Alec Golden: *is sitting in the new place he has with Ais, a rather upscale apartment building, the first hint of any ostentation from the man*

Alec Golden: ((And for once she gets inside, a descrip of the apartment)) *the apartment is simply decorated, a large living room/dining room with a couch and ottoman, two recliners, a large flatscreen TV with integrated stereo system, a large bookshelf full of movies, about half of them anime in the original Japanese, the stereo has a CD player, but seems to be built around an MP3 player, a large Bull Mastiff sleeps in the corner*

Michelle Morgan: She heads up to the apartment complex--no driving, Samantha crashed her car last night--and heads up to the door to hit the buzzer for Alec's number. The rock chick is definitely toned down today...blank white tank-top and one of those grean and brown-swirled ankle-length skirts. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, make-up to conver the lack of sleep as of late. She's got her best "game face" on as she hits the buzzer.

Alec Golden: ((Oh...and there are pics of Aisling scattered around, but only one pic of Alec and it is a pic taken of him and Ais on stage singing, and apparently without them knowing))

Alec Golden: *grabs the phone and answers the buzzing intercom* Talk to me.

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, Alec. It's Michelle."

Alec Golden: Hey there Ms Morgan. *light teasing tone* Funny you coming here. Come on up. *the door buzzes to let her in*

Michelle Morgan: She heads in, moving on up to the apartment. She pops her neck either way before knocking.

Alec Golden: *hops up and opens the door, dressed in jeans shorts and the usual sleeveless tee, a decent tan showing on his normally pale skin* Good evening beautiful. *winks and steps aside* C'mon in and make yourself at home.

Michelle Morgan: He grins at him and steps inside, looking around. "Very nice, Alec. Nice indeed. How are you?"

Alec Golden: *half bows* Thank you. *grins* I'm as good as can be expected. I own a successful club. I play music. I have Michelle Morgan alone in my house. What could possibly be wrong? *laughs*

Michelle Morgan: She chuckles. "Flattery, my dear Alec, will get you almost everywhere."

Alec Golden: *grins* I certainly hope so. Blatant ass kissing is one of my more well developed skills. *shuts the door and heads in* Get you anything?

Michelle Morgan: "Tea, if you have it. Something black and caffeinated would be very nice." She looks around. "Is this a no-smoking residence?"

Alec Golden: *snorts* I have been breathing half air, half cigarette smoke for years now. I wouldn't know what to do without it. *heads for the kitchen* I have some black tea. I'll get it started.

Michelle Morgan: "You rock my world." She grins, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it. "So how's business at the Tears been?"

Alec Golden: Steady. Got a band that has been playing there that needs a deal. They could be the next big thing if they really try. The music is okay, but they put on one hell of a show. *putters around in the kitchen then comes back a minute later with a coffee mug of tea* Want anything to season that? *grins*

Michelle Morgan: "Naah. I like my tea straight. Figure something in my life should be." A wink, as she takes the tea. "Thank you."

Alec Golden: *nods and takes a seat, crossing his legs* So how's life?

Michelle Morgan: "Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy..." She takes her own seat. "Radio, album, personal life, extra-curricular activities, more activities, promotion..." She sighs, smiling a little. "Let's just say I need a vacation. My manager's about ready to commit me."

Alec Golden: *thinks about that* Damn woman. *shakes head* Thanks for reminding me why I was lucky to have never gotten signed.

Michelle Morgan: She shrugs. "I can deal. It's just...tiring. If I wasn't violently opposed to the concept of chemcial-based narcotics, I'd probably be sharing a suite with Weiland or Love right about now at Betty Ford." Yes, it's a total joke.

Alec Golden: *chuckles softly* I can do you one better. I can get you a nice quiet place on a nice quiet beach and get you there...wait for it....quietly. *grins*

Michelle Morgan: "Oooh. I like the sound of that." If only I could tell the Mauraduers, Technocrats, and Setites in the city to play nice for a week. Ha ha ha. She keeps her face that pleasant smile throughout. "Unfortunately, I have some big radio shows coming up. Might take you up on that sometime soon, though."

Alec Golden: Bah. *waves a hand* Do a phone conference or something. Piss on em. *grins* Have fun, the rest can sort itself out.

: ((Sam agrees. Or would. If she was listening))

Alec Golden: ((*L* Have Sam call. She is more than welcome. *winks* "Hi Michelle....OH FUCK! He's one of the dead folks!"))

Michelle Morgan: Magical training by phone conference. Interesting concept...gotta ask Jeff to figure out how to work that. "Something to consider." She grins a little. "So. I've got myself all the legal crap for the collaboration...thought I'd drop it by, let your lawyers look it over. You can send it back whenever." She pulls her backpack over ((*Jedi Mind Trick* Yes, there was a backpack)) and pulls out a couple manila envelopes, handing them across to him. "I'm not too worried about the whole thing...music is music. But I do wanna make sure your rights are covered, 'cause Ravynwing's a good honest label, relatively speaking, but you never know, you know?"

Alec Golden: ((There was a backpack)) *takes the envelope and looks at it* Umm...sure. *shrugs* Not looking to make money off this Michelle. Just doing it for fun. Ya know?

Michelle Morgan: "I know, Alec. I completely know." She smiles. "But I'm a strong supporter of artist's rights over label rights, no surprise. And what you write for this is yours. I won't have it any other way."

Alec Golden: *chuckles* Whatever. *grins* I'm easy. How "hard" are you looking to go by the way?

Michelle Morgan: She shrugs. "Sky's the limit, really. I've gone really experimental with this one...my casual fans are gonna hate me, seriously. But I'm happier with it then I've been over my last three, so I'm willing to go as hard as we need to go."

Alec Golden: *chuckles softly and moves to the bookcase, grabbing up a file folder and offering it to her* The first pic is of Otep. She's one of the up and coming women in metal. Not thinking tattoos, but you are far more attractive than she is. With a little hair work and some different makeup, you could make her look like Igor. *stated simply, he's not hitting on her all that seriously, he is just making a point*

Michelle Morgan: She checks out the picture and grins a little. "Again, Smooth Operator...flattery will get you everywhere." She winks at him. "I don't know if I'm going full-on makeover, but for this particular song, I think a few changes could be in store, sure. Larry's gonna have a fit...the album's already made him tell me to expect to have to sign him into an asylum by release date. A make-over wouldn't do too much more damage, right?"

Alec Golden: *grins* Nahhh. It won't kill him. *thinks* Seriously though. We back you up with the right band, you could be as successful in metal as you have been with mainstream. Just have to learn to tap into a different emotion when you sing.

Michelle Morgan: She nods a bit. "Believe me, that particular emotion's been tapped. I'll bring by a demo of some of the stuff for the album. I think you'll like it."

Alec Golden: *chuckles and nods* Works for me. There's a few sheets of music in there plus a couple of lyric sets. You have a band in mind, or should I see what I can find for music?

Michelle Morgan: "I've got a studio band, of course, but I've been having problems with them getting the shit right. They're used to me being all unplugged, or occasionally plugging in for the one or two rock-out songs. If you've got some ideas for bands, I'm more then willing to hear 'em."

Alec Golden: *thinks* A full blown band, no. But I know a bassist and backup guitar who would be up to the task. A drummer could be pretty easy to find if we cannot get yours to get up to speed.

Michelle Morgan: "No, my drummer's the one person who's kept up. We're good there, long as the chemistry's right between everyone, which I don't foresee a problem with Todd. He's a good guy."

Alec Golden: Sounds good. *chuckles* The guys I have in mind will be so happy to be playing for an album, they will be nice and tame. As long as they get paid. *grins*

Michelle Morgan: "Awesome." She finishes off her tea and leans back a little bit, sighing. "This has been, by far, the most pleasant semi-business meeting I've had in WEEKS."

Alec Golden: *smiles and cocks his head* God I hope so, if not, I should be slapped. Repeatedly. And hard.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over at him and chuckles. "No, this definitely qualifies. Business without stress. I used to know what this felt like. A long, long time ago."

Alec Golden: *nods* The price of success. That which once brought such peace and happiness becomes tainted.

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, so they tell me." She sighs, slumping down on the couch a little bit, toward the cushion. "No, the trap is when you have success, you think you can use that power for your passions. And that takes time. Then you become obligated. And then you just get stretched too fucking thin."

Alec Golden: Cut something out then. *cocks his head* Or find something or someone that will allow you to find the happy medium again.

Michelle Morgan: "Oh, I've got someone. She keeps me sane." She smiles. "Keeps me grounded. Makes me take a break, even when I don't think I should. Otherwise, I probably WOULD be in Betty's with Scott and Courtney."

Alec Golden: Good. *nods* I'll have to send the lovely woman some flowers then.

Michelle Morgan: "She'd appreciate that. Particularly if pictures of guns or explosives where somewhere on the card." A chuckle.

Alec Golden: *laughs softly* Should I just send her some bomb making equipment and bullets?

Michelle Morgan: She grins. "She'd LOVE that. 'course, any strange explosions you hear about, you know nothing about at that point..."

Alec Golden: Explosions? What explosions? I don't pay attention to the news? There may be explosions? *grins*

Michelle Morgan: "Long as you're not wztching on the 4th of July, no. Unless you're not doing anything, and wanna stop by to see what she sets off..."

Alec Golden: *cocks his head* May have to do that. What time, where, and what am I bringing?

Michelle Morgan: "Hell if I know. Larry's renting the place, and he and Sam are getting it all worked out. I'm not allowed to be involved, as Larry put it." She shrug, and a grin. "I'll let you know."

Alec Golden: Works for me. *chuckles* I can bring the booze and mad tender skills.

Michelle Morgan: "Awesome. I like it." She grins. "I'll have Larry give you a call."

Alec Golden: Fantastic. I'll bring Aisling and make it a shindig.

Michelle Morgan: The grins takes a mildly teasing tone. "And here, I thought you were the smooth club-owner type, all unattached. Come to find out you're all tied-down and shit." She winks to him.

Alec Golden: *chuckles* I was, until recently. *winks back* Watch yourself, she'll be in love with you in a matter of minutes. Want to take you home and keep you.

Michelle Morgan: "Well, don't worry, stud-man. I'm happily attached myself." She chuckles. "Your woman is safe."

Alec Golden: *laughs warmly* Safe? Shit. I would be begging to be allowed to watch. I'm understanding, but I am still male. *cheeky grin*

Michelle Morgan: She manages a genuine laugh at that. "Well, your honesty is quite refreshing. Must be how you get all the babes, eh?"

Alec Golden: Hey, what can I say, it beats the hell out of cheesy pick up lines. *chuckles* And the ever popular "Like the club? I own it." is just so....stupid.

Michelle Morgan: "Oh, come on. That was always one of my favorites. You just have to deliver it with the right amount of grease in your hair, the proper amount of stubble, a pair of sunglasses partway slid down your nose, and a cheesy used-car salesman grin. C'maaaan. That's SEXY." She nods in full-on mock sincerity.

Alec Golden: Hmmm....blue leisure suit. Shitty pony tail. Toothpick in teeth. Oh, and never forget, the lure of free drinks.

Sam: Annnd Michelle's phone rings.

Michelle Morgan: "Ex-ACT-ly." She pulls her cell out and smiles, flipping it open with a 'One Moment' look to Alec. "Hey, sweetie."

Alec Golden: *leans back in the seat and tunes out, staring at the movies on the shelves*

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: "Hey." She's awake. This is good. "You okay?" Paranoid much?

Michelle Morgan: "I'm fine, Sam. Just going over stuff with Alec, is all. Everything's good." Her voice is reassuring as she talks into the phone, almost a little relaxed, like getting her mind of things has been good. Maybe 'cause it has.

Alec Golden: *has to chime in* Heya Sam. C'mon over. Get some Chinese delivered and tell ghost stories in my couch cushion fort.

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: "Alec...?" Her voice is vague for a moment, like she knows that name maybe, but its dismissed. "... alright. Okay. As loong as you're okay."

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: A pause on the phone. "Wait, what?"

Michelle Morgan: "Alec. Remember the collaboration I told you about? It's the guy I'm working with on it."

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: A pause. "Alec... Golden?" Er, Sam doesn't sound happy.

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, that's him..." She looks to Alec with an odd look, silently mouthing "Do you know my girlfriend?"

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: Another pause, her voice suddenly soft. "You should come home. Or I should come there. Like... now. Maybe."

Alec Golden: *shrugs with a blank look, mouths* Got a pic?

Michelle Morgan: Her eyebrow quirks. "Okay. How come?"

Michelle Morgan: She shakes her head to Alec, and mouths "Samantha Jacobs?"

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: A pause, her voice a low murmur so it doesn't go beyond Michelle's ear. "Because he's a vampire."

Michelle Morgan: ((Man+Subt to hide reaction))

Alec Golden: *shakes head and gives the "fucked if I know" look, and is quite sincere about it*

Michelle Morgan: ((WP spent))

Michelle Morgan: 6,7,4,5,4,

Alec Golden: 4,3,10,6,7,2,3,

Alec Golden: 8,

Alec Golden: ((Per + Sub. Gimme dat reaction. *L*))

Michelle Morgan: She hide it well, but not well enough for perceptive Alec (esp. since that was her last WP point). She's stunned by whatever Sam told her, then some fear sets in, and finally, wary of where she is. "Oh. Well, all right, then. Why don't you come over, Sam? If Alec doesn't mind, that is."

Alec Golden: *cocks head, noting the fear and waryness* Of course not Michelle, you are both welcome. *he is trying his best to be very soothing, keeping his hands on the arms of his chair, non threatening*

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: "I'll be there." She mutters. "I'll keep the phone on if you want." Movement in the background, the woman heading out.

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, coming over would be good, I think." She gives Sam the address.

Alec Golden: *leans his head back and stares at the ceiling, apparently quite relaxed*

Michelle Morgan: "No, that's fine. I'll see you when you get here." After all, staying on the phone would denote the fear that...he's obviously noticed. Shit.

Alec Golden: *looks back to her* More tea?

Michelle Morgan: ((Fast-forwarding work for all?))

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, please." She reaches over slowly, holding her cup out to him.

Alec Golden: ((Oh yeah. He'll not push her at all, and make more tea if she wants, if not, he'll make his own ass a cup.))

Sam: ((Fine by me))

Sam: And a sharp rap at the door. Speed demon Sam!

Alec Golden: *grabs the cup and wanders back into the kitchen, making tea for everyone and buzzing teh Sam in when she gets there*

Sam: Or she buzzes. She takes the appropriate actions to get to his apartment and in.

Alec Golden: ((DD for Sam. Barefoot, jean shorts, the tail of the big dragon tat he has showing on his upper thigh, sleeveless shirt....and a tan.))

Alec Golden: *lets her in unless Michelle does, he seems about as deadly as a daddy longlegs*

Alec Golden: *blinks when he sees who Sam is* So, you are the mysterious Sam. *warm smile* Welcome. Make yourself at home. Made some tea. Had any more trouble with the big, black dickhead?

Sam: She looks... well, tired. Veeeeeery tired. And veeeeery wary. Dressed in ratty jeans and a tank top that shows off those pretty scars. There is a bruise on her left collarbone, and a gun on her left hip. And she visually twitches at the mention of Ammon. "Maybe."

Michelle Morgan: She'll let Alec let her in. At mention of the dickhead, she just about snarls. "Ammon??" Her lips curls. "Ammon Fucking-On-My-Death-List Black?" Even mentally drained, her hatred runs deep.

Alec Golden: *glances at the gun then back to her eyes* He's getting on my last nerve. *shakes head and moves to sit, indicating a cup of tea for her to take, upscale apartment, couch and two recliners, big ass flat screen with nice ass stereo, bookshelf full of movies and anime*

Alec Golden: *oh, and pics of Aisling* Yeah. That would be the motherfucker I was refering to. His fan club grows I see.

Sam: "He already broke ours." Her lips curl up into a sneer, hand tightening into a fist, as she closes the door behind her. "See, this is where I have problems with you Alec. You hate that man as much as we do, and yet someone told me not to tangle with you."

Michelle Morgan: "He killed a very dear friend of mine. In front of my fucking eyes. I'm going to watch him die screaming." Said like a vow.

Alec Golden: *quirks a brow at this* Who, and why? *cocks head and gestures at a seat* I have nothing against you Sam. From what I have come to know of you, I like you.

Alec Golden: Can I help?

Sam: She hesitates, and then moves over to Michelle. Sliding a hand along her back, in a vaguely soothing manner. "You'll forgive me for not naming names." A faint nod to Alec. "So, we'll just start from here, and go forwward. How does that sound?"

Michelle Morgan: "Young girl. Name of Silkie. You know her?" It's not an accusation...she's merely wary of Alec right now. Her hatred is currently at one man and one man alone.

Alec Golden: *he thinks about that then shrugs* Works for me. Dunno why you were told that, so if you can give me the benefit of the doubt, I would appreciate it. *grins* I am pretty fucking harmless after all. *decides not to mention the twin .45's within a short couple of steps reach*

Alec Golden: *cocks head and thinks* Yeah. Kinda out there. Seemed to think she was older than she was. He killed her?

Sam: There is an audible grinding of teeth. Dammit, she wants the man dead. Her hand keeps strokinng Michelle's back.

Sam: "No one is harmless, I've learned."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah. Quicker then I could react. But five bullets in his head, but not in the right spots, apparently. He got away."

Michelle Morgan: She's calming a little at Sam's touch. That Sacred Hatred isn't deminishing quickly, though, by any means.

Alec Golden: *a slight frown at that* Damn. Bad luck there. Five shots and all of the flesh wounds. You need a larger caliber weapon. *glances at Sam* To those I like, I am.

Michelle Morgan: "Getting one."

Sam: "Or a bomb or three." She mutters darkly, hand still moving soothingly over Michelle's back. Sleep. They both really needed to sleep.

Alec Golden: *nods* Forty-fives work well. If you can afford it and find one, get a Desert Eagle. Fifty cal slug, even a near miss will put someone down.

Alec Golden: ((Fifty cal slugs are brutal on Fomori heads too.))

Michelle Morgan: "Sam's on it."

Sam: She nods sharply. Let the military woman handle the weapons.

Alec Golden: *looks over* I have the utmost faith in ninja chick. *grins, he is obviously giving a compliment*

Michelle Morgan: She gives a short nod of agreement. Unfortunately, she has lost her smile at the moment.

Sam: She smirks, though it's not a plesant smirk. The hand stilling on Michelle, looking down to her briefly. Clearly thinking someone needs to, you know... go home.

Alec Golden: So. *looks between the two* Why the tension all of a sudden? *focuses on Michelle and sips his tea*

Sam: Dark eyes slide back to Alec, narrowing faintly. She's not sure how to handle this tactfully.

Alec Golden: *siiiiiip*

Michelle Morgan: A sigh, and she raises a hand to rub her forehead. "All right. I'm willing to put some trust in fucking demons, and I'd say you've had the potential jump on me for most of the morning. So, I guess what I'm saying is, this hasn't changed all that much, I guess." She's just...tired right now. "My experience with...people like you, Alec...has obviously not been exceptionally pleasant, between attempts to fuck with Sam and...Monday. But it was also just one person. I do recognize this."

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: A hand slides up to rub gently at the back of Michelle's neck, fingers kneading carefully.

Sam: She shifts, but listens.

Alec Golden: People like me? *quirks a brow* Handsome, long haired, club owning, rock star wannabes? *grins*

Michelle Morgan: Tact? What is this thing you call "tact?" She's damn well out of it at the moment, suddenly.

Sam: "No, vampires." She says bluntly.

Michelle Morgan: "What she said."

Alec Golden: That's me. But what do you expect? Spent the past ten years or more working clubs. *laughs* Shit, the sun hurts after spending that much time working nights.

Michelle Morgan: She winces a little. The humor of the moment is quite lost on her.

Sam: "Cut the shit please Golden." She mutters.

Sam -> Michelle Morgan: And kneading turns to just her hand resting there. Reassuring.

Alec Golden: *quirks a brow* Vampire? Seriously? Like turn into a bat, big fuckin fangs, 'I vant to suck your blood' vampire?

Alec Golden: ((*gets all shifty eyed* Can't talk about Vampires...the Nos know everything....))

Michelle Morgan: "Yes. Just like Ammon Black. Who tried to feed Silkie--a mermaid, I believe--some of his blood, thus killing her. And then I blew half his head off, literally, and watched him run away. After that, I watched to werecreatures I have worked with in the past come in and retrieve said fucking mermaid. Drop the Gods-damned pretenses, Alec. Now."

Michelle Morgan: "You can come out with it, or I can find the damn truth my own way, right fucking now."

Alec Golden: *quirks a brow at this* And you saw all this. And all there supposed supernatural creatures had no problems with letting you walk away. *cocks head* Fascinating. Why do you suppose that is?

Sam: She inclines her head faintly. "We don't have any quarrel with you. Just a one. Ammon. Black. So please. Just... cut the crap."

Sam: "Because we all want Black dead and crispy fried."

Michelle Morgan: She had a response, but she bites it back after Sam gives hers.

Alec Golden: Ah. So these...things...that have hid from sight for so many...centuries? All of a sudden cast off their veil of secrecy, just because they hate Ammon Black.

Sam: "People do a lot they wouldn't when consumed by hate."

Alec Golden: Well, ladies, it sounds to me like the Weekly World News needs to hear about this then. *crosses his legs and smiles* Werebeasts, vampires, mermaids....all that shit they have been printing for years...you can prove it.

Michelle Morgan: Her hands go to retrieving a cigarette and lighting it. Her patience for the shadow-games is nearing the end of her rope.

Michelle Morgan: And there it went. She sighs. "Oh, for fuck's sake. I'm sorry, I you guys, but I don't have the patience for this right now, I just don't. Because I'm a fucking quote-unquote supernatural myself." Yeah, that's right. The woman who espouses the Rule of Shade to everyone just proved herself a hypocrite.

Alec Golden: *cocks head* You are a supernatural too. *quirks a brow* Damn, you seemed so normal to me.

Alec Golden: *sets his tea down and turns his full attention back on the women, the happy facade slipping away as he turns quite serious*

Sam: Her jaw twitches. Patience, Sam. Fucking... fuck. Her jaw twitches again.

Michelle Morgan: The look shot Alec's way at the glibness is hardly complimentary. "Listen, Alec. In the last week, I've experience torture and death in someone else's memories, had something pressed toward be to save be that nearly killed me for real, seen a friend die, seen the person that tortured and killed me in said memory be here in New York, stored a zombified car driver in my apartment, and all this while maintaining five or six jobs. Can we just get down to the meat of this, please, and stop joking?"

Sam: She settles next to Michelle finlly, hand moving to stroke her back again.

Alec Golden: *rises from the chair and walks over to the bookshelf, hands clasped behind his back...in full view...as he begins to speak, calmly, damn little emotion shining through now* You call me a vampire. Now, if that were true, do you not think that there are rules against me telling anyone about it? Perhaps if I WERE concealing the fact, it would be because I need to know that you can be trusted with said information. You say that Ammon was a vampire, but then you also tell me you put 5 rounds in his head.

Sam: "The only thing I see in common between you, and Ammon, is what you are. To do otherwise would be to generalize, such as saying all Arabs are terrorists." A mutter. And THAT is coming from the military woman.

Michelle Morgan: Somewhere in there, she hopes Sam has patience for BOTH of them. "Alec, have you seen me going around shouting to the news media about Ammon? No. And how long have I known about him? A long-ass time. Why, because we have our own rules. And furthermore, I have a brain in my skull." She looks to Sam and nods. "Like I said before, I'm not going to hate you because of what you are, any more then you should hate me for what I am. You had my trust. It's up to you to keep or lose it, which is no different from the situation when I walked through your door, knowing nothing of what you were."

Alec Golden: *the corner of his lip curls up in a silent snarl* Ammon and I share nothing in common. The snake is nothing like me. I am more human than he ever was. More human than many of the mortals you now know. *looks back over his shoulder* If I find out that my secret has gotten out from either of you, no force on earth will stop me. If you keep my secret, then I will be the best friend you could ever have.

Michelle Morgan: ((had=have))

Alec Golden: *eyes flick to Michelle* Hate you for what you are? What are you Michelle? Supernatural does not narrow it down all that much.

Sam: "No one is spilling anything to anyone. And, no offense, it does go both ways." A faint nod. "You keep ours quiet, we keep yours. Deal?" She rises, one hand on Michelle's back, the other offered out to Alec.

Michelle Morgan: "I'm Awakened. Mage. Cult of Ecstacy, to be specific."

Alec Golden: *turns and shakes the hand* Deal. *looks between the women* So, now that we are all out and honest with our laundry in the open, what now?

Sam: Now they go sleep. Or... whatever Michelle says. She sits back down, glancing at Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: "Now, I believe you have some legal papers to turn over to your lawyers to look at." She shrugs. "I just told you. This changes nothing between us, until one of us fucks up and makes it change something. Which I don't think any of us intend to do." She leans against Sam a little for support.

Alec Golden: Yeah, that I do. *shrugs* Lawyers suck though. Have someone take it there for me. Keep the slime off. *looks at Sam, then back to Michelle* I do not know if you know about the Treaty, but I am not bound by it where Ammon is concerned.

Sam: She slides an arm around Michelle. "Nor am I." She mutters.

Michelle Morgan: "I still need to make a formal complaint to the Concerto. Ammon went after a mage besides me, as well. Not to mention Silkie. And myself." She looks to Alec. "I'm part of the Treaty. But considering Ammon's actions, I'm guessing we all get our shots at retrbution. Gonna have to see what that new manager person says."

Alec Golden: *nods at Sam and walks over to the bedroom, ducking in the door and returning with two holstered .45's* Sounds like we get to do some hunting soon. I'm ready when you are. *sets the weapons on the counter and steps away, no need spooking the mage*

Alec Golden: *glances to Michelle* If we wait that long. Hopefully, he is dead before anyone else figures out what to do.

Sam: Guns, what-! She tenses for a moment, fingers twitching, before she settles again. Fuck. The arm tightens just a little around Michelle.

Alec Golden: *moves and sits back in the chair, looking to the two women*

Michelle Morgan: "I'm going along. Even if it's just to watch him die," she adds darkly, eyes glittering with something very nasty and bubbling.

Alec Golden: Whatever. It's results I am after, not emotion. I will celebrate once he is gone.

Michelle Morgan: "I want results, Alec. But if I can't bring them about, I'll at least be there to see it happen."

Sam: She glances over at Michelle.

Sam: "I think, for now, some of us need to rest." A look up again. "And then we can plot Mr. Black's end."

Alec Golden: Okay. *shrugs a bit* I do not want this to become a party. Too many people will be a clusterfuck. Anyways, you two, if you will pardon my french, look like death warmed over. Don't mages sleep?

Michelle Morgan: "Used to."

Alec Golden: You should try it. *jerks a thumb at a door* Spare room there. You two should use it. Please even.

Sam: Her hand strokes Michelle's arm once, looking over to her. Her call.

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Sam, then looks to Alec. She manages to muster a smile to him. She's not pissed at him...he was just, sadly, in the line of fire. "I appreciate it, Alec. But I think we need our own bed, and the comfort of our pets and each other."

Alec Golden: *chuckles and nods at the sleeping horse...errr...dog in the corner* You should get a mastiff like Hades there. Big, sweet, and fun to pet.

Sam: "Cats are better." She deadpans it, slowly rising.

Alec Golden: You need to meet Bandicoot. Makes Hades look like a teddy bear.

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, we're definite cat people." She stands up, then puts a reassuring hand on Sam's arm a moment, before turning and walking toward Alec. Slow movements, so he doesn't misinterpret as hostile action.

Alec Golden: *rises as well, looking at the woman, shit, he ain't nervous, a fucking mummything tried to kill him, rocker chick don't seem so bad after that*

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: Dropped you a site PM regarding Doug's new sheet. Have emailed the same message to Chumble.

Michelle Morgan: She walks up to the man, looking about to extend a hand, then just gives up and hugs him. "...sorry. Just a rough month."

Sam: She watches, a hand running over her face briefly.

Michelle Morgan -> Troo: Started reading it a few minutes ago. *G*))

Alec Golden: *smiles and gives her a hug as well, patting her back gently* Tell me about it. Been there too. Like I said before, we just need to have some fun. I think a serious party is in order. Soon. *smiles at Sam* I hear you are doing some fireworks. I hope you will not have a problem with me watching. Just dont let me light them. *laughs* I have this thing...about fire...it's bad.

Sam: "Nah, no one will be setting them off but me. Just make sure to stay back." A pause. "You know... far back."

Michelle Morgan: She nods, and pulls away, stepping back to join Sam, sliding an arm around her waist and looking to her. "Home now?"

Alec Golden: Now why do I like the sounds of that? *smiles at her and then looks to Michelle* I'm sorry to hear about Silkie. But don't only mourn her, celebrate her life. Remember the good, don't just dwell on the loss. Okay?

Sam: She slides an arm back around Michelle, nodding to her.

Michelle Morgan: The words are heard, although they don't quite register. "Yeah, I know. Not the first people I've outlived."

Alec Golden: *nods and goes to let them out* At least, you don't outlive everyone Michelle. *shrugs at her* Be careful going home. Want me to get you a cab?

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: Sorry, boss was lurkin.

Michelle Morgan -> Troo: ((S'all good. *G*))

Sam: She winces at the mention of a cab. Oh yeah, she got in the accident.

Michelle Morgan: "Jury's still out on that, Alec. Bet I've known a mage or two who outlived a good number of even your older folk."

Alec Golden: *nods at this* Alas, you are the only two mages I know.

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: ((Here's hoping Chumble doesn't object to the sheet. Biocontrol 1 thru 4 are pretty boring *G*. I figured a lot of it would come from his affinities whilst a vampire and the natural affinities (the psychic invisibility and the channelling mimicing obfuscate and enhancing the Medium merit respectively). Biocontrol kinda slots in with how vampire bodies work. Alas there's no celerity Numina *G*))

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: ((My only defence is that the Sorceror book doesn't limit you to a starting level of 3 in anything, unlike Vampire, so if you want to plow all 5 freebies into a single path, you can))

Michelle Morgan: "Doubt it. But a cab would be nice, yes, thank you."

Alec Golden: *nods and grabs the phone, calling for a cab* Should be a couple of minutes and you are good to go.

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: ((I also figured it was okay, since his dice pools for all of them are rotten *lol*. So he may have Biocontrol 5, but he only actually has 4 dice to pull it off with *G*))

Sam: A faint nod to both

Michelle Morgan -> Troo: ((Well, to be fair, I told Chumble (because Sorceror scares her) that I'd handle the sorceror approvals for her. 'sides, I got the book, she don't. *G*))

Alec Golden: ((And assume he walks them to the cab and sees them off, then comes back for resty time?))

Michelle Morgan: ((Sounds good to me. *G*))

Sam: ((Sounds good to me))

Troo -> Michelle Morgan: LOL okay then!

Alec Golden: ((Alrighty then. *G* Tanks for da play. Time for mes to go and sleepy. Have fun y'all. *hugs all around, even to the PMing Troodles and poofs*))