Arlett: ((But ARlett told Joey and Jim they needen't be saw....))

Joey Edwards: ((Right, he would have to make sure they didn't see him... *L*))

Arlett: ((arlett can manage *G* she'llc all them and then go alone talk to Ae and Ita... get Ita all sleepy and then once is clear get them in..*blinks*))

Jim Franklin: ((I can sleep 'er...))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin has set up by renting a warehouse just outside of Middletown, New York. It has an office area and is partitioned into a couple different rooms. He calls Arlett late last night to inform her of the location.

Arlett: ((Arlett cans too *S*hugz* bit cloroform... keeps them safety as Joey said))

Ita McNairee: ((so long as chloroforming someone who's breastfeeding doesn't have negative results. *laughs*)

Arlett: As soon as Aerin calls her, she'll said they'll be there today.. and call Jim adn Joey ((well mett them at Haven)) she says the place is set... she can go in talk the last details with the couple and once Ita is asleep go for them

Arlett: ((no idea on that one *blinks* think nooo... but I is no doctor))

Jim Franklin: ((Int+Med roll?))

Aerin Thomas: ((Okay, hopefully, you guys inform Aerin of intent to chloroform his mate... *G* Sorry, I hear chloroform and I always think of bringing someone under unwillingly. Too many serial killer movies.))

Joey Edwards: Joey is storing up quint at the Node after he gets the call, relaxing and meditating. Once he feels calm enough, he gathers up fresh soil from living plants, tiny bugs and nutrients gathered with it.

Arlett: *snickers* of course Arlett WILL ... she won't lie.. on this))

Arlett: d10: medicine: 7,7,2,5,8,2,2,

Aerin Thomas: ((Yeah, Int+Med.))

Arlett: ARlett will bring what ever is needy to sleep ITa safely *nods* ((eyes the stock of weird stuff Trevor left her once))((or she'll make it))

Jim Franklin: *On the opposite end of the spectrum, sits the Etherite, who types in the commands quickly to his computer, storing the information to quickly work with the mind. He prings with him a pencil, a notebook, and his computer. And the recommended hairspray that Surly had told him to bring.*

Ravyn: Arlett knows that chloroform will not affect Ita's breastfeeding. Random fact of the day...chloroform used to be used in toothpaste and cough syrups.

Ita McNairee: (mmm.. my toothpaste smells sleepy fresh!)

Arlett: 88oh really?!.. weird! ))*then Arlet will get the Cloroform AND she'll let Joey and Jim wait outside on hiding till she talks to Aerin and Ita on how things should be done * (nod)

Jim Franklin: ((I was gonna say... so THAT'S why whenever I brushed my teeth I'd feel giddy.))

Joey Edwards: He thanks Sebastien warmly and goes to the main room to wait for Jim, and then they can go to the place where they told the cab to pick them up.

Aerin Thomas: He drives out to the warehouse with Ita today at the designated meeting time. Dressed in his usual look...which lately has been the "business casual" Aerin. Red dress shirt, black slacks, and steel-toes boots, with the leather trench coat over it. He pulls up to the place and stops the car, does a quick check around the warehouse to satisfy his paranoia, and then moves to take Ita inside.

Arlett: *Well she'll try be till Aerin and Ita arrive... and again she'll tell joey and Jim to wait untill she gets it clear* MEan, they are safe people... So I'll phone after she is asleep, ok?

Ita McNairee: *She's nervous. What if it didn't work? what if it HURT? What if the babies made strange at her afterwards.. What about the dogs? What if something went wrong? Would the baddies be fooled? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.. She's made confettie out of a box of kleenex on the way there*

Jim Franklin: *He waits with Joey, for the cab. Ahh yes... it's a veritable plethora of paranoia. After all, he'll be working with someone he's never MET before. How odd will THAT be? He just hopes she doesn't hate him for it.*

Joey Edwards: They get in the cab and drive to the appointed spot, where they will be in 'hiding' until Arlett gives the all-clear. Deep breathing on the way, often reaching out to pat Jim's hand more for his *own* reassurance than Jim's.

Aerin Thomas: He does his best on the car ride to be calm and soothing for Ita, pushing his own concerns--and all the other myriad things weighing on his mind--away. Once inside with Ita, he starts to look around the inside, for Arlett.

Arlett: ((*s* I think Arlett will be the most confident and calm... *blinks* WEIRD!))

Jim Franklin: *He remains careful, looking up, a deep breath, slow, keeping his eyes out in case of danger. He felt like James Bond's geeky younger brother who no one cared about.*

Ita McNairee: *Jingling announces a pikey on location, lip bit as she looks around* Allo? loves?

Arlett: *If she arrives before them, she'll wait till they are in.. why? cause that will give them both security... once in she gets in, peering around* hum.... hi

Aerin Thomas: He turns around when Arlett comes in, tensing slightly...but relaxing when she sees it's the girl. "Hey, Arlett." A little smile is sent her way. "How are you?"

Arlett: *Smiles* fine...*peering once down* and still complete *grins a bit, moving over them* hows ya? *smiling to Ita, she hasn't seen her in AGES*

Ita McNairee: *releif upon seeing Arlett, she lets go of Aerin's arm and jingles over to her, wrapping the girl in a plush hug* Och darlin...

Arlett: *blinks, then smiles more, hugging ITa back* hiya

Joey Edwards: He settles down to wait with Jim, out of Ita and Aerin's sight. "You kin make thangs permanent, right?" he whispers to him. "That's the one thang ah'm frettin' about. Well, that and makin' her look ugly or sumpin'."

Aerin Thomas: He smiles as he sees the two greet each other...anything that makes Ita smile is a good thing.

Ita McNairee: *kisses are pattered on the young girls face, ita smelling like milk and cinnamen spice. she smoothes the kids hair and beams at her* messed ye.. ah'm glad ets ye wha's daen thes.

Arlett: *Giggles, been AGES* missed ya too *looking up* ya looking well

Jim Franklin: I c...can assist with the m...magic, *he says softly.* I d...don't know if I c...can make it p...permanent, but I can tr...try.

Arlett: ((I think for permenency ya gotta have a determined number of succ?))

Joey Edwards: He looks worried. "Ah cain't make it permanent neither. Ah told Arlett this."

Ita McNairee: Och.. ah'm nae fat nae moores. *she gives a grin despite her nervousness, and sets both hands on her belly, backing away from arlett and nibbling at her lip nervously*

Joey Edwards: ((No, I think you need Prime 3. *G*))

Arlett: *she nods, looking to her* I've noticed ...*smiles, looking to ITa a longer moment... man... things have changed, then sighs, shaking her head* humm.. ok.... there are a few things I gotta tell ya two first

Arlett: ((There was another way I KNOW))

Arlett: ((well think))

Jim Franklin: Then w...we can refresh it every s...so often, *he stammers, and lowers his head.*

Ita McNairee: *ita cocks her head and looks to aerin, then back to arlett in worry*

Ravyn: ((That would be correct, Arlett))

Arlett: ((Which one *S* the prime 3 or the another way?))

Joey Edwards: "We'll do what we kin. We kin only try. Iffen she's in danger."

Ravyn: ((Prime 3 also works...but enough successes makes it perm.))

Arlett: ((YAY! *dances* see? *hugs Raven and Ravyn*))

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* We will m...make sure it st...stays.

Joey Edwards: ((Let's see if we can do it. *G*))

Joey Edwards: "Ah'm glad yore here," he whispers with a grateful smile to Jim. "Ah'm as nervous as a mouse what's scampered in ta a room full of hungry pussies."

Arlett: *she nods and breaths* ok... First of... I can't do it... but I will make sure its done right and I'll monitore Ita's security... BUT.. the people that CAN do it.. they ain't want you to know whom they are... so I gotta get Ita to sleep first... and ya gonna have to wait for bit outside Aerin... AND it's gonna take a while... I think...

Ita McNairee: och.. *she nibbles her lips*.. reckon.. tha's aulrecht.. ah trest ye lass.. jes.. make sure nae wan mucks aboot en me noggin.. aye? *she brings a tanned hand up to tap her head* ah dinnae like mind fookers.

Jim Franklin: *He blinks at that imagery.* B...but the mouse can st...still run faster than th...they can. *He smiles, and squeezes Joey's hand.*

Aerin Thomas: d10: WP: 8,3,2,7,10,4,

Joey Edwards: He grins, squeezing the hand back. "Ah kin always trust ya ta see the right way out of a mess," he says affectionately.

Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath, eyes threatening to narrow...he doesn't look incredibly comfortable with the idea of leaving Ita alone inside with two unknown people. He looks to Ita, then back to Arlett. "I'll go with that. I'll keep watch outside...If something goes wrong, though, I expect to be called immediately."

Arlett: *blinks, taking a moment in getting that* oh! ok.. that is next one... one of my friends is gonna do it.. and the other is gonna keep ya mind calm... NO he is not going to look inside you.. he is just going to make sure the process doesn't afect you in any way and I CAN make sure that is all he does..*Shruging* still I'll trus them both my life, so I don't think that'll happen

Ita McNairee: *she scowls a little* ah dinnae wan hem poken aboot oor changen naethen.. ..ee'll jes keep me calm? like.. run a fleck en there oor soomethen?

Arlett: *Looking to Aerin* I promise I won't let nothing happen to her... and I promise you'll be first in knowing if somethind DOES.... ow...*she seeks in her pocket and offers him a wishtle* by the way.. if you see anything out of place outside...-anything.- blow it...?

Ita McNairee: *the curvy pikey is notably more on edge with the topic of her mind being messed with, jingling and fussing*

Arlett: *Looking to Ita* He said he'll make sure the process didn't after ya, changing face ITa can leave a mark in ya pshyche... all he is going to do is make sure that ain't happens.. ok? that your mind doesn't get hurt with this. He will not pick, he will no change anything

Ita McNairee: *bah.. leave a mark on her psyche.. bollox.. she's none too pleased, looking up to aerin with a worried scowl. But she doesn't say anything more*

Aerin Thomas: He reaches out to smooth his hand over Ita's back, a soothing touch, and takes the whistle with a slight smirk. "If I see anything out of place outside, Arlett, you'll know by the gunfire more then likely, not a whistle."

Ita McNairee: *she leans into Aerin's touch, moccassined feet scuffing on the dingy floor*

Arlett: *Blinks to Aerin* humm.... well is... YOUR problems might be solved better that way... OURS... humm. sometimes guns aint enough... sometimes.... mean normal guns anyway *biting her lips, then looking to Ita* Ita... I PROMISE I won't let nothing happen to ya... I promise

Ita McNairee: *she nods, charms jingling, scratching at her hair like a dog with fleas*

Arlett: *and smiles, a bit, trying to be reasuringly*

Aerin Thomas: He pockets the whistle and looks around. "So, then...we're ready to go?"

Arlett: *she nods, biting her lips* first I'll give ita a bit cloroform I've measured.... so it's fine... shen she is asleep ya stpe outside and I call them... humm.... *signaling a bit behidn the house* ya gotta wait behidn till they in?

Joey Edwards: ((Of course, Aerin will likely try to peek, as paranoid as he is. *LOL*))

Arlett: ((*pokes* damm.. didn't think on THAT ))

Arlett: ((then again is not like he coulnd't just shift to lupus and get their scents then hunt them to dead if something happens...))

Jim Franklin: ((Yeah, sure, MAKE Jim pee his pants with that imagery.))

Aerin Thomas: A slight raising of his brow, but he nods. "All right." He leads them into the office, where there's a medical-style bed--Arlett did tell him to tell Ita it was going to be a normal operation, after all, and it's amazing what you can buy in New York City--ready for Ita to lay on.

Arlett: ((THAT is why she dind't tell them he IS a garou! =P ))

Aerin Thomas: ((It's called the Umbra, boys and girls. I got yer Umbral Reflections PEGGED. *Snickers*))

Ita McNairee: Och.. cloroform.. *she says with displeasure*.. ye've always gaw tha sick sweet taste en yer maw after soomewan daes tha.. *she shakes her head and sprawls out on the bed, shifting to get comfortable* aulrecht.. *a deep brath and a swallow*

Arlett: *Follows them, touching ITa's hand reasuringly, then moves to put her baggie up on a table and dig out the box where she set up the clororform for this* (

Joey Edwards -> Aerin Thomas: ((Can he see Avatars? *EG* If so, Joey's is bright (Avatar 4) and is a huge, silver wolf.))

Arlett: *Giggles a bit* wanna me to make it taste like chocolate? *winking, is a JOKE... she doens't want to mess with her breast feeding*

Aerin Thomas -> Joey Edwards: ((Nope. A mage's Umbral Reflection is just their normal look, otherwise Spirit 1 would allow you to see an Avatar.))

Ita McNairee: darlin.. ye'll need tae haul me hans.. *she lullabies to Aerin softly*.. ah dinnae wan tae hurt arlett when me breath coomes short..

Arlett: ((humm.. now i only know cloroform breathed... so!)) *she'll take out the little tank with the breading mask... checks the valves are correct, and offers the breading peice to Ita, speaking to both* I can keep Ita's life from monitored... I'll offer to give you a way to see it Aerin but I don't want to mess with what they'll do... safer

Arlett: *Blinking at THAT* hum?

Aerin Thomas: "Of course, love." He nods and reaches out to take Ita's hand, looking to Arlett. Waiting...just a little bit tense.

Arlett: *So.. humm.. bites her lips, NOW unsure, and colocates the mask on Ita, do wishpering* I promise I won't let nothing bad happen

Aerin Thomas: "That's fine, Arlett. I trust you." he leaves the as far as I can throw this building in Homid in his mind, not on his lips. He likes the girl, but handwavers have gotten on his nerves lately.

Ita McNairee: *ita nods, eyes a little watery, lip bit so hard the faint smell of blood spikes the air*

Arlett: *Tries a little smile to him,... well he -knows- is hard to trust a girl with a woman's life... and fidgets, letting the clorofomr out, smiling a bit to Ita too*

Ita McNairee: d10: wp to lay still: 8,4,7,8,7,10,6,

Joey Edwards: ((Ita has a will of iron, she is determined!))

Aerin Thomas: ((Dayum! That's one still pikey.))

Arlett: ((good! *snugz the Ita*))

Arlett: *and waits...*

Ita McNairee: *despite her apparent distress, her hands remain soft in Aerins, She doesn't struggle when she's suddenly short of oxygen, choroform bubbling to take its place.. her eyes get wide and she makes a hoarse gasping noise, before her body goes relaxed*

Arlett: *She bites her lips, DO making sure the cloroform is going out in the right measure, lookign to Ita and Aerin by turns*

Aerin Thomas: He looks at her, smiling softly, staying calm as she goes out. She'll be okay...everything will be fine. When she does finally go out, he carefully lays her hand down on the bed and looks up to Arlett, fishing into his pocket for a piee of paper to give to her. "Here's her new look."

Ita McNairee: *tenseness dribbles from her frame and she's still, but for the rise and fall of mammoth breasts*

Arlett: *blinks, taking the paper, and looking to it* oh *nods* alright *looking to him* It WILL be fine...

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." It's more hopeful then confidant. He gives Arlett a faint smile, and looks back to Ita...a long look, preserving the image of the woman he loves in his mind, before he turns and walks out, moving to leave the warehouse and go around back.

Arlett: *smiles back, fidgeting a bit when he is out... breaths in.. well Joey KNOWS what he is doing... riiight? and phones them*

Joey Edwards: He jumps when the call comes, likely to Jim's phone as Joey got rid of *his* bitty phone.

Arlett: ((musta then =P))

Ita McNairee: *the pikey rests on the table, hands limp where aerin left them, bangles still*

Jim Franklin: *He answers. At least he has confidence in his ability to manipulate the mechanical.* T...time, then? *he says softly.*

Arlett: yea... come on in *checking still Ita is doing fine*

Joey Edwards: He stands up, checking his nutrient-rich bag o' dirt.

Jim Franklin: *He hangs up, and nods to Joey.* L...let's go. *He shoulders his computer bag and opens the door, to slide out of the cab. Of course, remembering to pay the cab driver. James Bond never had to pay the cab driver. ahh well.*

Joey Edwards: He follows Jim, nervous but in control.

Arlett: ((Jim rocks)) *and hangs, waiting, biting her lips a bit*

Ita McNairee: *remains silent on the cot*

Jim Franklin: *Him? Leading? Well... all right. He walks up to the building, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Moving carefully into the building. He looks rather frightened, really.*

Arlett: *Will look out the office when hears someone entering, waving them over*

Aerin Thomas: He leans against wall of the warehouse, eyes shut. Breathe. Just breathe. It's okay...it's all going to be okay. And if it's not, he's outside of New York, and he won't violate the treaty by eviscerating the lot of them. Hands nervously fish out a cigarette to light it.

Joey Edwards: He walks in, stepping over to Ita with a softening gaze. "Aw, Ita..." he murmurs.

Aerin Thomas: ((New York CITY, rather.))

Arlett: ((hei! *pets the lazer gun she stole from Charles =P))*she lets them in.. and hands the paper Aerin gave her* she is suposed to look like this

Joey Edwards: He looks at the paper and nods. "Okay. Ah'll do what ah kin."

Jim Franklin: *He looks over the woman, and then sits down. cross-legged, on the floor, turning on his computer.* Ita... t...tell me s...something about her? *He looks over to Joey. Near pleading, looking from Arlett, to Joey, then back to the sleeping girl.*

Ita McNairee: *ita's all passed out and stuff*

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: *ring ring*

Arlett: *Blinks to Jim* She is a nice person... kept me safe when I first came *looking to her, smilling* like a big sis.... *well maybe more* don't touch her memories, she'll get pissed at me

Aerin Thomas: He blinks as his phone rings, and he pulls it out, flipping it open and setting it to his ear. A tense but polite "Hello?" follows.

Joey Edwards: "She's real nice," he says softly, smoothing back some hair from her forehead. "She loves dawgs and she loves kids, and she's pleasant ta ever'one."

Joey Edwards: "She loves life," he adds. "She really loves it."

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: *Ingvar's rumbling voice slips through the speaker with the droning ease of warm honey, thrumming through the skull.* Things proceed..?

Jim Franklin: I w...wasn't going to. I n...need a connection. Th...that should work.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah." He exhales a deep drag of smoke. "Yeah, they do. So far, so good."

Arlett: *nodding to Jim, smiles* making sure *moving a bit to give them space to work and keep watch on Ita's cloroform pouring*

Ita McNairee: *yeah. life was good. much better than death. except with the pesky prospect of dying from an infection or some sort of bacteria. but still. The pikey looks like she worships the sun, tanned a dark brown all over.*

Joey Edwards: "Gimme the sign where yore ready fer me ta start, Jim." He opens his bag of dirt, running his hand through and smiling as he feels the nourishing, primordial grit of Mother Earth.

Jim Franklin: *He nods, and smiles.* J...just know I'll be h...helping you. *He looks over to Arlett.* D...do you have any ab...ability to assist us in this? You c...can offer to the str...strength of the program?

Joey Edwards: He relaxes more at those words, smiling warmly to Jim.

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: mm. Good. *A long pause..* They are difficult.. but I have never known Abbey's ilk to fail in a concerted attempt at anything. Caught by suprise, they are not so good.. but with planning.. all is likely to be well. *Unsure himself why he bothers, the Judge uses the powerful weapon of his voice in an attempt to soothe Aerin.. settle him. Several excuses present themselves to him to justify the regard, but the truth kept carefully avoided.*

Aerin phone: d10: man+exp: 6,8,10,3,8,

Aerin phone: ((ignore that, sorry.))

Joey Edwards: ((Hard to ignore, it was a beautiful roll. *LOL*))

Arlett: +blinks, lookign to Jim* my contorl of no... mind is not to big rather, I can only see superficial thougths.. if that works... and... I can't afect such a complicated patter of life... I'll do what ya think I can help with

Joey Edwards: He sets the picture on Ita's chest where he can see it easily.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I know." He nods a little bit, letting the person on the phone calm him. "And if the opposite turns out to be true...I'm outside of the city. Nothing to violate."

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* Even b...basic control of it can h...help. We sh...should work t...together. *He nods.* For th...this woman you two c...care about so much.

Joey Edwards: "Ah'm ready," he says softly.

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: hmm. *He considers for a moment- a rustling noise and background voices are stilled.* In such a case.. how many?

Arlett: *She nods, moving to put a glass by the door and half close it.. so if the door gets open it'll rattle and make a noise... then moves to Jim* alright... I can work programs.. not my fang... so tell me what ya doing

Ita McNairee: *She's out like a light, satchel hanging off the table heavily, tugging at her shoulder. Her sundress is a little raggedy, covered in dog hair as usual.. but the dog smell is masked by the spiced scent of cinnamon and the lingering scent of milk. Joey's picture is easily propped by the swell of her breasts, sticking slightly where her top has getten wet*

Arlett: oh! Joey.. remember change how her vocal cords are *peering to him* it ain't no gonna work if we spend the night working so somebody recognises her for her voice...

Jim Franklin: I'm logging on to her head to monitor all brainwaves. *As if it is simply a computer.* And offering permanence to Joey's spell. *Flawless. Without an accent.* It w...will work. It must.

Jim Franklin: *Or, not an accent, a stutter. As he has no accent to speak of.*

Aerin Thomas: "Three of them. One of them I know, two I don't."

Arlett: *She nods* alright *grining to him and taking out her game boy, and calbes to plug it to his comp* can I? *signaling cables*

Jim Franklin: *He nods.* Of course. *He smiles, as if there shouldn't be any question of this.*

Joey Edwards: Deep breath, and he draws out the dirt, spitting into it. He mixes the saliva and dirt into a paste and begins gently rubbing it over Ita's face.

Arlett: *Nods, and plugs, mannipulating the game boy for a bit* alrgith... ya call Jim *smilling* ((She'll just help his program*nods*))

Jim Franklin: *He begins typing rapidly into his computer.*

Jim Franklin: d10: Arete (Mind) (WP): 7,4,10,

Ita McNairee: *ita's eyes move behind her eyelids as she's touched, but she's nowhere near waking up.*

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: Three.. *a pause* Would it assist to position assets in case they are needed? Such are not ideal odds.

Arlett: d10: arete (will too)): 1,1,4,

Arlett: ((*blinks* ho... shit))

Ita McNairee: (well that could have went better)

Arlett: ((I did NOT fried Ita's mind .. it was broken already I SWEAR!!))

Joey Edwards: He brings all his focus to front and center, feeling the warmth of her skin mix with the essence of his life and the nurturing dirt of the Mother. He moves his awareness into the very lifeforce of her physical form. For this first tricky part he channels a quint and wills it.

Joey Edwards: d10: arete (WP, quint): 6,8,5,

Jim Franklin: ((I don't think you should have rolled for the Mind effect anyway, Arlett, if you were assisting.))

Joey Edwards: ((and will pause for ST's part *G*))

Arlett: ((ahh...*eyes the STs* I think I should have... not sure))

Arlett: ((*erases roll?*))

Jim Franklin: ((What is Arlett's mind?))

Arlett: ((one =P))

Aerin Thomas: ((Guys, hold up for a second. I had to check the book. Arlett, you do NOT roll. Each helper adds one success to the main person's roll.))

Jim Franklin: ((and as Jim is leading the effect...))

Joey Edwards: ((phew))

Arlett: ((uhffs* breaths out too* alright *stops doing silly things*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Guys, in the future, when the ST is here, please do not start posting theories of what you think is right or is not, whether magic, combat, or whatever. I had to check the book, and almost lost posts for my log because of it. Now, gimme a moment, because I have to go back and read posts to see what is currently happening.))

Arlett: ((Sorry))

Jim Franklin: *It seems almost odd... the techno-wizard, bringing up wave patterns, duplicated on the screen of Arlett's gameboy. And in turn... almost working together, like a Cabal... it feels good, the magickal overflow. So different. Weird people.*

Ravyn: Arlett and Jim work in concert, and Ita's unconscious mind is calmed over, soothing thoughts entering into her and making her dreams quite nice. Meanwhile, Joey starts his work.

Arlett: *she'll just let the program run, helping, letting Jim the lead on this*

Ita McNairee: *the pikey's relaxed, breathing steady and soft*

Joey Edwards: He relaxes as the primordial forces of life and the earth mingle into familiarity. Here is where the Verbena belongs, and strong fingers that should not be so gentle, begin to mold the features of Ita as if they were clay. ((Rav - Should I roll a crafting roll as well as Arete to see how close to the picture he's getting it?))

Aerin Thomas: He takes a drag off the cigarette and shakes his head, speaking into the phone. "No, it's fine. If it comes down to it, I've got a surprise or two ready. Don't think it'll come to that...and unless you had me followed, it will probably take you too long to get them out here."

Ravyn: ((You can...per the Abilities enhancing Magick rule. Each success will lower the casting roll by 1, to the standard maximum of -3 to any effect.))

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: Very well. Precautions aside... I am certain that all will be fine, sir.

Joey Edwards: He studies the picture, letting it guide his hands.

Joey Edwards: d10: dex + crafts: 3,6,4,9,1,

Jim Franklin: *He keeps his focus on his computer, flingertips monitoring the keys. Pleasant. Calm. Soothing. Like a drug, almost, something to soothe. He watches Joey for a brief moment, just to watch him work. The timing... would be perfect. He could do this.*

Ita McNairee: *pretty brown eyes are hidden by lids framed with darklashes, she's at ease as joey touces her, even sighing softly and shifting beneath his fingers. it was like a maasage*

Joey Edwards: A close approximation, and as long as it looks *different* that will hopefully work. He doesn't consider the possibility of disfigurement. And now he moves himself into the sweet embrace of the Mother and draws upon his inborn talents.

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (quint): 7,5,5,

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, looking to the pavement. "Yeah, me too. Just...not exactly looking forward to after. This is the last thing I needed to do before...you know."

Ravyn: ((Joey, just for reference so I know, are you doing this as a standard 3-shot magic roll, or as an extended ritual?))

Arlett: 8(*meh... be back in an instant, need apeace parents...*S* Arlett keeps helping...))

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: Indeed. You have decided on brevity, or another plan is called for? *His voice continues in the strange, sonorous rumble. Trusting in the tones and vibration he knows is present to do the work of words. The other garou must be focused. Precise.*

Joey Edwards: ((I was going to roll three times. Though he can do more of a ritual if you think it's necessary.))

Ita McNairee: *soft and silent on the bed*

Ravyn: ((You're going to be shooting for double required successes to make it permanent, per Mage p. 209; in this case, complete success would be 1 to affect Ita, plus 4 to completely change her, including voice. I'd say you'll want to try ritual.))

Jim Franklin: *He keeps an eye on that, and keeps the link up with Arlett's help, allowing Joey his time to cast. Poor girl, really. To need to escape so badly.*

Joey Edwards: ((Ok, I'll do it.)) He gently works the nose and the lips, moving them carefully.

Joey Edwards: d10: crafting: 8,3,6,4,1,

Aerin Thomas: "Thinking brevity is probably the best option. My preferred option would be to just vanish, and let Joe explain...that is doable, but I'm not going to chickenshit out, and leave it on Joe's head."

Joey Edwards: He massages the spittled dirt into her skin, feeling the tingling of life. ((rolling for the magick))

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (quint): 2,3,4,

Arlett: ((back ))

Ita McNairee: *a hitch in her breath, face lax and soft*

Arlett: *helping... yea.. odd first time she co works with someine no Charles... and that ws AGES.. pering a bit to Ita and Joey, then screen*

Joey Edwards: He focuses hard on this last part on the face itself, wanting to make it right. Massaging the dirt in more, like a mud scrub facial.

Joey Edwards: d10: craft (wp): 5,5,8,4,7,

Joey Edwards: And now, letting the life flow through him, the Mother altering this being of her bosom.

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (no quint): 9,9,1,

Joey Edwards: ((GAH! *pouts*))

Joey Edwards: The eyes and hair are next, this not requiring his skills at crafting things, but a more delicate touch is needed. Delicate and precise.

Jim Franklin: *And perhaps he's simply being boring, or his focus is entirely on her mind, calming, soothing, and frankly, not wanting her to wake angry at all of them or with a headache.*

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: The only further advice I would have.. is if this Joe is not of our people, he does not matter.. do not concern yourself with everyone who is tertiary.

Aerin Thomas: He looks around a little...it's been a while. Time to make a round. He pushes up from the wall and starts walking around the warehouse, eyes scanning the vicinity to make sure nothing is out of place.

Joey Edwards: Lightening the hue of her eyes, gold flecks in them, as he takes some dirt from the Mother and blows it softly off his hand to speckle lightly over her lids.

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete: 2,4,2,

Ita McNairee: *her face twitches slightly as the specks of soil catch in her eyelashes*

Joey Edwards: The dirt loosely applied is not enough, and he wets his finger and spreads it over her closed eyelids, very gently and trying not to get it in her eyes. And he moves it up into her hair, lightening it to a golden brown/dark blonde.

Ita McNairee: *her face twitches slightly as the specks of soil catch in her eyelashes*

Joey Edwards: The dirt loosely applied is not enough, and he wets his finger and spreads it over her closed eyelids, very gently and trying not to get it in her eyes. And he moves it up into her hair, lightening it to a golden brown/dark blonde.

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (WP): 4,3,10,

Jim Franklin: d10: Arete (Mind) (WP): 5,10,4,

Arlett: *Still helpint Jim, by seconds peering to Joey and Ita.... then back*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, noted." He nods, eyes scanning the buildings on the other side of the street. "It's cool, I got that covered."

Jim Franklin: *He types rapidly, to keep the connection, so his computer doesn't log out. Patience. Peaceful. No, that bit of dust was just sand... sand from a peaceful beach, no need to worry.*

Arlett: *peering to Jim, then back to the work*

Joey Edwards: The last part. Tricky. Dangerous. He brings out the dirt, his senses locating a tiny plant bug. Picking up the squirming, tiny insect, he parts Ita's lips and places the bug in her mouth, letting her lips close.

Aerin phone -> Aerin Thomas: Success. *A verbal nod before he hangs up the phone.*

Jim Franklin: *A bug? Oh no no no... it's a delicious grape, fed to her by a handsome lover.*

Arlett: *Ew... keeps on helping Jim... though there is a faint vague mental note... do not let Joey change you if you ever need it...*

Joey Edwards: ((~lmao @ Jim~)) He closes his eyes, senses following the bug into her throat, and he gently manipulates the vocal cords.

Aerin Thomas: ((Ita has a handsome lover? *Looks at his Appearance 2 Ass, and over to Joe* Hmmm.....))

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (quint): 5,6,6,

Arlett: ((*giggles*))

Ita McNairee: *who would feed her a grape? it really is a dream.. but she beleives it, her lips curling a little despite the bug*

Jim Franklin: ((*L* Hey, he doesn't know about Aerin OR Joe. And an App 2 Ass?))

Joey Edwards: ((Rav, any more rolls or do you think that should end the ritual?))

Aerin Thomas: He hangs up the phone and squints, taking another check around, before he moves to his car. The phone is set inside, and everything else in his pockets, save the keys...he shuts the door and locks it, then goes to hide the keys somewhere behind the warehouse. Time to go spirit-side, and see how it's going.

Aerin Thomas: ((One more needed, by success count.))

Aerin phone: ((Nope, ita has one normal looker, one ugly one. However, Joe will toss grapes at her. Make it like a game, you know? Catch! That's the romance!))

Joey Edwards: He needs the finishing touch, and he alters the pigmentation of her skin, a more natural tan as opposed to sun-given, just a light touch and a bit of a rosiness to her cheeks. Massaging in the last of the dirt, a silent prayer to the Mother.

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete (WP): 5,3,1,

Joey Edwards: ((erg...is that enough or should he try again? *L*))

Aerin Thomas: ((By my count, that's ten.))

Joey Edwards: Hands beginning to tremble, he pulls his senses free from the ensnarement of her lifeforce and steps back. Perspiration runs freely down his back, and the paradox spirits are likely in a feeding frenzy.

Aerin Thomas: ((No, wait. One more. Sorry, diff is only five on SOME of those rolls. :P))

Ita McNairee: *her breathing is steady, the only thing the same being the clothing and charms she came in woth*

Joey Edwards: ((oooookay ~brace self~ how much paradox for the vulgar ritual?))

Aerin Thomas: He pauses suddenly, thinking. Shit, what if they can pick up on that? He knows they can pick up on some things. Not worth the risk...he scowls, and grabs his keys, continuing his rounds.

Joey Edwards: ((*L*)) He feels it's not enough. Something more. He digs out a velvety soft plant leaf and draws it over her nose and by the nostrils, the aromatic leaf pleasant and tickly. A slight upturn of the nose, perhaps?

Joey Edwards: d10: Arete: 6,8,8,

Joey Edwards: ((~dances~ Yay!))

Arlett: ((Go Joey! *S*))

Joey Edwards: "Done," he whispers, staggering back. That was...unlike anything he had done before.

Jim Franklin: *And NOW, the paradox spirits will feast. Oooh, it's gonna be a bad night for Joey. Not him, though, of course not. Maybe. He thinks. Errrgh... he slowly, very carefully logs out, the jerking of his eyeball consistent with too much computer time slowing to a halt.*

Arlett: *Waits for jim to be out completely before unplunging, breathing in , then wihspering* how are you two?

Ravyn: d10: Paradox: 6,5,1,

Ita McNairee: *she's listening to sweet child of mine in her brain, a faint smile on her lips*

Jim Franklin: *He nods, and breathes deeply.* I feel good, *he murmurs.*

Arlett: *nods to jim and eyes Joey, putting her stuff away*

Joey Edwards: "Ah'm...ah'm okay." He shivers.

Jim Franklin: *He watches carefully. worried.* W...we should get back, *he murmurs, closing up his computer.* B...before she wakes up.

Arlett: *she nods, moving to him, like if checking and nods* alright... *looks to Ita, quickling checking her then turns* I'll go out... to take him were he won't see ya.. ya leave and I get him back in, ok? catch ya back home...

Joey Edwards: "Afore we're seen," he agrees, gathering his bag which still has about a quarter-pound of soil in it.

Arlett: *Moves to them both* wait.. I'll make sure he ain't out... and... both.. thanks.. I owe ya

Joey Edwards: ((Well, it definitely could have gone a lot worse. *L* ~phew~))

Jim Franklin: *His papers and unused pencil.* He smiles ot Arlett.* Th...thanks, *he murmurs.*

Joey Edwards: "Ita's a good person. Ah had ta help her," he says simply.

Arlett: *smiles, giving first jim a hug, then Joey..* I'll wisthe when he is out of sight *smiles and starts going outside*

Ravyn: And Ita is now entirely different looking. Resting comfortably on the bed, breathing easily as the dirt fades into her body, altering her physical form and her voice.

Ita McNairee: *a slight cough. chloroform was awful stuff*

Jim Franklin: *And Jim follows them out, carefully. Fearfully, paranoid, watching for anyone... well... watching them.*

Joey Edwards: He returns the hugs -- Joey *loves* hugs -- and follows Jim.

Arlett: ((*pokes Jim and Joey, you are supossed to wait! *G*))

Joey Edwards: ((oops, change to waits with Jim, *then* follows him out?))

Arlett: *So out for Aerin, so she can let them go out unseen* yo!...*NOT yelling his name*

Arlett -> Ravyn: ((soooorry *is quiet now*))

Ita McNairee: *she sleeps on the cot*

Joey Edwards: ((~blinks~ my nick....))

Arlett: ((yea mean chat))

Ravyn: ((I just messaged you about it, Raven. Check your ICQ.))

Arlett: ((is the attack of the purple nicknames!))

Joey Edwards: ((Didn't get a message, actually...sorry.))

Arlett: *and starts scanning for Aering in the vicinity, as her mind goes along a trail of thought.. she'll do it in a moment*

Aerin Thomas -> Joey Edwards: ((Message was this: Everyone...there is a problem in the coding of the rooms. As soon as I can, I will speak with DM and have her fix it. Until that point, your nick will be this purple-ish color, and your first letter will be dropped. Type the first letter of your nick twice.))

Joey Edwards: ((Ok *S* all good)) He waits with Jim, automatically reaching for his hand, still feeling trembly, but elated.

Jim Franklin: You did w...wonderfully, *he murmurs to Joey. Really rather thrilled himself.*

Arlett: ((waits on Rav *S*))

Ravyn: ((Sorry about the delay, guys. I think I'm good to go now. :P))

Joey Edwards: "You kept her so calm, Jim," he whispers back. "That really helped a *lot*. Made it easier ta work on her."

Arlett: ((is okie!))

Joey Edwards: ((POor Ita...dirt all over her face and in her eyes and hair...bug in her throat. *EG*))

Aerin Thomas: He comes around the corner of the building, looking at Arlett. "So?" His expression is wary, hopeful...and very, very nervous.

Joey Edwards: ((Well, except it did soak in. SO that's lucky. *EG*)) Waits.

Ita McNairee: *sleeps* ((speaking of which. I am going to have to get something to eat and then head to bed here inna bit, before i croak from sickness))

Arlett: *smiles* is all good...*moving to him* they just need to get out and we can come back in alright *motioining him again to the back of the house, so she can give them to go signal*

Arlett: ((Me thinks we finishing.. sides Ita is out cold *snugS*))

Joey Edwards: ((*hugs all* It was a great scene. *G*))

Arlett: ((GREAT))

Jim Franklin: ((*L* Little did they know that Arlett miscalculated and overdosed Ita with choloroform and she died.))

Arlett: ((hei!! I DID not!!! *pokes*))

Joey Edwards: ((~thwaps~))

Jim Franklin: ((G'night all! Feel better chum, I'm gonna go to not multi-tasking... Jim will go back to Haven.))

Arlett: ((*snickers*)) (( I can for a few more moments *S*)) *once on the back for the house, she'll wislte for them to go out* she is fine and changed.... if she feels any disconfort call me alright? thought I don't think she will

Ita McNairee: *ita is simply waiting on the medical table, eyes shut as the lingering effect of the drug keeps her good and sleepy*

Arlett: ((tis fixed!!))

Joey Edwards: ((~stretches~ back to normal!))

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Arlett, relaxing. "All right." The man goes and hides until the other two are gone, and then comes back around, slipping into the warehouse.

Joey Edwards: He leaves with Jim, quickly.

Arlett: *she'll follow him... letting him go for Ita and check her... staying there to show him she trust him and that nothign tricky happened* Once we are out I'll clean the house...for yours and our fingerprints.. just in case *and for any smells*

Ita McNairee: *Is that Ita? For all the similarity the girl on the table has to her, they could have just nabbed some goodfella's gal, drugged her, and slid her into ita's clothing*

Aerin Thomas: Except for the fact that he knows what she's supposed to look like, he might just think that. He smiles a little bit, sighing, and reaches down, carefully picking her up into his arms. He looks over to Arlett and smiles, awed and intensely grateful. "Thank you, Arlett. Very, very much."

Arlett: *Grins* na problem.. she is my friend... She'll be fine now, right?

Ita McNairee: *a noise as she's picked up, along with the jingling. She rubs her head into the thin man's chest, pressing closer with a puppyish noise. yep. thats ita*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah..." He looks down at her, and smiles. "Yeah, she'll be fine." Is that a hint of sadness in his voice? He looks up at Arlett, and nods to her. "I'll see you later. Thank you again." He turns and makes to leave for the car with Ita.

Arlett: *nods* take care *watching them go.. then she'll smoke out the warehouse to erase any fingerprints or smells *((With matter and life... should I roll?))

Aerin Thomas: ((Sure.))

Ita McNairee: *she's all dangly and willing.. funny how being doped up will do that to her*

Arlett: ((trhee rolls going for))

Arlett: d10: erasing : 6,2,2,

Arlett: d10: erasing : 6,4,3,

Arlett: d10: erasingwill): 3,9,4,

Arlett: ((well its decent! =) ))

Aerin Thomas: ((It's good enough. *G*)) He takes her out to the car and sets her gently in the passenger seat, and thenmoves around to his side, getting in and driving away.

Arlett: ((thanks! ))*and the girl gets home*

Aerin Thomas: ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs*))