Johnny Shotgun: "Oh," he says, when Benny touches him. "You still there." He grins and nods. "Sorry, ese, this happens to me sometimes. My eyes and ears can't tell between the manifest and the unmanifest."

Benny Jones: *He nods slightly glancing around for a moment then back to Johnny...* (w)"Where to to talk?"

Johnny Shotgun: He looks around again, brow furrowed deeply. He doesn't appear to be able to hear Benny. "There a restaurant around here, ese? Maybe if I sit for a while it'll go away."

Benny Jones: *He nods slightly...* (w)"Which way?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Do you see something? I see lots of thing but I ain't sure which is manifest."

Benny Jones: *Benny looks around for a moment, then back to Johnny..* (w)"Just people and traffic..."

Johnny Shotgun: ((Dude, he's blind. Why do you keep asking him to lead the fucking way?))

Benny Jones: ((Benny doesnt know that))

Benny Jones: ((I didnt even know that))

Johnny Shotgun: ((He just saw the guy run out into traffic and get hit by a car, then fumble around like he's blind, then he actually says "I CAN'T SEE." Benny must have a -2 intelligence to put those clues together.))

Johnny Shotgun: (or I mean to ~not~ put those clues together)

Benny Jones: ((Benny's got a 4 Int... It's the player that isnt picking up the signs of such because it wasnt pointed out until now and I just thought the char was having a bad day with things))

Johnny Shotgun: (okay so...if Benny wants to talk to him BENNY will have to find a place and BENNY will have to lead him there, not sit there and ask him to take him places when the guy may or may not even be able to hear him in this location.))

Johnny Shotgun: ((You going to post, or do I close this window?))

Benny Jones: ((The scene is pretty much dead unless it's a private place for them to talk and not public... Benny's not going to discuss relating to magic and such publically..

Johnny Shotgun: ((So Benny leads him to a private place. How hard is that?))

Benny Jones: ((There is only one place he knows that is private... and that is Ling's))

Johnny Shotgun: ((Then take him there.))

Benny Jones: ((Johnny's already told him he cant go into Chinatown... so it leaves him clean out of options))

Johnny Shotgun: ((Frankly, he could lead him into the restroom of a nearby restaurant and lock the door if he wanted. Or take him to a public library and check out a study room. But if you don't want to put the effort into the scene, why should I?))

: ((Forget that Benny contact him))

Johnny Shotgun: ((No, I'm not going to do a do-over on this.)

Johnny Shotgun: ((Benny contacted him, Benny wants to talk to him, Benny has an Int of 4 so should have figured out ahead of time somewhere private he felt comfortable talking.))

: ((I think Benny-p left. and calm, seriously, don't get so stressed, yes it's aggravatting, but don't let it ruin it for you))

Johnny Shotgun: ((Dude, I'm not stressed. The guy asked for a scene, I gave it to him. Suddenly when it turns out ICly that it's not what he expected, he wants to erase the whole thing? That's just lazy RP.))

: ((Nothing you can do about it, let it go. it was his failing not yours. Where and when? Johnny need a hand getting home? Being blind and all.))

Johnny Shotgun: When Benny abandons him, Johnny fumbles his way around, looking for a payphone.

Johnny Shotgun: (The scene is during the day, near the subway entrance to Union Square))

Johnny Shotgun: 7,8,7,7,7,

: ((Ah that screws me then, my only character's a Vamp. Sorry.))

Johnny Shotgun: (sorry, man))

: ((Nah no prob, not your fault, I do need to get something else though for situations such as this, lol))

Johnny Shotgun: He finds a payphone, and calls Michelle.

Johnny Shotgun: 9,2,3,

Michelle Morgan: *Click* "Hello?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Hola, chica. Where you at?"

: ((Look... Benny would NOT have abandoned him that has already been discussed on ICQ... ))

: ((Benny would have made sure Johnny got home, even if it took a cab... Now I am going into Open for this to be discussed))

Michelle Morgan: "At home with Silkie. What's up?"

Johnny Shotgun: ((Benny-p abandoned the scene. Ergo BENNY abandoned Johnny.))

Johnny Shotgun: "Could you come and get me, chica? I ain't can see. I was here to meet with that ese Benny but he took off."

Michelle Morgan: "Shit. Yeah, I'll be right there. Where are you?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Union Square. By the payphone next to the big slaughterhouse."

Michelle Morgan: "Got it. I'll be right there. Call me if you have to move for whatever reason."

Johnny Shotgun: "I ain't movin'. I already got hit by a car."

Michelle Morgan: "Jesus. Are you all right?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Yeah just scraped up."

Michelle Morgan: "All right. I'm on my way. Be just a few."

Johnny Shotgun: "Thanks, chica." He hangs up.

Silkie -> Michelle Morgan: "Who are we going to get? Is something wrong?"

Michelle Morgan: The car shows up about 30 minutes later, pulling up to the square. Michelle hops out and starts looking around.

Silkie: Climbs out of the passenger side. All she knows is they're looking for someone blind and possibly injured.

Johnny Shotgun: Michelle will notice that the payphone is not near a slaughterhouse, but is in fact outside an O'Tolley's fast food restaurant.

Silkie: 2,6,5,2,2,4,

Michelle Morgan: 2,6,9,6,5,

Silkie: Her eyes scan the crowd, so many people pushing and shoving, in a hurry to get nowhere fast.

Michelle Morgan: She notices Johnny and heads over, calling out as she does so. "Johnny! Over here!"

Johnny Shotgun: 2,3,2,10,9,

Johnny Shotgun: He hears Michelle's shout and looks toward her, frowning as he still can't quite see her amid all the other activity here.

Michelle Morgan: She moves through any people in the way, slowing as she gets to Johnny and reaching out to brush his elbow. "I'm right here. You okay?"

Silkie: Follows Michell's gaze and finally spots their target. Small and lithe she dances through the crowd, moving with a skill most native New Yorkers would find enviable.

Silkie: "Hi," she says softly. "I'm Silkie." Lightly touching his other arm.

Johnny Shotgun: He feels the pause and turns toward that direction, grinning. He's got a few bruises on his face and a big scrape along his palm and forearm where he hit the asphalt.

Johnny Shotgun: "Hola, Silkie," He grins toward her, brows furrowing as he tries to see who he's talking to.

Silkie: She looks him up and down, studying the extent of his injuries with talented eyes. (med+per)

Silkie: 6,5,3,3,4,4,5,

Silkie: Talented eyes which aren't all that careful. He's one of them afterall. He can probably heal himself.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little to Johnny, moving to his side and taking him by the elbow in preparation to lead as she lets Silkie look him over.

Johnny Shotgun: He doesn't look too beat up. Just a scrape and some bruises. He seems more concerened about not being able to see.

Silkie: "He doesn't look too bad, I don't know about the blindness though." Moving ahead of them to forge a path through the living, moving masses that crowd the streets of New York.

Michelle Morgan: She starts leading Johnny to the car. "We'll get you to somewhere safe, then check you out, okay?"

Johnny Shotgun: He lets Michelle take his elbow. "It's a'ight. It happens some times. My eyes get lost in the unmanifest."

Silkie: Silkie finds dancing her way through the crowd is a lot easier than blazing a path for others, reaping a few annoyed looks as she gets in the way of some of the foot traffic so the slower Johnny and Michelle don't get shoved too much.

Johnny Shotgun: He feels around for the door of the car and finds it, then eases himself in along with his stuff.

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "All right. You wanna go home, or head over to my place with me and Silkie?"

Silkie: She stands by the door making sure no one shoves it closed on him, because they're in a hurry and after he's safely in the car, she climbs into the backseat.

Michelle Morgan: She slides into the driver's seat and starts it up, pulling away from the sidewalk.

Johnny Shotgun: "I'll go wherever you want me, chica."

Michelle Morgan: "Why don't you come along with me. Silkie's got some information about some of our associates that you may wanna hear."

Johnny Shotgun: "A'ight." He nods, sighing and leaning back in the seat, with his gearbag on his lap.

Michelle Morgan: She drives on, heading to SoHo and her apartment. ((You guys wanna stay here or move to MT Res?))

Silkie: ((will go with the flow))

Johnny Shotgun: ((Res please.))

Silkie: (hops to mt res)

MICHELLE AND SAMS

Michelle Morgan: She takes them to her apartment building, parking in the garage area, and leads Johnny into the building by the elbow.

Silkie: Climbs out, making herself useful by getting doors and carrying any loose articles Johnny may have had with him.

Johnny Shotgun: 4,2,1,3,6,

Johnny Shotgun: (LMAO ~still~ failed) He lets Michelle lead him, still having difficulty making out where the walls or doors are around here.

Silkie: "Give me the keys Michelle and I'll get the door."

Michelle Morgan: Up to the apartment she goes, unlocking the door and opening it up to let the others in.

Johnny Shotgun: He moves in a bit hesitantly and feels around for a place to sit, sloughing his gearbag off. "Things like to dance around you, Silkie," he says.

Silkie: "I like dancing too. Do you?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Yeah. Both kinds."

Silkie: "Which kinds are both kinds?" Giving him a curious look as she settles near him.

Michelle Morgan: She moves inside, looking around a moment. "Samantha, you home yet?"

Samantha Jacobs: There's softs from the door, as if someone had put a key in to open the lock. A second later, the door opens to reveal a rather, well, femminine Sam. Dressed in a pants suit her hair done, and her scars covered, she was obviously somewhere nice. A slow blink, and instant wariness at seeing Silkie, and Johnny's scrapes. "What did I mean?"

Samantha Jacobs: ((miss. what did I MISS))

Johnny Shotgun: "The picking up chicas kind and then real kind."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little to Sam. "Hey. Long story. How was the wedding?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Oh, I couldn't see and walked into the street and got hit by a car," he waves as if it happens all the time, turning to sort of face Sam, but obviously not being able to see her clearly.

Samantha Jacobs: She eyes both of the teens, and then slowly shuts the door behind her. "It was nice..." She murmurs.

Silkie: Blinks at Samantha, who was always nice to her, but didn't really seem to like her much. Her eyes flick to Michelle then back to Sam before she offers the woman a gentle, "Hello Samantha."

Samantha Jacobs: Her brow furrows at what Johnny says. "You... couldn't see? I'm... do you need first aid?"

Samantha Jacobs: A slow blink at Silkie. Hard to tell what's up with the military woman. "Hello Silkie."

Johnny Shotgun: "Naw, my eyes and ears wander sometimes, is all." He waves Sam off.

Silkie: Considers picking up chicas and tilts her head at the mental image. She's not big enough to pick up anyone but a child. "Oh." Sounding like she doesn't get it.

Samantha Jacobs: "Oh." She says, sounding much like Silkie in the fact she doesn't quite get it.

Michelle Morgan: "Everyone, let's move away from the door. Plenty of couch space for all." She takes Johnny by the elbow and leads him along toward the couches.

Silkie: ((Johnny and Silkie were already seated))

Michelle Morgan: ((Apartment DD, btw: The apartment is a spacious place, in keeping with the upper-class nature of the building. It's kept fairly clean, with a living room with all sorts of stereo equipment, nice kitchen, and two bedrooms, both doors shut. A guitar and music stand is set up near the window, with an ashtray nearby it.))

Johnny Shotgun: ((Damn, if Johnny could see the place, he'd remark on how he used to burglarize places like this. *G*))

Silkie: ((Good thing he's blind, he can't case the place.))

Michelle Morgan: She moves to sit down on a couch near Silkie and Johnny, leaving room for Sam to sit next to her, if she wants. "Silkie was telling me that she's been concerned about our favorite Hermetic ex-boyfriend of Tansy's."

Johnny Shotgun: "Huh?" He looks to Silkie. "You know where Travis is?"

Samantha Jacobs: She gives a faint shake of her head, and heads quickly into one of the bedrooms, snatching up a cat on the way. She's gone for a fe minutes, coming out in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, having ditched the nice clothes. She cradles an orange cat in her arms.

Silkie: "Umm, not at this moment. Don't your people know where he is?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Myles?" She asks, running a finger under the cat's chin as he moves to stand by Michelle.

Johnny Shotgun: "You know how many miles away he is?" he asks Sam

Samantha Jacobs: "No. He calls himself Myles now. Travis is now Myles."

Michelle Morgan: "One and the same, yeah."

Silkie: "I haven't seen him myself for quite a while."

Samantha Jacobs: "What did he do now?"

Michelle Morgan: "Apparently, for one, he's been trying to touch Karlos Basoalto, incessantly."

Samantha Jacobs: There is a moments pause, and then she looks down at Michelle with a 'what?!' expression.

Silkie: "He's been trying to rub his curse on Karlos," she explains. "He may be corrupted."

Johnny Shotgun: "Oh." Pause. "There's a name, Myles?" He thinks about that and nods. "I ain't know that."

Johnny Shotgun: "Travis got cursed?" He looks around blankly. "When did that happen?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Cursed?" She looks sharply at Silkie, and then to Johnny. "Yeah, Myles is a name. Not used too often."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, Johnny." She sighs. "So we need to find him. I was thinking of contacting his Chantry, since I don't know his number or any other way to find him."

Johnny Shotgun: "You gots Kelton's number? He come from there, maybe he knows how to contact 'em."

Michelle Morgan: "Speaking of whom, the new Deacon there contacted me about the Quentin situation. I let him know that it's taken care of."

Silkie: Blinks at Sam. "~I~ didn't curse him!" she swears.

Michelle Morgan: "Funny you should mention that, Johnny." She smiles a bit. "That's the new Deacon."

Samantha Jacobs: "What kind of curse Silkie? And I never said you did."

Johnny Shotgun: "Kelton is?" He grins. "Good, is he got his leg fixed?"

Johnny Shotgun: "So is you a'ight, Sam? I ain't heard from you since we was looking after Five."

Michelle Morgan: "I don't know. Didn't see him face-to-face." She shrugs. "Seems like a nice enough guy, though."

Silkie: Sam> "Sorry, it was the way you looked at me. When he touches people they change what they look like."

Johnny Shotgun: He nods "Kelton's a'ight. He tries hard."

Johnny Shotgun: "Travis does?"

Johnny Shotgun: (that last was to Silkie)

Samantha Jacobs: "When he touch-" The woman trails off and then her face twists into clear irritation, and even possible anger. "That rat bastard. Fucker tried to pin it on -me-." A sigh, and a look to Johnny. "I'm okay. I've been okay."

Michelle Morgan: She leans back, quiet a moment as she listens.

Silkie: Johnny> "Yes. When Travis now Myles touches someone they change. He's been trying to change Karlos for some reason."

Johnny Shotgun: He looks at Sam. Or rather, in her direction. "Try to pin what on you, chica."

Samantha Jacobs: She mutters something under her breath, finaally allowing the cat to release her grasp.

Samantha Jacobs: "The last time I spoke to Myles, my hair changed from blonde, to black. All of it. He said it was -me- being out of control, and said something about me becoming a maurader. When it was HIM who changed my hair." A snort.

Michelle Morgan: "Travis touched Samantha, and her hair turned black. He tried to pin it on her...he tried to claim she was becoming a Marauder." She scowls a little.

Johnny Shotgun: "He done that to you?" he frowns. "That's dogged out."

Silkie: "And... I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him I'm the one who came to you. He might let me cleanse him voluntarily, but if he thought I'd reported him to his people, he might feel betrayed. I'm only here because it's important he be checked out. Since he's a willworker, it seemed best to come to your people. It would be better for everyone involved if your kind could take care of the problem. I'll help any way I can though. Travis was my friend before. Although I haven't seen him in a long time."

Samantha Jacobs: She finally allows herself to sit, a hand running through said black hair uncomfortbly. "He obviously knows he can do it, and he's obviously trying to do something to Basoalto. Can't that be considered an attack?" She glances at Silkie, something puzzled tucked behind her hard gaze.

Johnny Shotgun: "Do anyone know where he is right now?"

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a bit. "Don't worry, Silkie. I won't tell him you came to us."

Samantha Jacobs: She shakes her head. "I don't know..."

Michelle Morgan: "I don't." She shakes her head. "Like I said, the Hermetics might."

Johnny Shotgun: "Ah." He nods in Michelles direction. "A'ight."

Silkie: "I know someone who knows him as Myles. I could ask him where he's living. If he knows, I'll give you a call, Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: "Thanks, Silkie. That'd be a big help."

Samantha Jacobs: Her lips press and she falls silent.

Johnny Shotgun: He nods. "Do anybody know how he got cursed?"

Silkie: J>"I don't know."

Michelle Morgan: "No clue. I haven't seen him in a very, very long time."

Samantha Jacobs: "Don't know either..."

Johnny Shotgun: He frowns. "Huh. I'll ask my relatives if they know. If it was by a bad spirit, maybe we could figure out how to get rid of it."

Samantha Jacobs: She just nods. Half forgetting Johnny's blind, and half not quite understanding and being at a loss as what to say.

Johnny Shotgun: "So you still over at Ling's, Sam?"

Samantha Jacobs: "No..." She murmurs. "I'm here. With Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little toward Sam and pats her knee.

Johnny Shotgun: "So you coming to be at Haven's now?"

Silkie: Looks curiously between Michelle and Sam.

Samantha Jacobs: "I haven't... really picked a... place yet." She glances at Silkie, unsure if its okay to talk to her. "Some part of me wants to remain on my own, and without one. It can be used as a tactical advantage to belong to none. I'm... still figuring things out."

Silkie: Draws her legs up to sit Indian-style, watching the willworkers with rampant curiosity.

Michelle Morgan: "You'll figure it out when it's time to." She smiles at Sam, then looks to Johnny. "She's still learning the ropes, so to speak."

Johnny Shotgun: He nods in Michelles direction. "You got anythign to eat, chica? I'm hungry."

Johnny Shotgun: "So where you from, Silkie?"

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "Yeah, I've got some food. What are you in the mood for." Hostess time. She gets up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. "Anyone else want anything?"

Silkie: "Oh, me too!" she pipes up at the mention of food.

Samantha Jacobs: She nods to Michelle, ducking her head bit. The cat Sam used to be holding sniffs at Johnny's feet.

Silkie: Johnny> "New York. Where are you from?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Whatever you got, chica." He grins. "After county food, I could eat anything."

Johnny Shotgun: "I'm from Los Travisos."

Silkie: Mews at the cat, giving it a friendly, if flattering greeting in its own tongue.

Silkie: J> "I don't know where that is. I've never even heard of it."

Samantha Jacobs: Sprout mewls back at Silkie, jumping up to sniff at her. Sam settles into the spot on her couch, watching both Johnny and Silkie.

Johnny Shotgun: ((Traviosos, not Travisos, sorry))

Silkie: Pets sprout in that sort of worshipful way cats seem to appreciate. Nimble fingers finding all the good rub spots.

Michelle Morgan: She goes into the refrigerator, coming out with various leftovers...spaghetti, Chinese, and some cheesburger macaroni she'd made WAY too much off. She starts microwaving the stuff up.

Samantha Jacobs: The cat purrs and settles herself in Silkie's lap.

Johnny Shotgun: ((Sorry, my bad Treviesos. Gah. *beats head against wall, hopes sinuses fall out*))

Johnny Shotgun: "It a gang. They my homies."

Silkie: Pulls her legs up a little closer so the cat won't feel like it might fall if it wants to move around or roll over for a tummy rub as she gently strokes the animal.

Silkie: "A gang of homosexuals?" Tilting her head at Johnny.

Samantha Jacobs: She blinks at walk Silkie says, and shakes her head faintly. But she lets Johnny feild that one.

Michelle Morgan: A choked sound comes from the kitchen at Silkie's question...apparently, Michelle had gotten herself something to drink. She starts coughing.

Johnny Shotgun: He laughs at Silkie, shaking his head. "Naw, homeboys. Vatos from my neighborhood."

Silkie: Looks towards the kitchen at the sound of coughing. "Are you okay, Michelle?"

Samantha Jacobs: She rises, moving into the kitchen to check on Michelle with a raised eyebrow, a faint smile. "You okay?"

Johnny Shotgun: "We all hang together. Look out for each other."

Silkie: "Ooooh." Vatos she understands.

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, I'm fine." She coughs once more, then clears her throat, chuckling and wincing at the same time. "Gin coming out the nose...bad news."

Samantha Jacobs: She snorts softly in amusement, pulling down plates.

Johnny Shotgun: He laughs at Michelle and Sam in the background. "What part of New York are you from, Silkie?"

Silkie: J>"It's nice to have lots of friends."

Silkie: J>"Ummm... the docks?"

Johnny Shotgun: He nods to Silkie. "Yeah, it is."

Johnny Shotgun: "The docks?" He raises a brow, turning to look at her.

Michelle Morgan: As each item of food is done, she pulls it out of the microwave, replacing it with a new one. She smiles at Samantha. "Did you have a good time?"

Silkie: Nods.

Samantha Jacobs: She glances at Michelle as she pulls down two plates, putting the heated food onto each plate as its done. A little shrug. "It was nice."

Johnny Shotgun: "You mean the water, right? Like..." he waves. "Not on the land?"

Johnny Shotgun: "Ocean," he finds the word in English finally.

Silkie: Turns her head to study Johnny with those wide amethyst eyes. How did he know that? She didn't say that. "Just.. around. You know. New York. Close to the docks."

Michelle Morgan: "Good." She smiles a little, knowing that this was a conversation they should probably have when the others have left. She puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and moves to get silverware.

Johnny Shotgun: "I ain't know there was fish that big that close to land."

Silkie: Blinks. Looks down at herself. Looks at him. "You're supposed to ask before you do that." Is he looking inside her?

Samantha Jacobs: Fish? Docks? What were they talking about? A glance back in the room, and an absent nod to Michelle. The food dished onto the plates, she moves to put containers back into the fridge, if there's any left in them. Other wise she cleans containers and puts them away. Or throws them out. Whatever.

Michelle Morgan: "Food's ready, guys," she calls out, going back to take another sip of her gin and tonic.

Silkie: Gathers the cat up in her arms, cradling it like a baby, unless it seems to want to down, as she slides off the couch.

Michelle Morgan: "Food's ready, guys," she calls out, going back to take another sip of her gin and tonic.

Silkie: Gathers the cat up in her arms, cradling it like a baby, unless it seems to want to down, as she slides off the couch.

Johnny Shotgun: He frowns. "Before I do what?" He looks off toward the kitchen. "A'ight." He looks to Silkie. "Could you bring me over to the table?"

Samantha Jacobs: Nope. The cat is VERY happy to stay in Silkie' arms, purring.

Silkie: "Mrrrs," to the cat apologizing for having to put her down, and sets her in the warm spot she just vacated, then takes Johnny's hand. "Before you peek inside of people. It's not polite."

Johnny Shotgun: "I ain't peeked or nothing, you just walkin' around like that chica on the tuna can."

Samantha Jacobs: Sam glances out to look at the pair in vague confusion again. Sprout circls, and then curls up.

Michelle Morgan: "It just comes naturally to him, Silkie. It's not a conscious thing."

Silkie: Guides him towards the kitchen, looking around the room. "What tuna can?"

Johnny Shotgun: "You know, the one with the fish tail and the pitchfork and the little crown."

Samantha Jacobs: She turns to look at Michelle, as now she's really confused.

Michelle Morgan -> ;e: She just shrugs to Sam, as if to say 'I'll explain later.'

Johnny Shotgun: He seems to have no trouble following Silkie. "How do you walk with no legs? Do you just float in the air like it's water?"

Silkie: Scowls at Michelle's explanation. It seems like cheating to her. Most of the shifters don't even know that. She's actually convinced quite a few of them that she's a were-goldfish.

Michelle Morgan: She just shrugs and smiles to Sam, as if to say 'later,' and goes out to retrieve her guitar from where she and Silkie had left it.

Samantha Jacobs: She shrugs and let's that go. "Johnny, Silkie, you want something to drink?"

Silkie: Turns around and looks at Johnny, then puts his hands on her hips and slides them down, so he can feel her legs.

Silkie: "Yes please." Over the shoulder as she guides Johnny's hands over her body.

Samantha Jacobs: She stares, momentarily, and then pinches the bridge of her noise. "What... would you like to drink Silkie?"