The Plaza Hotel [We're A Moving On Up!] 1/29 - ???

After chowing down on his feast Arden settles in for a long scry session.
He chooses a location at random, with a little help form Fate, from his search and begins.
{wits + Stealth + Space 22}

        As soon as Cassidy says 'sass cannon', Helena fucking loses it. She laughs so hard, after a while no sound comes out. When she finally manages to catch enough breath to speak again, she says - well, more gets in edgewise between gasps for air, "Oh gods! Ohh, ow. It hurts to laugh. Hee. That was damned priceless." Face all red, she waggles a finger at Cassidy. "And that right there is why I foresee us being good friends!" It probably hurts to talk, too, because she resorts to polite gestures to request another beverage when Cass gets up.

        Meanwhile, the vampire and the devil are headed out on their date, to go ice skating of all things (Just for fun, let's have Dex+Athletics rolls to see how hilariously you may or may not fall on your ass). Eventually, though, you have to head in to 30 Rock to see the Prince of New York...

Jude loaded up on sweets in the kitchen. She nodded to the little spirit, and out loud said "Thank you. I appreciate it." She went to pet the thing.

She went back and flopped on the couch and began to tear into the snacks. She giggled at the sass cannon comment. She held a snack towards Cassidy, offering it to him.

"I spoke with Grandfather and he said meetings were being held. The Pentacle has already convened and they may have to go speak with...Salmon? Solomon. And that's all I know right now. " she reported in before shoving a swiss roll in her mouth.

Cass grabbed a few pops from the fridge. He figured everyone would want one when they saw them. He set them on the tabel and had a seat. It was at that point he noticed the cake that Jude was offering. He accepted with a smile. 

"Thank you magical girl."

He unwrapped the cake and quickly ate it. After he was finished he came back to Helena's previous question.

"The manifestation is called the Pit. It's said to draw it's power from the underworld itself. With my cold wind key I could freeze a persons very soul, with the tear stained leave them in complete devastating isolation. If I trained with my grave dirt enough I could even call undead creatures to help me fight. It's a thing of pure torture." His expression changes a bit. He seems just a bit worried about the thoughts running through his head. "Normally I would never go near anything like it. I like to stick with manifestations and keys that have other uses then causing harm. It's why I passed on the chance to learn Pyre Flame, or the marionette. That was before though. We're about to fight a war and I have people who I desperately want to protect. I've grown very found of everyone since fate and the sausage king put us all together." He chuckles a bit. His eyes flash with curiosity. "Then again, it may be a bit of the monster inside of me. The cheif's thoughts and need sometimes bleed in. He was a warlord after all, eh?"

Cass hears Cin stir and looks back at her with a smile. "It is the fastest way. Also it would give me a chance to gain some of my resources back." He gets up, grabs a soda and walks over to the changling. "How are you holding up?"

Crux grins wide to the point of her eyes nearly being closed. "The point is *I* don't wanna be greedy either. But, yay!"

Bless Google Answers.

As they were asked, she nodded and replied sweetly, "Delsyn? She's on, eh, floor, 70. We just came in from out of town and are being expected to come in for this appointment."


(18 socialize roll)

        Crux: The second guard turns to the first, "Oh, yeah, one of the boss's 'out of towners'. Better let her in." The first guard still appears confused, but isn't about to argue - He may be the ranking guy on duty, but his compatriot is older, and everyone knows you don't question the old veteran.
    You ride the elevator to the top. An instrumental of 'The Girl from Ipanema' plays. You exit into an empty hallway; the directory points you to your destination. Curiously, there are no guards posted - well, at least that you can see. As you approach the door, you begin to overhear a somewhat heated exchange:
    A male voice: "May I remind you, Madam Delsyn, I am simply a negotiator, hired in accordance with the Los Angeles Concordat. If you wish to speak with my patrons directly, I shall arrange for further business to be conducted on neutral ground."
    An irritated sigh, followed by a female voice: "Yes, of course. My apologies. This is no fault of yours. Nor, I must admit, theirs - at least in part. LaCroix played with fire and we were all burned for his indiscretion!"
    The male voice: "The Wan Kuei did not take the betrayal and loss of Ming Xiao lightly."
    The female voice: "She was not BETRAYED by us! The Camarilla did NOT condone LaCroix's - forget it." She snarls. "Their philosophies demand we all shoulder the blame for one wayward member's mistakes, and I will waste no more time arguing. So, the east side docks?"
    The male voice: "Yes, though perhaps we should table this for the moment? One of yours and... one of mine..." He hesitates here, uncertain. "Is just outside the door."
    You hear footsteps, the scrape of a chair, and then the female voice: "Come in, then." You hear the lock click.

    The Penthouse: Helena takes a break from devouring her delicious steak and looks to Jude. "Do you always talk to the empty air or was that a spirit? Also, I feel like I know this already but I'm blanking; who's Solomon?"