away to observe the interaction between Etienne and Irina. There is a pause, but she again says nothing. Nothing at all. You were all warned she was fun at parties. Well, some of you were, anyway.

"While you are not required to follow my commands, you would be advised to at the very least hold to the minimum of decorum and restraint required by the Camarilla. Consider yourself warned." And then Etienne is speaking and Irina manages the faintest of frowns. "Or perhaps this isn't Prince Winder's Court? Because I do not believe you would speak so vulgarly to an Elder in her presence." The woman replies to Etienne.

Etienne's posture straightens a touch as he listens to Irina speak, shaking his head once sharply. His eyes narrow a touch as he watches her. Then he lifts his mask carefully and slips it onto his face. He straightens even further and then stills, that faintly smiling golden mask of his own face somehow still radiating displeasure.

{{Tab}}Percy's quip draws the attention of the old guard. That is, the primogen. His elders. Irina, however, apparently needs no help asserting her station over the witful man in the ivory tower, and the Ancilla receives his public reproach.

{{Tab}}"Percy," Toreador Primogen Charles Pang finally speaks (he's pretty wrapped up in that gold mask). "Represent your Clan as one with couth." It seems he has seconded the motion of the Elder.

{{Tab}}Ward starts laughing as Etienne contradicts Irina in defense of the Prince. Absolutely laughing. "Ahhh! I'm so glad I left this bullshit behind! Are you gonna put a bullet in my head or WHAT, you pussies!?" He lifts his hands, and starts wiggling his fingers. "Ooh, but it's ELYSIUM, isn't it! Can't Break The RULES!"

Scarpia says, in response to Ward, "I theenk no." He doesn't seem to expect the fellow to be listening to him, though. He jerks his head to the left sharply, a little tic movement.

"If this was not the Camarilla I would have lit you on fire already. You're welcome." Irina says capriciously towards Ward, the normally recalcitrant Elder already far more talkative tonight than she has been known to be. "However, should Prince Winder wish it?" She looks towards Winder then, expectantly, giving a faint wiggle of her fingers.

Tilting a look towards Charlie P, Percy offers a small incline of the head, "Of course, my Primogen. I apologise, to you, for bringing such shame." Pause. "My eagerness leaps ahead of my sense." Note that he didn't apologise to Irina for being a dick. He casts a side-long look at the Golden Mask, but falls silent.

"I believe this will be the part where he tells us he does not fear the flame," remarks Minu, quietly, her first words all night, undercutting, hopefully, the bravado she seems to suspect that will be next on offer.

And then she's back to staring at Ward.

Magnus watches the back and forth with an expression of mild curiosity, glancing over at Luna, nudging his own glass, "If you care to sample ... the Malbec tonight has a definite note of hospitality service. A hotel concierge, I would venture." He hasn't budged from the original chair he sat down in all night.

{{Tab}}Ward may very well have heard Scarpia, because his laugh seems to shift in tone, invigorated or encouraged. In fact, he starts to get up.

{{Tab}}"/Shut up/ boy!" Winder hisses at Ward, and with that icy gaze she wills him back into his seat. Her voice carries the same power when she tells him, "/You will speak when you are spoken to/!"

{{Tab}}She relents, once he quiets, amid the sound of Percy's ambiguous apology. Pang does not look pleased. "And you will apologize to Miss Irina Rosu, your elder, unless you believe perhaps that demonstrating your regret through action is a better path forward, Ancilla."

{{Tab}}Luna takes that Malbec and she fuckign samples it, alright. "Ask Miss Rosu if she could bring it to the Floor, would you?" She asks Magnus.

{{Tab}}As for what 'burnt' meant, that question seems to have been missed, for now, in the momentary chaos.

{{Tab}} Winder turns to speak to Etienne, and in that moment, Ward finds his opportunity. Can't speak? Fine! His body lurches, and he starts to lunge out of that chair. Zora had left his side, and while Camille is nearby, who knows where she's looking. Mabel is in his way.

Mabel rolls her eyes at Ward, gesturing with her near-empty glass of Malbec, "there he goes off again with his desperate inanities. Perhaps we should just stuff his mouth with an apple to complete the picture?" Finishing her drink, she hands it off to the nearest servant and waves for another. By then however, Ward rises from his seat and seems ready to flee. She snaps in a shriek, "Manuel Ward, you sniveling pig!" She steps in front of him and stares into his eyes, as her own suddenly go golden. Any whom look into those aureate orbs still and freeze, suddenly incapable of movement. The mesmerizing mystique of her gaze demands attention, and grips onlookers in a paralyzing hold. Still, she tries to level her stare at Ward alone, hoping not to cause any kind of friendly fire in her efforts to keep their guest in place. Striding forward, she presses gently at his chest, urging him back to his chair so she might climb on his lap and keep him locked right there. "You're not going anywhere, sweet thing."

Magnus starts to attempt to get Irina's attention, pausing for a moment to see if Ward's attempt to be an idiot succeeded. Seeing things well under control, he returns his attention back to Irina, "Your pardon, Miss Rosu. Might we trouble you to retrieve the Malbec from the storeroom? Madame Demian wishes to inspect the bottle."

Etienne's masked face has been locked on the Prince and Ward, and as the man lunges Etienne's chin lifts like he's about to speak. And then Mabel is sliding in between his view of Ward and flashing her eyes gold and snakey. His expression remains unreadable - because, you know, gleaming golden mask - but he leans slightly forward to watch and see where this goes.

Momentarily... put off by the outburst from Sabbatical Sam over there, Percy furrows his brow but soon returns to his regular level of composure. Or at least composed enough to return his attention to Charles Pang, "Actions do speak louder than words, Primogen. And I fear that I may be too easily misunderstood were I to simply offer apology..." His smile is that of a person that knows better, but isn't smart enough to care. "Thus I hereby and henceforth, et cetera, et cetera, offer a minor boon to Miss Rosu."

Magnus glances over at Irina once the mild commotion is over. For really reals this time. He'd still probably rather just bring the Malbec out, but, hey, orders are orders. "Pardon, Madame Rosu. Now that it is more settled, might you bring ... that ... (he nods to Ward) over to the floor, please? I believe Madame Demian wishes to inspect the thing."
:sighs, says, "Ees anybody e'en remembering to /bring/ a bullet?" He looks around the room.

Irina fingers her clutch idly, no doubt thinking about the pack of cigarettes within before she steps away from the wall, towards the middle of the room. "It looks as though someone else already has the matter in hand." She remarks towards Magnus with a polite nod before she continues over to Ward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Come, bring him to the center of the room. It is time for him to meet the flame." She says it softly, for both the prisoner and Mabel to hear. "A curious night, when the Roses prove to be the most vulgar and... nontraditional clans show the most loyalty."

Azar doesn't move a muscle when Ward makes his little escape attempt. And as everyone else bends over backwards to show off how much fire they can produce, how respectable they are, how terrifying they can be, how willing they are to kill Ward or show off their powers she just sits there, looking across at the Prince. "Now what?"

Magnus will stand and offer to go all 19th century politeness and pull back Luna's seat, if she decides to get up and head over to It (tm).

{{Tab}}Those eyes! Ward gets a front row seat, and from one moment he goes from trying to tear his way through Mabel, to freezing in hypnotized horror. He is easily pushed back into his seat, and he remains in a spell, staring at the pallid woman.

{{Tab}}As he calms, Percy delivers his ... interestingly worded, boon before those here. "This boon you will owe," Pang says, annoyance and warning in his tone. He looks to Irina. "Miss Rosu, Mister DeLafontaine is finding new ways to express himself. He will one day age out of this phase. In the meantime, I'm sure he understands that doubling down will only incur more debts. He does have his pride, but he also has his sense, and he will extend another gesture of courtesy to you soon."

{{Tab}}"Miss Rosu," Luna says, inclining her head, "I appreciate your swiftness. I would ask that we perhaps do it in a less esteemed location. I have a place tempered for such a task, I would happily invite you."

Mabel still remains on Ward's lap while people talk around her, eyes hypnotic in all their golden glory. "It would be best nobody meets my gaze, if it pleases. Sorry for the intrusion. I didn't much care for him to leave so early. Not before we learned everything we could, and then had him join in on one final game..." She gingerly takes his hand and slides off his lap, urging him to his feet with as gentle a firmness as possible. If she can manage this, she does as Irina asks, holding his hand as she brings him to the room's center. "Not to impose my opinion or anything, but should we really set him alight? My Beast is already squirming at the prospect, and I wouldn't want to risk burning down the building for such a man..."

"Perhaps I was hasty." Irina says to Mabel with a light nod before she looks towards Luna and the other assembled leaders of the Praxis. "Apologies, I did not wish to make a mess." Then she looks to Percy and... "I would not accept a boon delivered with vulgarity otherwise, however Primogen Pang is a Kindred worthy of respect. So I do it as a gesture of trust that his guidance of you will prove fruitful. I accept the boon." She says rather blandly, releasing her grip on Ward's shoulder. "If you wish for me to dispose of him later, I can. However it may be more suitable to allow one of the others the opportunity to show their backbone. Perhaps our gilded friend and Mister... DeLaFontaine, was it? Perhaps they could be supplied with weapons and given the honor of disposing of the Caitiff."

== Off For Interrogation ==

{{Tab}}"Not here." Winder's voice makes that executive decision. No fire in the war memorial. "Farhad, if you would." Farhad takes point and gets up. He calls toward the back. "Gene!" Where Lilena had vanished. Maybe Lilena became the Shiraz. who knows! But Gene appears from the back where the blood wine had come from, looking a little pallid, but he's here, in his business casual, with the keys.

{{Tab}}Charles is next to have Winder's attention. "Luna. Michelle D'Orleans was right."

{{Tab}}Oh, but how she rues this. She procrastinates, her attention on Irina instead. She gives the woman a gracious smile as she rises. "A brilliant idea, Miss Rosu. I believe Gene is getting the car around?" Indeed, Gene The Ghoul is, regardless of how fit he is to drive, because off he goes.

{{Tab}}Now. Luna turns her eyes to Etienne. Oh, but those few seconds just weren't even a blink of an eye in the eternal timeline of those damned to immortality. A little click sound escapes her as she parts her lips, and then she says to Winder, "Go ahead."

{{Tab}}"D'Orleans," Winder says. "It seems you win tonight's prize. Miss Luna was in my debt, and now I transfer it to you.

Etienne's mask is removed once more so that he can smile, beatifically, at Winder. A small tilt of his head his given to the woman before he looks aside and over to Luna. "A pleasure, Madamoiselle Demian." And his eyes shift back to Winder, "Very gracious of you, Prince." His mask is, once again, tucked into his overwrought mink-cemetary coat. Then he's approached by a thin hispanic man who speaks to him quietly and he lowers his head into a small nod before turning to go.

Furrowing her brow slightly when Irina uses the word 'backbone', Azar continues her campaign of inaction, only breaking form to offer Etienne a congratulatory nod of her head.

Magnus remains stoic throughout the remainder of the goings on, certainly not appearing to have any interest goingng all fire and shotguns to Ward. He gives a little Look with a capital L to Luna, but says nothing.

Mabel nods briefly to Irina, "I am happy to lead our little cattle wherever we wish it. I would only humbly advise waiting to harm him when we locate the proper time and place. I can keep him docile until then. Perhaps the two you refer to could do the honors of disposal in the back with the rest of our vintage?" She still holds the Caitiff's hand like they were close friends. Her golden gaze gleams with anticipation, slowly bringing Ward around to follow where directed. Thankfully, she apparently doesn't even need to look where she's going, as her preternatural senses allow for weaving through the Green Room and its occupants with ease.

When Ward made his move, Minu was ready -- but even as speedy as she might be, she doesn't beat a mere *look* from someone else. She was up out of her seat, but then she stops to slowly return to it, observing Mabel, observing ward. She says nothing else, yet agaiun, and then she's back down.

Once again still, hands folded on her lap, a sword back in its sheath so to speak. Is that an almost look of disappointment on her face? Almost.

It seems Percy is learning. He says nothing, looks at nobody, doesn't even roll his eyes. He certainly looks like he *wants* to, but he doesn't. He's a good boy.

Luna departs with Magnus and Mabel, out of the Green Room and to the Memorial Court. "I have to have someone sort this nonsense out," Winder says, to the room. "Thank you all for coming. The Green Room is shut down into the early hours, you should be able to speak here for the rest of the night, unimpeded." She, too, is out, with Farhad.
:stays right where he is, at least for a time, smiling very faintly.

With others filtering out, Azar leans back in her chair and looks up at the ceiling for several long moments. "Any thoughts on that, you would share?" The question is directed at Scarpia and anyone else left in the room.

Scarpia makes a wry face, says, "On our guest? I am wondering why anybody ees wanting to make thees trouble een such a way."

Irina is already making for the door once people have been released. She stops there and nods politely to those present before she too disappears into the night.

"Mm. It all seems rather purposeless, does it not?" Azar unfolds her crossed arms and rests them on the table, idly tapping with one finger. "I suppose these things do happen, however."

There's a subtle shrug of Minu's shoulders in Scarpia's directions, as if to say 'who knows'. "The usual, I presume," she addresses him. She rises up to her feet and moves to stand behind Azar, directly. No doubt for her protection... not that she likely needs it. Still, it's the thought that counts.

"Eh, si," says Scarpia. "Eet does. But what am I knowing? I am mad as a spoon, or whatever ees people are mad as now. I am no entirely certain any evidence was presented, eh?"

Soon after, Percy also departs. He's gonna go sit in his room to think about what he's done. By room I mean mansion. And by 'think about what he's done' I mean get blitzed out of his mind on all the drugs. Maybe.

"If Etienne was correct, and they found him at the scene of the crime, that in itself is a certain degree of evidence, I should think. Not that such things strictly matter to many," Azar replies.

"What, zhey are keeping him so long?" asks Scarpia. He stops leaning on the wall and starts to look around the place as things clear out.

"Showmanship," Azar comments. "Showmanship that was clearly appreciated." Her voice is steady, neutral. It isn't clear from her tone alone how she feels at the minute.

Scarpia makes a disgusted face. It's brief, and soundless.

"Have you heard anything of note or interest lately," Azar asks, shifting the topic. "Especially if it pertains to the ser-vers I mentioned earlier in the night. I cannot help but think that matter was suspicious."

"What are zhey?" asks Scarpia, looking at her consideringly.

Azar shakes her head, shrugging. "I cannot say, save for the fact some were apparently stolen from Lucky Boar Studio lately. The same Lucky Boar Studio of that one cyber video."

Scarpia smiles at that. He says, "That ees seeming fortunate. I am no understanding theengs cyber at all, zhough. What would you do weeth such a thing?"

"With a ser-ver? That question is best directed at Qurabi, I am as enlightened as yourself when it comes to such things. Were I to make a mere guess, I would say that it may be some manner of machine to very politely provide an item or service-" Azar pauses - "however I loathe guessing."

Scarpia shrugs, "Maybe I am better ask heem about eet, then," he says. "I am no seeing heem in some time now. Ees all well?"

"Mm. Indeed. I saw him at the usual Salon just recently. He seemed to be in good spirits there, at least. Busy with work and enjoying every minute of it, as ever," Azar replies.

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Logs:Hunters Strike Folsom

2022-01-21T18:27:08Z

Khoi:

There are multiple cars at the Legion of Honor's parking lot. Those who arrive are escorted by Tsui, a security guard who those who have come to the Legion of Honor have seen before, but he is not alone: Camille LeFebvre's unimstakeable (and unfortunate) countenance also awaits at the door, alongside Zora Pavlova.

Camille's wearing her Mask. She has a tendency to wear many faces, but all of them are unfortunate, finished off by ever-present white gloves. Tonight her stringy grey hair makes its way to her shoulders in a blunt cut, and her bright blue eyes hide behind a pair of thick glasses whose heavy frames speak of the seventies.

Zora is there, with her aura of quiet intensity and too-observant eyes that fixate on things for just a moment too long. She's dressed business-casual in flats matched to the belt holding her dark slacks against her waist with a linen blouse and tasteful but simple jewelry. Her pale white-blonde hair is pulled back into a tight, braided bun.

Whether by their buzz-cut, mid-30s security guard, Tsui, or by the Sheriff or the Primogen, the members of the Praxis are welcomed and escorted through the austere, cathedralesque atrium, beyond the grand entrance and past thousands of artworks spanning millenniae: Rembrandt and Gainsborough, Renoir and Pisarro, Braque and Picasso, into the indulgent portal to Paris.

The rest of the Camarilla awaits here, in a tense sort of silence, among them of course Prince Winder, the Tremere Regent, and the seneschal.
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Royce stands off by himself, wearing his Aggies hat, a white t-shirt, blue jeans with a silver belt buckle, and Timberland boots. His hideous orcish features likely don't endear him to many in the room. He's still here, all the same.
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Phillip du Valmont enters the Elysium at an appointed time, about ten minutes before the actual Court is about to begin. Dressed in a fine, custom-tailored suit, the man's appearance is what might easily defined as impeccable or immaculate. Those who know him to be of Clan Brujah might be a bit shocked to see a member of the Rabble dressed in such a manner. His Clanmates most of all.
One would also notice that he is not alone. Willow walks on his arm, the two of them the very picture of modern elegance. What someone might call a 'very handsome couple'. The Frenchman seems to be a natural in this Neo-Classical Parisian paradise. Like a fish in water, as the saying goes. There is art here, so he lingers with his partner to observe some of it with a careful eye and a smile.
As Court moves to start, he escorts Willow to one if the seats near the rear of the layout. After all, both of them are very new to San Francisco and have no status or presumption to sit anywhere closer than nearer the back. He waits till she sits, then unbuttons his coat and joins her.

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As the kindred get settled, a few extra faces are here: full of the blush of life, standing towards the back and by the doors, these must be ghouls who are to be seen, not heard, and they appear armed, numbering four total.

Toreadors Katy Cox and Charles Pang are here.
Camille and Royce appear to be the only Nosferatu.
Sergio is here, but of course he is, wearina smile that gives him an optimistic sort of energy despite the tension. Zora, Farhad, and Luna are in attendance.

"I declare Elysium," Prince Winder annouces. Despite the smoky eye and blush that compliments her face and lends her large, green eyes a girlish sense of innocence, that facade burns away when she moves: something about her simply cannot be softened.

"Ladies and gentlemen of my Court, I urge you to look to the security of your havens and petition me for any assistance you may need in seeing to it. Two nights ago, our Rack in Folsom was attacked." Her eyes move to strike Phillip with her scrutiny, her gaze reaching acroooooss the room (into his milkshake). "By vampire hunters ostensibly set out for one of the Anarchs."
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Scarpia wears his neat suit and soft-soled moccasins that make his tread nearly silent. He's got that creepy Furby-caterpillar thing on his shoulders and carries a wooden boxy thing under his arm. When he takes a chair he sets it on the side-table and it becomes more clear what it is -- that little baby-sized toy piano. The pink paint is gone, though. Underneath it's inexpensive white birchwood, but it's got a high-sheen French-polished lacquer on it, giving it a honey-tinge. Along its legs and sides there are now vines of gold-leaf bearing tiny leaves of inlaid green aventurine and pink quartz rosebuds. It's beautiful. Scarpia starts to play it, making the little metal bar chimes inside produce a sparkling little arrangement of the Overture from 'The Marriage of Figaro.' He stops when Winder speaks.
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Willow walks quietly along at Phillip's side, smiling softly as they stop and look to the pieces of art on their way in. As he picks their seats in the back she settles in and runs her hands over the back of her skirt to settle it into place as she sits down. Her hand rests comfortably on his leg as he gets 'comfortable' in his seat and her attention goes to the front to focus as Court is called to order. The news has her glancing to Phillip, and a soft frown creasing her brow.
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Phillip settles into his seat and slides one leg over the over. His eyes drift to the Prince as she calls Elysium. The announcement about the hunters draws a slow nod from him. Winder's look toward him has the Brujah meet her gaze evenly for only a moment of acknowledgement, then a bow of his head and aversion of that gaze to show his respect for her station. A glance at Willow has him catching sight of that furrow of her brow. He shrugs his shoulders and smiles a bit to the Toreador.
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Royce looks up at the Prince as she speaks, his unblinking, creepy eyes staring like a clammy wax doll. He unnaturally turns his body at the waist to look over to Scarpia for a moment, then back to Winder. The only other he seems to look at for more than a passing glance is Phillip.
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A glance is exchanged between Farhad and Winder, in which Farhad nods to the other. She then looks back to Phillip and his accompaniment, before her eyes drift off toward Scarpia and his small piano. Finally, to Sergio, who jerks a thumb in Phillip's direction and flashes her a smile. "Him indeed, your Highness, I'll happily introduce you after business," he says.

Winder looks back to Phillip. "It is my understanding that these hunters were intercepted by some members of our Praxis." It's a question.
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Scarpia softly closes the key cover on the lovely little piano and folds his hands one over the other.
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Phillip waits until he has been directly addressed by the Prince and then pushes himself gracefully to his feet. There is a pause as he looks around the Court and the assembled, "Is is at you say, My Prince."
He continues in a smooth, richly-accented voice, "I saw an individual come under attack by group of well-armed, well-organized individuals. When I saw the crossbow, my thought was that they might be hunters. I interceded into the conflict in the hopes of disrupting their attack and taking a prisoner that could later be interrogated for more information."
The Frenchman looks toward Farhad, giving the Seneschal a nod, "I was able to capture one of these individuals, escape without being noticed, and turn them over to the Seneschal. We parted ways and I took extra precautions to ensure that I was not followed. I was also careful to restrict my usage of obvious abilities so that, in the dark, they might think me no more than a good Samaritan."
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Of all people, the Nosferatu speaks next. "Uh, yeah, I was there too," Royce says, his low, slow North Texas drawl sounding entirely out of place here. "Happenstance, really. When I realized what was going on, I grabbed one of the hunters, subdued him, and brought him back for interrogation but uh, I believe he poisoned himself shortly after capture. I made sure no one got a good look at me when I jumped the guy."
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Willow folds her hands in her lap and watches Phillip as he stands. She listens curiously, but keeps quiet, a rather somber look taking up residence on her face.
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Scarpia stays quite still, silent.
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Kyle Cooper has decided to finally dirty his wingtips in this establishment. A face largely unfamiliar to the Praxis, but one that rings bells to Winder and Zora, is Kyle Cooper's. Although Kyle Cooper is not very tall, he nevertheless commands a confident presence that lends him a different sort of height. A White man, of maybe some Italian descent, with his dark, straight hair trimmed to short back and sides. He's all business, and his Italian cut suits are the sort with hand-stitching tailored exactly for him.

He arrived late, and he doesn't interrupt, as he files in by the door to just stand, as Phillip gives his account.

Following is Gonzalo Lopez, the rarely seen Anarch baron, his long curly hair up in a ponytail, with black leather snakeskin boots and a blazer dressing up his jeans and button up. That, and Tiny Toe Tracy, who looks like a forty year old who looks like a fifty year old who looks good for her age, but more on her later: the point is, the Anarchs are here, fashionably late. Gonzalo and Tracy file in next to Kyle, and when they do, Winder lofts a half-annoyed brow, but elects not to comment on the tardiness of the Anarchs.

Winder looks now to Royce, when he speaks up. Listens. Files it away. She notably does not ask about the hunter that Phillip mentions capturing: she must be familiar with that detail, given how impassively she takes in the detail. Zora, however, seems to think that Royce's contribution is news, because she looks right at him.

"Cyanide pills," Farhad volunteers, two fingers raised to petition the permission to speak while he says it. "Camille and I had gotten wind from the other Nosferatu that the Sabbat dealt with a hunter who had cyanide. It seems we have a large group of hunters, and they are likeliest to be the ones who kidnapped some of their own. We have not really been on the helm of that search party because it was never our concern to dig up missing Sabbat, but seems they are going nowhere, these hunters. Where is the body?" He asks Royce.
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Royce sees the Anarchs enter, and noting their presence, he then turns back to Farhad. "Skeletonized by vermin," he says, "Deep in the Warrens. Soon there won't even be teeth left."
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The Brujah looks toward Royce as the Nosferatu speaks up. He observes him for a long moment, then gives the Sewer Rat a nod of acknowledgement. Nice to put a face to the thing he saw skulking about that night out of the corner of his eye. Philip remains standing, his hands behind his back as his gaze drifts back toward the Seneschal and the Prince. Clearly he is waiting to be dismissed by them.
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Those present file away Royce's report. Winder's face lets a faint frown escape her facade of nonexpression.

Zora objects to the notion that they're no t at the 'helm' of the search party. "I have asked for assistance in locating the missing vampires even though they are not our own because they will lead us to the threat that we share the burden of." She turns her attention to Scarpia. "Have you been able to find anything?"
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Scarpia comes into motion to look at Zora, says, "Almost certain so. I look again, ees perhaps better some company." He offers a flicker of a smile.
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"You were looking for a place for the monsieur to fit in," Zora prompts Farhad, her wielding of the word 'monsieur' rather uh, un-wieldy, but she tosses her gaze Phillip's way.

Winder speaks over the conversation, as fits her, and so Zora falls silent. She speaks to Royce: "Where are the bones, the remains? The things that he had on him."
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Scarpia looks over to Farhad, then at Phillip, mild curiosity on his gaunt face.
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"I stashed his equipment, as well as the medallion each of the Hunters seemed to have," Royce replies promptly, if unhurriedly. "I can go fish it all up, and the bones, too."
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With a discipline that seems to reflect some kind of military or etiquette training, Phillip remains stark still, his posture erect, his eyes attentive. As he exchanges fly back and forth, he just listens, noting all the speakers, what they say, their body posture, and their tone. When Zora mentions Monsieur, his eyes move to the Sheriff and he offers her a bow, saying, "If I am needed, I am at the Praxis' disposal, Sheriff." He glances toward Willow, as if to give her that brief window to also interject her desire to 'fit in' someplace as well. The Brujah then grows quiet once again.
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Scarpia looks at Royce, inquires, "Anytheeng good?" with raised brows, a friendly tone.
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"We've got it," Gonzalo speaks up, from his spot at the door, on the subject of Royce 'fishing' up the bones. "I'll send the stuff to you." Gonzalo's dark eyes seek out Royce for a moment from across the room.

As Winder has gotten back to speaking, when Phillip puts himself to the Praxis's disposal, Zora simply nods, ostensibly to try to hook them up at a later time.
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Willow tilts her head a little as she watches Phillip, a small smile as he looks her way. She nods and rises to stand briefly, bowing towards the seated Court, "As am I, as always, eager and willing to assist the Praxis how I may." Standing next to the Brujah to echo his offer of service.
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Royce looks back to Gonzalo and nods, not contradicting him. He turns to Scarpia and grins a horrible, nasty orcish grin. "A kinda cool knife," he replies.
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Winder's eyes follow the discussion between parties, deciding not to direct it, whether to rush it along or quiet anybody. It's uncharacteristic of her, but she does it. "Very well then. A new Rack is designated in the Castro, along Castro itself along Market Street, from Starbelly southwest towards Castro and Market, and then down as south as nineteenth," she announces. "If there are those who have amenities or services to volunteer, or questions to ask in light of these announcements, then let them be spoken here, or else we shall meet our two new members." She looks to Willow as she says the latter, and flashers her a tight, brief smile.
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"I am wondering," says Scarpia, "Who ees paid a visit to some along San Bruno Avenue?" He looks around the room.
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"San Bruno is not familiar," Farhad answers, after some quiet looking between one another on behalf of those snooty gathered en-pee-seas. "Why do ask, mister Scarpia?"
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Phillip focuses on Prince Winder as she announces the new Rack in the Castro. A faint nod of his head that acknowledges it is then followed by a glance around to see if anyone has anything to add to the declaration. In preparation for stepping forward before the court properly, the Frenchman buttons his jacket and looks down to Willow. Clearly they are the two new members to be introduced. Scarpia's question draws a glance from Phillip, eyebrow arched curiously as he listens to him speak.
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Scarpia shrugs, which wakes up his creepy Furby-pillar thing and makes it do a terrifying cute Furby yawn and blink. "Ees associated weeth theese fellows, and so I am curious what ees taken wheen, what have they say, house selectively robbed."
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Willow remains standing, giving Phillip a smile as gets ready to go up in front of the Court. She murmurs softly, reaching up to run her hand across his shoulders to help settle his coat back into place, a gentle flick and tug of material. Then she waits, looking back as the conversation goes on.
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It seems that Winder had mostly moved on to the matter of introductions, but the detail that Scarpia volunteers into the conversational space snags her attention, and that of her company. "What is the nature of the connection?"
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Scarpia smiles, says, "I am no confirming zhees precise address, but ees seeming, mmm, synchronicity eef ees three doors down from where hunters are meeting from time to time, een ones and twos."
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Winder arches a finely plucked brow at this, and Farhad and Luna are not the only ones to also look onto Scarpia with interest. "What is the nature of the connection?" She repeats. Then she clarifies: "What is the basis of this knowledge?"
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Scarpia raises his brows, says, "I am a Knight of the Moon, my Prince. Deed no one of yours survive long enou' to answer questions?"
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Zora's eyes turn to Scarpia, as does much of the attention of those gathered: Luna, Farhad, and so on. Kyle, Tracy, and Gonzalo are keeping quiet, just watching.

"Your clan is not an answer to my question," Winder informs Scarpia. "Inspiration that you get derives from a source, be it someone's mind, a particular psychic impression, and so on. Please do not make me ask a third time."
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Scarpia bows his head, "I am given a chance to ask one of zhem," he replies, "So I am askeeng a few theengs before ees dead."
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Phillip just sort of remains there as the Prince continues to speak to Scarpia. His face, normally fairly even and placid, has grown creased with some mild concern. He half looks stuck in that awkward state of wanting to remain standing for future introductions but clearly not having expected an exchange like this to have gone on so long and be of quite such a level of intensity.
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Scarpia is clearly one of those people who just makes things go weird and wrong. This is confirmed when his Furby-thing says, "Dah-no-lah!" and waggles its fluffy ears up and down mechanically, wobbling in some spastic Furby dance of hidden electric motors and plastic gears.
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Willow smiles softly, reaching out to rest her hand against his back again. She seems fine standing as long as it takes, looking to the Brujah next to her as the conversation goes on. A glance is cast over towards Scarpia, her head tilting a bit and a small furrow crossing her brow. Then she's leaning against Phillip's side lightly.
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The weird furby starting to animate and make its childhood scarring noises causes Luna to straighten up in the face of such witchcraft. Winder too has her turn staring at the toy in some disdain, a touch of tension and mild disgust passing briefly over her features. She seems temporarily apeased by the answer, although it clearly raises further questions.

Nevertheless, she does not keep Willow and Phillip waiting. She looks over to the couple. "We have two new members of the Praxis, I see."

Such is Sergio's cue to animate, and he rises from his seat. "Yes, your Highness, these two here had asked me to arrange a meeting but circumstances made such an abrupt gathering here, that I had yet to write you." He moves over to get closer to the couple. "These are Mr. and Mrs. de Valmont."
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Scarpia says quietly, "Gufo, sleep," and the creepy toy falls silent, eyes shutting and ears drooping. The little man turns quiet attention to the introductions.
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Phillip is already standing with Willow, so it is easy for him to step out of his seat and then, with her, approach the Prince of San Francisco. The Frenchman settles into place before her with Willow and then offers the Ventrue a deep bow of respect. A glance to Sergio and he gives a nod as well, of thanks. To Prince Winder, he says, "I am Phillip du Valmont, My Prince, of Clan Brujah. I am most recently arrived from San Diego and am known to Prince Kearney. Before that, I was a member of Prince Francois Villon's Court in Paris for many years. I have been a loyal and remain a loyal servant of the Camarilla." There is a faint pause as he rises, continuing to speak clearly and confidently, "In accordance with the Fifth Tradition, I formally request permission to feed and make a residence in your Domain." His words over, the European grows quiet and awaits the Prince's reply.
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Willow follows up with Phillip, waiting at his side as he introduces himself. She lowers into a curtsy, then back up to introduce herself as well. Her accent is less European and more good ol' New Orleans French Creole. "I am Willow du Valmont, of Clan Toreador and the Camarilla, Your Grace. I am also most recently from San Diego and Prince Kearney's Court, and seek permission to remain and call San Francisco my home." She folds her hands in front of her and smiles, looking back towards the Prince.
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Winder stands where she is by the hearth, tall in those Louboutins stilettos which could stab a man. Her eyes appraise Phillip and Willow in methodical turn. She dips her head a touch as she hears the Brujah's name, listening, a spark in her eyes when she hears Prince Villon. "Are you truly, now," she comments.

Next is Willow, and a sharp smile bleeds across her maraschino red lips. "Willow du Valmont," she repeats. "And please," she says, a hand waving as she hears 'your Grace', its arc nearly cutting, "Your Highness is just fine." That smile remains firmly in place: the title, apparently, is no suggestion.

"Permission granted, I heard about Phillip from Farhad and in passing from Mr. DeSantis, it seems that it may be fitting for you two to speak to Mr. Scarpia about this house."
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"Merci, Your Highness," Phillip bows his head to the Ventrue Prince. The comment on Villon is left on the table as, well, a spark can be a good or a bad thing and curiosity in Court can be fatal.
The Brujah looks over his shoulder back in Scarpia's direction. He stares at him for a few moments. Him that that plush mechanical worm on his shoulder. Still, he manages to smile, albeit thinly, and then look back to Winder, where he nods, "It shall be done as you command, My Prince."
One thing that anyone who observes him would notice is that, for a Brujah, he is quite polite and, even more interesting, compliant. Perhaps it is a European thing. There are always rumors of the savagery of the Elder Princes there and that many have an incredibly low tolerance for the bullshit that so many American Brujah, particularly Californian Brujah, tend to spill in Court.
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Scarpia smiles back at Phillip, agreeably.
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Willow inclines her head to Winder, "Of course Your Highness." Taking to the prefered title without batting an eyelash. She looks over towards Scarpia again, then back, nodding. "As you wish." But she means it, not like that Westley fellow as he rolled down the cliff.
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That wormy Furby... Thing, is still getting a stare from the likes of Luna and Camille, the both of which regard it like Jack Chic might blanch at Volo's Guide To Monsters.

Winder keeps her eyes and attention on Willow and Phillip as she acknowledges the two as a part of her Praxis. "Welcome to the Praxis," she says. "When it comes to Progeny, I additionally require permission to ghoul, and the rest of the Traditions should speak for themselves beyond that." Sergio gives Willow in particular a smile, a comment behind it, but it's left unsaid.

Back to Scarpia, however: "Scarpia, you said you were granted an opportunity to speak to one of these hunters." That statement is laid out flat on the table, a question, and Winder's gaze locks onto the Malkavian with a quiet intensity not unlike a cat tracking a juicy bird in its nest.
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Scarpia doesn't seem concerned, keeps his agreeable smile and nods to Winder, "Si, my Prince," he says.
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"And the details?" Winder asks, her eyebrows drawing downward in the faintest tell of tested patience.
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"He tells me he has met anozher een this house," says Scarpia. "Ees the fellow who has given to him thees medallion theeng. Ees interesting, for three were caught, no? So who ees hit thees house, eef ees not our noble selves? And your one ees no saying anything of thees place?"
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As they are dismissed, Phillip gestures for Willow to lead ahead of him. As Winder's voice takes on that tone, the Brujah is quick to find himself out of her line of fire and returned to his seat.
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Willow gives another brief curtsy, then picks up on what Phillip is putting down, turning around to head back towards their seats. She sits down and folds her hands in her lap again, going back to the quiet observer as she leans in her seat a little to rest her shoulder against the Brujah's.
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"I believe that her Highness might wish to know how you came across this particular opportunity," chimes in Pang, breaking a silence he'd indulged in since the very start of the meeting. He leans forward from his seat, a small, if catty, smile curling his lips. "Was it a result from the attack on Folsom? It sounded like Du Valmont and the gentlemen," gesturing at Royce, "Did not mention your presence."
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Scarpia smiles at Pang, says, "Surely you are already aware who zhey are after on zhat occasion, and who ees running off weeth third hunter. I was no zhere."
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Farhad draws in a psychosomatic breath, his eyebrows climbing a touch as he watches the exchange. Gonzalo quirks a half smile at what appears to be a little game, although his own brows frown as he tries to figure out what to make of it. He turns his attention to Winder, who looks thoroughly unimpressed.

"Malkavian," she states, her patience for Scarpia apparently causing her to forget or refuse his actual name. "There are hunters in the city. You have information. You are with-holding how you can verify your claim, and getting you to state anything has been like pulling teeth. What do you gain out of playing a game with the safety of the members of my Praxis?" Her frosty tone looms as she goes on: "You wish to have accompaniment on your next venture, but will it be with peers who cooperate with you, or with an escort who has to monitor someone who likes to play cat and mouse with SIMPLE questions?"
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Phillip arches a brow as he regards Scarpia. As the Malkavian continues to defy the Prince and other members of the Court, his face just more and more incredulous with every passing moment.
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Willow silently watches the conversation, though each time her eyes land on Scarpia her expression becomes more puzzled. A glance up to Phillip to gauge his reaction, then back, a small frown turning down one corner of her mouth.
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Scarpia raises his eyebrows at Winder, says, "I am beg your pardon, my Prince, but what do you want to know?" He looks genuinely puzzled, "Zhey are come along shooting at Walter, no? Nobody ees see him make off weeth one? And I am happen on heem some time later, so, I make questions to heem. Hunter, no Walter-zhe-Bloodletter. And thees hunter he ees telling me he meets his mentor on thees house on San Bruno. What part ees missing of how I might verify thees? I command the fellow to reply weeth truth." He shrugs, "I suppose I prove I saw heem, I am taking cyanide pill off him and still have eet, but I am no having any way prove to you he says what I say he has said."
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The response and the information seems to calm Winder, but as she speaks, she continues with a profoundly bland tone, her composure corseted together.

"I wanted to know how you came across the opportunity, which you now have explained, as Walter. If I am to understand you grammatically, your statements contradict, but if I am to understand you pragmatically, you are telling me that Walter brought you a hunter and you had an interrogation. If you had stated earlier that the reason why you know this is due to a hunter being brought to you by Walter, then I missed it, and up until now, it had been as if you were dangling some mysteriously manifested information."

As Walter's name bounces back and forth, the Anarchs -- Tracy, Kyle, and Gonzalo -- look among themselves. Gonzalo frowns, but makes no comment.

And so Winder relents. "And so you wish to go to this house on San Bruno, this is the place you want accompaniment with?"
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Scarpia smiles faintly. He says, "No, my prince, ees another. Thees one San Bruno, ees a leel late, I theenk. And so I wonder, nobody else ees hear of thees house?" He looks around the room again. "I am no mentioning eet?"
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"That might be that house that got hit by the cartel," volunteers Tracy, her voice as smooth as an asbestos-wrapped clove cigarette carton.

"Have not discussed it, or factored it in," Farhad admits, his green gaze moving to consider Winder.

Winder, for her part, mulls on the tidbit. "Then we shall pay this location a visit. Volunteers, if any, are to petition Miss Pavlova." A gesture towards the woman in question.
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"Zhat ees house I mean," says Scarpia to Tracy. "Ees real cartel?" He raises an eyebrow.
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"I mean, maybe?" Tracy asks. "I remember reading about it in the news."

As the night continues, the kindred assembled are able to mingle, gossip, and so on, until ultimately they return to their nightly (un)lives.
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Scarpia nods, "So deed I," he tells Tracy. "I theenk ees no cartel." He smiles, opens the key cover on the now elegant little toy piano and makes it chime out Papageno's 'Madchen oder Wiebchen' song.

[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Court]]

Logs:Fort Point Venture Brothers

2022-01-21T18:26:02Z

Khoi:

* '''Starring:''' [[Khoi]], [[Grigory]], [[Phillip]], [[Scarpia]], [[Claire]], [[Mickey]], [[Nicholas]], [[Why|WhyteRabbit]], [[Corinna]] [[Jeb]], [[Roux]] and [[Langley]]
* '''NPCs:''' Mercy, [[Zora Pavlova]]
* '''Notes:''' The scene was split into two distinct groups: those on the beach, and those up on a lookout point. Poses by the group on the lookout point are set in <span class="GreenText">green text</span>. At one point in the scene, some character actions were paged but not actually posed to the rest of the scene when they should have been. Content in <span class="BlueText">blue text</span> is not originally part of the log. My (Batty) computer crashed so I don't have the pages and am just writing what I remember in the blue. :(

= A Film Crew Arrives =

The light of the full moon bathes the foggy San Francisco bay in an eerie light that glows like some sort of omen. They say the killer always returns to the scene of the crime.

Two murders were committed on the western side of the peninsula is the rocky strand near Fort Point Rock. The gargantuan golden gate bridge's concrete and steel loom over the historic site of Fort Point itself some ways north, and the visibility is ... Well. It could stand to improve. The tendrils of nighttime mist are a mixed blessing, as anyone can benefit from its cover.

One murder is far closer to that historic site itself, a body found at the feet of the bridge's southernmost legs, just before the salty, frigid water.

Then there was the murder just beneath the bridge.
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi's Tracer 900 arrived somewhere off in the Presidio some time ago. It signed himself and Corinna up for quite a hike, but such are the tradeoffs of life. Having left his motorcycle helmet but kept on his gear, he's walking along the trails leading to the scenic area. With the light of the full moon and the overall light pollution of the city to aid him, he is just walking the winding path, westward, towards DESTINY.</span>
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As the fog shifts and dances over the bay area, a vehicle is approaching the area at an almost snails speed. Who in their right mind would honestly come to a place where not one, but two homicides had been discovered?

Someone with entirely to much money and time on their hands, thats who. A stretch limo rounds the corner towards the parking lot of the historical site before coming to a stop, idling for a moment before shutting off. Headlights still blazing in the foggy night, the driver side door opens and a young blonde woman in a business suit steps out of the limo to approach the passenger door on the driver side.
Opening it, a soft but business tone says officially, "We have arrived" before a tall man steps out of the limo covered in a large black coat. Adjusting the coat, and the suit beneath as he glances around a deep baritone that is almost musical to be heard simply says, "So we have. Gather the equipment, there is much I need to see before a final decision is made for the location of the shot."
Stepping out of the way of the door, he slides his hands into the coats pocket as he says over his shoulder towards the limo, "When you are ready my friends."
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Phillip steps out of the limo wearing a long, black trechcoat. After he emerges, the man reaches in and takes out a long, thin black bag with a strap on it. As he moves to stand aside from the car door, he slings the bag up over his shoulder.
He then stands quietly as the others get out eyes sweeping the immediate area.
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Scarpia has stepped the mast on the little tender he calls his 'jolly boat', transforming the thing from rowboat to catboat. It comes in from the Northeast, sail bright in the moonlight and plowing a straight path toward the parking lot.
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Claire steps out of the limo before giving her limbs a good stretch. She nods over to Grig before saying, "Always ready brother." She begins to look around and take in all the sights and spooky sounds.
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Mickey must be some sort of stage tech. He's dressed in rugged boots, snug jeans, a snug-fitting t-shirt, and a camo coat, with headphones around his neck. He gets out, and follows behind, carrying a case. "Just let me know when we're ready to get started getting the test footage," He says to the man in the suit, "And I'll get everything set up and ready."
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Nicholas pulls his green 1960 Willys Jeep station wagon into the parking lot of the Fort Point Historic site. He steps out of the card and closes the door quietly. The keys vanish into a pocket and he does a brief check of the rest of his pocket. Turning away from his car, he scans the area around him.
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Sheriff Pavlova is dressed in chelsea boots and a well-to-do outfit beneath the trench coat she has. As she watches Phillip take out the `tripod and camera bag` she holds the door open, watching Mickey emerge as well. Then once everyone is out she shuts the door. "We will scout good location for filming. I want to find the way to get to the shore most fast, so we can decide if we will need vehicles and what kind of vehicles we can put. Maybe ATVs. For the cameras." Yes. The cameras.
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<span class="GreenText">WhyteRabbit parked closer in the Presidio, coming in his F-150. He makes sure he is out of the line of sight of cameras, and checks his pistol and his shotgun, and ammo. Before he moves away from the truck he takes out his phone and types in some code, then angles off to meet up with Khoi. He is wearing a beige trenchcoat, closed with a tied belt. He is looking around for other people as he moves.</span>
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<span class="GreenText">Whyte is able to be confident in his camera-scan. He can get his stuff all nice and ready in the cab of the truck, for example, before his big debut out into de world.</span>
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<span class="GreenText">Corinna, for her part, stomps through that hike with boots meant for it. She doesn't say much on the way, her hair tied back in a tail, and her leather bomber jacket zipped up. There's a bit of distance she's keeping between herself and Khoi and WhyteRabbit as they hike. The cool of the fog and the rustling of trees and brush keep them company. She's also just sort of... very ignorable at the moment, even to them. Easily overlooked, or forgotten, amongst the trees.</span>
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Mercy, the young woman who had stepped out of the drivers seat of the limo, nods her head and moves towards the rear of the limo to open the trunk. From within, she begins to remove multiple bags of various sizes ranging from purse like to large boxes. One is slightly larger than the rest, which Mercy seems to carry herself as she glances towards Grigory.

Nodding his head, "Of course" he says in reply, but to who is hard to tell. "Claire, would you be kind enough to help Mercy with some of the equipment? When we arrive, we will begin the set up of the equipment and decide where to go from there."

Moving towards the drivers door, Grigory leans in and withdraws the keys from the limo, locking the door and closing it. Pocketing the keys, he turns towards the group as the equipment is gathered and looks towards Zora, "When you are ready, Madam."
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Jeb emerges from the rocks cropped between the public restroom and the water. The crooked, swaddled man b-lines to limo and crew, maybe a casual observer might assume a member of the unhoused community looking for change. He reaches up and tips the wide brimmed hat to Grigory, or squinted at whomever is dressed well enough for Jebediah to confuse him with.
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Claire nods to Grigory as she moves over to the vehicle to assist Mercy with the lifting of giant bag. "Where would we like to setup then?" She asks as she swings the bag over her shoulder. She looks around for a bit for a nice location.
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Phillip stands quietly as Zora steps out of the car and she and Grigory make plans to start the project. As Jeb approaches, he gives the man a nod of his head, "Bonsoir, Monsieur. Good to see you." His French accent is very clear.

To any observer the Frenchman would see like some artsy fartsy photog or filmmaker that this group must have brought in from overseas. He glances back over his shoulder toward others and says, "Lead on." He then looks ready to get rolling.
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Scarpia drops his sail as he arrives at the bank below the parking lot, and hops neatly out of his little boat. He's forgotten his shoes again. He drags the wooden rowboat up the bank a ways, mindful of the rocks and half watching the party around the limo as he works.
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As Mercy gets situated, handing out equipment and taking orders, she turns her eyes off toward the west over the water. The assembled film crew here has most of her attention, and Zora turns. "Let's be off," she states, seeming to find little amiss. Mercy turns to crane her head. "I think there is a boat out there," the ghoul murmurs.
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<span class="GreenText">After a while of hiking, working up a sweat that staves off the chill of the night, Corinna arrives at the precipice of the cliff overlooking Fort Point, just south of it. She hangs back, there, quietly nestled amongst the trees and rock cover, and stares out at the fog occulting the bay, squinting against the weather.</span>
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Nicholas arches an eyebrow and tilts his head just a bit. He shoves his hands into his coat pockets and begins to walk across the parking lot toward the west. Under his breath he sings to himself. "Wish they all could be California girls....."

= Eyes Are Already In The Sky =
Claire begins to follow Mercy but occasionaly looking up and squinting, trying to see something. She leans over to Grig as she moves, "I guess you might not of been the only one with a drone idea."
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Scarpia pads up to join the others, stopping few yards away from the group near the limo and looking out through the fog. "Another mechanical falcon," he says. "Where ees falconer?"
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Jeb grunts at Phillip's greeting and cranes over in his direction. He tips his hat and tilts his ear toward the frenchmen, "Evenin' Came round the long way.". He looks down at the ground, "Or the short one however you reckon.". Something to the west catches the man's eyes as he exclaims to the general gathering at the limo, "Sorry for not hitchin' with ya'll. Didn't want to mussy up your carriage. Ya'll just let me know when I should step out of sight.". Drawn to the sound of Jack's familiar accent he tips his hat in his direction.
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The observations of her coworkers gives Zora some pause. She halts. "Good evening," she says to Scarpia. The 'mechanical falcon' callout has her frown. She continues to walk, leading the way on a brisk walking pace, fast enough to be clearly with purpose, but not so relentless that anybody would have to jog to keep up. She simply is a woman here with shit to do. "We will continue, but I do not know where this little robot is yet. Drone."

Her jaunt westward is towards the chainlink fence. There are signs that say 'No tresspassing' on it, but she tries the gate and it opens. "Security theater," she mutters. When Nich's singing voice catches her ear, she turns to regard the man, recognition in her eyes, but she doesn't say anything. She just presses onward.
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Mickey shifts his grip on the case he's carrying, as he trudges along. He looks for an optimal spot to start setting things up. "It's right here." He says, patting the case. "We'll just... set this bad boy up in the right spot and then get it underwater. I should be able to operate it from here and we can get the test footage we need." He looks over at Mr. Director. "Just say when."
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"It is no matter" the Russian gentleman says idly as he turns his attention towards the direction many seem to be glancing "we just have to ensure that they do not get in the way of our filming is all. I do not need the hassle of getting a permission letter for his likeness in the shot." Grigory does not move for a long moment as he just watches the fog swirl as people begin to move. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and lets out an audible sigh before following after Zora.

"Good evening" he says to both Scarpia and Jeb as they speak, gesturing as he moves past, "When everything is ready, we will let you know" he says idly towards Jeb as he passes through the gate as Zora opens it.
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<span class="GreenText">As Corinna finds a vantage point, Khoi holds back. He checks his phone, looking down at it, flipping it open.</span>
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Nicholas pulls up short when he hears the familiar voice and turns to looks over toward Scarpia. With just a quiet nod he turns back where he was headed, to the west and the fence whee the other woman passed.
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"'Ello, Jeb," says Scarpia, beaming at the dusty fellow. He shrugs and then pads after Zora, not slowed at all by his shoelessness and the rough surfaces, looking about as he goes.
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Phillip sets off after Zora. He walks much like her, swift and with a purpose. As if there were places to go and things to do. As the Russian woman encounters the fence blocking the path, he sizes it up. Would be easy enough to clear it. But, then she finds it unlocked. He chuckles at her mention of the security theater. Then, he walks through the fence gate after her, hot on her heels.
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<span class="GreenText">WhyteRabbit moves closer to Khoi, within sight and walks up to him, looking around.</span>
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi snaps his phone shut. He glances up and around himself. "I know that kid did not just try something," he mutters, loud enough for Corinna to hear. Once Whyte shows up, he seems annoyed, and gestures toward him to beckon him over. "Were you trying something just a moment ago?" He asks, his voice low, to try not to let it carry.</span>
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Jeb walks off from the group ducking behind the limo maybe to lay down as it seems like the man in the wide brimmed hat, swaddled in layers does not rise again.
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<span class="GreenText">To be fair, while Khoi believes Corinna might still be in earshot... it might be altogether hard to tell at the moment, in the dark, fog, and foliage.</span>
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<span class="GreenText">WhyteRabbit frowns, saying quietly "Yes, I tried to send you a message because I didn't want to chance using the cell phone. Some sort of defense blocked the message though. There's also something going on toward the west end of the bridge. Twinkling lights coming in from a mile away heading southward."</span>
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi just gives Whyte a /look/ when Whyte says 'some kind of defense'. He double-blinks. "Do you /normally/ just push messages into peoples' brains, man?" A put-upon look marrs his East asian features, before he looks out toward the beach and the lights, squinting. He crouches down, half-ass hiding in the scrubby wireweed. "Augh, it smells like the /sea/ here." What did you expect, Khoi. What did you expect. "Alright." He's still speaking in low tones so that his voice doesn't carry much further than his two partners in crime. "What's the plan here? My plan is to try to discover what big event my cards said would happen tonight, my reading was unclear. It was a big deal, but I don't know if that means we have another death."</span>
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<span class="GreenText">WhyteRabbit leans close to Khoi, saying "I was just trying to send you a message. Should I link us up so we can communicate, or do you not want to do that? Also, should I perhaps camo myself? Since it seems we are not alone". In point of fact, Why will kneel to lower his profile against the moonlit sky. He pauses, then answers Khoi's question. "My plan was to help protect Lily, but she doesn't seem to be here. Second to that, I want to stop the Fort Point killings, I think the killer is either a mage or a vampire."</span>

= The Film Crew Sets Up A Drone =
Once they're in position, Mickey seems to set up the drone. "Not super-familiar with this model," He admits, "But I think I can figure it out." He seems to know what he's doing, as he puts stuff together, and gets the laptop rig he'll be using to control it set up. "I was always kind of mystified by the idea of the submarine," He admits. "They just put a bunch of guys in a watertight box with oxygen tanks and turn them loose-" He gets the drone set up, and then sets up a sort of winch with a platform, before he slowly lowers it down into the water.

"Okay." He says, once it's submerged, "Here we go." He walks to the computer, and begins to operate the drone. "You can see the camera feed here. I'm using the underwater infrared camera right now, because using the spotlight could potentially bias the, uh, marine life."
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Roux is bundled up on another miserable San Francisco evening, their features covered by a thick woolen scarf and a black beanie. The large, pallid skinned individual shifts their weight uncomfortably under their bulky clothes, taking a moment to scratch an itch in their chin a pointed fingernail. "This is the place. Fort Point." They murmur, glancing in the direction of their compatriot. "Hey uh? thanks for comin' tonight. I honestly don't know what to expect here." The figure lets their gaze linger on their compatriot for a while, giving them an appraising look with their inky black eyes.
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<span class="GreenText">"/No/ you f--" Oooh, Khoi's mad. He then suuucks in a breath, finding his center. Or trying to. He manages to smooth it over, and then he says, "Please do not send me messages in my head." His voice is now a low whisper. "Just send them to me on my phone. Get a prepaid, get the Signal app, throw the damn phone away when you're done with it. Or, we can later decide on a metaphor to use later so you can text freely, but damn, son. Damn. Don't force me to think thoughts that aren't mine." When Whyte says 'I think the killer is a mage or a vampire', he just goes, "Bruh."</span>
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While Mickey gets the drone up and working, Phillip does what he does best. Sets up an overwatch. For the moment that means he moves over toward a rock and unslings his bag from his shoulder. Resting it down next to him, he settles his rump down and lets his eyes drift out across the beach. Plenty of people are going to be watching the lap top computer. The Frenchman only has eyes for the surf and the very real potential that a monster could emerge from there.

He keeps a special eye out toward the north, in the direction of the bridge.
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Langley croaks a reply "yeah, no sweat". He adjusts his shabby and stained hoodie as if it were an expensive tux. "so uh, seems like the beach is pretty popular tonight, were we expecting to achieve anything in particular tonight?"
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Something Mickey hears makes him go "Mmm." And he crooks his finger to Grigory. "C'mere. Sir."
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Claire gets a confused look on her face as she looks over her shoulder, she turns to say something to Grigory but sees Mickey motioning him over. She turns to look back in the direction of the said sound while crossing her arms.
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<span class="GreenText">Corinna... is still nowhere to be found near the two men arguing at the top of that cliff. No, she's amongst the rocks and trees, watching and listening, narry a peep from her.</span>
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Squatting down near Mickey he leans in slightly to speak to the man in hushed tones for a moment. When he finally speaks, he nods his head at something before saying "Wise. I would rather not disrupt the seals if possible. They do have a habit of ruining things." Snorting slightly, the Russian turns to look at the camera feed quietly as he seems to mull something over, glancing over his shoulder to look at Claire for a moment before returning his gaze towards the camera feed.
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"That ees what me cat thinks," says Scarpia quietly, looking out over the water again.
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The dirt covered man who disappeared behind the length of the limo remains disappeared, obscured in a Cloak of Shadows. Through the mist, across the coarse sand on the heels of Zora and the group she leads. Jebediah looks over in the direction of the other trio beyond where he can see but something snags his attention. Not that anyone might notice that unless they can pierce the Cloak he wears.
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Phillip looks toward Zora and says her name clearly, "Zora." A pause as he crooks his neck back up over his shoulder toward some folks up higher on the shore, saying now more softly, <span class="BlueText">in French,</span>, "We are not alone. Someone else is here looking for the killer. Seems like they want to keep things pretty quiet. They mentioned vampires and mages so it's not a bunch of bystanders or cops."

= The Peanut Gallery Is Heard =
As the fog parts in the bay, and as the drone gets settled into the water, the nature of these lights in the far off distance starts to reveal itself. They creep closer, and then cutting through the fog like a spotlight --because it is one-- is a single beam from some telescoping light source that climbs up a little higher as whatever mount it rests on is extended skyward. The far-off noise of the boat's engine starts to bleed into the soundscape.
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Roux crouches next to their ugly friend, shushing him with a finger held to his lips. Craning their neck slightly, the scarfed Nosferatu looks back and forth between the gathered parties. "Looks like it. I just want to get a better idea of what's going on... just be careful, whoever these guys are they're definitely aware of... let's just say we don't need to worry too much about the masquerade in front of these folk." With that, the Nosferatu places themself in a position to overlook the whole affair and eavesdrop, trying their best to stay out of sight. "There's something out there in the water, maybe that's what's got everyone's attention?"
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Langley mumbles "damn shushy prick" as he hunkers down next to Roux
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi watches Whyte and the glow of that smartphone screen. He falls silent, and then he fills his lungs with his rising blood pressure. When his phone buzzes in his pocket, he blinks once, twice, three times, and with each blink, his rising irritation shows in how much harder he sets his jaw. "You /stupid/ fucking /cuck/," he says to himself <span class="BlueText">in Vietnamese</span>, his tone annoyed. He takes out that prepaid nokia flip-phone, flips it, glares at it, flips it shut, and doesn't say a word or indicate anything. He just watches the water.</span>
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Scarpia sighs, looking out over the water. He says, ostensibly to Zora, "They are to see us soon enough, if they are no do already. You want I should hail zhem?"
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Phillip's searching on the horizon and the water has yielded some fruit. He leans up off the rock and meanders over toward where Mickey is working with the lap top and presumably Claire and Grigory are as well. Jeb is unseen. He leans in and speaks loud enough that those in his immediate area could hear him.

He points over toward the north on the water, "Hey, It looks like a boat is coming. Four people on board. Look like they could be military or police. We might have guests soon asking about exactly what we are doing here. This is near the Presidio, so it could be the military police on patrol." The man then quiets down.
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"...Is that a submersible?" Mickey says, furrowing his brow. "No, it looks like a coastguard cutter," He narrows his eyes, "...But it's not. Private outfit?" He pauses. "...Retrieval team." He turns back to the drone feed. "Better make this quick."
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<span class="BlueText">Whyte takes out his smart phone and opens up a screen. A unique shade of blue swallows the screen, emitting its soft light into the night on top of the hill, as the man stares at it for a few moments, concentrating.</span>
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Roux ignores the complaints next to them and keeps their attention fixed on the lights in the fog. "A boat, about four people, out on the water." They whisper hoarsely. Their eyes dart back and forth between the parties before them. "I wonder if the rest of these guys are expecting them." The Nosferatu ponders for a moment before looking, once again, to their companion. "Hey, uh, you recognise any of these guys?"
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<span class="GreenText">The whirring buzz starts to fade away from overhead the Film Crew, flying southward toward the precipice that overlooks the beach where Khoi, Whyte, and Corinna are.</span>
<span class="BlueText">Whyte, Khoi, and Corinna each can see a black quad-copter drone zoom up toward their lookout before it hovers in the foggy air several yards above Whyte.</span>

And as Phillip searches on the horizon, the most perceptive among the group who heard the weird little engine noises to the southwest hear them coming a little closer. Whyte, Corinna and Khoi can each hear a few vehicles crackling up on the trail to their south-southwest, which is to say, behind them and off to one side. The FilmCrew can also hear it, but coming from a little further off.

The underwater drone starts to cut through the water at Mickey's direction.
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Nicholas turns walks down to the beach and he looks out onto the water.
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"Hey," says Scarpia mildly, "We are being flanked."
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Leaning over to speak to Zora quietly, Grigory turns his gaze towards the direction that Phillip has indicated and watches for a moment. Rising to his feet slowly, the Russian says quietly to those gathered around him, "Focus on your task" Grigory says as he pats Mickey on the shoulder before stepping away from them. Looking around the beach he seems to shake his head slightly, "Perhaps this evening can be salvaged after all. Mercy, prepare your camera if you would be so kind." As the driver withdraws a small tablet from one of the bags, she places it in front of her face and begins to record as Grigory says, "As we progress, if you happen to see any seagulls, do be so kind as to clear them from the shot. Annoying pests, I have no desire to hear their squawking." Glancing at Phillip as he seems to watch, he turns his attention towards Zora and says easily, "If you wish, we can always do this another time?" There does not seem to be any sort of rush to the man as he simply turns his attention towards Scarpias words and arches a brow, "Indeed."
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Zora listens to Grigory, and then she looks to Phillip. "Let us fall back, the drone is in the water. I don't like this. We can continue to pilot the drone from a further distance than this, with these others coming." She doesn't leave much time aside for argument. Some headlights are starting to flood the parking lot of the Fort Point parking lot.
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Langley croaks like a toad, a vague approximation of laughter "Yeah, the guys on the cliff were people my wife had over for tea on the weekend, I think the film crew were the ones who filmed my last box office hit, and that boats just my butler bringing around my yacht... you know I've been a shut in for too long now, I dont recognise anyone. Hell, I barely recognise you."
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Jeb continues to move with his peers in the film crew comfortable in his Cloak. When they stop or pause he continues to move even if it's just circling them. As Scarpia indicates something coming from their flank he looks, squinting his milky near blind eyes at the dark. When Zora starts to lead them back he is fast on her heels occasionally casting a useless look over his shoulder as they move.
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Inclining his head slightly, Grigory turns and says to those gathered, "Grab the equipment then. We will return for the drone when possible. Or let it be just another piece of plastic in the water. It matters little to me in truth. I can always buy another."

Grigory moves off, leading Zora back the way they came as Mercy and Claire begin to gather the bags once more and start to follow after the pair.

Mercy looks back towards Mickey for a moment before continuing on after the Russians.
= A Patrol Is On The Scene =
Phillip does not need to be told twice. He takes one look at the boat, the lights in the lot above. Seems to be a bit of a pickle of a situation. He reaches down to grab his bag, slipping it up over one shoulder as he turns to leave.
He looks to Zora and the rest and says, "If it's the police, as long as we get back across that fence we should be fine. Let us put a bit of pep in our step."
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Roux rolls their large, dark eyes - an act that is barely perceptible in the darkness. "Don't you take anything seriously?" They whisper. Crouching lower in their overlook position, the Nosferatu nervously scratches under their scarf. "If we haven't been made yet, it'll only be a matter of time. These guys seem to be alert, now. Maybe discretion is the better part of valour in this case, eh?" Rising into a walking-crouch, the figure begins to back away from the scene. "Let's split."
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Scarpia still watches the lights of the boat, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He turns to follow the Russians as they move off.
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi starts to creep backward. He's trying to make as slow and un-escalating of a backwards exit as he can. He'd previously been crouching, but he's no Rambo In The Mud like Corinna over here. Slowly, steadily, oh God.</span>
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<span class="BlueText">Whyte also starts to creep backward in a different direction from Khoi, sneaking back and away to wordlessly dip.</span>
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Mickey frowns - but then he remotely kills the power, and lets the drone sink. He quickly packs up the computer. "It's not the police." He says, quietly. "And it's not the coastguard or the navy. These guys have no identification that I could see. And my eyes are pretty good. I can guide the drone to a safe spot and retrieve it from the beach. These things have serial numbers that can be tracked, so you don't want to just leave it behind if it can be avoided."
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As the Film Crew crosses the fence, they're narrowly just in time. Just as the last of the group enters the other side of the lot and Zora closes the chainlink gate like they totally weren't just in there, they see headlights fill the parking lot. Two jet black Audi A5 coupes with 'EXEMPT' license plates roll to a smooth, eerily soundless stop. Behind that is a cabover truck, large and boxy and grumbling with its diesel engine. Its beige color and three axles exude military, but there's no insignia, no serial numbers, no DOT signage.
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Langley grabs roux by the sleeve "hey now, not so hasty, if everyones leaving then nobody will know whats going on, might be worthwhile staying a little longer to see, could be valuable info...?"
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Scarpia mutters to himself, narrow-eyed, slinking quickly into the parking lot and eyeing the headlamps of the arriving vehicles with a resentful expression. "So, what," he says to Zora quietly, "We all go along home?"
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Zora pauses, not entering the limousine, but she doesn't impede anybody from entering it. She shakes her head, eyes watching the pair of Audis. Two men exit the rightmost of the cars. The both of them are in black suits, earpieces, dress boots, white shirt, black tie. They are wearing glasses, but not sunglasses. Clipper cuts that keep their hair neat and uniform.
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<span class="BlueText">As Whyte and Khoi start to depart and move, the drone immediately zips right off towards the water, flying off toward the boat, disappearing into the fog.</span>
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"...They're searching from the air, too." Mickey says. "...I assume we've been at least partially made. But I also think they're looking for the same thing we're looking for. It's only logical. Aerial drone's headed north, toward the cutter."
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Roux pauses at the tug on their sleeve, glancing back towards the other Nosferatu. "Alright, fine. At least let's keep a low profile? split up a little and hide ourselves with disciplines. We can communicate through text if we need to." They pull out their old Nokia, tapping on it lightly. "Let me go first and find an overlook, you follow in about fifteen seconds, ok?" Roux doesn't wait for a response, double timing it up the beach to find a hidden, dark spot where they'll be able to keep their eye on the encounter. They travel in a path perpendicular to the other groups, trying to get some distance between themselves and the rest of the tresspassers.
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Nicholas makes his way back toward his vehicle, but doesn't get in yet. He looks over to looks over to the Limo and the people who got out of it.

= Important Agents Arrive =
Phillip slips through the gate as Zora shuts behind. His eyes swivel to the parking lot and the veritable cavalcade of shit that comes pulling in. He pauses and then arches a brow, seeming openly impressed at the firepower and the speed at which it arrived. The Frenchman mutters softly, "Merde. That kicked the nest."
As his crew makes their way toward the dark limousine, he follows along, quickly, doing his best to not draw too much attention if he can. Just blend in.
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"If it can be piloted from a distance" Grigory says quietly to the group as a whole as he watches the vehicles begin to pull up with a curious expression before continuing, "then its fine." He glances at Zora for a moment but says nothing before turning his attention towards Mickey, "I am sure we have. It will be fine" the Russian says soothingly before approaching the limo and withdrawing his key from the pocket and moving towards the trunk to unlock it.
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<span class="GreenText">Khoi's eyes turn to the sky and he runs a hand down his face. "Get out of here and go to a goddamn hotel," Khoi whisperyells at Whyte. "You want me to give you the benefit of the doubt, you prove to me you're not a fucking idiot tonight, you hear me? Hotel, prepaid go-phone, cash only!"</span>
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<span class="GreenText">Corinna continues to sit amongst the foliage and fog and the dark, a good little scout. She lets the ocean air wash over her, the sounds of the various groups either tiffing or fretting or cooperating, even though the exact words don't reach her through the clouded distance, some tone might make it through.</span>

<span class="GreenText">At the very least, it's quieter up on her perch, now. Lets her hear the insects buzzing and the lapping of waves.</span>
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Langley pauses for a second, a little perturbed at not being able to make any more quips, then just shrugs his shoulders and watches where roux is headed before following along in his best 'im just an innocent hobo looking for a place to sleep' impression and settling in a short distance from his compatriot, blending into the shadows
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Zora watches with tension. She glance Phillip's way as he mutters and one slow, shallow nod concurs as she watches these two black suits get out. The FilmCrew is approached by the two men, one of them reaching into his coat. He pulls out a black leather badge holder, and flips it open. "I'm going to have to ask you to clear the area immediately. Matter of public safety. If you do not leave, I will need to have you escorted."

The badge itself is important! Much government, very authority. What department of who now? Who knows, but he sure is official!
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Turning his gaze from the trunk as it is opened, Mercy and Claire begin to load the equipment into the trunk of the limo at a signal from the Russian man. Grigory looks at the badge that is flipped open and frowns deeply before responding, "Not a problem, Sir. We were on our way out in any case." The Russian grumbles to himself as he glances back towards the south and gestures idly, "A group of hooligans were ruining our evening in any case. Some argument or another, I do not know."

Unlocking the door to the limo, he hands the key to Mercy who begins to slide into the driver seat as Claire finishes packing the trunk. Opening the door to allow others in, he speaks to the Man in Charge and says as a concerned member of the city, "I do hope you will do something about them" before ushering Zora into the limo, he himself following.

Claire nods her head towards the Suit and slips in behind her sibling, making room for the others to slip in.

= The Nosferatwo Stay Behind To Watch =
Meanwhile, some cheeky little cobbers named Roux and Langley are hiding on the unsafe side of the fence. Guess what? They can hear an ATV rolling along the rocky beach sand, and they can even see it, too! The headlights stretch out with their cold, mercury-blue reach, combing the rocks. There are two men on the ATV, and a third standing on the back of the frame, wearing some weird nightvision goggle contraption as he stares out along the strand into the water.
"Something up ahead," says one of them.
"You sure? I don't see anything," says the second.
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Scarpia shrugs to the group and starts down the bank to where he's left his little boat, obediently clearing off for the authorities...
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The Frenchman does not need to be told twice. He takes one look at Zora, nods, and then ducks his way into the car. The guys in the suits are asking them to leave. It is time to go. The man settles his bag in the car next to him as he does.

Assuming Grigory is still intact after giving his pro-tip to the guy in the dark suit, Phillip speaks to him once the car's doors are closed, he simply looks at him and says, a hint of mild disbelief, "Really?? I know you were not looking for reward money." He might be searching for a reason behind this move.
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Nicholas looks at the "Men In Black" and blinks. "Entschuldigern Sie, bitte? Vat ees ze problem? Someting dangerous?"
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The black suit who is standing next to hears 'Entschuldigung'. He turns his head. <span class="BlueText">He says in German,</span> "You need to leave the area, sir. This is a kinetic area that has been the site of several murders by a violent killer. The perpetrator has been taken down in the area and we are clearing the site for evidence and body recovery. We will escort you if necessary."
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As Scarpia starts to leave, the first agent who had flashed the badge sees the trajectory of his departure. He seems mollified by the group piling obediently into the limousine and seems content to let them pack up. "Please ensure the limousine leaves the area," he says, to nobody in particular, but there /is/ that second Audi, and its headlights turn back on. The engine doesn't make a sound. Was it ever off?
"Sir," he calls out to Scarpia. "Sir, I cannot have you go toward the shore at this time. There is an investigation ongoing with boats and individuals in the water and you would impede that. I am going to need you to leave the area and stay on land for at least two hours. Do you need an escort?" His voice is stern, and while it is not unkind, neither does it have any warmth.
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Zora piles into the car and shuts the door. She pinches the bridge of her nose. She compulsively ensures those windows are rolled up, and then she whispers. "What was it that was said about the drone in the water? Can we turn it on to listen? God damn it."
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And lastly, for Roux and Langley: STREWTH, the rocky shore is CHOCKAS with waves and rocks. Hidin' from these CHAMPIONS is gonna be a PIECE OF PISS.
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Scarpia looks up at the man, says, "I am come along een me leel boat, you are no letting me to leave here in her?" He shakes his head, "Let me to roll down to the leel pier at least." He doesn't sound challenging, just reasonable.
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"It is going to be two hours," the agent says. "Our crews are combing the bay for two hours and I cannot predict the trajectory of your boat in correlation to theirs. Two hours, sir." He asks it again in the same dutiful deadpan as before: "I will escort you if necessary." This time, it sounds more like a promise than an offer for the thin stranger's convenience.
The bilingual agent looks to Scarpia from behind those Buddy Holly wayfarer glasses frames. He gives the man a second look.
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Scarpia rolls his eyes and starts back up the slope, saying, "Eh, what a nuisance," and shaking his head amiably enough. <span class="BlueText">He will hang out elsewhere for a few minutes, and then return under the cover of Obfuscate, to find a new vantage point to watch the unfoldings from afar.</span>
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Folding his arms across his chest as he settles into his seat, Claire flanks him as he seems lost in thought for a moment. When Phillip looks at him and speaks to him, his attention is stolen and his gaze switches towards Phillip. He simply holds a finger up to silence the man for a moment as his attention seems focused more on what seems to be happening outside the limo. He glances at Zora for a moment, trying to share a look with the woman as everyone piles in. When the door finally shuts, Grigory says quietly to no one, "Drive." The engine roars to life as Mercy begins to taxi the group away from the scene.

Turning to look at Mickey first, Grigory says, "Turn the drone back on, get us what info we can. If it seems to difficult, get it out of there and pilot it somewhere we can pick it up."

Finally turning his attention to Phillip, the Russian no longer seems the jovial individual he normally is. The regal standing of the man is in full force as he begins to say, "No, I was not. My duty was to ensure that Ms Pavlova got away as best as possible. In a hunt, the hunter is only ever really after its target. Its prey. We" he looks around the limo "were not its prey, and luckily it is easier to throw off the scent of a hunter with bigger game."

His eyes narrow darkly for a moment as he says, "Though it would seem that certain issues, above and below, may be taken care of without our help."
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"Indeed sir." As he goes on, some beeping noise comes out from under the bilingual agent's belt. A voice says 'We have gotten a visual.'
"Copy that," says the bilingual agent.

Moments later, a second pair of agents from the second audi emerge, closing doors and wasting no time on the ones gathered here, their paces brisk. The cabover truck starts to stir as people within the canvas-tarped cargo it is trailering start to get out. They're wearing some sort of BDU-type outfit underneath see-through Hannibal Lecter Murder Suits, AKA Tyveks, and are pulling out some sort of ...Gurney, speaking of Hannibal Lecter.
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Nicholas sighs. "I don't require any escorts, danke. I belief I can find my vay out of here. Too many people around anyvay." He opens the car door to get in.
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As the spectacle of ... Technicians? Starts to get out, the agent steps forward to the driver's side of the limo to knock on it and wave in a lesser polite get-a-move-on. However, Grigory bids the driver to drive, and they don't need to be told twice. The rear view mirror isn't available to the driver, but the back up camera is, and of course, to its occupants, there's the rear window. As the limo navigates around the three cars with their captionless EXEMPT plates, they can see a glimpse of an interior in that canvasy not-actually-military cabover truck.
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Nicholas will not be impeded on his way into the car.
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Roux hides amongst the rocks of the beach, as the DRONGOS in the ATV have a SQUIZ around the beach. FAIR DINKUM, those BLUDGERS couldn't find a LOLLY in a MILKBAR. DEFO must be HEAPS DEVO. SWEET AS. Roux glances towards the water, regretting not having brought a COZZIE now it's time to say HOOROO. Not bothering to look around for their compatriot, who has undoubtedly sunken into the shadows, the burly nosferatu steps into the black water, lowering themselves until everything below their eyes and ears are obscured. They watch, obfuscating themselves and waiting to see if anything else occurs.
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Nicholas has a look around, then gets into his car and drives off.
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Langley sighs and mumbles to himself "personally i feel like these rocks are fine, almost comfortable, but noooooo, Roux wants to take a dip in the goddamn water..." before following along, slipping alongside roux in the filthy water
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<span class="GreenText>Corinna stays very very still. It may be that her knees will hurt when she moves later. Or maybe not. She's young.</span>
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When Scarpia considers the way back, he will have a decision to make here. He can climb the chainlink fence to get back or he can get into the water and take the scenic route. Our poor Aussies have been dangling upside down for quoite a whoile now so we'll let them have some fun for a bit in those 15 IC minutes, sound like a plan?
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Langley tempts fate as he mumbles to himself, but he is able to maintain that caul of anonymnity and unimportance as he abandons his comfortable rockbed for the water. The two fithly buggers slide into the frigid bay waters just moments before the ATV's little wheels slide past. And then there is a flash of the lights far off above water. Whoever's on that boat quartet is signaling something by flashing his light around in a rapid swing back and forth.
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The waters churn and bubble. Langley and Mickey get a ... Front row seat is a misnomer, given the muck and the grime, but in the pounding noise of the surf little can be discerned by ear. Instead, there's a flash several yards down, several hundred yards below water, like someone were to have set off a camera. Pftoof! Another spark. Corinna, up on her vantage point, can see the spark, herself, albeit muted from the cover of fog and sea. The surface of the water bubbles.
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Phillip narrows his eyes at Grigory as the man attempts to shush him. He is definitely /not/ jovial either in the wake of the gesture by the big Russian. "Miss Pavola is perfectly capable of taking care of herself," the Frenchman says with a glance toward her, "What you did was direct people we don't know to other people we don't know. Those others look to be someone who is at /least/ aware of our kind."

The man settles back into his seat and looks out the window, "No, Mister Usov, they were letting us go. You possibly just provoked others for no reason." A beat as he snaps back at him and says, "Sorry, let me be correct, you do have a reason. It is just not a good one. But, I assume it is kudos for your nobility at least."

Assuming at some point, the limousine pulls up to a stop and they do the drone thing, Phillip nods to Zora as the car rolls to a stop. He says to her, "Let me know if you need anything else. I am going to step out for some fresh air for a bit." Assuming someone does not stop him, he just gets out of the car.

And, by fresh air, the Frenchman meant -- walk the fuck home -- which he basically does. He never comes back, leaving the others in the car to figure the rest out.

= It Was A Bad Idea =
Roux remains still in the water, not hearing the movement nearby as they continue to watch. Black beanie, grey skin and black eyes. Barely anything that would stand out against the evening swell and rocks, this is the perfect environment for some cheeky Nosferatu voyeurism. The flashes are a surprise, but the Nosferatu manages to keep themselves under control, slowly turning to watch the event and listen in, while not attracting undue attention with sudden movements.
-----
There's a current in the water, a shift, a -- twinge of blood far off. Soon, that sensation blooms into more blood, coppery and decadent, little tendrils of tempting taste strung through the salty ocean water. Then the bubbled scream of somebody far off in the dark of the ocean as the adrenaline and pain grips them. Above: "Oh, SHIT, did you give him his ID card? God damn it, Ivan, I told you to give him his ID card! Who on-boarded him? Fuck -- Bring him up, bring him up before Viray has to get in here."
-----
Roux narrows their eyes, attempting to see in the fog. They stick to the shallows and position themselves among the rocks, attempting to pick out any kind of details that would give clearer indication of what is occuring. The Nosferatu, with some hesitation, begins to creep forward.
-----
Langley sees Roux moving around and reluctantly follows along, happier to stay where he was, but also eager to get a better look at this. hes feeling pretty confident that all these people with lights are going to be a much more obvious target than himself and Roux if this thing turns out to be as sinister as it seems.
-----
So these two larrikins try to nip a little closer under the water. The tandem cobber cab creeps through the current. From their submerged point of view, the flashing light stops and then casts straight down into the water. There's so much blood, and a second man dives in -- Corinna from her lofty vantage point can see the motion and hear the splash as someone dives in for an assist. And beneath the waves Langley and Roux see a man in a wetsuit, with a bladed arm, speaking in the water it treads, as the second man grabs the diver who has just had his goddamn arm chopped off, to drag out of the water. As it speaks, the character of its voice bubbles from the waves, but his words can be mostly made out. "Licensed technician recognized."

And then, after a moment's pause, the man in the wetsuit turns its head.

"HEMAVORES DETECTED. TRIANGULATE FAILED TO START BECAUSE SCHDET.DLL WAS NOT FOUND."
-----
Roux moves their eyes back and forth, attempting to survey around themselves. It'd be suicide to say anything to Langley right now, even if they knew where the sneaky Nosferatu shut-in was and they could whisper to him. No, better hope he's watching closely. With a wave of their hand, Roux VERY FUCKIN' SUBTLY indicates that the two of them should back away, and begins to move slowly along the shore, away from the whateverthefuckitis. Trying not to draw attention, keeping low and slow, Roux makes their way around the rocks.
-----
Seeing Roux's movement Langley supresses a sigh and starts carefully making his way away too, significantly less confident about staying with Roux moving away.
-----
After waiting around and loitering, Scarpia is returning under the cover of his own personal Unimportance. Those agents have better things to worry about than the wee nice Scarpia, si? Scarpia can returns to the area. He can have returned to the fort point parking lot area, he can have crept in another way, like up on that point where the whispering and phone glow had previously been pointed out. If Scarpia wants to get onto the other side of the fence, he will need to contend with opening or climbing it... Or he could hike over the actual landmass toward the walking trail to get a look-see. He can choose between a poorly vantage point that he can attempt to compensate for with his senses, or get in closer and risk detection.
-----
Scarpia, familiar with the area, allowed his little walk to take him around another way, towards that once-twinkling point.
-----
Langley and Roux sliiiide out of the water. Were they sneaking past some true DRONGOS, they would have gotten right on by. At first, they reach the silty shore, and they might even be able to call this one a win! But then a flashlight swings over towards them, courtesy of Boat Guy, sweeping the shore. Roux's hideous countenance is thrust onto the stage, and the guy who was standing on the back of the ATV with his weird nightvision goggle peepers snaps his head straight at the two. The team of suits that have their weird Hannibal Lecter gurney are sliding into view, having calibrated and fitted the straps on it, wheeling it to shore in a team of three as they pass the chainlink fence. "Hemavores detected. Initiating backup sequence." The man with the mantis blade arm starts swimming through the ocean in the Nosferatwo's direction while the crew on the beach take a dumbstruck second to stare. "What the-- "
-----
Langley is no fool and sees that things are no longer calm observation, and he resorts to his second favorite approach. Sprinting for the exit only giving a token thought to staying in shadows out of habit.

= It Was, In Fact, A Terrible Idea =
Roux starts to make his breakneck escape and tries to plant his foot in the face of the man who DARES block his path, to clock him in his stupid goggle wearing face! The two men in the little four wheeler take out their tasers, acting fast as the monstrosity gains on them, and the both of them fire. Pto, ptoo! The prongs stab into the undead man's flesh and...
-----
And WHAM. Roux's muscles sieze up, at the mercy of their [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmZexg8sxyk electric feel]. Ooh, girl!

Meanwhile, chaos erupts on the boat, with much fighting. The traumatically amputated diver gets pulled on board, and one of them rips some sort of inhaler thing out of the cooler. "OH my GOD!" One guy screams. Over the water: "They didn't cover this at orientation!!" The dude stabs the inhaler looking thing into the diver's chest. "Stay with me, stay with me!" Meanwhile, one of the quartet on the boat snatches some kind of device from the same, flipped-open cooler, and with adrenaline-trembling hands, flips some switches in a frantic spasm of desperat action and flips open a switchplate and SMACKS a button.
-----
Roux lowers their head, narrowing their eyes. They dragged Langley into this, it's their responsibility to get him out... and there only one way out.... Time to clear the way for Langley and knock that dumb, suprised look of the ATV rider's face in the process. "Suck my Hemav-..." BZZZZT. Roux falls to the ground, writhing in a motion reminiscent of fish moments after being caught and flopped onto the deck of a boat. "...d...d....d...d......i...ck."
-----
And the terminator drums pound as that meatbot Michael Phelpses to the shore. Listen, and understand, champions. That meatbot is out there, it can't be bargained with, it can't be reasoned with, it can't find pity.DLL or remorse.exe or fear, and it absolutely will not stop.

-----
<span style="GreenText">Corinna breaks her absolute stillness to lean forward and trace runes widely with her fingertip, like giving a benediction at mass. Except hail satan and have a good day madam. There in the fog she has an unkind expression, if there were anyone around and looking at her to see it.</span>
-----
Langley isnt sure whats goign on behind him, he hears gunshots, but those arent the problem that they used to be. He falls into a long and comfortable stride, his body surprisingly graceful as it remembers its athletic hisghschool days
-----
Roux writhes on the ground, bullets peppering their flesh from the ATV rider who decided that a tazer just wouldn't cut it. As they writhe in pain from the electricity coursing through their system, and the steel penetrating their flesh, a red mist descends. Suddenly, pain doesn't seem to matter. Roux grips the cords of the tasers and pulls them free, rising to their feet. They pause for a moment, their scarf hanging loosely from their neck and no-longer obscuring their mouth full of twisted, broken teeth. In a rush, they launch themselves forward.
-----
The top layer of the sand is particularly greedy for the meatbot's feet, and as the robit Usain Bolts with a terrifying stride he -- staggers, stumbles. Not once does he lose balance, nor determination, but it's an uphill iceskate, that's for damn sure, as Langley blows past him.
-----
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT! WHAT /IS THAT/!? OH SHOOT IT, SHOOT IT!" Does that ATV mook mean Langley, or Roux? Por que no los dos? Our gigantic muscleman has taken great pains to cover up, but there's just something about a waterlogged olympian burn/acid-bath victim and his Count Orlock companion that begs for this sort of response. The report of the .40 ACP erupts in the night air -- as does the Nosferatu's rage. Dude's going full Parta Husk mode.
-----
Meanwhile, more chaos on the boat. The man smashes that button, and another button, as someone else administers more first aid on their diver. A flash of flame, the acrid cut of burnt flesh as a wound gets cauterized.
-----
Roux lifts the ATV scooter. In the surge of AMGREREY, his beast roils and shrieks for vengeance and BLOOD AND BROKEN BONES! It all happens in a flash, faster than the humand mind can comprehend, and metal and plastic groan in protest as he lifts the scooter. The nightgoggles guy clung to the back of it loses his footing before he knows what happens to him, and the driver only stays seated by a sheer accident of chance, one hand whiteknuckling the steering wheel in the pants-shitting terror of almost fully realizing that this is a real-ass monster. But it's the guy with the gun who truly suffers, because as the vehicle careens almost two building storeys away, onto the rocks, the trio is dashed and scattered in a blurred spasm of violence, and the crack and splatter of bones accentuates the rip and tear of plastic against the rocks.
-----
In the throes of frenzy, Roux sees the awkward angle of the neck of the bastard who shot him. In the dying fumes of his Frenzy, though, there's that ATV, and the robit is chasing after his friend.
-----
The ATV goes careening through the air, courtesy of RouxMail. As the heavy vehicle smashes into the robit, the meatbot staggers once. Sparks fly like flint rocks striking one another off of the robit's wetsuit. Its humanoid figure does not bleed, its expression unchanging. The motherfucker *keeps running*, like a Boston Robotics landbot merely thrown off kilter...
-----
In this short interim, Langley is able to make it to the chainlink gate. Although the robit seems nigh unstoppable in terms of beating it into submission, the sand has slown it, and the axle sandwich with a side of hubcap has staggered it for precious seconds that buy the other Nosferatu time and yardage.
-----
Roux fumes as it rushes towards the rocks where the ATV landed. They stand there, fists clenched over the broken bodies of the two men, the rage that had welled up inside a moment before now giving way to sadness. Another person dead. Their brow furrows. Still, it can't be helped, it was a moment of anger. It was self defense. They were going to kill them and... Langley! Roux' eyes whip around, landing on the metal-monster still running after their friend. Gripping the ATV again, the Nosferatu hefts it before hammer-tossing it at the whatveritis.
-----
The robot's next two strides are an abrupt contrast to what happens next. Although that staggering ATV hammer-toss should have obliterated it like so much hamburger, it just keeps running -- until it says, "Shutting down!" in the same stroke as its last stride. It stumbles to a halt.
-----
<span class="GreenText">Wellp, imma head out. Corinna pushes herself to her feet, clinging briefly to a tree for a moment, and then she stalks off into the fog with the quickness. The mists twirl around her, obscuring her from view as she nimbly heads back down the cliff, soles moving from root to root and thence into the built up fallen leaves. And in a few moments, even the rustling sound of her footsteps fade away. The chill grows deeper, there, on the cliff, and the boughs shake with a brief breeze. And then she is gone.</span>
-----
<span class="BlueText">
Roux and Langley's saving grace is the freakishness of their bizarre Swamp Thing rising from the water, their horrid broken teeth, the dire situation of the now-armless diver's panicked agony, and (apparently) that nobody covered this during orientation. They are able to make a breakneck escape tearing through the wireweed and brush, up up up the cliff and into the fog. They've escaped, for, uh, now.
</span>
[[Category:Logs]]
[[Category:Fort Point Murders]]

Khoi

2022-01-20T23:28:39Z

Khoi: /* Tech */

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page Green RiffRaph GreenBorder">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote GreenText">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Coda.jpg]]
'''[[Coda]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Gilded_Lighter.jpg]]
'''[[Karina]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Liliana1.jpeg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Mack.jpg]]
'''[[Mack]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Rune1.jpg]]
'''[[Rune]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Marooned1.jpg]]
'''[[Scarpia]]'''
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:khoi3.jpg]]
[[File:voodooepiidrewthis.jpg]]

</div>

</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="GreenText">
'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]

'''Kill The Noise And Feed Me'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSPT27XyY1U I Do Coke]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2022-01-20T23:25:46Z

Khoi: /* Tech */

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page Green RiffRaph GreenBorder">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote GreenText">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Gilded_Lighter.jpg]]
'''[[Karina]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Liliana1.jpeg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:khoi3.jpg]]
[[File:voodooepiidrewthis.jpg]]

</div>

</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="GreenText">
'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]

'''Kill The Noise And Feed Me'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSPT27XyY1U I Do Coke]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2022-01-20T23:25:22Z

Khoi: /* Tech */

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page Green RiffRaph GreenBorder">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote GreenText">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Gilded_Lighter.jpg]]
'''[[Karina]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:khoi3.jpg]]
[[File:voodooepiidrewthis.jpg]]

</div>

</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="GreenText">
'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]

'''Kill The Noise And Feed Me'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSPT27XyY1U I Do Coke]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

File:Voodooepiidrewthis.jpg

2021-08-07T03:23:11Z

Khoi:

File:Khoi3.jpg

2021-08-07T03:22:59Z

Khoi:

Khoi

2021-08-07T03:21:04Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page Green RiffRaph GreenBorder">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote GreenText">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:khoi3.jpg]]
[[File:voodooepiidrewthis.jpg]]

</div>

</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="GreenText">
'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]

'''Kill The Noise And Feed Me'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSPT27XyY1U I Do Coke]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2021-08-07T03:15:21Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page Green RiffRaph GreenBorder">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote GreenText">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:sunburst.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="GreenText">
'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]

'''Kill The Noise And Feed Me'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSPT27XyY1U I do Coke]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2021-08-07T03:09:00Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

<div class="character-page_section">
== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:sunburst.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
<div class="character-page_section">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}
</div>

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="character-page_quote">

'''Me'Shell Ndegeocello''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0N83NvSfk4 Leviticus: F*ggot]

'''Hinder''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYIxUM-CnSw Get Stoned]

'''Madonna''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsVcUzP_O_8 Express Yourself]

'''Childish Gambino''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jx96Twg-Aew Sober]

'''Benjamin Tod'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NACMpkxm-fA Using Again]

'''Prince ''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]

'''Duran Duran'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGmxhcc7F6g Lonely In Your Nightmare]

'''Juice WRLD''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI34LYmJ1Fs Robbery]

'''David Bowie''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HSH--SJKVQQ The Man Who Sold The World]

'''Donna Summer''' / [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2qI6UDD2uQ I Feel Love]

'''Whitney Houston'''/ [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YjSHbA6HQQ So Emotional]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

File:Sunburst.jpg

2021-08-04T04:38:52Z

Khoi:

Khoi

2021-08-04T04:36:41Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

<div class="character-page_section">
== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:sunburst.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
<div class="character-page_section">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}
</div>

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="character-page_quote">

:The castle started spinning
:Or maybe it was my brain
:I can't tell you what she did to me
:But my body will never be the same
:Her lovin' will kick your behind
:Oh, she'll show you no mercy
:But she'll sho'nuff, sho'nuff show you how to grind
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

File:Khoi2.jpg

2021-08-04T04:31:21Z

Khoi:

Khoi

2021-08-04T04:30:32Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

<div class="character-page_section">
== The Occult ==
Khoi republishes occult works that have fallen out of copyright in order to edit, annotate, compile and illustrate them. He can be found searching through second-hand bookstores and new age, Wiccan and other spaces looking for resources for his next project. He's happy to collaborate with new artists and other writers.

== Music & Fashion ==
Khoi is more than happy to inject himself into the entertainment scene, be it for pure enjoyment or professional investments.

== Tech ==
Khoi sells his soul to starchy corpos to pay rent, an ex heroin-addict turned software engineer who has a very hard time turning down all that startup cocaine.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:khoi2.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
<div class="character-page_section">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}
</div>

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="character-page_quote">

:The castle started spinning
:Or maybe it was my brain
:I can't tell you what she did to me
:But my body will never be the same
:Her lovin' will kick your behind
:Oh, she'll show you no mercy
:But she'll sho'nuff, sho'nuff show you how to grind
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8oxXkUjYHg Darling Nikki]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

File:Khoi.jpg

2021-08-04T04:24:39Z

Khoi:

Khoi

2021-08-04T04:23:46Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

<div class="character-page_section">
== OOC Masq Policy ==
You can uphold your OOC masquerade or you can gallagher that shit and tell the world that you're secretly the evil Dr. Tzimisce. We don't care. Just don't out other people who haven't outed themselves.

== Content Policy ==
No animated content such as GIFs. You can link to this content, but do not embed it in the page. No autoplay stuff. No NSFW images. You can link to NSFW content but you need to give a brother a warning. No reproducing book contents. You can do page references to notate where the mechanics are.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
<div class="character-page_section">
[[File:khoi.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Khoi (Huu Tran)
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Late 20s, early 30s
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| Vietnamese-American
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Gallant
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| An absolute fucking mess

|}
</div>

<div class="character-page_heading">
Playlist
</div>
<div class="character-page_quote">
:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
</div>
<hr>
<div class="character-page_quote">
:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
</div>
<hr>
<div class="character-page_quote">
:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
</div>

</div>
</div>
</div>

[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2021-08-04T04:19:26Z

Khoi:

__NOTOC__

<div class="character-page">
<div class="character-page_panel">

<div class="character-page_heading">
Tran Huu Khoi
</div>

<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

<div class="character-page_section">
== OOC Masq Policy ==
You can uphold your OOC masquerade or you can gallagher that shit and tell the world that you're secretly the evil Dr. Tzimisce. We don't care. Just don't out other people who haven't outed themselves.

== Content Policy ==
No animated content such as GIFs. You can link to this content, but do not embed it in the page. No autoplay stuff. No NSFW images. You can link to NSFW content but you need to give a brother a warning. No reproducing book contents. You can do page references to notate where the mechanics are.

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Contacts
</h2>
<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Christy]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Corinna.jpg]]
'''[[Corinna]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Lauren]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Liliana]]'''
</div>

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
'''[[Nola]]'''

<div class="character-page_contact">
[[File:Tyler.JPG]]
'''[[Tyler]]'''
</div>
</div>

<h2 class="character-page_heading">
Gallery
</h2>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>
<div class="character-page_gallery-set Row">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
</div>

</div>
</div>
<div class="character-page_panel">
<div class="character-page_section">
[[File:officer-bork-bork.jpg]]
{| width="100%" align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"
|-
| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Jane Doe
|-
| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Young adult
|-
| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| English
|-
| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Conniver
|-
| class="left" | '''Demeanor:'''
| Autocrat

|}
</div>

<div class="character-page_heading">
Sick Tunes
</div>
<div class="character-page_quote">
:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
</div>
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:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
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:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
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[[Category:Active Characters]]

Khoi

2021-08-04T04:19:05Z

Khoi: Created page with "__NOTOC__ <div class="character-page"> <div class="character-page_panel"> <div class="character-page_heading"> Tran Huu Khoi </div> <div class="character-page_quote">You'r..."

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Tran Huu Khoi
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<div class="character-page_quote">You're going to jump on me! I know you're going to jump on me – like Nero jumped on Poppaea! Poppaea! She was his wife. And she was unfaithful to him! So he got mad and he jumped on her! Up and down, up and down, until he squashed her like a bug! Please don't jump on me!<br />- Gene Wilder, The Producers</div>

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== OOC Masq Policy ==
You can uphold your OOC masquerade or you can gallagher that shit and tell the world that you're secretly the evil Dr. Tzimisce. We don't care. Just don't out other people who haven't outed themselves.

== Content Policy ==
No animated content such as GIFs. You can link to this content, but do not embed it in the page. No autoplay stuff. No NSFW images. You can link to NSFW content but you need to give a brother a warning. No reproducing book contents. You can do page references to notate where the mechanics are.

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Contacts
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'''[[Christy]]'''
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'''[[Corinna]]'''
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'''[[Lauren]]'''
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'''[[Liliana]]'''
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'''[[Nola]]'''

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'''[[Tyler]]'''
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'''[[Jambo]]''' Jambo's not very OK.
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Gallery
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| class="left" | '''Name:'''
| Jane Doe
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| class="left" |'''Apparent Age:'''
| Young adult
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| class="left" | '''Nationality:'''
| English
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| class="left" | '''Nature:'''
| Conniver
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| Autocrat

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Sick Tunes
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:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
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:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
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:My daughter died in a rowboat
:And I never told anyone
:Until now!
- [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MWIhM6T09g Trixie Mattel, My Daughter Died In A Rowboat]
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[[Category:Active Characters]]

Played Bys

2021-08-04T04:14:01Z

Khoi:

If you are the sort of player to want to have your character look strangely like Chris Hemsworth, here's where you tell everybody that Chris Hemsworth is taken.

* '''[[Coda]]:''' Aarón Díaz
* '''[[Khoi]]:''' Pierre Tran
* '''[[Rune]]:''' Marlon Teixeira
* '''[[Tyler]]:''' Only Tyler may use sweaty thirst trap photos of Chris Hemsworth.
* '''[[Willow]]:''' Marina Laswick
* '''[[Winder|Sarah Anne Winder]]:''' Vera Brezhneva