Fangwulf: *The draw,
the pull of power leads them to a club. Jazzy, almost, not too loud.
Surprisingly calming, really.*
Fangwulf: It can be
felt all throughout the City, really, and not being able to feel it is nigh
impossible.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *she's not over four
and a half feet. munchkin. bright dark eyes, long hair, a top hat, and a tailed
tux*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: The dark wisp of
a girl slips through the shadows surrounding the club, traveling down the
alleyways with a soft step...hardly afraid at what might jump out at her. She's
seen worse, surely...and really, such a prospect as this was too good to ignore.
She's dressed in a satin bustier with bra strap-style shoulder straps, lace
trims on top and botton, and lace front panel. A velvet-and-satin alternating
panel skirt covers below the waist, the look topped off with simple,
ankle-length point-toed boots and elbow-length satin gloves. She slips to the
front door, moving inside and immediately to the right of the door, looking
around with sunken eyes. ((Ping if you need the DD; Fame 3/Infamy 1 among
High-society and those who read the news; see 'Rich & Famous' for details.))
Ariadne Webber: *She's been there for a while,
nursing a drink and listening to the music as she watches the crowd gathered.
Sharp dark eyes choose and dismiss methodically by some inner criteria.*
Ariadne Webber: *Delicate without being weak.
Elegant without being showy and a distinct predatory gleam in her dark, kohl
rimmed eyes that repelled and attracted at one in the same time. Chin length
glossy black hair reveal the graceful length of neck and smokey shadow makes her
dark eyes appear smolderingly mysterious. Her skin is pale and flawless and her
lips painted a deep, lush red. She has a fondness for silks and satins that
caress her figure, accenting the lush curves of her body without showing too
much. It’s all about the wrapping.*
Fangwulf: *It's not
a horrible club, but it does seem to i.d. Those under 21 are given those ugly
black marks on their hands.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : ((*L* to the patrons,
she's a short woman. to ya'll Fae types, she's got a rather ferrety look about
herself, complete with whiskers and a tail. and glasses, to anyone looking down
her way.)) *bebops her way to the bar and clambers onto a stool with a slight
amount of difficulty, hugging her battered softsided briefcase to her thin
chest*
Morgan Beaumaris : She walks through the
streets, staying within the shadows, head bobbing to something she is listening
too, as a pair of earbuds can be seen with the cord disappearing somewhere
inside her black leather jacket. The young lithe woman moves with grace and
refinement. Dark green eyes speak of something more, however, that she has seen
and experienced much more than her apparent youthful look. Most times she seems
to prefer to wear cropped black leather tops and low-rider type simple black
pants and Victorian style black ankle boots which lace up the front, to complete
her tall, sleek look. Black seems to be her color, even her straight black
shoulder-length hair which is almost always pulled into a tight ponytail. Her
complexion is fair and she looks like should could easily sunburn, but belies
her Welsh heritage. Despite her feminine physique, at closer look, its obvious
that she is quite fit and likely works out every day. (Same goes here for her
fae seeming descrip...ping me.)
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks down
at the black mark and rolls her eyes...no matter. She's not here to drink
anyway. She pulls out a clove as she scans the place, staying at her spot just
on the other side of the door for now.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Per+Alert(Abil Apt.): 5,7,4,5,2,3,
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
*There is a woman sitting at the bar. It is clear it is
coming from her. There's something odd about her.*
Ariadne Webber: *She looks up and around, eyes
narrowing, a little confused and not liking the feeling at all. She rubs her
forehead, shifting slightly, than looks down at her drink, frowning again,but
that prickly feeling between her shoulder blades keeps her restless gaze
wandering trying to discover its source.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *her ID gets checked.
rechecked, and checked again while she simply grins widely. and passes without a
black mark on her hand*
Morgan Beaumaris : She flashes her ID,
looking annoyed by even being asked. No black stamp for her. One earbud remains
in her ear. Morgan whispers something in Welsh, looking down to her side for a
moment.
Fangwulf: ((I'd like to
see a Per+Alert from all of you.))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs :
d10: : 7,8,7,10,
Morgan Beaumaris :
d10: per/aler: 7,5,10,4,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She tilts her
head a little bit, watching the bar, and slips from her spot at the wall to make
her way over. Perhaps she could use a drink after all...never mind that it will
be a virgin drink.
Fangwulf: *It is
clear to everyone here exactly where she's coming from. And it is clear to a few
other people within the establishment.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She slips up to
the bar, nodding calmly to the bartender and leaning way over the bar to murmur
her order...a virgin daquairi. It takes a couple times of her saying it to get
it across, and by the time she's done, she straightens, coming back to her feet,
and takes a seat at the stool next to Ariadne. She glances around the
establishment, frowning a little bit, then looks back to the girl with a polite
smile. "Hello," she murmurs quietly.
Morgan Beaumaris : She doesn't move in
that close, but she scans the crowd to find what it was that had given her the
-tingles-
Ariadne Webber: *She blinks her eyes a few times,
fingers white and tight around the glass which she sets down on carefully, her
lips thinning out in anger, something in the drink. She's usually very careful
about situations like this..but someone must have been more clever.
Hallucinations and paranoia she observes, trying to remain analytical.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *orders a BIG glass of
orange juice in a chirpy voice and turns to watch Adele and Ariadne with bright
eyes from her stool at the bar*
Morgan Beaumaris : She heads closer to the
bar, but isn't about to order.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Dorian gets a
glance, and the slightest of nods, before she looks back to Ariadne.
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *sends Adele a wide,
beaming grin, kicking her feet a little against her stool. and sipping the OJ*
Ariadne Webber: *If she were still holding the glass
she might have broken it. As it is she turns her head with a jerk out of
proportion to the quiet greeting, staring narrow eyed at Adele for the moment
she says nothing and then a faint, careful nod in return.* Good evening.
*Enunciating each word.*
Fangwulf: *And with
a slow movement, a man approaches the bar as well. Watching with curious eyes.
He brushes one red strand of hair behind his ear.*
Fangwulf: *He slides
onto a stool, on the other side of Ariadne.*
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
*And I believe that Adele is the only one who would
recognize Aethillian.*
Ariadne Webber: *her eyes track something along the
bar and she shakes her head slightly a brief look at the man, and then a longer
look. she'd rub her eyes but it would smudge the makeup and she'd be damned if
she'd ruin THAT fine job.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She inclines her
head a little to Ariadne, effecting a look of some concern. "My name is Adele
Hamilton. Are you quite all right, Madame...?" The question is left hanging
there, as if asking for politely requesting introduction.
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *perks up and blinks.
*ponders a moment, then climbs off the stool to pick one closer to Adele and
company. the drink gets set down before any climbing attempts, however.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks up at
the man who sat at Ariande's other side, and her eyes widen. Ever so
slightly...almost imperceptibly. She gives him a corteous smile and a slight bow
of her head. "Good evening, sir. it has been some time since I have had the
pleasure of your company."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *puts more of her
gaze on the guy, grinning wickedly from ear to ear. a bubbly, very soft chuckle*
Ariadne Webber: I'm fine. *She answers in a
measured, cold tone. They are getting MUCH too close. She tries to take the
measure of those who have gathered, suspician, dark and ugly, flickering in her
eyes.*
Fangwulf: *He smiles
faintly.* It has, hasn't it. *He looks back to Ariadne.* Pardon me, miss...
could I perhaps have the distincty honour of purchasing you a drink?
Morgan Beaumaris : Morgan still keeps her
distant, watching and listening to the others around Ariadne.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Damn him and his
age-giving powers of alcohol buying. She smiles to the two near her, taking a
sip off of her drink as she looks the man over.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((And they all let the least social Fae PC in New
York do the talking. I love this. :P Does Aethilian visibly have the pendant on,
perchance?))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *gives Ariadne a
wide, bright smile. she's sort of used to the suspicious kind of looks. short
people are always so misunderstood!*
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((Yes. He's nearly bragging about it.))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : hey, mister. did you
ever find what you were looking for? *chirps cheerily, peering around Adele*
Ariadne Webber: *She looks at the man, too
distracted at the moment to give him the proper perusal and not about to order
something else.* No...thank you. *the last tacked on, remembering her manners.*
Fangwulf: Ahh.. all
right then, miss. *He smirks faintly, and keeps his place. He toys with the
pendant around his neck.*
Morgan Beaumaris : Morgan mostly watches
pointy ears, smirking about something, though her glance moves back to Ariadne
from time to time.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She leans back a
little bit as Dorian sticks her nose in close to ask the guy her question...dark
indigo-painted lips tugging downward in a frown of annoyance as she has to.
Ariadne Webber: *Short people have no reason to
live. A coldish look at Adele, though the full impact is lessened by the
confusion and anger glimmering there. And she wishes they'd all just BACK OFF!*
Fangwulf: *He looks
back to Dorian.* I am satisfied, *he answers simply.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *are you sure you're
ok, stranger lady? *tilts her head to Ariadne* you look awfully pale and kinda
sweaty. it's not THAT hot in here. *a big swallow of OJ*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Long fingers
reach out to grasp her drink and take a sip...the goth girl looks quite a bit
uncomfortable with the sudden sprawl of people around them herself.
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *nods to the guy*
that's good. i always hate it when i can't find something. but usually i can
remember more or less where i put it so it doesn't happen too often. unless, of
course, i haven't gotten it yet and then i get to play Indiana Jones! only most
of the time without the rolling boulders and strange monkey children and people
wanting to cut out various body organs. *a cheery flood of words from the
munchkin, grinning cheerfully*
Fangwulf: *He pauses.*
Less words are better, little one, *he informs Dorian with a rather cold look.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *tilts her head*
people do keep telling me that. i've never found it so. words are meant to be
used, after all, or they get lonely and sad. and you sneeze when you have to
dust them off.
Ariadne Webber: *she takes a long look at Adele,
that pallor Dorian commenting on becoming more pronounced. Fortunately she does
pale well. After a bit she looks away from Adele and down to Dorian, watching
her like she were some annoying insect.* You talk too much.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She frowns a
bit, as it seems her cigarette has gone out. Damn cloves and their tendancy to
do so. She palms her lighter in her hand, keeping it hidden from view as well as
possible, and goes to re-light the clove. The first drag is exhaled in Ariadne
and the mystery man's direction, to cloud over their faces.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((The cigarette smoke into their face being a
bunk, directed at Aethilian, for Chicanery 1, Fuddle...to make it look like the
lighter she used is THE lighter. And hoping, if he picks up on the use of the
Art, he'll equate it to the enchantment of the lighter.))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *chortles to
Ariadne* it's a hobby. i don't talk nearly so much if i'm listening to something
interesting, though. you look awful, by the way.
Ariadne Webber: *she winces slightly, hands coming
up to cover her ears as she lowers her head, closing her eyes a moment.* Too
much noise. *inhaling deeply, Adele's clove scented smoke sticking in the
throat, making her cough.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((And tossing a Glamour in to lower the
difficulty.))
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
*nodnod* go for it. If you wait for another minute or so,
it'll be a level two bunk, but I think the effect will be lost. Diff 8.))
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((Diff 7, then.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton ->
Fangwulf:
d10: Fuddle(WP): 10,5,2,6,7,
Morgan Beaumaris : She rather prefers her
spot from afar given the agitation of the woman. For a quick moment, she reaches
down and pats at something that for normal eyes would be thin air.
Fangwulf: *He frowns
slightly, and his head lowers to the girl's hand. And he gets up, quickly,
perhaps crowding Ariadne a bit more.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : do you have a
headache? *blinks* i can see if i have some tylenol in here. but i'm pretty sure
i don't. i do have carrots, though. it's a scientific fact that carrots are very
good for relieving headaches.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She gives
Ariadne an apologetic look, the lighter slipping back into her pocket. "My
apologies, Madame," she murmurs. "You seem uncomfortable...I will leave you be."
With a quick nod to her, and a protocol smile to Dorian and then the guy, she
slips from her stool, taking her drink in her hand and heading toward the empty
table nearest the door.
Fangwulf: *All of you
feel it. It's so intense. If you've never felt a Chrysalis before... there is an
explosion of power. The red-haired sidhe looks up at it, infuriated at the
moment.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *shivers slightly,
watching the girl silently for a few moments. treasure those moments....*
Ariadne Webber: *She moves off her chair as the man
crowds close, it's almost a skitter, the agitation and anger increasing.* I
don't need Tylenol. *she grits out again, taking deep breaths of the clove
tainted air. Red tipped nails clenching and then unclenching.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Well...started
to head to the empty table near the door, before the Chrysalis started. Her body
stiffens, the sensation of the awakening sending shivers down her straightened
spine, and she stops where she is for the moment.
Ariadne Webber: *Her eyes widen a moment and she
laughs underneath her breath, lips curving in something that resembles a
smile..only in it's curve.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : ok. *watches her a bit
longer* you might feel better if you go home, though. or take a nice walk. the
parks are lovely this time of night.
Jennifer Hubbard: *she's almost running down the
street. She can sense what's happening...and once she gets to the entrance,
she'll...well...attempt to enter*
Fangwulf: *He looks
back to Adele with an accusing look. A curl of his lip, and he looks back to the
girl. He runs for the exit.*
Ariadne Webber: And then she stiffens, biting back a
scream of pain that comes out as a low groan, grasping her sides and then looks
down in total shock and horror.* Oh Damn....
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She hits her
senses as she feels someone running for the exit that she was vaguely
approaching. She stumbles a bit, as if lost in the sensation, and careens into
him.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((She's going to try and "bump into" him and lift
the pendant.))
Morgan Beaumaris : She moves was going to
move back but she was too slow. ((Finally off the phone.))
Fangwulf: *Ariadne
seems to be prouting legs out of her side, insectoid... or perhaps arachnid
limbs. One of the people within the club is running for the phone to call 911
apparently.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : you're all right,
miss. *speaking as quietly as she can* everything will be fine.
Jennifer Hubbard: *assuming she has no trouble
getting in, she heads into the room and looks around...seeing who's there and
what the state of the situation is...ooh, spider legs, fun*
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((Roll Dex+Stealth for him not to notice. I'll accept one
roll for both movements.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Dex+Stealth (WP): 2,6,2,1,7,
Ariadne Webber: *she looks down at Dorian.* Does
this LOOK fine? *she snarls, another laugh, now that the pain is starting to
recede she's feeling a bit...drunk...heady...*
Fangwulf: *The smile
reveals two pretty little fangs dripping with venom. Nasty little critter. Jenn
DOES notice the skinned rabbit chimera still following her, which lets out a
weird yeep when it notes the spider.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *the psychotic little girl smirks
at that. serves the stupid little rabbit right. Teach people to have her
followed. She'll head in deeper, aiming to get right to the center of the
ruckus. Which appears to be Ariadne* ((by the way, anyone who needs a DD or Fae
Mien, PM me))
Fangwulf: *The normal
people, the mortals, seem to be quite panicking, worried about the girl.*
M...miss, are you all right?
Ariadne Webber: *The long spider legs arch back and
her mouth snaps shut a few times of it's own accord, splattering a little of the
venom around.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : i think it's neat. you
aren't the only person in the world to have strange, ah, feelings, after all.
*smiles a bit. the tail not everyone in the room can see waving slightly from
side to side as if in demonstration*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : i think maybe she has
a touch of food poisoning. *smiles to the nearest question-asker*
Fangwulf: Well, if you
don't mind... you're creating quite a scene, *the waiter says nervously.*
Ariadne Webber: (Fei Mien's please!)*she eyes the
mortal a moment.* Get away from me. *clearly none too happy at the moment.*
Morgan Beaumaris : "I think that's a good
idea. Get her out of here," she speaks up in a British accent.
Jennifer Hubbard: *she spots Morgan and frowns
slightly...but what the hell, it's a party! She's heading right to Ariadne*
"Cool accessories. All I got are the ears." *she smirks, and glances over to
Dorian* "I miss anything interesting?"
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Fae Mien: Tall
and thin, darkly attractive, the woman is a sight to behold. Long, dark black
hair falls down to her waist, resting over her shoulders and the corset she’s
wearing. Her eyes, dark and sunken in her pale face, hold a keen intelligence to
them, and they peer out over the world around her, taking in every little
secret, every dirty little detail they can and storing them away for future
knowledge. Long fingers are capped with sparkling black nail polish, reaching
much of the way down past her waist and over the black gossamer skirt thanks to
long, almost spindly arms. There is a vague odor around her, of things long dead
and soon to die. http://www.ravyns-nest.ws/images/Adele2.jpg))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : uh-huh. *nods to
Jennifer* the sword guy was here and he's satisified. also, i saw a rather
rotund man waddle into the bathroom a moment ago. odd,i thought--i didn't know
there were such things as pants in that particular shade of blue. it hurt my
poor eyes.
Morgan Beaumaris : ((Would be easier to
just post open to the room: In her Fae Seeming she is even more stunning as
befits her Sidhe heritage. Her pointy ears come to sharp point with an elegant
upward sweep. Her black hair is more luxurious and long but remains in a tight
ponytail. In her fae seeming though it is held back in what looks like a small
silver dragon claw. Her green eyes are flecked silver and radiate strength and
confidence. Next to her right eye is a chimerical musical note tattoo of a dark
blue color. She is wearing a tight leather vest with some very subtle dark blue
runes that seem to blend almost completely with the black leather. It is midriff
and leaves her navel exposed, showing off her chimerical emerald piercing with
another blue tattoo on either side. Her black leather pants show off her strong
legs and her boots come halfway up her calf and have the same dark blue arcane
symbols on it. Her black leather jacket is only half buttoned. Following at her
heels is her chimerical reddish tan Welsh hound companion.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((She get it? *G*))
Fangwulf:
d10: A Per+alert: 9,3,8,5,3,4,
Fangwulf -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
((She did. Without him noticing.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Fangwulf:
((Woot! *G*))
Jennifer Hubbard: "I swear, it's going to take me a
half hour to quite figure out which parts of that to believe." *grins, and she
turns to focus on Ariadne* "Hey there, I'm Jen, nice meeting you." *she
certainly seems friendly*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *she's tiny, around
four and a half feet tall. with long brown hair in a funny fur-brown, rounded
little ears sticking out to either side of her battered top hat, and a tail
whisking from betweent he tails of her tux jacket. glasses accent the darker
"mask" around her bright eyes, and her whiskers twitch with curiousity* ((dat's
da Fae looks, obviously.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She bumps off of
the man, murmuring an apology, and dips her hand into her purse, coming out
empty. She staggers away from him, turning to watch what's been going on. She
blinks at Ariadne's mien...and smiles. Warmer this time...apparently, she likes
what she sees.
Ariadne Webber: Is that so? *she murmers to Dorian,
eyeing the others...and apparently they're all here. She nervously touches one
of the long legs, sharp and chitonous with short stiff hairs running along their
lengths. Nair just isn't going to cut it.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *gives Jen a wide,
toothy grin and a soft giggle* miss, shall we go away from here before they call
the cops and get you tossed out or locked up in one of those comfy white rooms
for the night? *chugs down the rest of her OJ*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *nods to Ariadne* of
course it is. to misquote dear old Shakespeare-- i am an honest Puck. or
somethign like that.
Morgan Beaumaris : She shrugs, pats her
companion and starts to move toward the exit.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over
at Morgan as she leaves, brow raising slightly, before looking back to the
group. She starts to venture a bit closer...slow steps, eyes appraising Dorian,
Jenn, and Ariadne. Most of the attention toward the newly awakened one, of
course...those spider legs seem to be quite intriguing to the thin, shadowy
thing.
Ariadne Webber: *A deep breath..okay...apparently
this isn't a weird trip...becaause if she's hallucinating about cute furry
things..she'd kill herself. So..this must be real. She looks at Jennifer's hand
without touching it.* Ariadne. *she says, turning a little to survey the others,
the others, if they're close, might take a step back or avoid being thwapped by
the long legs, which at the moment seem to have a mind of their own.*
Morgan Beaumaris : She doesn't actually
leave. It didn't seem they had listened to her anyway. Commoners anyway. But
she'll watch for a little bit. Morgan does give a polite nod and smile to Adele.
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : Ariadne? *suddenly
burbles out a merry laugh* oh, that's simply far too perfect.
Jennifer Hubbard: "Nice meetin' ya. What say we get
out of here before they club us over the head and bring us to those white rooms
Ri mentioned? I'll hum the Benny Hill music if that helps."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : we should probably go
for a nice walk or soemthing now, really. *grins to Jen and Ariadne. oh, and i'm
Xenobia Dotson.
Ariadne Webber: I don't look good in white. *She
answers, blinking a few times. Getting out of here seems like a really good
idea. She'd really like to find a mirror.*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : oooo! oooo! can you do
"follow the yellow brick road" instead? *bounces on her stool, then begins the
climb down to the ground*
Jennifer Hubbard: ((Ahh, change "Ri" to "she", not
sure that Jen knows Ri's actual name))
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : ((*L* nope, she
doesn't....))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She comes to a
stop about six feet away, peering over the group calmly. "Leaving would be an
excellent idea," she murmurs, though with the music and her soft voice, it's
more to her then to anyone else.
Jennifer Hubbard: "Ok, I can do Follow the Yellow
Brick Road if you insist. It's not really me genre so much though." *shrugs*
"But yeah, let's get the hell out of here before anything bad happens."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : ok. you two lead and
i'll follow. *grins up at the spider lady and the chick with the naked bunny
happily. and gives Adele a little wave*
Fangwulf: *Said
skinned rabbit leaves bloody footprints behind it, and for the first time, it
parts ways from Jen. Potentially to report back to its master.*
Ariadne Webber: *She starts to move after Adele,
Dorian is making her feel all sorts of wrong it's the cuteness, and the
chirpiness, makes her want to use a gag, probably not the first person to have
thought that. But she's not a person anymore is she? What the hell is she?
Spider Woman..too cliche. She opens her mouth to say any number of things,
several phrases freezing in her mouth. She finally manages a shrug of agreement,
non verbal seems easiest.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she'll head out, leading if no
one else does, humming "Follow The Yellow Brick Road", as requested*
Ariadne Webber: *She looks after the naked bunny for
a moment, running her tongue over her teeth, feeling the sharp points of the
fangs and the sweetish taste of the venom...venom...she's got venom. Another
little smile.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She smiles a
little bit to Ariadne, and gestures to the door, then starts to lead them toward
it.
Morgan Beaumaris : Morgan's still
standing there by the door. She watches the rabbit suspiciously, and had to call
a command to her hound not to try to go after it.
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *follows cheerily, a
bounce in her step*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks up to
Morgan and stops for just a moment. Her frame lowers ever so slightly, in a
subtle but respectful curtsy, and then she's heading toward the door, and the
sidhe. "Good evening, Lady," she murmurs when she gets close enough to be heard.
Morgan Beaumaris : She smiles to Adele.
"Good evening. Everything under control?"
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *beams happily at
Morgan, bright eyes flicking over her in a brief moment of curiousity. espcially
her shoes. she has nice shoes*
Ariadne Webber: *It's hard not to stare at Morgan,
for this is her first glimpse of a Sidhe, the woman quite outshines anyone else
in the room, though everything is rather startling with this new perception
she's suddenly gifted with. Things look different..and yet the same and here she
is sprouting legs and fangs. It will take some getting used to.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I believe it
is, yes," she says to Morgan, giving her a courteous smile. The very picture of
civility.
Jennifer Hubbard: *she spots Ariadne being all
impressed by the Sidhe...oh well, she'll have some work to do to make sure this
one knows better. She's leading on out, and stops humming at all*
Morgan Beaumaris : "Then I doubt my
presence is wanted or needed," she is very polite but she knows how it is.
"Thank you, Adele."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *looks around outside
cheerfully, shifting from foot to foot as if she just can't stay still*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *gives Morgan a wide
grin*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she does her best to pretend
Morgan isn't there*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course, Lady
Morgan," she says with a smile. "Happy to be of assistance."
Morgan Beaumaris : She smiles back to
Adele. "Have a good evening then." And a smile goes to Dorian as well since
she's being friendly and nice. Even Jennifer gets a polite smile as does Ariadne.
Ariadne Webber: *She slips by and outside, relaxing
once she's away from the crowd, the arched and curled legs relaxing as well. She
has a chance now to feel along her rib cage to see how they're attached, feeling
the soreness in her muscles along her back and then she pauses, staring in
fascination by her own chimerical, spidery shadow.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *turns to Ariadne once they're
outside* "Feeling liberated yet?" *grins*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *giggles happily and
looks around at the ground again. head tilting slightly as she ponders*
Ariadne Webber: *And totally misses Morgan's
farewell. Shadow puppets doncha know.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods to
Morgan and slips out the door. She lets out a slight sigh when she gets into the
open air, dark eyes scanning the vicinity quickly and astutely.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton:
d10: Per+Alert(Abil Apt.): 6,10,1,9,2,
Fangwulf: *It is clear
that Aethillian is gone. The small skinless rabbit has left behind a few bloody
footprints.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She relaxes a
bit and looks to the others. "Where to?"
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *blinks at the
footprints and crouches to examine them* mmmm......bye! *and quite cheerily
wanders off in the direction of bloody footprints*
Ariadne Webber: *Evasion seems a natural choice for
her and she answers Jennifer's question with one of her own.* What are you? What
am I? What just happened? *well, more than one question, but she IS a pooka.*
Ariadne Webber: And WHAT is SHE? *pointing at
Dorian. The dreadful truth just starting to tease her conscious.*
Morgan Beaumaris : She'll move outside
trying to stay to the shadows and out of sight. Should have just stayed home and
made her music.
Jennifer Hubbard: "Well, I think she's following my
furry little stalker." *shrugs, then looks over to Ariadne* "Random,
interesting, and quite a bit." *Grins* "Be back in a sec" *she dashes off after
Dorian* "Ya'know, I'd think that you'd want to stick around a bit."
Morgan Beaumaris :
d10: dex/stealth wp: 8,6,7,6,9,
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "All questions
that can be answered soon, madame," she whispers, looking around. Paranoid, this
one seems. "For now, though, discretion is of the essence, if you do not mind."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *chuckles* there's
enough of us to get her started on stuff. 8blinks up to Jen* and i want to know
where Naked Bunny went. he might've gone somewhere interesting!!
Ariadne Webber: *Her eyes flash with irritation and
her teeth snap together, the little spider fangs gleaming.*Adele: Are YOU going
to tell me anything useful?
Jennifer Hubbard: "Oh, he almost certainly went
to the Train Yard." *shrugs*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I assure you,
Madame, that I will. When we can get somewhere more private."
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *blinks up at Jen and
giggles* the Train Yard? i like the Train Yard.
Jennifer Hubbard: "Congrats. Probably went to report
in. But anyways, you sticking around for this now that you know, or not?"
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *ponders* for a bit,
perhaps. *laughs softly and skips back to the group*
Jennifer Hubbard: *heads back* "Ok, so let's go
someplace where we can fill Ariadne in on things."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Mention of the
Train Yard brings a faint smile to her face. "Transportation is of paramount
concern right now." She pulls a Sidekick II out of her purse and dials up a limo
service. Cab won't work with those legs of Ariadne's.
Lexington Metcalf: Damn. A little late,
she felt it but well, she was just enjoying her little playtoy too much. She
hurried to the area where she had felt the energy and hoped.
Wavy auburn tresses fall to one side, almost hiding the small blue ridged horns
on her forehead. Ice blue eyes shine prominently from behind big eyelashes and
stand out against her slaty blue complexion. She wears a lightweight sleeveless
beige turtleneck sweater, showing off her very large muscular shoulders, though
most is hidden by her hair, which falls half way down her back. The sweater is
cut off slightly at the navel and her black jeans fall low on her hips and are
tucked inside combat jungle boots. Not overly bulky, her body is quite well
toned and noticeable even through her casual wear. About her is a noble bearing,
and like those of her kith, she is tall at about eight feet tall, nearly
dwarfing the small non chimerical golden retriever that follows gleefully at her
heels and wears a sapphire collar.
Ariadne Webber: Adele: Can you be assured of such a
place?
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I most
certainly can," she says, once the phone is hung up.
Lexington Metcalf: She looks around,
seeing the small gathering, and picks up the puppy and craddles him against one
of her massive arms.
Ariadne Webber: *Blue skin...eight feet tall. Must
be another one of them. Must be a female thing. At this point she's forgotten
all about the red haired male that was in the club earlier.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she sighs...there was a Sidhe and
now there's a Troll...why can't there be a Nocker or a Redcap? At least this
whole thing is Pooka-riffic*
Lexington Metcalf: ((Believe me...you
wouldn't have wanted my Nocker here....trust me!!!!!))
Ariadne Webber: And I don't run a brothel by the
way. *Totally random aside..or is it? Adele WAS calling her Madame.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks over
to the approaching Troll, a delicate eyebrow arching slightly. She nods her head
to Lexington slightly. "Good evening, madame."
Jennifer Hubbard: *well, apparently transportation
has been summoned, so she'll just wait, and watch people...unless spoken to or
somesuch*
Dorian "Ri" Hobbs : *blinks as a lady
walks by on the arm of a gentleman. she's dripping with shiny things* ooooo....*and
she's off, slipping after the couple with wide and eager eyes* ((cuz i have to
go to bed now. *L* thanks, guys--this was fun! *beams*))
Lexington Metcalf: She's very polite,
smiling and petting the -puppy- well he is small in comparison but he's a full
grown dog. "Good evening. I missed it didn't I?"
Ariadne Webber: I am feeling quite unfull at the
moment. *She gives a slight nod of agreement to Jennifer.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Only just. She
is here." She looks up as the limo comes, and smiles. "And here is our
transport."
Lexington Metcalf: ((Good night *hugs*))
Jennifer Hubbard: ((bye! *waves*)) *Jen watches
Dorian wander off and just shakes her head*
Ariadne Webber: (night night!)
Lexington Metcalf: "Oh....well..." looking
around. "If there is anything I can do to help, just let me know...." since
Adele spoke to her, she reaches into a pocket and pulls out a business card and
gives it to her.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((*Hugs the
Harper*)) She smiles and takes the business card, looking it over. "Perhaps you
might like to join us?"
Ariadne Webber: *The she in question is the still
rather shell-shocked looking creature with black shiney spider legs sprouting
out of her sides and two small shiny fangs glistening with venom. She's really
quite attactive...if you have a spider fetish.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton -> Ariadne Webber:
((Which Adele does. *G* Friend of Spiders Merit.
She likes Ariadne.))
Ariadne Webber -> Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: (oh
sweet. *lol* that's too too funny.)
Lexington Metcalf: She looks at Jennifer.
She may be big and blue but she's does work with people for a living and is
pretty perceptive. "I would be intruding."
Jennifer Hubbard: "Nah. So long as you make sure
not to pick me up and toss me anywhere, I've got no issue with you." *seems she
has reasons for being wary of Trolls*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: Dorian's exit
has either not been noticed, or just not been acknowledged. She slips the card
into her purse and makes her way to the limo. Whoever's coming will follow, she
is sure.
Jennifer Hubbard: *she'll head into the Limo*
Lexington Metcalf: "You're not my type,"
she smirks playfully.
Lexington Metcalf: "You have a way to
contact me, ma'am," she tells Adele. "I've got a man waiting for me back in my
bed. I'm sure this is all under control." ((Need to run for a short bit
anyway.))
Ariadne Webber: *Ari is eyeing the limo, trying to
get her legs to work in concert before getting in the vehicle. When one curls
in, the other one stretches out, and when that one curls in, two more stretch
out. But finally she gets them all curled up neatly against her chest. She
figures Adele isn't going to do her any wrong.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Fair enough,"
she says to Lexington. "Good evening." And then she's in the limo, sitting
comfortably as she goes for a drink. Damn black marks on the hand.
: No lurker posting, take a nick.
Ariadne Webber: *and she follows into the limo.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she'll shrug and give a bit of a
polite-ish nod to Big Blue outside as she makes herself comfortable in the limo*
Lexington Metcalf: The Smurfette heads
back off from where she came.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She frowns,
realizing she has few options for true privacy. "Peekskill, please," she tells
the driver.
Ariadne Webber: *She glances at the driver.* Is
he...you know?
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She gives
Ariadne a pleasant smile as she pushes the button to bring the black window up
between the driver and them. "No. He isn't."
Jennifer Hubbard: *she's quiet...which is odd, the
insane storyteller that she is*
Ariadne Webber: Peekskill..where's that? *her next
question, eyes flicking between the other two occupants.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "North, outside
of the city," she murmurs, sipping her newly acquired drink.
Jennifer Hubbard: *she nods after Adele speaks*
"There's some safe places up there."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((And shall we
off to Peekskill?))
Fangwulf: ((I'm still
observing. Lemme know if you're going to Dawson's, or the Train Yard.))
Ariadne Webber: *She seems to have nothing else to
say at the moment, or perhaps her questions are best kept until better privacy
can be assured. Her legs clatter together every once in a while when they go
over bumps but she seems to have control over them for the moment.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Train Yard.
Adele's more comfortable there, she imagines Ariadne will be...and y'all let HER
call the shots. *EG*))
TRAIN YARD
Fangwulf: *The dark
,the train tracks... and that ramshackle shed that no one has the heart to rip
down. Yes, the Train Yard of Peekskill.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she's on the watch for that thing
that tried to kill her the other night...she definitely wishes she had a good
sturdy umbrella*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She slips free
of the limosine after paying the driver, and watches him leave before sighing.
Her eyes pass over the train yard with a smile, and she looks back to the two.
"Shall we?" She moves to lead them on toward the general direction of the shack.
Ariadne Webber: *Interesting place. Desolate.
Decrepit even.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she'll follow Adele, and look to
see if there's bloody footprints...bet they beat the rabbit here*
Ariadne Webber: *She slides out of the limo,
stretching a bit, after the long ride. Well long for her.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "I'm sorry,
madame..." She looks to Ariadne as they walk. "I believe I was otherwise engaged
when we got your name."
Fangwulf: *The door to
the shed opens. And the little rabbit hops out. So much for Jennifer's
surmising. It looks up, and chatters its boney teeth. Skinned bloody thing. One
can see its veins pulse.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *grumbles something about wascally
wabbits*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She smiles at
the rabbit and leans down to kneel, petting it. Okay, so the girls a liiiittle
creepy, perhaps. "Good evening," she says to the rabbit.
Fangwulf: *It looks up
to Adele, and leans into the touch. A little spurt of chimerical blood comes out
of the side, and the pleased chitter almost seems echoed.* I think he likes you,
*the near ghostly whisper sounds from the doorway.*
Ariadne Webber: Well, it's a rather obvious name.
Greek mythology..she was turned into a spider...ring any bells? *distracted by
the skinned rabbit.*
Jennifer Hubbard: *she's quiet and watchful*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She looks toward
the whisper and chuckles a bit. "The feeling is mutual. Good evening. I've
brought a new friend." She looks back to the Spider-Lady, nodding. "This, it
would appear, is Ariadne."
Ariadne Webber: *Friend is perhaps a strong word.
She peers towards the disembodied voice, saying nothing until she sees what it
is.*
Fangwulf: *He walks
from the shadows, a slow movement. A dead thing, greasy black hair, and sunken
dark eyes of coal. His lips blackened. He takes a look at Ariadne, and he offers
her a hand of long, slender fingers.* How do you do, Lady.
Ariadne Webber: *She looks at the thing,
something in common with Adele she senses. Well, better than bright and shiny
happy things. She holds out her hand, an odd deformation in the palm, an
indentation with skin puckered around it.* And you are? *Politely.*
Fangwulf: I am Elias,
*he whispers.* Humble proprietor of this establishment. *WHAT establishment?
Though it feels woogy in there, powerful... it still looks to be a shed.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She pats the
bloody hare on the head lightly, then rises, taking a step aside and watching
the introduction quietly.
Jennifer Hubbard: ((ACK! I'm terribly sorry to
bail...but I was just reminded that I have to read two chapters of physics by
noon...Jen's just going to hang out, and do her best not to be killed by
whatever found her last time she was here or by the slug, and she'll be certain
to not hand the lighter over to anyone.))
Ariadne Webber: *Ahhh but she's already learned that
things are not as they appear. She certainly has a certain...thing about her.
All nice and curvy and spidery. Lips glistening with...venom.* Do you all live
here?
Fangwulf: ((Okies!))
Just me, *he whispers.* But it is a safe place. Should you need sanctuary. *he
looks over to Adele, as if to confirm that is what she needs.*
Jennifer Hubbard: ((Sorry again *waves* Bye
everyone))
Ariadne Webber: (bye bye)
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She nods
slightly. "She has just Chrysalized."
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((*Hugs Jano*))
Ariadne Webber: *Sanctuary...would seem wise at the
moment until she learned what was necessary to survive.*I think it would be
rather in poor taste for me to accidently do something I'd rather do on purpose.
Fangwulf: ((Byee!
Thanks for playing!))
Fangwulf: *He smiles at
Ariadne's words. It is not a pleasant expression.* Indeed. You can stay here, or
if you are more comfortable, there is a bar not far from here where our kind is
safe.
Ariadne Webber: *the smile doesn't seem to bother
her, or she's good at hiding her reaction.* If I would not be intruding here?
Fangwulf: If you would,
Adele would not have brought you here. I trust her judgment.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She smiles
demurely at the praise Elias gives her, and nods.
Fangwulf: *And no. No
one else's. Just Adele's.*
Ariadne Webber: (I think we're getting to a good
place to stop...i'm turning into a pumpkin anyway.)
Fangwulf: ((Yeah...
likewise.))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Yeah, good point. *Nods* Thanks for the scene, guys!))
Ariadne Webber: *She nods slightly at that,
looking at Adele.* Thank you then, for your hospitality.
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Of course, Miss
Ariadne," she says with a nod. "It was my pleasure."
Ariadne Webber: (oops, adds, *and then back to
Elias*)
Fangwulf: You may stay
overnight if you like as well, miss Adele, *he offers, before leading into the
small shed, into the trunk, down the staircase, and down the dark, barely lit
hallway. Scary.*
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: "Thank you,
Mister Elias. You are most gracious with your offer." She nods and moves to
follow, after Ariadne.
Ariadne Webber: *And she follows down behind Elias,
watching where they are going.*
Fangwulf: *And the
rooms are simple, a little musty. He DOES try to offer Ariadne a better room.
Something a little more human.*
Ariadne Webber: *She does notice the extra effort
and thanks him for his time. Offering thanks to Adele as well. Right now she's
exhausted and needs to rest and think about what has happened. *(and I need to
get to sleep too..need to go wrestle with Financial aide in the morning)
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: She is, of
course, perfectly fine with any room. It doesn't matter...the ambience more then
makes up for the simplicity of her accomodations.
Fangwulf: *She will, of
course, be explained things in the morning. Elias will be perfectly hospitable,
and have tea in the morning as well. They will both be told not to wake the
Slug, if they would. It's been in quite a bad mood.*
Ariadne Webber: *She will, of course, comply and
be a good guest and so on. Not waking the slug. *(ok..it's pumpkin timefor
me..as in, turning into one ni ni y'all. Thanks Fang, that was fun)
Fangwulf: ((G'night!
I'll post experience in a bit!))
Adele Elizabeth Hamilton: ((Night! *Hugs*
great scene!))