Episode Four, Prelude

Compel: Daughter of Aphrodite, Bearer of Katoptris
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. You still awake from nightmares based on the scenarios you and the others had run through, had you failed. It has only been because of Siobhan, that you have maintained your sanity. Well, her and work.
You took Siobhan with you on your last photo shoot, this on in Milan, Italy. Three weeks on the Italian coast, in an Angel’s Swimwear shoot for Victoria’s Secret. The job came as a relief, ensuring you that your job remained safe and secure. You both needed the time away from the craziness (and monsters) of New York, even if it did mean you had to fly alone (as she took the Ways through the NeverNever to avoid the risk of flying).
You and Siobhan have been back in New York now for a week, and you are just beginning to think your life is returning to normal. You are touching up your makeup, as you and Siobhan prepare for a night out at Studio 54, when the phone rings.
Reluctantly, you answer. The voice on the other end speaks, “Andromeda Spiridakos? You may not know me, but I need your help. My name is Jennifer Smith.”
You do not recognize the voice, but the power behind it is unmistakable as that of a being of mythology. You also know that name. it was in your briefings back at Camp Halfblood, before you moved to Manhattan. Jennifer Smith is in reality, the muse, Calliope.
“My help? What can I do?” you respond. After all, the Muses are connected to the arts, and to the Olympians. Your curiosity is piqued, as is your sense of duty.
“I..can’t explain this very well over the phone, but, well, something is weakening me. Can you come to my lodgings in 5Pointz tomorrow afternoon, say about 4 PM?”
Your concern is evident as you agree to the meeting. Jennifer Smith continues, “Also, please, bring your friends. You know the ones I mean. The ones who helped you deal with Lazarus.”
You are a bit surprised at her knowledge of your associates, but you agree. Jennifer thanks you and the call ends. As you hang up the phone, Siobhan emerges form the bedroom, and notices the look of concern on your face, “What’s the matter?” she asks.
You look up, “I don;t know, but I have a bad feeling about this.” you then explain to her the meeting tomorrow, and Calliope’s request.
“I think you should go to the meeting. Contact the others, but be quick about it. We have dancing to do tonite.”
You quickly make the rounds, contacting each of your ‘associates’, finding it a bit more than coincidental that many of them already have knowledge of the situation. They all agree to meet up with Jennifer, and you look at Siobhan as you end your last call.
“All set?” she asks. You nod your head. She then grabs your hand and drags you form the apartment, "Good. Then lets go enjoy tonite, before you get dragged into another world saving effort.
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)

Compel: Professor of the White Council
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. The week following Akon’s defeat, you and Patricia spent together, cleaning up the remnants of Akon’s minions. While his death destroyed most of his undead, the two of you discovered several pockets of zombies, now mindlessly doing whatever, throughout the City. You both felt it was best if you denied The Mastwer accdess to such resources, and destroyed them.
Two weeks following Akon’s death, Violet Marten returned to New york. She showed up at the doorstep of your home one evening, to ‘run you through the basics of wardening’. She also interrupted a romantic dinner you and Patricia were having that night, but you felt duty bound to hear her out. Patricia remained, and you got the feeling she didn’t like Violet too much. You wrote it off though to jealousy though, considering that a good part of Violet’s discussions included some fairly blatant attempts to flirt with you, and your ego felt the better for it. The meeting boiled down to ’I’m the Senior Warden, and don;t argue with me’ talk from Violet. After Violet departed, you were fairly certain you and she were going to come to loggerheads over several issues.
The past two weeks, you have spent in a fruitless effort to locate The Master, or any of Akon’s materials that were taken. You are positive that The Master used you and the others as pawns to eliminate Akon and to get Akon’s research. Unfortunately, you have very little else to go on, other than Akon’s assumption that The Master is Cowl, an assumption that after your brief meeting with The Master, you feel is an incorrect one. Description of Cowl in Council Records are vague beyond the whole ‘Darth Bathrobe’ dubbing of Harry Dresden, but all accounts agree his voice was much like that of Vincent Price. The Master sounded much more like James Earl Jones. One thing is certain in your mind though, you’re not seen or heard the last of The Master.
Your thoughts this evening, as you prepare for an evening at the Metropolitan Opera with Patricia, are interrupted by the phone ringing. When you answer, a voice says, “The Sun is shining”. You recognize this as the code for a Warden related call, and respond back, “But the Ice is Slippery”.
After giving the proper response, the Italian accented voice on the phone continues, “Warden Fisher, this is Captain Luccio. The White Council has received a request of assistance from a most unusual source, and after discussion between myself and the Senior Council, it was agreed that this task fell much more into your areas of expertise than that of Warden Marten.”
The Commander of the Wardens pauses for a moment, then continues, “The Greek Muse, Calliope, has requested White Council assistance. She claims someone or something, is draining her power, and desires our assistance in determining the cause and helping her remedy the situation. She goes by the guise of Jennifer Smith, a denizen of 5Pointz in New york, and a meeting can be arranged. Unfortunately, that is all the information we have at this time. Contact Ms. Smith and arrange a meeting and discover the source of the power drain.”
You agree and after clarifying a few points, end the call. You reach for a phone book, to look up Jennifer Smith’s phone number, when your phone rings again. this time, it’s Andromeda, requesting your accompany her (and apparently the rest of ‘the gang’ to a meeting with the Muse, Calliope. Not believing in coincidences one bit, you agree to meet with Andromeda and the others tomorrow afternoon, then return to finish your preparations and meet up with Patricia for the evening.
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)

Compel: Why does this weirdness always Happen to me
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. After recovering from your injuries, you decided to relax, and spent some quality time with Serena, time which included assisting her with her work. You and she only recently returned to New York, after a lengthy visit to Vancouver, where you helped her ‘acquire’ some rare antiques from the museum there. Serena claims they are quite valuable, and some are even potentially dangerous. You trust her opinion, considering your more recent experiences, even if you do find it odd that she sends some of the ‘home’ and the others she arranges buyers for.
You did enjoy the time though. Simple, straightforward, and no monsters or wizards, or vampires of the purple court, trying to kill you. No bullet wounds, and no rushed jobs. Serena treated you professionally on the job, letting you do things at a pace which made you comfortable and let you successfully acquire the items she needed. It also let you spend plenty of time with Serena, enjoying the city and it’s sights, but even more so, the company.
Tonite though, you are buy yourself. You planned on a relaxing evening of Television and books, with some beer and snacks, when the phone rings. Answering it, you recognize the voice of Andromeda. Immediately, you grow concerned, and her reason for the call is even more cause for concern on your part. Frighteningly enough, The Shower Whisperer seems to be making sense for once. She’s calm, and asks you to accompany her, and apparently the rest of ‘the gang’, to a meeting with one Jennifer Smith, who she claims in a muse named Calliope. After discussing it with Andromeda for several minutes, she persuades you, reluctantly, to join the others for the meeting tomorrow afternoon.
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)

Compel: Loves a good story
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. After filling out the mountain of paperwork at The Agency (which Cameron finished in 1/2 the time it took you, much to your chagrin), you took some well deserved time off. Your superiors were concerned at your report details showing that ‘the Master’ had gotten away with all of Akon’s research, but the disaster was averted for now, and thankfully, The Director had assigned two other agents, Agents James Edwards III and Axel Foley, to look into ‘The Master’. Considering the two agents had taken care of the mess at Riker’s Island caused by Akon’s ‘thralls’, you felt it was well handled.
You spent the two weeks following Akon’s defeat getting in some quality time with Chuck, exploring your geekier side, as he introduced you to some of his esoteric hobbies, including his addiction to Galaxies of Starcraft. while you didn’t get addicted to the game, you enjoyed it, though you did learn to share his hatred of a max level Protoss Templar named Jayne, who kept destroying you both in PVP.
The past two weeks were relatively uneventful, except for the surprise visit from your parents, and your first involuntary foray into The Game.
Your parents apparently saw you at the Gala broadcast, and, using their skills and contacts, learned of where you were. The reunion was a happy one, if a surprise to you. You spent several days with them, playing NYC tour guide during the day, and having long conversations with them in the evening. They left, off on yet another mission, just as your three week vacation came to an end.
On your way to the office this morning, your immortal sense went off. Thinking it was probably another agent like yourself, as you were in The Agency’s parking garage, you paid it little mind, until you caught the reflection of a 20-something black man with a sword, in the elevator doors. You quickly dodged the attack, pulling your sword from your Messenger Bag, and an extensive sword fight ensued, ending only when you took his head. Lightning flashed, ‘music blared’ and you experienced your first Quickening. This, and the damage in the garage, of course, necessitated another lengthy report be filed. A report, which, is why you are late getting home from work, on a Friday, no less.
As you enter your apartment, contemplating whether you feel like cooking or ordering dinner out, your phone rings. Answering it tiredly, you recognize the voice as Cameron’s.
“Jane? I’ll keep this short as I know you got home late. Romy just called. There’s problems with the Muse Calliope. Didn’t even know she lived in New York, but apparently, she does. She wants Romy’s help, and ours. Also, seems Winter is interested, as Terri just got this…Oh stop it Terri, she’ll find out tomorrow anyhow. Sorry, Terri’s barking at me again. Where was I? Oh, yes…The Winter queen wants Terri to look into Calliope’s problem.” Cameron goes on for several minutes more and ends with giving you a time and place to meet up with the others, tomorrow, before she ends the call.
Tiredly, you collapse into a chair and order take out to be delivers, curiosity about tomorrow restoring alertness to your brain.
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)

Compel: D.A.‘s Hound, Lea’s Bitch
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. You don’t know what you find more satisfying, the final annihilation of Risa Hirano, or the end of the Scourge Plague that Akon had designed. You spent some time in recovery from your injuries, (time which was made easier with Dragonfly visiting you repeatedly) but you have finally returned home. The previous evening you spent with Cameron and Dragonfly, Cameron recounting the date that V.S. took her on, and you and Dragonfly giving the young woman more advice on how to proceed.
Friday evening rolls around, and you return to your apartment, with a smile on your face, another hard day of work in the D.A.’s office behind you. You open the door, and smell a wonderful dinner cooking. Cameron is at it again, apparently. You are surprised though, as she is seemingly not alone. You hear Cameron obviously speaking with someone in the kitchen, and it does not sound like a telephone conversation.
You walk into the kitchen, seeing Cameron at the stove, cooking dinner, as you expected. Sitting at the kitchen table however, is a young woman who’s presence sends chills down your spine. A beautiful young woman with dreadlocks dyed in different shades of pale blue, green, and purple, sits talking to Cameron. She’s wearing jeans tight enough to have been painted on, Knee high black leather boots, and a t-shirt that says ‘your boyfriend wants me’. Maeve, the Winter Lady, smiles as she sees you enter, the gold stud in her nose shining in the light, her cat-like eyes shining.
“Ah, Terri. Your charming roommate here was just keeping me company while I awaited your return home.”
Your senses scream immediately that something is wrong. Maeve is NEVER this polite. You sit down at her gesture, asking her, politely, why she is in your apartment.
“I am here at the bidding of The Queen. A request for assistance from a valued ally has been submitted to The Winter Court, and after consulting with her Handmaiden, it was decided that you were the best bitch for the job.”
You shake your head. Mab, Maeve, AND Lea all agreeing to use you for something, can only mean bad news.
You motion for The Winter Lady to continue. “I volunteered to bring the missive myself, as I was…curious, about how you fared. That, and I wanted to see for myself, the one who melted the dragonfly’s heart. A strong rival has been weakened by your actions, and I felt that delivering this task to you myself, rather than your mother delivering it, was the least I could do as recompense.”
Maeve smiles again, handing you a very official looking scroll, encased in a tube of ice. The ice melts at your touch, the scroll unrolling, as it begins to speak in a deep, resonating, voice (sounds like the admiral form Mass Effect/Goliath from Gargoyles.)
“Terri Foster, Hound of Winter, is charged by Her Majesty, The Winter Queen, to answer the request of assistance by the Muse, Calliope. The Winter Queen values the assistance the Muse Calliope has given the Winter Court in past endeavors, and she, and her advisers, feel strongly that The Hound is the perfect means to properly repaying the debt owed the Muse. In exchange, should The Hound be successful in completing the task set before her, The Winter Queen will absolve The Winter Hound of all debt accrued to both The Queen’s Hand as well as that debt owed to the Handmaiden, The Leananshidhe.”
The scroll’s speech ends, and Cameron looks at you questioningly, as she dishes up a wonderful dinner of Chicken Parmigiana and Garlic Bread. It is obvious that the Android is curious, but has learned to not ask about things related to Winter, unless you wish to share them. Dinner is consumed in relative silence, as you consider your best course of action, as well as the words of both the Missive, and of Maeve.
As Cameron begins to clean up from dinner, your phone rings. You ignore it, only to have Cameron answer it on the third ring.
“Hello? Romy. How are you? What? Yes…hold on a moment, I’ll get her.”
Cameron then moves next to your chair, handing you a second phone, “Take it. It’s Andromeda. She needs to speak to us both, about going to a meeting with her tomorrow, to talk to someone named Jennifer Smith. She says Jennifer Smith is the Muse, Calliope.”
The last statement catches your attention and you take the phone, listening to Andromeda’s explanation. Before you can agree to go, Cameron chimes in, “Of course we’ll help Romy. I’ll call Jane for you as well and fill her in. Where do you want to meet?”
A meeting is arranged for tomorrow evening, and Andromeda hangs up. You look at Cameron, slightly angered at her answering for you both.
“What? You and Andromeda are on the same task, and therefore it was logical to agree to go. Also, she is a friend, and I always help my friends. So do you. And finally, it was obvious she was contacting the rest of ‘the gang’, so, I might as well contact Jane. She is my partner, after all, and it saves Romy a call.”
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)

Compel: Everyone comes to the Flame (of Knowledge)
It has been a little over a month now since your destruction of David Akon, and his mad plan to destroy New york with his Scourge Plague. The two weeks after Akon’s defeat, were spent with you recovering from your injuries. Daily, Cameron came to visit you, concern for you on her face. More than once she apologized for now being able to keep you from being injured, and you assured her it was not her fault. Several times, Dolores accompanied her, and it was obvious that Cameron and her were becoming friends.
When you returned from recovery, you discovered that Cameron and Dolores had spent the time you were recovering, cleaning and re-organizing The Flam of Knowledge, just as you had envisioned doing with them. You thanked them both, and they both seem touched by your praise of their efforts.
Your Broadway date with Cameron went splendidly, and did not end with her killing anyone, or anything trying to rip off your face. Surprisingly, it went as well as you imagined, and you found yourself, for the first time, seeing Cameron as a woman and not a killing machine.
The past several days have been spent idly enjoying your collection and taking care of customers, with the occasional visit from Cameron, who seems more than eager to help Dolores around the shop. Friday evening rolls around, and Cameron and Dolores have just departed, the android giving Dolores a ride home, when a woman enters. The woman is about 5’10", long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very curvy figure beneath a modest pair of jeans and white blouse.
You look at her, telling her the shop is about to close for the evening. She smiles, and the look on her face seems…inspirational. Your mind swirls with thoughts and ideas, the urge to paint or write, racing through your brain. She sees the expression on your face and looks away. As she does,the ‘inspirational thoughts’ die down.
“I’m sorry for that. I seem to be losing control over what power remains to me.”
You look at her, confused at her statement.
“I know you’re closing soon, Mr. Ramachandran. But, you’re one fo the few people I know of who might be able to help me.”
Oh no, you think, here we go again. You look around to make sure the emergency exit is not blocked.
“My name is Jennifer Smith. Well, that’s the name everyone knows me by her in New york. my real name is Calliope. I’m one of the Muses.”
If you hadn;t gotten hit with the wave of inspiration, you might doubt that statement. You motion for her to continue.
“I have a problem. Something, or someone, has been siphoning my power. Weakening me, and lessening my ability to control it. Please…can you help me?”
The tone of her voice is one of desperation, and you find yourself agreeing to help her.
“Oh, thank you. I have to go now. I can;t remain away from 5Pointz for every long in my current state. I contacted one of your friends, Andromeda, and she also agreed to help. She;s meeting with me at my home, tomorrow afternoon. So, I guess I’ll see you there?”
You nod, and the Muse grabs you, and quickly thanks you again, planting a red lipstick kiss on your right cheek, before she leaves.
Shortly after she departs, you lock the front door and make your way up to your apartment, only to hear your phone ringing. You answer it, and discover it is Andromeda, contacting you about Calliope’s predicament. Having already told the muse you would help her, you quickly agree to Andromeda’s request of meeting, arranging a time to meet up tomorrow afternoon.
(The session will begin the afternoon of Saturday, May 11, 2013)