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Chapter Four: Goth Night

Scene One: The Freehold
mgrasso> OK, as I said, when we left off, we were at the freehold, having just spoken with the fox pooka Analise. She gave us a hangout where Tara has been seen in the past.
mgrasso> And, as a reminder, before goth night on Thursday night, you can all regain your Glamour and eliminate your Banality from staying at the freehold.
mgrasso> OK, let's get into character.
*** Mandy is now known as James
*** Erica is now known as Gemma
*** Sam is now known as Jack
*** Julia is now known as Ingrid
*** mgrasso sets mode: +o Jack
mgrasso> So, I'd like to know if anyone needs to do anything before Thursday night at the Velvet Tea Garden.
Ingrid> I need to go shopping for something to ear. :)
Ingrid> wear
James> Just as james did not know how to dress fancy, he does not know how to dress goth either.
mgrasso> All righty. You're going to actually dress up for this, Ingrid?
Ingrid> Oh, can I take James shopping?
Ingrid> No, I just like shopping.
mgrasso> Ah, I gotcha.
* Gemma pictures Ingrid in Ritzy Goth wear.
Ingrid> I'll probably buy something black. A jacket, maybe.
mgrasso> (I, personally, can't wait to see what Jack wears. :) )
Jack> (oog)
Gemma> Bondage pants!
Ingrid> (it's a femmy rpg! :D)
James> James doesnot understand why his t-shirt and jeans arn't acceptable- what ever happened to nintey's grunge?- he laments.
mgrasso> (*smirk*)
Gemma> Aww, poor James. Did he do the research on the net to see that all the hot gothbois are wearing skirts this season?
James> yup-with the pantyhose as sleves- go fig.
mgrasso> Is there any sort of plan for confronting Tara, if we happen to find her there?
James> i could ravage her... =)
Ingrid> can you ravage fae?
mgrasso> Sure, James has done it many times. :)
* James beams
James> =)
mgrasso> Are there any other plans? (I figure we're discussing this over email)
mgrasso> Over Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday during the day.
James> do we want to confront her this time- or merely observe and follow?
mgrasso> (keeps quiet in hopes of inter-party discussion)
James> (lol)
Gemma> Maybe both tonight, if there's time.
Ingrid> I would like to get a look around before we confront her.
Gemma> Observe first, then maybe follow, then confront. Then exchange glitter tips.
James> I'd atleast like to get tabs on her POR.
Gemma> POR?
James> Place Of Residence
mgrasso> Ah, you wanna do some hacking, James?
James> =)
James> do fish swim?
mgrasso> All right! Did you have a last name, though?
James> hmmm... maybe we could look for the fox pooka again, in that 3day interim period?
Ingrid> You guys go ahead and look for her. Count me out of that.
mgrasso> James: sure, you wanna talk to her yourself, or take Gemma?
Gemma> Take me!
James> I'd just as soon bring Gem if she'll come.
mgrasso> OK, I'll do that here in the room.
mgrasso> Quickly, so we can move along. :)
Gemma> Anything to get away from the office.
mgrasso> You meet up with Analise on Wednesday night.
mgrasso> She appraises you coolly as the two of you walk up to her usual den in the main hall of the freehold.
mgrasso> "Still planning on going after the little faun?"
James> hey- foxxy lady... yeah, we were hoping you could give us some more info
Ingrid> (oh, smooth, James. :)
* Gemma rolls her eyes and pinches James
James> (fox pooka, he couldn't help it)
mgrasso> Analise smiles, staring deep into James' soul. "Information? From me? Well, all right, if you think it's wise..."
Gemma> It'd be interesting, anyway.
James> hey- it couldn't bee to damaging pooka- anything's better than nothing.
James> we need a last name, an adress, and any alliesses(sp.)... can you help?
mgrasso> "Very well. Well, Tara fancies herself quite the muse; she's always had a thing for older artists and older men in general."
mgrasso> "Hmm, aliases... the only name I've ever heard her use is Tara Elcott."
mgrasso> "Whether that's her real name or not, I don't know."
James> it's enough- you know where the furk she lives?
mgrasso> "Nope. We never met in each other's homes."
Gemma> Know her phone number?
James> thanks any way- I know I can always trust a pooka
* James laughs hartily
mgrasso> "Phones? Not my way of communicating, kittie."
James> e-mail?
Jack> !dice 5 6
* DiceWell Jack rolls 5d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 6 3 1 2 7
Gemma> Then how do you communicate, foxy?
Ingrid> !dice 4 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 5 3 4 8
mgrasso> "A girl has to have some secrets, of course, you understand, Sister Gemma, hmm? How's your Mistress these days, hmm?"
mgrasso> Analise eyes Gemma warily.
* Gemma smiles a little crookedly
* James does one of the things he's best at- stands there confused
Gemma> How do you think she is?
James> who? who is?
mgrasso> Analise licks her lips, tiny canine teeth poking into her red lips. "Oh, busy, I imagine."
Gemma> Oh, quite. Quite.
James> hu?
* Gemma lightly pats James on the back
Gemma> Girl stuff, James.
Gemma> Don't worry about it.
mgrasso> Analise says to James, "You should take this boy... ahem, 'south of the border' some night."
* Gemma looks James over
Gemma> Hmm -- n-no. No.
Gemma> Not this one.
James> wah?
Ingrid> Do you really think that would be necessary?
Ingrid> (oops, sorry)
Jack> !dice 3 5
* DiceWell Jack rolls 3d10 at difficulty 5. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 3 9 6
* James looks confused and hurt
Gemma> It's nothing personal, James. I just don't think it'd be your thing.
mgrasso> Analise smiles and says, "HE couldn't handle it, Gemma dear. You're right. But I still think your Mistress is an animal who should stick to her own business."
James> -WHAT- would be my thing?
James> hey pooka- watch yourself- I can handle anyhting.
Gemma> And here I thought she stuck to her business very well.
Gemma> Besides, I wouldn't *want* him to handle it, doll.
mgrasso> "Hmph," Analise says. "I won't say anything more." She looks accusingly at Gemma.
James> AM I not -here- or something? what the furk?
* Gemma looks just as coldly back
Gemma> Let's go, James.
mgrasso> Analise literally bites her tongue until James and Gemma leave.
James> gladly
* James makes a visible deal of playing with Gemmas puffy little tail as they walk away
Gemma> (lol!)
James> Gem? I hate to admit it, but I'm confused.
James> nuns don't have mistresses do they?
Gemma> Oh, she's just being a bitch. We all have our mentors. Or most of us, anyway.
Gemma> She just wanted to rile me by calling her my "mistress."
James> oh... and also-- aw furk it, it's none of my buisness.
* Gemma makes the little air quotes
Gemma> What?
* James looks reassured and smiles
James> never mind.
Jack> Okay.
mgrasso> Shall we meet at the traditional Senor Rudy's before we head off for goth night?
Gemma> All right. ::smiles back::
mgrasso> And compare notes?
James> hold up- can I make my hacking roll
Ingrid> Oh yes!
mgrasso> James: go for it: Intelligence + Hacking, diff. 6
James> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell James rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 10 5 7 3 5 4
mgrasso> You get her DMV file with an address only.
mgrasso> After about... 1 hour of hacking.

Scene Two: Senor Rudy's
mgrasso> OK, thursday night at Senor Rudy's.
James> good enough for me-
mgrasso> The four of you meet at the restaurant before heading off to the Velvet Tea Garden.
mgrasso> Who's dressed how?
* Jack managed to find a pair of black Skechers and some leather pants. With that plus a XXL black T-shirt, he looks . . . totally uncomfortable.
mgrasso> (Anyone else?)
* James is wearing black jeans, black sneakers and a black t-shirt and of course his black glasses... he looks more existentialist than goth... he's also wearing a black leather dog collar- left over from an ex with a fetish, and his hair is remotly spiked- tuff to tell if it's on purpose or on accident
* Ingrid is, of course, all in black. Tight black ribbed turtleneck tank with slim pants, boots, and a black jacket. She looks like she's trying to be gothy on purpose, which she is.
* Gemma shows up in her pooka-y leather pants (sans the hole for the tail), a sleeveless crimson velvet top, and chunky-heeled boots. Her hair is swept up into a chunky, messy mass with little sparkly clips, and she went a little heavy on the dark eyeshadow, black liner, and blood-red lipstick. She also carries a little black velvet coffin purse with a wee silver bat on the front.
Gemma> (thank you, hot topic)
mgrasso> (I think Ingrid went there too, Gemma. Different day. :) )
Jack> (lol)
mgrasso> What a horrible looking bunch you are. Nice disguises. :)
mgrasso> All right, down to the Velvet Tea Garden.
mgrasso> Or, unless, you have notes to compare.
James> I don't.
Ingrid> Did you guys find out more about Tara?
James> an adress- highly unimpressive
Gemma> Yes. She has lousy taste in men and friends.
Jack> I did find out something more from Peter.
James> oh?
Ingrid> Did you?
Gemma> Share with the class.
Jack> He said once, when the older man--Merlin?--was at their house, Peter saw something weird around his head.
James> ?
Jack> He described as a shadow that reminded him of a horse.
Ingrid> something weird?
Ingrid> Interesting.
Jack> Said it made him feel scared, but somehow...reverent I guess. Like he was in church.
Ingrid> Did he notice anything different about his father then?
James> what do we make of this?
mgrasso> No one really makes anything of it at all.
Jack> He made it sound like an isolated incident.
Ingrid> Well I guess it's something else to think about. Thanks for talking to him again, Jack. I hope he'll be all right.
Jack> Me too...
Gemma> !dice 7 9
* DiceWell Gemma rolls 7d10 at difficulty 9. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 5 10 7 3 3 6 5
James> welll- the sooner we get there the sooner we can leave. Furking creeps and weirdos so caught up in their original sameness.
mgrasso> Ok, off to Velvet Tea Garden.
Ingrid> !dice 4 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 2 10 1 5
Ingrid> figures. :)

Scene Three: Velvet Tea Garden
mgrasso> Velvet Tea Garden is this little funky coffeehouse-turned-bar. On Thursday night, the inside is bathed in club-style lights, and a few sullen individuals smoke outisde in the damp Tucson night.
* Ingrid catches a whiff of clove cigarettes.
* Jack tries to remember not to bust anyone.
James> (argh! goth trendy!)
mgrasso> There's no cover, and you could all head on in. The smokers give you some outrageously brazen looks, like "what do you think *you're* doing?"
James> /James brushes one on his way in
James> oops.... /me
Ingrid> !dice 5 7
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 5d10 at difficulty 7. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 4 3 2 4 7
James> =)
* Jack just stares 'em down.
* Gemma gives them a flirty smile
mgrasso> Ooh, Jack: Charisma + Intimidation, diff. 5
Jack> !dice 4 5
* DiceWell Jack rolls 4d10 at difficulty 5. S/He gets 4 successes.
* DiceWell 9 6 5 7
mgrasso> There's two girls and two guys, all decked out in gothwear, but most of it is more of the Victorian type.
James> /me whispers to gemma "goths don't smile"
James> argh
Ingrid> !dice 5 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 5d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 2 10 4 4 6
mgrasso> As Jack walks by, his one look simply causes them to wither. At the same time, as Ingrid walks by, you hear, "Was that Ingrid Kane from channel 4?"
* Gemma whispers to James, "Damn! How about this?"
* Gemma pouts at James
Gemma> That do anything for you, goth-boy?
James> nope suger- too cute.
* Ingrid smiles to herself
Gemma> Too cute? Ugh. I object.
* Gemma scowls at James
mgrasso> "Walking inside, you are greeting by the melancholy sounds of vintage Bauhaus echoing throughout the bar room. The dance floor is in an adjoining room, with a wide-open archway between them.
Gemma> How about that?
mgrasso> There are tables in the bar area and beyond the dance floor.
James> /me kisses her cheek- "much better"
James> (no!)
* Gemma does her best, "I'm so tragic" sigh
mgrasso> So, what's everyone doing?
James> (ha!)
James> /Me does his best not to laugh
James> (furbing smirbin!)
mgrasso> The bar area is pretty full. Most of the patrons are drinking wine, some have mixed drinks as well, and a few drink coffees.
* Ingrid takes a good look around the bar.
mgrasso> No one in the bar area is fae.
Gemma> I'm going to the dance floor.
Ingrid> I'm going to get a drink.
James> I'm going to look after gem appologetically and then go get a drink- all the while giving the "I don't dance" shrug
Jack> I'm going to try to get a beer--provided they serve it here.
mgrasso> Gemma heads over to the dance floor. Exaggerated movements give way to complex patterns traced on the black stone floor by the dancers. All of them are female, except for a tall man with shaved sides on his head who dances with two short, fairly plump girls.
mgrasso> Ingrid: what would you like? Jack: yeah, it's all imported though.
Gemma> Any of them fae?
Ingrid> A nice Chardonnay, please.
Jack> Heineken.
mgrasso> Gemma looks around closely at them. None of them are fae, but a straight-haired, lanky, lace-dress wearing woman dances towards you, around you, watching you the whole time.
mgrasso> Gemma also eyes several young women in prom-style formal dresses. They are either blood red, emerald green, or deep velvet blue.
mgrasso> Gemma: Intel + Style, diff. 6
Gemma> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell Gemma rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 3 successes.
* DiceWell 1 6 10 2 8 9
mgrasso> Jack gets served a Heineken, Ingrid, a chardonnay.
James> ciderjack?
mgrasso> Bartender grabs a jack from inside the mini-fridge.
James> =)
* Ingrid leans her back against the bar and looks over the dance floor.
mgrasso> You guys pay for your drinks, and notice a harried waitress carrying a martini glass on a tray from behind the bar. The glass is about 8 inches in diameter at the top, and floating inside it are five olives and a clear liquid.
mgrasso> Ingrid, Jack, James, Perception + Kenning, diff. 8
* Gemma dances a little closer to the lanky woman and tries to catch her eye
James> now -thats- a drink
James> !dice 6 8
* DiceWell James rolls 6d10 at difficulty 8. S/He gets 3 successes.
* DiceWell 8 5 8 3 10 2
Ingrid> !dice 5 8
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 5d10 at difficulty 8. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 4 3 2 3 7
James> (I don't suppose it's a chimera?)
Ingrid> not Ingrid's night.
Jack> !dice 3 8
* DiceWell Jack rolls 3d10 at difficulty 8. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 3 6 3
mgrasso> (no, James).
Gemma> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell Gemma rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 5 successes.
* DiceWell 3 10 9 8 6 7
Gemma> !dice 5 5
* DiceWell Gemma rolls 5d10 at difficulty 5. S/He gets 1 success.
* DiceWell 4 7 9 1 2
mgrasso> Jack blocks two seats at the bar with his bulk, and he can sense a couple of smaller types trying to get around him and to the bar.
mgrasso> The song switches to a song by Delerium.
* Ingrid sways back and forth slightly to the music.
James> !dice 5 8
* DiceWell James rolls 5d10 at difficulty 8. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 7 7 9 1 5
James> !dice 3 6
* DiceWell James rolls 3d10 at difficulty 6. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 10 1 5
mgrasso> Jack and Ingrid are still at the bar.
mgrasso> (kinda like me at a weird bar, petrified :) )
Ingrid> !dice 5 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 5d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 3 7 1 10 8
mgrasso> Ingrid starts to mingle.
* Jack pretty much sticks to the bar, but surveys the room.
mgrasso> Jack: Int + Scan, diff. 8
* Ingrid asks some random person if they know Tara.
Jack> !dice 4 8
* DiceWell Jack rolls 4d10 at difficulty 8. S/He botches the roll.
* DiceWell 1 6 5 4
Jack> gah
* Jack notices he's in a goth bar.
mgrasso> "Hmm?" says a woman drinking a tall glass of wine. "Tara? No, I don't."
James> !dice 6 9
* DiceWell James rolls 6d10 at difficulty 9. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 7 10 1 4 9 10
mgrasso> Everyone: just give me a second to organize. There's a lot going on.
mgrasso> Jack's beeper goes off.
Jack> I'll check it.
mgrasso> James pops back into the bar area. Ingrid is talking to a man in top hat and tails, and Jack is looking at something in the palm of his hand.
* Jack asks the bartender if there's a phone he can use.
James> Ingrid?
James> you busy or can I talk to you for a second
mgrasso> The bartender points to the back area near the bar with a set of payphones near the bathrooms.
* Ingrid turns to look at James.
Ingrid> What is it, JameS?
* Jack heads for the pay phones.
James> um- James looks at ingrids "friend" could you excuse us for a sec?
mgrasso> "Of course." The top-hatted freak bows. :)
mgrasso> And walks away.
* Ingrid smiles after him.
Ingrid> Anyway, you were saying, James?
James> i found her- she saw me, but that's all- I don't think she knows that people are after her.
Ingrid> Oh, good James! Where is she?
James> or maybe she does and doesn't care, or maybe she really is innocent and it's all this merlin guy
Ingrid> Maybe she can tell us where to find him.
James> booth near the back... where do we go from here- we just don't know, and she was with a lot of people
James> 4 others
mgrasso> (all human, btw)
Ingrid> any others fae?
mgrasso> (heh!)
Ingrid> okay. :)
mgrasso> Jack left to use the payphone, and Gemma is nowhere to be found.
Jack> !dice 4 4
* DiceWell Jack rolls 4d10 at difficulty 4. S/He gets 3 successes.
* DiceWell 4 5 6 3
James> when jack gets back- aw furk- were'd Gem go? I swear, I need to get the furking girl one of those kittie collars with the bells.
mgrasso> (hahahahaha)
Ingrid> Good idea.
mgrasso> Gemma ambles back from the bar, in time to see Ingrid and James chuckling over something.
* Gemma frowns a bit and thumps James on the back to get his attention
Gemma> Hey.
James> hey- I found tara
mgrasso> Delerium blends into Front Line Assembly.
Gemma> Oh, good. Because I only found sex. Fun, but not useful.
James> hu?
* Gemma smirks
James> /me tries his best not to look at all shocked
Gemma> So where is the little mooch?
James> (can I make a subterfuge roll?)
mgrasso> Yes! Man + Sub, diff. 6
James> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell James rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 4 successes.
* DiceWell 5 9 7 4 10 6
mgrasso> Well, whatever you wanted to hide, you hide it perfectly. :)
James> James is not the least bit bothered by gemmas comment-he comes off as "couldn't care less"
mgrasso> So, are we off to confront Tara?
Ingrid> Yes, let's do that.
Ingrid> Wait, where's Jack?
* Jack Jack heads out to find the others, looking very agitated.
James> is Jack back?
James> hey man, what's wrong?
Jack> I got a message from Peter. I called him back--the old man was there. Merlin.
James> GAK!
James> is pete okay?
Jack> He was in the house. Said--"You'll find me tonight, but not here."
Jack> I don't know...
Ingrid> Oh shit. Let's get over there.
Jack> I think so.
James> furking shit- wait- lets take tara our hostage 1st
Ingrid> Oh, good idea!
Jack> Huh?
James> I found her
Ingrid> Tara's here and she may be able to help us find him.
Jack> You want to grab her?
Ingrid> Well, it would be fast, anyway.
Gemma> Try looking old and m oneyed first, Jack.
James> yeah- doesn't need to be violent- just pusshy
Jack> All right, let's make this quick.
Ingrid> Okay.
Ingrid> James, lead the way?
James> sure enough.
mgrasso> You weave through the dance floor.
Ingrid> Me and James?

Scene Four: Tara's Table
mgrasso> You make your way to a semi-circular booth at the back of the dance floor area. Sitting at it in a crescent are five people. Three women, two men.
mgrasso> (all of you)
mgrasso> Sitting in the center is Tara, and it seems she and her friends are enjoying themselves immensely.
James> James smiles- hello tara
mgrasso> Tara is drinking her giant martini and is 3/4 done. You've been gone about 10 minutes.
mgrasso> Tara says to James, "Creeping around like a little rat, huh? You get your kicks that way?" She's not drunk, but also not entirely sharp.
mgrasso> Her friends, all ineffectual-looking artiste and goth types, stare at the four of you.
James> only at shit holes like this- you like martinis?
mgrasso> Tara looks at the near-empty giganto-martini in front of her. "Yeah, I think so. This is my third."
* Ingrid raises an eyebrow slightly.
mgrasso> The girl to Tara's right, a magenta-haired multi-pierced girl, giggles.
James> ah- pleasures to exess... what a life that must be.
Jack> (muttering) James, could we hurry this along?
mgrasso> Tara leers at James. "Would you like me to show you? You're eminently qualified, you know."
mgrasso> "You and your little cat-friend there."
Gemma> More than you know.
mgrasso> Tara whispers to one of the men sitting next to her, on her left, and the man laughs.
* Ingrid narrows her eyes at the satyr.
mgrasso> "How would you like," Tara says, "access to more Glamour than you could ever want, and it's eternally replenishable. Not as tiresome as Reverie, and not as messy as Ravaging."
mgrasso> The humans around her soak up this jargon without batting an eyelash. They're probably enchanted.
James> james looks at her with a little bit of disdaine- I happen to thrive on ravaging
mgrasso> Tara looks expectantly at Gemma and James.
James> but are you talking about- oh, what's it called... um, rhapsody?
mgrasso> "Ravaging. Hmph." Tara pouts. "It's like killing a mosquito with an elephant gun."
* Ingrid feigns disinterest and removes a silver compact from her black leather purse.
James> ha!
mgrasso> "Rhapsody? What a naughty word. You nockers are such little cussers!"
James> I'll admit- it sometimes is not enought to- shall we say, quench the thirst.
James> you better furking believe it satyr
James> so explain to me- what it is?
mgrasso> "Really." She takes an intense interest in James. "Perhaps, we should retire to my private..." Tara freezes... and looks at Ingrid.
Ingrid> !dice 6 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 6d10 at difficulty 6. S/He fails the roll!
* DiceWell 5 5 6 1 4 3
Ingrid> bastard.
mgrasso> Tara's gaze is locked onto Ingrid.
Ingrid> Tara, why don't you jus shut up, and come with us. We have somewhere we need to be and you're coming along.
mgrasso> You can all feel Ingrid giving off a terrible glory in her fae mien.
mgrasso> Even the humans are cowed before her.
* Ingrid holds out her hand to help Tara from the booth.
mgrasso> Tara takes Ingrid's hand, and even bows to her.
James> hey- Ingrid- I know -I- wouldn't want to step on anyones toes.
mgrasso> "Where... do you wish to go, my lady?" Tara says.
Ingrid> !dice 5 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 5d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 7 4 10 5 4
Gemma> Oh, great. you turned her into Jack.
mgrasso> (Sam, Mellie, still here? Just watching?)
James> lol
Ingrid> (hah! :D)
Jack> (still here, just watching)
Ingrid> Okay, we don't have long. Let's find Merlin.
Ingrid> Where is he, Tara?
mgrasso> "Who is... Merlin. I know no... Merlin."
mgrasso> (Does anybody with Interrogation want to use it?)
James> ugh- where the furk is your tact ingrid- I thought you were supposed to be a Journalist for gods sake-
Ingrid> How about investigation?
mgrasso> Nope. I need interrogation here.
Ingrid> I could try interrogation.
James> lets move out of th club
Ingrid> No, James. Wait a minute.
mgrasso> OK, Man + Interr., diff. 6, anyone who wants to try.
Jack> I've could interrogate her.
Ingrid> If she tells us then we don't have to take her.
Ingrid> !dice 4 6
* DiceWell Ingrid rolls 4d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 6 2 8 5
Jack> !dice 2 6
* DiceWell Jack rolls 2d10 at difficulty 6. S/He gets 2 successes.
* DiceWell 8 9
James> (I've could?)
Jack> (sorry)
James> we will take her regardless
Ingrid> No, I don't think so, James.
mgrasso> Jack and Ingrid use their glory as Seelies of the court to get the information: an address in Oro Valley.
James> Oh Ingrid- I certainly do think so.
mgrasso> "That is... the Old Man's home. I know not his name."
Ingrid> The Old Man? What does he look like?
mgrasso> "He has long white hair, and a pinched, wrinkled face.. some of the time."
mgrasso> (Guys, I have a good ending, but it might take another 15 minutes to get there. Is that good?)
James> fine
Gemma> (yeah, good for me)
Ingrid> sure.
Jack> Cool.
mgrasso> Excellent. What are we doing with Tara?
mgrasso> Taking her with, or leaving her here?
James> Taking her
Ingrid> Why do you want to take her, James?
Jack> I second that.
Gemma> Yes, James, tell us why you want to take her.
* Gemma puts lurid emphasis on "take"
James> first of all, she's an information source that this merlin may not be- second of all shes dangerouse- third of all- I want to hear more.
* Ingrid gives Gemma a "sisterhood" look.
Jack> And fourth of all she's a bargaining chip.
James> ooo.
James> James give jack a you da man look
Jack> (heh)
Ingrid> James - information source for what? We want to find Merlin. Either she can tell us where to do that or not. Why do we need to take her?
James> besides- satyrs just have more fun.
Ingrid> Bargaining chip... sometimes you're very much a cop, Jack.
Gemma> Well, the man in the collar would know.
James> on what they did... how they did it. besides- your fair count and countess would not want such a gregious crim unpunished
Ingrid> Do you really think she knows, James?
James> certainly do- i bet she's -show- us how if we wanted to know that badly
mgrasso> She told you.
mgrasso> Now the question is only what to do with her.
James> we take her with
Jack> Agreed.
Ingrid> Why is it the men want to take the satyr?
Gemma> Think with your ovaries, girl.
Gemma> We might as well take her. Come on. Let's shove her in your car, Ingrid.
* Ingrid flashes angry eyes at all of them.
Jack> (man, screw Seelie vs. Unseelie, wethe battle of the sexes tonight!)
Ingrid> No, she is not going in my car.
Jack> (we've got)
James> James smiles, knowing it would only take a little to push ingrid over the edge
James> She can go in my car- James voulenteers quite egarly, for gemmas benifit
* Gemma smiles a little too sweetly at James
Gemma> You're such a helpful young man.
Gemma> Finding the little gold digger *and* offering to let her taint your car. I'm sure it won't be long before you grovel and scrape before Ingrid as well.
Ingrid> Look, she's going to be really pissed off now in about...[looks at watch] ... 15 seconds.
Gemma> Talking about yourself in the third person now, Ingrid-darling?
Ingrid> So I think it would be very very wise for us to get the hell out of here, unless you really want to see her wrath.
Ingrid> Let's go. James, get her goddamned number and let's go.
James> furk you.
James> come on tara- JAck, ride with me?
Jack> Sure, I'll chaperone.
Ingrid> You know, that's a really good idea.
mgrasso> And I think this will have to be the place to stop. :)
mgrasso> Oh, how perfect. Not where I had anticipated, but it works for me.