Raw Log - Session 018
for sessions 16, 17 and 18 take 5 reg and 2 arcane
<desc>: no you don’t tom
<desc>: no you don’t
<jacobkosh>: hey hey bros!
<jacobkosh>: what’s up?
<thomamelas>: Well just a little but Jacob took like 7.
<jacobkosh>: took like 7 what??
<jacobkosh>: also I am finishing up dinner, I’ll be just a couple minutes
<jacobkosh>: made burritos
<thomamelas>: Groupies from RPG.net.
<jacobkosh>: wait! groupies? where? I WANT IN ON THIS
<misteranthropy>: yeah, groupies? isn’t the views-to-posts ratio like 2200-1?
<misteranthropy>: we can’t be all 2200 views, right?
<jacobkosh>: I posted us on reddit a few days ago! I think that’s jacked it up some
<thomamelas>: Look all bands have their Paul and their Ringo….
<jacobkosh>: we overtook that other Mage game, to which HA HA HA I say
<thomamelas>: We crushed it.
<jacobkosh>: there is a slight impulse to post in that thread and just be like
<jacobkosh>: GET ON MY LEVEL
<jacobkosh>: and then drop the mic
<jacobkosh>: but I would be banned
<misteranthropy>: yeah… other threads have 1 post and 20 non-player replies.
<jacobkosh>: yeah, it’s weird
<misteranthropy>: i think you need to get a job at white wolf to get any responses.
<thomamelas>: Well that kinda makes sense since it’s a new White Wolf game.
<jacobkosh>: I crave daveb acknowledgement more than anything. I wish that forum had bat-signaling
<misteranthropy>: well you can always write-up the shadow man legacy for the thread. he never actually put one together.
<jacobkosh>: is a really good idea
<jacobkosh>: alright, I’m just about done here. putting my dishes away and changing band-aids and I’ll be g2g
<ell>: band aids?
<ell>: oh god my mind went to a really dirty place just then
<jacobkosh>: re: band-aids – I gave myself a nasty cut on the thumb with a paring knife yesterday or the day before
<jacobkosh>: it’s getting better but it was pretty bad at the time. two or three bloody paper towels
<misteranthropy>: man last sessh was super bloody.
<jacobkosh>: also I screamed at the knife for a few minutes and threw it away to teach the other utensils a lesson
<jacobkosh>: did someone else get wounded too??
<misteranthropy>: between your thumb and ell’s cup of nosebleed…
<jacobkosh>: oh that’s right!
<jacobkosh>: I’m glad none of us is a russian heir
<ell>: I blame the vampires
<misteranthropy>: i agree.
<jacobkosh>: speaking of which!
<desc>: why are you guys even agitating vampries
<misteranthropy>: because we are stupid?
<jacobkosh>: since we left off with a quorum doing vampire business last time, I was thinking we could continue that today if you wanted. it would save us more awkward time-jumping
<misteranthropy>: works for me if it does for everyone else. that way i don’t have to figure out which simon i am playing.
<thomamelas>: Because taking shit from a parasite thug is a terrible precident to set.
<misteranthropy>: err sinon. frakking spellcheck!
<jacobkosh>: I was gonna say, yeah, playing your “future self” might be awkward this time
<jacobkosh>: whoop cat wants out brb
<jacobkosh>: ok back
<ell>: coca leaves and kola nuts
<jacobkosh>: …diet coke?
<ell>: no more coca leaves though
<ell>: : (
<desc>: omg yes http://imgur.com/gallery/oUccP
<jacobkosh>: oh my god
<misteranthropy>: that looks a lot like my cat, actually.
<ell>: ugh god skippy
<ell>: skippy wai
<jacobkosh>: what is skippy doing?
<ell>: he said “Criteria collection is boring”
<jacobkosh>: skippy finds everything boring because skippy is bored
<ell>: Skippy is
<jacobkosh>: chu and I talk about this a lot
<ell>: he has a terrible disease
<jacobkosh>: skippy is just kind of depressed and idunno
<jacobkosh>: but he tends to blame the stuff around him
<desc>: every time I see skippy we watch terrible movies. it is simply the way of the hedgehog.
<thomamelas>: Keep changing what is around him and the inside will change.
<jacobkosh>: one hopes, right?
<ell>: Doesn’t he work in HR or something?
<ell>: that would explain the depression
<jacobkosh>: yeah that is a lot of it
<jacobkosh>: he’s constantly looking for a way out
<desc>: no, he works in like, intra-corporate communications and PR kinda
<misteranthropy>: you could do a clockwork orange movie watching thing.
<misteranthropy>: i mean he wouldn’t even get the reference i assume?
<jacobkosh>: see I think the clockwork orange marathon is the way of the future
<jacobkosh>: with all the distractions we have
<jacobkosh>: people just need someone to strap them down and go
<jacobkosh>: NOW YOU WATCH THIS
<misteranthropy>: i wonder how much the eye-drop guys at those theaters get paid?
<jacobkosh>: man I’d do that job! regular theater guys get to mop up barf and jizz for eight bucks
<jacobkosh>: all my friends worked in theaters for years. I was the odd man out
<jacobkosh>: shawn still has the key to the plaza cinemark’s poster displays and sometimes takes one of a movie he likes
<jacobkosh>: they haven’t changed the locks in 12 years
<thomamelas>: Nice. Does he take requests?
<jacobkosh>: he does!
<jacobkosh>: I think his current girlfriend frowns on it because WOMEN but he got someone an inception poster a couple years ago
<jacobkosh>: the sad thing is
<jacobkosh>: I dunno what I would even want
<jacobkosh>: posters today are lame
<thomamelas>: Some. Love or hate his movies but Tyler Perry does a good poster.
<jacobkosh>: you know, I’ve never seen one!
<jacobkosh>: I do fall into the hate camp, though. at least based on FOR COLORED GIRLS
<jacobkosh>: that movie is not for anyone least of all colored girls
<jacobkosh>: for war criminals maybe
<thomamelas>: His posters are amazing takes on classic movies. That rarely have anything to do with his movie.
<jacobkosh>: that’s interesting
<jacobkosh>: the guy is a movie buff, I know that
<misteranthropy>: the godmother one is a pretty cool take on the godfather
<misteranthropy>: i appreciate the fact that he was excited to be in star trek. other than that…
<jacobkosh>: oh ha, it is! Just googled it
<jacobkosh>: yeah he seems like a totally innocuous dude, he just doesn’t really write or direct very well I guess
<jacobkosh>: there were a bunch of trailers for his videos before For Colored Girls and they all have this really weird juxtaposition between super-cereal soap opera plot (i won’t give up my baby!) and then like, Madea farting
<thomamelas>: I’m told that would be accurate.
<jacobkosh>: it’s really strange
<jacobkosh>: o well
<jacobkosh>: so! we can pick up right where we were or we can fast froward to sinon’s lunch date, or…..?
<jacobkosh>: also, thom, desc, I read the story on OP! Good stuff!
<thomamelas>: Thought it would be a nice touch.
<misteranthropy>: we should probably make sure that Elithora knows what’s happening.
<misteranthropy>: yeah the story was cool.
<desc>: I will update the story with my little additions from elithora’s side since that was thom’s brainstorm: bang out a scene and post both takes on it.
<jacobkosh>: that was a rad idea and you guys should do it as much and as often as you want
<thomamelas>: Old School joint logs from FFRPG days.
<jacobkosh>: I like reading new stuff about your mans. it’s cool to get to be an audience
<desc>: writes a five page story about elithora clicking links on youtube instead of grading papers
<jacobkosh>: do it
<thomamelas>: Lets do this.
<jacobkosh>: so it is the next morning, an hour before Sinon is due to meet Llewellyn Shaw’s collections manager at a restaurant in Old Chinatown
<ell>: my keyboard crashed
<ell>: so I missed the initial exposition
<jacobkosh>: <jacobkosh>: so it is the next morning, an hour before Sinon is due to meet Llewellyn Shaw’s collections manager at a restaurant in Old Chinatown
<jacobkosh>: That makes it a Tuesday, so I imagine Aurelia and Elithora are at work
<jacobkosh>: what happens next is up to you guys. Does Sinon want to tell them about this? Have them come in for back up on their lunch hour?
<misteranthropy>: BTW – Sinon has disclosed the following regarding the item they are looking for: http://www.obsidianportal.com/campaign/at-the-edge-of-all-things/wikis/the-antikythera-mask
<thomamelas>: Doesn’t have class to attend till the afternoon. And teaches his class on Monday/Wensday. Is finishing up a paper on 20th Century communications.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon is going to invite any of them who want to show up along. If they want to, he suggests that he could pose as an older wealthy art collector and the others can be employees or possibly younger, adult children.
<thomamelas>: Is going to be one of the adult children, has no intrest in playing the bodyguard. Is going to be packing the Govener and a pair of road flares.
<misteranthropy>: (i will probably write up a spy-movie montage or bond-ish intro to serve as a fade in for SInon telling the group about the mask)
<jacobkosh>: (oh rad, okay)
<desc>: (I have really not though much about Eli’s schedule since half her life is spent in mysterium-land. Hmm.)
<desc>: Elithora can put up a note on her door and bail on office hours. The undergrads get an excuse, she can meet her mage friends, everyone ends up happy.
<ell>: (Aurelia has a 9-5, so Imma sit out this scene)
<misteranthropy>: (she doesn’t want to get sichuan for lunch?)
<ell>: (I’m not sure if I could pose as your kid anyhow)
<misteranthropy>: (vampire restaurants might not be that good, so i wouldn’t blame her)
<ell>: (Just don’t spend the entire session there, please )
<jacobkosh>: (hahah okay, but just for the record, I googled the CBSA vancouver main office and they are actually 2 blocks away from chinatown)
<desc>: (BOOM cornered by research)
<ell>: (oh fiiine)
<jacobkosh>: (peer pressure f t w)
<jacobkosh>: Okay! The restaurant is one of those very private places you find in ethnic enclaves – it’s off the commercial strip, the windows are covered with heavy curtains, there’s no sign or lights, just very modest lettering on the door, and it doesn’t even have a name in English
<jacobkosh>: it’s very much a LOCALS ONLY kind of place
<ell>: What’s the name?
<jacobkosh>: it’s the name of the owner – Wang Xian Tran
<jacobkosh>: (actually a chinese painter but today he supplies me my restaurant name)
<jacobkosh>: Who is going in? All of you, or is someone remaining outside? Do you have a game plan?
<desc>: 38 is pushing it for a kid but Elithora can be an employee if needed.
<ell>: Aurelia is going to get some lunch out of this at least
<misteranthropy>: Sinon is definitely going in. What would the rest of you like to do? I figure Aurelia and Elithora can either be antiquities experts or translators, while Blackjack poses as the kid.
<thomamelas>: Is going in with Sinon, is a youthful 32.
<desc>: (u r babby)
<ell>: (Aurelia is 24 >.>)
<desc>: (u r unfertilized egg)
<jacobkosh>: (fo reals)
<desc>: Elithora will be the antiquities pro. Acting chops GO.
<ell>: Aurelia can go in separately, be backup
<ell>: communicate mentally
<misteranthropy>: Sounds good. That way she can get lunch.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon can disguise himself using Doppelgänger. Perhaps we should have Blackjack mask our auras?
<jacobkosh>: (that is totally a thing he could do!)
<thomamelas>: Can do that. Jake do you need me to roll for that?
<jacobkosh>: nah it’s fine
<jacobkosh>: you have time
<thomamelas>: Will make them look nice and mundane.
<ell>: Aurelia is going to establish a telepathic link with Sinon
<ell>: and she can mask her own aura
<desc>: (oh so now you fancy)
<misteranthropy>: (not from mage sight and supernatural reading! they can still tell you is not normal)
<misteranthropy>: (unless you have prime)
<misteranthropy>: (in which case… oops)
<ell>: (oh true)
<jacobkosh>: The young man who is serving as maitre’d only looks astonished for the barest second before his face becomes impassive. He offers a very slight bow. “…Ah. You must be Mr. Shaw’s assistant’s guests. Come with me.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon—appearing eerily like he could be Blackjack’s father or grandfather—follows the young man slowly. He half leans on a cane, half on the Arrow’s arm.
<thomamelas>: Walks slowly with him, assisting him patiently.
<desc>: Elithora keeps pace, a few respectful steps behind.
<ell>: to Sinon: “Let me know when I can come in”
<jacobkosh>: He leads you three out of the front room – which, despite having a somewhat hushed atmosphere, is surprisingly busy – through a heavy maroon curtain into a private back room. There are many tables here but they all have their chairs up. All but one, near the center. At its end sits a tanned blonde woman; trim and angular.
<jacobkosh>: Quite attractive, but with hair pulled back into a really severe bun. She looks up as you enter through her cats-eye glasses, but does not stand. “Ahh, here you are.” She gestures toward the chairs opposite.
<thomamelas>: Helps Sinon into his seat before taking his.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon slowly moves toward the chair and eases himself down. He looks up at his ‘son’ and mouths “Thank you.” quietly. To the woman “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. This is my youngest son, John.” He motions to Blackjack. “Dr. Malveaux is an antiquities specialist I keep on call.” He moves his head toward ELithora.
<desc>: Elithora nods and sits.
<thomamelas>: Sits back in his chair, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his lap.
<jacobkosh>: She nods at each of you in turn. “Anna Sakova, collections manager for Llewellyn Shaw. I’m surprised I haven’t heard of Dr. Malveux’s work. You must keep her on a short leash.” She chuckles grimly.
<desc>: Dr. Malveaux offers a pained smile and looks back to her employer.
<jacobkosh>: Something about Sakova, or the way she looks, tickles BJ and Sinon. It’s almost familiar.
<thomamelas>: Starts thinking about it, trying to run through his memories. (Can I make a roll for it?)
<misteranthropy>: “Ha! Indeed. The very wealthy, though can provide in a way that academe cannot.” Sinon coughs a bit. “Besides, her research is a bit outside of the mainstream.”
<ell>: Aurelia, in Sinon’s head “I’m coming in. I’ll keep an eye on the restaurant”
<misteranthropy>: (both Sinon and Blackjack have some form of Eidetic/Trained Memory—I’m not sure a roll is needed if it is an actual memory and not just non-magic deja vu)
<jacobkosh>: (oh wait actually AHEM disregard that last bit. you guys notice nothing. NOTHING! the entire room is black and your skills are all at 1 dot)
<thomamelas>: (Son of bitch. I ment Eidetic memory and took Encyclopedic knowlege on the sheet.)
<jacobkosh>: Ell, the maitre’d smiles and bows as Aurelia enters. He guides her to a booth in the front section.
<misteranthropy>: (well this is a crappy restaurant—we’re leaving bad yelp reviews all around)
<misteranthropy>: (if it is unseen sense triggering, that would tell us enough)
<jacobkosh>: (nah it’s literally I had her confused with someone else for a sec)
<jacobkosh>: (there is nothing to suss out here except the mystery of jacob’s alzheimers)
<jacobkosh>: Anna’s eyes narrow with interest. “…outside the mainstream?” She tilts her head to one side and almost purrs. “Perhaps the good doctor and I could speak on this at some point.”
<jacobkosh>: She produces a laptop. “You mentioned you were interested in…Antekytheran objects.”
<misteranthropy>: “Yes.” he coughs. “I had heard rumors that some had recently… come to light. Given your employer’s reputation, I thought he might know where one might obtain such a relic.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon bites his tounge and coughs again. He wipes a small amount of blood away with a handkerchief.
<jacobkosh>: She frowns. “I will be blunt. Mr. Shaw has such an object in his possession, which I believe you know as well as I do. I am interested in two things only; the nature of your interest in it and what that can do for Mr. Shaw.”
<jacobkosh>: (my cat’s running around the kitching making chirruping noises and her tail is like a brush. please god don’t let me have a mouse)
<jacobkosh>: (*Kitchen rather)
<misteranthropy>: “My interest /little girl/ is in the fact that the item was /stolen/.” Sinon keeps his disguise up, but his voice has lost some of the wavering quality. “The prior owner would like to be reunited with his heirloom. He may be willing to help Mr. Shaw with some of his interests if the item were to find its way back home. If Mr. Shaw is not so inclined, then perhaps Maggie Fang would be.”
<jacobkosh>: Sakova’s eyes widen momentarily with genuine surprise. “You….?” She leans forward. “Mr. Shaw might be willing to entertain an offer. The item proved to be…not entirely what he had desired. But he paid dearly for it all the same and would like to know what it is you can do for him.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon turns toward Elithora and Blackjack. “I think the two of you might want to wait outside for a moment.”
<desc>: Elithora nods almost imperceptibly and rises. “Of course, sir.”
<thomamelas>: Nods to him. “As you wish.” Rising and walking outside.
<desc>: Elithora glides in sync with Blackjack to the exit.
<jacobkosh>: (who does Aurelia have the link with, btw? Is it Sinon?)
<jacobkosh>: Sakova looks at Sinon with wary anticipation.
<ell>: (I’ve ‘heard’ everything)
<misteranthropy>: how exactly doe stye link function?
<misteranthropy>: can she hear thoughts, etc
<jacobkosh>: (as you both have mind I assume it can be anything from, like, walkie-talkie sending messages to real-time streaming of thoughts or senses)
<jacobkosh>: (depending on how you choose to do it)
<thomamelas>: (Mental UStream!)
<ell>: (I can hear your thoughts, and send messages to you)
<misteranthropy>: (since jake is cool with streaming video…)
<jacobkosh>: (go for it)
<misteranthropy>: Sinon reaches out to Pandemonium and links his sight to Aurelia’s connection. He thinks to himself, “If you can read the location from her, I may not have to agree to kill anyone here.”
<misteranthropy>: (basically he gives her sight of the target)
<jacobkosh>: (oooh rad)
<misteranthropy>: (if she wants to… i can always agree to kill some vampires or something… maybe the ones who don’t like us.)
<ell>: Aurelia casts Read the Depths through the perceptual link
<critical>: Ell, 9d10h8: 5 [9d10h8=[10,2],4,8,3,4,7,9,9,8]
<ell>: contested v composure
<critical>: jacobkosh, 4d10h8: 2 [4d10h8=8,7,8,6]
<jacobkosh>: hah not even close
<ell>: Is she supernatural?
<jacobkosh>: She’s a ghoul.
<jacobkosh>: She’s been Mr. Shaw’s collections manager for forty years and still looks like a sexy librarian (JUST THE WAY HE WANTS, you catch)
<desc>: (let he would be without sexy immortal librarians cast the first stone)
<jacobkosh>: (sage nod)
<desc>: (or she, sorry ells)
<jacobkosh>: ( )
<ell>: okay, so that’s transitory duration so I’m on a timer
<ell>: ( )
<misteranthropy>: Sinon looks at Sakova. “There is much that someone with my talents could do. I trust the time is in a secure location? That it has been kept safe? I would want to know it had not been damaged.”
<misteranthropy>: (he is trying to bring the location to the fore of her mind)
<ell>: (not necessary, I’m doin a thorough memory search
<jacobkosh>: Shaw doesn’t think much of the artifact – it wasn’t the religious relic he’d been led to believe – so rather than keep it in his vault, he has seen fit to use it as decor for his penthouse office (SUCH LOVELY TASTE HE HAS, UTTERLY WITHOUT FLAW)
<misteranthropy>: (oh well, it sounds cool)
<misteranthropy>: (do we know where his office is, then?)
<jacobkosh>: The Shaw Ltd. corporate tower in West Vancouver
<ell>: (the item, its location, the relationships of Mr Shaw, info on Maggie Fang, her last sexual encounter…)
<ell>: Aurelia to Sinon: "He keeps it in his penthouse. I doubt we’d be able to just waltz in and take it, and even still I don’t like that idea)
<jacobkosh>: Ell, you know the location and her password to get in, although it also requires a keycard. The display itself is locked and alarmed. She has a key for that (she sometimes takes things out to show to prospective buyers). She has only met Maggie Fang a few times and fears and hates her (THE WITCH, and she doesn’t just mean that as a synonym for “bitch”).
<ell>: “She has the keys. I don’t want this Shaw as an enemy, though.”
<jacobkosh>: She is worried that Sinon represents the people Shaw had killed to get the artifact in the first place. Government agents, she heard. (HOW DARE THEY?) She hasn’t had sex in ten years. Shaw makes her model for him, dress up in different outfits and turn around, but he never touches her.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon to Aurelia: “I’ll take care of it. You should go now.”
<misteranthropy>: (man all these repressed vamps!)
<jacobkosh>: (the requiem sourcebook says the most sensation they get out of it is like touching satin. it’s p. sad. no wonder they’re all so angsty)
<ell>: Aurelia frowns into her lunch. “I’m not going anywhere, Sinon. Sorry”
<jacobkosh>: Lunch is terrific, by the way. What did Aurelia order?
<misteranthropy>: Sinon raises his left hand in a steeple mudra.
<misteranthropy>: (need to look up spell)
<jacobkosh>: (while you do that, Sakova will reply to what you’d said)
<jacobkosh>: Sakova nods. “The location is…quite secure, yes. Mr. Shaw’s personal offices. The display glass filters UV, it’s all strictly climate-controlled. The artifact could last another five thousand years like that.”
<misteranthropy>: 10d10h8 Enforced Silence: Life + Mind + Gnosis + WP contested by Stamina + Gnosis
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Enforced Silence: Life + Mind + Gnosis + WP contested by Stamina + Gnosis: 0 [10d10h8=6,3,4,4,3,5,4,3,2,1]
<misteranthropy>: no wizardy here
<jacobkosh>: (OH MY GOD)
<misteranthropy>: just a crazy old dude
<misteranthropy>: (this is going to be loud then)
<jacobkosh>: “If you wish to simply purchase it outright, our starting position is thirty million dollars US.”
<desc>: (oh hi critical how are you glad to see you haven’t changed)
<misteranthropy>: (that was really just life + gnosis + wp, but wharves)
<jacobkosh>: (“Or ten bitcoins.”)
<jacobkosh>: (“they’re gonna be so big you guys”)
<jacobkosh>: if that’s what it was you should reroll!
<misteranthropy>: nah i had the right number of dice
<jacobkosh>: ohh ok
<misteranthropy>: just wrong typing
<misteranthropy>: (but i said sinon’s vice was going to come up…)
<misteranthropy>: 7d10h8 Life Force Assault
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Life Force Assault: 0 [7d10h8=6,3,2,6,4,7,1]
<misteranthropy>: (well i’m a dead mage)
<misteranthropy>: (17 dice no success)
<jacobkosh>: is life force assault vulgar?
<thomamelas>: (Critical is being super evil today.)
<jacobkosh>: Oh man
<jacobkosh>: do the rules say anything about ghouls?
<jacobkosh>: as to whether they count as sleepers or Sleepwalkers?
<misteranthropy>: i dunno they are lesser supernaturals
<jacobkosh>: I’d say they are not Sleepers then
<misteranthropy>: do they have any unseen sense
<jacobkosh>: they are SUPER HIGH ON LIFE
<jacobkosh>: and like maybe have Wolverine smell or whatever
<ell>: Aurelia is shouting in Sinon’s head “What the fuck? Quick give me visual back!”
<ell>: “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
<jacobkosh>: She looks at Sinon. “…Are you having some kind of seizure?”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon grips his head as though in pain.
<jacobkosh>: (btw bros here is the guy I based Shaw on. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Run_Run_Shaw )
<jacobkosh>: She stands up quickly. “Doctor…there’s a problem!….”
<jacobkosh>: (check out his birth date)
<jacobkosh>: (seriously yo)
<thomamelas>: (Do we hear that?)
<misteranthropy>: (he is SIR Vampire, I will have you know)
<jacobkosh>: Yeah, she’s calling for you guys
<misteranthropy>: “It’s okay, really.”
<thomamelas>: Comes running in at a fast pace, looking around. “Are you alright father?”
<desc>: Elithora follows in at full speed, clearly alarmed.
<jacobkosh>: She looks at Sinon. “Are you sure you’re well enough to be doing this?” She looks at Blackjack. “Your father seems to have had some kind of attack…”
<misteranthropy>: “What I can do for Mr. Shaw.” Sinons voice has lost any ‘age’ it had.
<misteranthropy>: “I can make sure that Maggie Fang is blamed for the death of the Prince’s childe.”
<jacobkosh>: She slowly backs away, keeping her eyes on your group, and sits down warily. “What – what are you? You’re far too mannered to be Hunters….”
<jacobkosh>: (NONE OF YOU HAS A BANJO, SERIOUSLY)
<thomamelas>: Casting dampen sound.
<misteranthropy>: (hey, i was just going to go all ‘get carter!’ on Shaw’s people. the cool michael caine, get carter, not gibson’s)
<critical>: thomamelas, 4d10h8: 1 [4d10h8=4,9,4,3]
<jacobkosh>: The sound is dampened!
<thomamelas>: Well the sound heading outside the room at least.
<jacobkosh>: Right, I figured
<jacobkosh>: although it would be funny if she was suddenly muted
<thomamelas>: (Years of GMs who delighted in the Wish spell….)
<jacobkosh>: “Assuming. That this is something Mr. Llewellyn Shaw would approve of. How do you propose to do this?”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon drops his disguise.
<misteranthropy>: “Appearance is ephemeral. My friend here can even make one of us indistinguishable from kindred.”
<misteranthropy>: “I can be /anyone/.”
<jacobkosh>: She swallows. “Astonishing. I’d heard stories, but never thought….well. Mr. Shaw knows better than to make enemies of…well…people like you. Is this a service you are prepared to render? He would consider a decorative mask a light enough charge for it.”
<misteranthropy>: “The mask /and/ the machine. Like I said, I’m sure Ms. Fang would be willing to deal if you are not.”
<jacobkosh>: “….this is….something I will have to get clearance for. After sunset, of course. Is there a way I can get in touch with you?”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon pulls out a pen and writes down the number of a burner on a slip of paper.
<ell>: Aurelia speaks into Sinon’s head “Just so you know, I won’t be helping you murder that girl. And don’t bother lecturing me on her being already dead.”
<jacobkosh>: She takes it almost wonderingly. “You will hear from Mr. Llewellyn Shaw tonight. I wouldn’t wish to presume, but…I anticipate his answer will be yes.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon to Aurelia: “Duly noted.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon stands, looks to Elithora and Blackjack and signals his intention to leave.
<thomamelas>: Nods to the woman and shifts towards the exit. Dispelling his silencing spell on the way.
<jacobkosh>: Sakova nods as you leave.
<desc>: Elithora looks from Sinon to Sakova and pauses a moment, looking her up and down before turning to leave.
<misteranthropy>: (i really wish you hadn’t mentioned nodding—now i feel like i have to come up with other words all the time)
<jacobkosh>: (hahaha welcome to my world!)
<jacobkosh>: (I noticed it writing up those posts and now it haunts me)
<misteranthropy>: (okay, so who wants to pul the double cross? get fang to hide lacey while we fake killing her, get the item back and leave him to hold the ball with the prince for the plot?)
<thomamelas>: (Screwing with Vampires? I’m in.)
<desc>: (the flip side is that a million percent of communication is nodding, head position, body language, etc. No one stands there and monologues in-depth about the elemental weaknesses of dragons before polishing a sword +1.)
<jacobkosh>: (but also, nodding does beat the artificiality of saying “yes” or “yeah” or “okay” all the time)
<misteranthropy>: (i am so thinking of writing such a monologue now)
<jacobkosh>: ( +1 )
<ell>: (Aurelia was going to try to do that anyway! woo)
<misteranthropy>: (sinon has wrath issues, so he should have gotten a WP back for trying to eviscerate the ghoul)
<misteranthropy>: (i am trying to be more conscious about everyone’s virtue/vice)
<desc>: (is aurie going to follow us out or just eat foods? it would be kind of funny if she were like ‘fuk u still eatin’)
<ell>: She’s going to finish her lunch ammit
<ell>: and then go back to work
<misteranthropy>: Sinon strides out of the restaurant. “By the way, I do have another plan.” he thinks to Aurelia on the way out.
<ell>: Aurelia smiles at him as he leaves
<jacobkosh>: (yeah, I assumed you just added the WP back to your sheet also Ell for her lusty porno scan)
<ell>: (I’m working on having maxed WP from Sunday night)
<jacobkosh>: (because this is relevant!
<jacobkosh>: (the new standards for willpower-getting have been wildly relaxed in God-Machine
<jacobkosh>: (Because it’s assumed you’ll be using more WP more often)
<jacobkosh>: (so it doesn’t have to be a detrimental exercise of your virtue/vice, like, it doesn’t have to be “I didn’t help my buddies because I was eating because Gluttony” or whatever. it’s now meant to be just a roleplaying thing. mention your dude doing their thing? get a WP)
<ell>: (oh futurama)
<jacobkosh>: (so consider that officially jacob-approved and signed into game law now)
<desc>: (ALL PRIDE ALL THE TIME I’M DA BES)
<misteranthropy>: (i was going to ask if you were considering the alternate ‘Dramatic Failures’…)
<jacobkosh>: (OH YES. Yes, I totally am)
<jacobkosh>: (Okay so! Other new rules thing!)
<misteranthropy>: (‘cuz may as well get the xp for critical crapping out)
<jacobkosh>: (you can choose to turn failures into Dramatic Failures now. each time you do so, you get 1/5 of one XP)
<misteranthropy>: (is it 1/5? i thought it was 5 beats = 1 merit = 2 xp)
<misteranthropy>: (stupid counting)
<jacobkosh>: (I read it was 0.2 xp)
<jacobkosh>: (I’ll double check but everything else was doing 0.2 xp too)
<jacobkosh>: I really like that WW is clearly looking at stuff like Burning Wheel for ideas now
<jacobkosh>: giving you all rewards for narrative input
<ell>: Me too
<ell>: you know
<ell>: I do that ayways
<jacobkosh>: hahaha exactly
<jacobkosh>: it’s still not 100% hippie storygame time it is striking a nice balance for me
<jacobkosh>: oh and
<jacobkosh>: Armor = damage removal is real
<jacobkosh>: so we’re doing that
<jacobkosh>: they also specifically said
<jacobkosh>: supernatural powers add to Defense (eg, subtract attackers’ dice)
<jacobkosh>: Mage armors subtract dice from the attack
<jacobkosh>: regular armors (SWAT or whatever) subtract successes
<jacobkosh>: and this means you can stack them now
<jacobkosh>: if BJ wants to go in full tactical kit he will be very hard to kill now
<ell>: oooh neat
<jacobkosh>: oh and this is possibly not relevant unless one of you wants it to be but Virtue/Vice is now anything you want
<jacobkosh>: instead of the 7 deadlies
<ell>: basically it sounds like a bunch of house rules we already were using are now the rule rules
<jacobkosh>: exactly yeah
<jacobkosh>: you can have “likes big butts and cannot lie” as your vice
<desc>: I’m not looking at aurelia here or anything but
<thomamelas>: I think I will keep BJ’s vice as it is. But there may come a night where BJ is wearing tweed tactical gear.
<jacobkosh>: I am really happy with the supernatural powers = D thing because Mage is super balanced around that and I was not looking forward to going through and determinting if prime armor, death armor, etc were defense or armor
<ell>: also not changing vice
<jacobkosh>: this does have the effect of making mundane armor really desirable but I think that’s fine since it is heavy and carries penalties
<ell>: Virtue may be more tightly defined, however
<misteranthropy>: except for matter-created armors
<jacobkosh>: ahh true true
<thomamelas>: I’ve been having fun with BJ’s vice in stuble ways, especially with how it some times interacts with his paranoia.
<desc>: I need to go read the expansion books and stuff and plot more. I am not 100% sure where i need to take aurelia.
<jacobkosh>: you guys really need a Moros
<desc>: err elithora
<misteranthropy>: yeah, we do.
<jacobkosh>: I put out the call for a 5th but everyone seems intimidated
<misteranthropy>: like, a moros would just find out where a vampire lives and turn all the ceilings transparent.
<jacobkosh>: I dunno
<desc>: (I have aurelia on the brain cause I am pondering their scene and still think there is no good elithora +s inon bonding time yet)
<jacobkosh>: hahahaha yeah
<jacobkosh>: So Aurelia finishes her lunch and goes back to work, I assume. Later that night, Sinon gets a call on his burner phone.
<misteranthropy>: (hmmm. true, desc. there should be something…)
<ell>: man they should play even if they’re intimidated : (
<jacobkosh>: (Ioh hey that reminds me desc, did you ever decide on elithora’s real name?)
<desc>: WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW
<jacobkosh>: YES >
<misteranthropy>: (so sinon is planning on recording the call—either mundanely or with blackjack’s help)
<jacobkosh>: (okay! that’s his bailiwick so I assume he can just do it without rolling)
<desc>: 1. Elithora’s parting open question/observation to Sinon and BJ is an open, “So about this hornet nest kicking thing we’re into now,” while pointing back to the restaurant.
<thomamelas>: (BJ has no issues with wiretapping in this case.)
<desc>: 2. At some point between leaving and getting back to campus she texts Aurelia with, “HEY. You need to answer my texts k? Like real answers. What’s going on?” and then sends an animated gif a cat tilting its head to the side.
<jacobkosh>: Oh ok! We’ll hold off on fast forwarding if you guys have stuff you still want to say in the scene
<desc>: k now i’m done
<misteranthropy>: Sinon turns to Elithora. “I know it’s hard to understand. If they had killed your… grad student… you might. Shaw had two of my retainers ripped apart.”
<desc>: “Woah. I … see. I’ve never really crossed paths with … vampires.” She seems almost hesitant to actually say the word.
<thomamelas>: Grimaces with disgust. “Parasites with delussions of culture.”
<ell>: Aurelia texts back “Later. In person.”
<misteranthropy>: “In the meantime, we need to figure out how to get in touch with Ms. Fang.” Sinon gets behind the wheel of the car.
<thomamelas>: Rides shotgun. “That I have no idea. Maybe find that young punk?” Taking out the pair of road flares and putting them in the glove box.
<desc>: Elithora slides in back, sending that text to Aurelia. (so we can peg it chronologically)
<jacobkosh>: Yeah, that is a question. How do you guy want to hunt for Fang? Is that something any of you want to tackle before sunset (when Shaw calls)?
<misteranthropy>: Yeah, I think so. We are in Old Chinatown, right? I’m not exactly sure where one looks for a Mekhet during the day, but we might be able to make some inquiries in certain traditional medicine shops or something?
<misteranthropy>: Sinon hands his phone back to Elithora with a list of addresses. “Do you think you might be able to see if any of these are particularly fortuitous?”
<jacobkosh>: Indeed! Give me Manipulation or Wits + Streetwise or Occult
<misteranthropy>: 5d10h8 Manip + Street
<critical>: MisterAnthropy, Manip + Street: 3 [5d10h8=9,[10,3],3,8,4]
<jacobkosh>: Okay! Following Elithora’s Spider-Sense, you find a traditional Chinese apothecary and grocery store, basically a corner bodega. The proprietor is an old man, nervous, but clearly knows what you’re asking after.
<jacobkosh>: “Okay, crazy man,” he says. “You go botanic gardens around midnight, maybe find what you looking for. Maybe even live through it, who knows?” He turns away and diligently ignores you after that.
<jacobkosh>: he is referring to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VanDusen_Botanical_Garden
<misteranthropy>: Sinon looks back at the others and shrugs before heading back to the car. He drives them back to the Sanctum.
<jacobkosh>: any other afternoon business before Shaw calls?
<desc>: Texting a few friends and family members cryptic messages of love in case she ends up an hors d’ouvre, not much else.
<jacobkosh>: Elithora is not big on this whole vampire thing, huh?
<thomamelas>: Nope. Is going to go back to working on his paper.
<desc>: Now look, Elithora knows full well that correlation is not causation.
<jacobkosh>: Okay! The sunset is late in the middle of summer, but it happens eventually, and Sinon’s phone rings generically.
<desc>: But here’s a chart where a line stays at 0 the whole times: number of times Elithora has made deals with, double crossed, or killed vampires.
<desc>: Second chart: Percentage of her life Elithora has been alive: The line stays at 100% all the way across the “Time” measurement!
<ell>: Aurelia comes back to the sanctum
<desc>: JUST SAYIN
<misteranthropy>: Sinon answers the phone. “Mr. Shaw, I presume?”
<jacobkosh>: “Indeed. And to whom do I have the pleasure?”
<misteranthropy>: sure elithora is /alive/, but has she really lived if she hasn’t double crossed a bunch of vampires?
<jacobkosh>: (he sounds exactly like James Hong, btw)
<thomamelas>: (God damn it. Guns add dice? How did I miss that?)
<ell>: (desc! aurie is in the library)
<misteranthropy>: “The members of my community know me by the name of Simon.”
<misteranthropy>: (grr typo again. although maybe this time that would be good.)
<jacobkosh>: (well, technically, a lot of them /do/ know you by the name of Simon )
<misteranthropy>: (no one named S-i-m-o-n here)
<misteranthropy>: (but the business cards are all different than that!)
<thomamelas>: (The lighting bolt aimed at him misses by just a little bit. )
<desc>: Elithora peeks her head in the library to see what Aurela is up to during the Tense Phone Negotiations.
<misteranthropy>: (or it hits a dude 20 ft away, who happens to be named simon)
<jacobkosh>: “The traitorous Greek. A name to put a business partner at ease, ha ha ha. Tell me, what would your…community think of your consorting with the undead, eh?”
<misteranthropy>: “Not many would appreciate it. The members of my particular following are known for being more… pragmatic.”
<thomamelas>: Turns off the computer after saving his file and begins to prep gear. Isn’t sure how Sinon wants to play this so is preparing a small selection from the Goveners to some pump action shotguns. And like Eli suspected, they are all very neatly laid out.
<ell>: “Hey Eli. What’s up?”
<desc>: Elithora strolls in and leans against a desk next to Aurelia. “Not much. That was going to be my question, actually. Just wondering how you are doing?” She taps her finger to the tip of her nose. “My fate-sniffer says something’s been up and I think I can only guess at it in the most abstract.”
<jacobkosh>: “If you’re a businessman, Mr. Sinon, we can do business. Miss Sakova brought me your offer. For not anticipating the possibility that you were Mages – a possibility I have ways to prepare for – I had her lashed. It keeps them…ductile. If I say yes, when can I expect satisfaction?”
<ell>: Aurelia leans back in her chair and sighs. “I don’t know! Sunday night was a blur. A good blur but… I don’t know what’s next or what I’m doing or what.”
<misteranthropy>: “I would expect the job could be done tonight In order to apply my /talents/ I will need to see the object of your ire, preferably from a distance. If there is a delay on that front, then tomorrow night at the latest.”
<ell>: “I mean, I get that just because… um… things happened… I mean, I haven’t even talked to her since.” Aurelia pulls at her hair. “Oh god I mean… I thought it was supposed to be like, really special? Or something? I mean not that it wasn’t, I guess. I just don’t know Eli. I mean god it was great but now what?”
<desc>: "Well, I’ve never hooked up with the most famous woman on TV so I’m not a hundred percent sure what the protocol is. Wait, listen … on the dancefloor when you said “never” did you mean, you know, you know what or you know where don’t count legalese never or … Never never."
<jacobkosh>: “Object of my ire is overstating it, Mr. Sinon. I see it as the removal of a tacky souvenir of a moment of indiscretion better left forgotten. Redecoration.”
<ell>: “I don’t understand?”
<thomamelas>: Looks at the collection in front of him and gets out his cellphone, calling Traceur.
<misteranthropy>: “I think you misunderstand me, sir. In order to take on her visage, I must see Ms. Fang. I have reason to believe I know her movements for the veining and as long as I can get clear sight of her all should be well.”
<misteranthropy>: evening even
<misteranthropy>: although veining and vampires
<desc>: Elithora moves her fingers in vague circles. “I mean, with what you said: You have really for real never been with anyone before? Period, at all?” She catches herself and glances over her shoulder at the doorway but clearly there’s no one there.
<ell>: Aurelia looks around nervously. “I mean, Valentina, obviously.”
<desc>: “Right. Huh.” She ponders for a moment. “Cool!”
<jacobkosh>: “Maggie and her knitting circle will be dancing under the moon somewhere tonight, as is their wont. They like city parks and the like. Go softly, though – they have a bad habit of killing those who wander by.”
<jacobkosh>: “As for the brat, I expect fairly conclusive evidence that the deed is done. A body part, should you keep it from being ashed, or the terrified testimony of those idiots she travels with would suffice.”
<jacobkosh>: Thomamelas, Traceur picks up. “….BJ. It’s getting late. What’s going on?”
<jacobkosh>: (we’ll leave hunting Maggie for next week but feel free to hang out IC as long as you guys wnat, I’m not goin’ anywhere)
<thomamelas>: “I have a weird request. Do you know if the armory has a pair of derringers chambered in .410?”
<jacobkosh>: (or I say hunting, but you know where she’ll be tonight – the Botanical Gardens. I wasn’t sure if I was clear about that)
<jacobkosh>: “I….that is a weird request. I’ll have a look.”
<desc>: “Yeah. Good for you. It’s part of who you are. Maybe it was in your fate. You didn’t just let it happen with some creep when you were 15 after you drank a Lite Beer. Now you’ve taken the reins on your own. You’re tying your own knots in the strings.”
<misteranthropy>: (sorry for dragging this out over more than 2 sessions! i was glad we could work everyone in though)
<thomamelas>: (It’s a weird request. Not a hard to find gun combination, but not one owned by a lot of people.)
<jacobkosh>: (dude, don’t be sorry. remember, the mysterium map went from sidequest to 3 group sessions)
<jacobkosh>: (I fully anticipated this and also would not want to cheat anyone out of xxx vampire action)
<misteranthropy>: Sinon walks back to the library just in time to overhear some of the conversation. An awkward look forms on his face and he quietly exits.
<ell>: Aurelia just sort of leans forward and slumps on the desk. “Eli, I don’t know what’s up. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never even really dated anyone before. I don’t know if I even am now! Am I really in charge here? I mean, I don’t even know if I’m into… you know… am I? Am I a lesbian now? Is that how this works?”
<jacobkosh>: Thom, roll your Order status + Resources and we’ll let that decide if Traceur finds anything
<critical>: thomamelas, 3d10h8: 0 [3d10h8=5,4,3]
<thomamelas>: (A bit of a long shot with order status 1 and resources 2)
<ell>: (hahaha futurama. Forbidden Planet Hollywood: Where Tourists Come to Mingle with Tourists
<jacobkosh>: man it’s a good thing this didn’t turn into a combat session tonight
<jacobkosh>: critical is out for blood
<jacobkosh>: (Ell hahahaha)
<desc>: i’m not saying skynet but
<misteranthropy>: (and sinon’s wrath has never actually done anything)
<misteranthropy>: it’s like dude gets angry and… nothing.
<misteranthropy>: anti-hulk or something.
<jacobkosh>: (hahahah that’s true)
<jacobkosh>: “Don’t make me angry. You wouldn’t notice when I’m angry.”
<desc>: Eli touches Aurie’s back. “Um. I don’t know if you really even need to worry about it like that. If you’re interested in V, see what happens. Maybe you are, maybe you aren’t, maybe checkboxes are for sleepers.”
<ell>: “Maybe I guess.” Aurelia sighs wistfully. “God it was incredible though.”
<misteranthropy>: (i like the heartfelt conversation in the background of evil vampire wheeling-dealing. and that sinon can easily handle one, but the other leaves him so uncomfortable he exits the room almost immediately, making sure no one notices.)
<desc>: Eli raises her eyebrows and smirks a little. “Sounds better than my first time. I … hmm, did you get her number or anything? How are you supposed to get in touch with her? Or was it just …” She shuts herself up midsentence.
<jacobkosh>: (dude it is perfect. I love that we have two like hyper-competent skull and crossbones dudes and then these ladies going through ordinary lady things in the same house and it all works and sort of makes sense!)
<ell>: “Was it just what?”
<desc>: painting nails, updating pinterest, talking bout feels
<thomamelas>: Hangs up the phone at the no. Making a mental note to get some at some point. “Sinon, you around?”
<jacobkosh>: John le Carre and Anne Tyler and Anne Rice and the Illuminatus dudes write a book
<misteranthropy>: Sinon leans out from the sitting room and softly says, “In here.”
<ell>: god le Carre is the best spy novelist ever
<desc>: “Just, you know, spur of the moment. I mean, we all move in the same social circles such as it is, so … Doesn’t everyone just Facebook now anyway when they hook up?”
<desc>: don’t say “e-fueled booty call” don’t say “e-fueled booty call” don’t say “e-fueled booty call”
<thomamelas>: Walks in to the sitting room. “I think I am going to add some guns for our Mystagogues.” Takes a seat, rubbing his temples.
<misteranthropy>: “I can see why you have a headache, then.” Sinon notes dryly. “I think they’re having a girl chat in the other room.”
<misteranthropy>: “I may need to build another entrance to the attic.”
<ell>: “I don’t think the Guardians would like me talking about that on facebook, Eli. They’re such squares” She sticks her tongue out playfully and smiles.
<thomamelas>: “Ah. I am guessing about last sunday. It…was a night.” Tilts his head as a question in responce to the attic comment.
<desc>: ‘s certainly true. That’s why she sends them all up the wall. Valentina, I mean. Huh.”
<misteranthropy>: “Yes. I hope everyone had a good time.” Sinon sits down with a drink.
<misteranthropy>: (oh its late, need to get going to bed.)
<thomamelas>: (See ya)
<misteranthropy>: (jake, were you going to hand out xp for the prior sessions?)
<misteranthropy>: (if you are waiting tip we finish this, that’s cool, too)
<desc>: Elithora is clearly musing several competing thoughts. “Listen, you have my address, right?” She fishes her phone out of her pocket and sends the map point to Aurie to be sure. “Stop by this weekend? Let’s talk.”
<jacobkosh>: (I’ll hand some out, but I’ll email you about it – I need to go back and figure out how much everyone gets)
<jacobkosh>: (have a good night!)
<misteranthropy>: (have a good night all!)
<ell>: “Okay. I’ll be there.” Aurelia smiles
<desc>: (i’m not saying i have an excellent girltalk ritual and core image in mind to be cocky or brag, guys. i’m just reporting the news.)
<thomamelas>: So…GISing sexy male libarian returns one picture of Noah Wylie and a lot of not male libarians.
<ell>: (and scene)
<thomamelas>: Thinking about using this pic for BJ. Thoughts?
<desc>: dat jawline
<ell>: oh man
<jacobkosh>: looks good!
<thomamelas>: Well yes.
<jacobkosh>: he looks a little less dour than I picture BJ
<jacobkosh>: which is odd, usually male model types look super-cereal
<jacobkosh>: but that could just be BJ after finding a nice new gun
<thomamelas>: He’s not a gun nut. But it’s like being a mechanic and having tools. They just kind of accumlate.
<jacobkosh>: true dat
<jacobkosh>: for sessions 16, 17 and 18 take 5 reg and 2 arcane for meeting vammmmmpires