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Post by crux on Dec 11, 2015 0:24:47 GMT -5
"Wheee!" Crux tumbled ungracefully into the van to cuddle her new Pet. "MM, are you doing alright? I think.. I want to know your given name. But your name, for me, is Detective Mittens."
The lanky vampire cooed and curled up in the changing Police Officer's lap.
All the while, she knew they were in a rush, but.. it would be uncouth to not hand out the Canadian Hospitality she was bred with to her new ghoul.
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 11, 2015 0:52:33 GMT -5
The cop, starting to come down off the madness and actually get calm, manages to stammer out an answer. "I-It's... ah, uh, O-Officer Martin. M-Mistress. George Martin., Chicago P-P.D." Traffic is a bit of a mess just now, and you can hear several sirens approaching the general area.
I need a Dex+Drive roll from Cassidy - you are fleeing the scene of a crime in a city that's slowly falling apart, after all.
Also, I'd like Wits+Composure rolls from everyone (modified by Auspex for Crux or the relative spheres of whatever mage sight Jude wishes to use).
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Post by crux on Dec 11, 2015 9:50:20 GMT -5
[ rolled a total 22, also fishing for a faceclaim for Mittens ]
"Alright, George.." Crux began in a low, saccharine voice anybody who hasn't slept with her would not recognize, "I'm going to call you Mittens, alright? And.. don't worry about the voices as you hear them, they're here for us. I am Crux, this is Karen. In Karen we trust, do you understand, Officer Mittens?"
The vampire hugged him in a spooky, possessive way, and looked to the group. "Mittens is with us, now. He can do day errands for us or do things on my behalf."
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 11, 2015 14:36:50 GMT -5
With a drive test of 28, the approaching patrol cars are successfully evaded - barely, but successfully. As you wind your way through the streets, Crux notices something rather odd; there's quite a bit more vegetation than you remember. Whether it's weeds squeezing through cracks in the asphalt, tree roots breaking through the concrete of the sidewalk, or creeper vines climbing up the sides of buildings... the city is much more verdant than before. Ysolda descends into a meditative trance; her regeneration accelerates while in this state. Officer Mittens mumbles, "In Karen we trust."
What will you do now?
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Post by cassidy on Dec 11, 2015 18:57:49 GMT -5
{Nat 20 on wits composure.}
Cass Starts driving. He notices he barely gets out of the area, but can't really figure out why. He's a better driver than that, right? It is at this point he looks down at his dangling loose jacket sleeve. He forgot to reattach his arm.
"Well shit."
He sighed. He glanced back quickly and saw it laying on the floor between Jude and Crux.
"Hey, can one of yall give me a hand, eh?"
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Post by cinnamon on Dec 11, 2015 20:19:41 GMT -5
After a longer shift, Cinnamon had come home, showered, and plopped herself on the couch to unwind and watch TV. She hadn't found anything too interesting so it didn't take long for her to pass out. Though it wasn't "news time", that is what she woke up to. Bird's eye images of fire and destruction downtown. The talking heads spoke of some sort of DUI checkpoint where all literal hell had broken loose; two uniforms are down, four are missing, and somehow a patrol car got flipped and a streetlamp knocked over. Cin sat up, scooting to the edge of the couch and frowned at the TV. With how things were going lately, she had very little doubt she knew who would have been involved in this. Grabbing her phone, she opened her conversation with Crux and sent a message: <Uh...wut did i miss? no nething bout the fire and missing pigs @ dui check?>Hitting send, she dropped the phone on the couch beside her and leaned back. "What the fuck is going on out there?" she mused to no one. Scrubbing a slim hand over her face, Cinnamon clicked off the TV and decided to put some clothes on. Sweatpants and a loose tank. If they weren't final-dead or something, she wanted to meet up with her crazies and figure out what was going on. Plus she had some things she felt she should fill them in on.  |
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 11, 2015 22:43:52 GMT -5
Now that Cassidy thinks about it... he's only sort of deciding where they go. Something is... redirecting you. You're turning down streets and ending up at intersections you shouldn't be. The creepers and vines are always around when you notice this phenomenon.
Once Cinnamon gets onto the streets, Cinnamon encounters the exact same phenomenon. She notices it immediately, because it's the 'physics' of the Hedge; it reacts to intent and will - specifically, in this case, Cinnamon's intent to meet up with the rest of the group. The city is steering you to a rendezvous location (Wits+Academics for the folks in the van to make a guess where. For Cinnamon, it's either A) a Wits+Survival roll, or B) if you have Contracts of Dream 1 - Pathfinder, you can use that contract to read the nature of this strange Hedge intrusion. If you do not have the Contract but have the XP to buy it, you may do so without penalty at this time).
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Post by cassidy on Dec 11, 2015 22:58:01 GMT -5
{upping my academics to 3, and my roll total is 24}
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Post by cinnamon on Dec 11, 2015 23:25:24 GMT -5
{I have Pathfinder. total is 14 >.< + a willpower bc i roll shit. }
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Post by crux on Dec 12, 2015 0:01:26 GMT -5
[got a 16]
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 12, 2015 0:03:22 GMT -5
Using the Pathfinder Clause of the Contracts of Dreams, Cinnamon can trace the Hedge path to the Garfield Park Conservatory.
The Conservatory has been used as a Hedge Gate before. As an established opening, it's more likely to attract the denizens of the Hedge... for good or for ill. Knowing the destination, you could expedite your travel, or attempt to seek out a different location through the Thorns.
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Post by crux on Dec 12, 2015 0:15:00 GMT -5
The Vampire sends a string of texts. First, to Cinnamon. Then, to Joseph, then, to Johann. She also motioned to Cassidy to stop where he could so Officer Mittens could go prove his worth in creating a story. As she typed, she tried her hardest to Cobweb Solomon, so he could know from the images in her mind what they'd been dealing with.
<Cinn, I got a pig as a pet, he's a cutie. Text Gloria and I'll text Joseph about where to meet.. you know anything about these trees n shit? what's going on? Gonna let my pig go and see if he can come up with an excuse. Meet you.. wherever. xoxox Crux xoxo>
<Being made to follow the leaves. Also follow the leaves if you can. Pigs had teeth. xoxox Crux xoxox>
<Hey sweetie seen the news? Got problems, big ones. I have a pet piggie now though so it may help. Following some leaves somewhere. Be careful! Nobody like us can get out of the city. Xoxoxo Crux xoxoxoX Ps- Can I nibble you? I have a theory, and if you've never been bitten before I promise it's funtimes. ;-* >
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 12, 2015 2:26:29 GMT -5
Crux hears nothing in response through the Cobweb - not particularly surprising, given its nature - but her message was sent... she thinks (More reliable control of the Cobweb can be established through buying an eponymous Merit at normal cost, if you so wish. The Telepathy granted by Auspex 4 can also make limited use of the Cobweb).
From Joseph, who obviously has not mastered capitalization or punctuation: <yes pigs have teeth. is that important also i dont know what you mean by leaves. these creeper vines though are important. their spread will tell us how fast the walls of reality are falling. gloria and i have not yet found a suitable site but she believes we are close. we will contact you when we find something>
From Johann: <Yeah, I saw we made the Evening News. Cool. 9th time I've done that. One more and I get a set of steak knives. So, can't get out huh? I bet that means I can't get back, either... Then again, Devils have tricks most of y'all ain't even heard of, much less seen. I'll look into it. And if you're willing to chance it, then I suppose you can nibble on me. Watch yourself out there, sweet cheeks.>
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jude
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Post by jude on Dec 12, 2015 6:35:28 GMT -5
(if you still need my wits+academics It was 11. This die hates me)
Jude watched everyone with interest and caution as the drive down the road to God only knows. She really did wonder what life choices brought her here. Getting into a food truck with strangers that just so happened to be looking for the same thing she was, was probably the biggest turning point.
She would never trust a food truck again.
Tucking her legs against her chest, she finally spoke without freaking out about stabbing people. "Soo..."
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Dec 12, 2015 13:19:18 GMT -5
"Never been in a fight before, huh?" Ysolda opens one eye just enough to peek at Jude. "Yeah, I know the type. Walked the Wilds and taken up by the sheer force of life, decided to be a healer? Sorry, disciple." She stirs fully from her reverie and starts unbraiding and rebraiding her hair; she's probably never cut it in her life - some sort of warrior tradition - as it is very long and a bit wild. "Sooner or later, the harsh realities of the Wilds were guaranteed to catch up with you. Nothing survives without fighting for its life, literally and metaphorically. And Fate," A chuckle, "Fate is both very choosy and not as choosy as we think. Helena always said it was more an opportunistic list of qualifications than anything. You meet them, you show up, you get the job. I'm betting Greatfather read the omens and you came right to the top?" She pauses for a moment, looks Jude up and down. "Want me to do yours next? Getting my hair done always calmed me down."
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