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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 17, 2015 8:10:56 GMT -5
To Cinnamon: <I'll pencil you in. Let's say 8 pm so your nocturnal associates can come along if they wish.>
To Cassidy: "Sorry, Chief. We've got some municipal workers, but mostly CPD and EMTs. You want transit, you gotta go to the Vamps. You want haunts on the other hand, take your pick; plenty left over from the fire. I'd start at the Palmer House - it's got three renovations and a hundred forty years of history. Good hunting."
To Crux: "Never been called a 'hobby' before," Johann doesn't seem to be sure whether he should be mildly amused, or extremely amused. "I suppose I'm okay with it from time to time." He gets up and heads for the door. "I'm gonna have another drink. Want something?" He steps out into the common area as Cinnamon goes to leave. "Later, Fairest." Incidentally, he didn't bother getting dressed and while he is not particularly large in frame - lending him an unassuming quality in that long jacket he wears - it turns out he's ripped. ( Strength 6, to put it in mechanical terms - and yes, I'm doing this on purpose to mess with Cinnamon <.< He's just a Devil and therefore doesn't give two shits about modesty ) "Cass, double whiskey? Neat?"
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Post by crux on Nov 17, 2015 11:15:29 GMT -5
"Mmmm... A shot of that bloody cocktail, I think. Mhm," she smiled, coincidentally looking at Johann walk away. Turns out she hardly seemed to notice his physique. As Cinnamon spoke, Crux innocently replied, "Okay, thank you! Sleep and whatever it is you need to do to do things more you-ish-ly!"
Then, she poked her head out of the door while burrito-ed, scowling instantly. "Karen! Why didn't you drink your juice? You asked for a cocktail and didn't even try some..." Then, a pause. "Oh, I see. Well, if it was still fun, you should probably try it now... No, I'm not dressed, but the comforter is super comforting. Oh, no... I should ask, Thanks!"
"Mister hobby~" She continued in a singsong voice, "And Gloria~" Crux grinned broadly. "Karen reminded me to ask, but... is it even possible for me to feed on you? Or is it a Cassidy situation? Oh, Hi, Cassidy."
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Post by cassidy on Nov 17, 2015 11:33:39 GMT -5
"Damn, that's what I thought. Can't blame a guy for trying. Bye"
Cassidy hangs up the phone just as Gutenberg emerges. He tries his best not to stare but pays attention when called.
Cassidy prepares Gutenberg's drink and hands it off to him. Cassidy yells at crux before he begins to mix her blood cocktail.
"Crux, get yer ass dressed and get out here! I have an actual question for you."
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Post by cinnamon on Nov 17, 2015 21:25:38 GMT -5
(Please note: Cinnamon is freaking the fuck out while leaving in reaction to seeing Johann naked. Rolled a 3 on keeping composure with that. LOLs)
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Post by crux on Nov 17, 2015 22:36:51 GMT -5
With a groan of both confusion and general laziness, Crux simply drops the duvet and puts her hot pants and bra back on, figuring that to be enough clothing. It's to be noted that she is a lot smaller than she seems dressed- only about 5'4, with her hair deflated and barefoot. "What's.. huh? Questions?" She takes her drink and sips it. [ Looks like this sans eyeglasses,  FYI ] |
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Post by cassidy on Nov 17, 2015 22:42:13 GMT -5
"Yeah, just got off the phone with a contact. I'm trying to find that spectre. Seems he's hanging around in the railways and picking off transit workers. I was seeing if they could get me some transit uniforms and paper work so I could sneak in."
Cass pours himself another drink. A bit lighter on the whiskey and heavier on the ginger.
"They said that I would need to get in contact with Vampires. Do any of your group run things down there? Could you happen to know who I would need to get in contact with?"
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 17, 2015 22:51:45 GMT -5
Gloria's brow furrows in response to Crux's question. "You know, I've never had a vampire try. I dunno. Johann?"
"Not sure," He says, shrugging. "Someone may have tried it once, but I can't recall off the top of my head. I've been wandering around on Earth a long fucking time." All the color in his eyes fades to black as he stares off into space, retreating into memory.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 23:06:43 GMT -5
Annie finally receives her phone back from her week long grounding. She stares blankly at her cell phone screen as she goes through 329 seconds of missed snapchats from her adventuring buddies. She cautiously pushes down on the notification.
'What the fuck are those idiots doing?' she wonders as each six second story plays itself over. Annie turns her phone off. She isn't ready to deal with this. With a sigh she sends out a group text.
"Hey guys. Sry to b afk. lemme kno when we are meeting again. kthx 4 the snapchats. Bai." She hits send and tosses her phone off to the side.
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Post by crux on Nov 17, 2015 23:53:44 GMT -5
Crux rubbed her head and thought for a moment. Then, she turned to Karen first, followed by Johann. "Uh...do either of you know where I threw my phone? I don't remember if it was in the party room or in the party bedroom... I feel like.. hm.. Okay, thanks, Karen."
Karen's inaudible answer led Crux to her phone, stuck in the sofa, and she sent out a few texts.
To Anhura:
<Omg lol we all almost died. No biggie. Also I had sex with the inventor of the printing press! Yay! Wish you were here!>
And then, to her contacts at both ends of the social ladder:
<Need some Transit contacts, maybe disguises. Anybody know who works there? PS, Karen says hi. xoxo Crux xoxo>
[Int+pol = 13 ; Int+streetwise = 19]
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Post by thevoiceofgod on Nov 19, 2015 19:19:02 GMT -5
To Crux: You get a text message. The sender, incidentally, is that guy whose contact info picture is the dapper jumping spiders who wears water droplet bowler hats. <Yeah we got something for you. CabConnect on Lawrence Avenue, side door, any time between dusk and dawn. Ask for the Hacklemesh Weaver by family name.>
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