Idiots and Little Children
(3/13/94) Oops. I was just wandering around exploring the city when I bumped some guy and started RPing. He was only a terribly powerful BSD who'd just offed Ishmael, a homeless street artist, all-too-brief friend of Sepdet's. This log isn't long, but since Toxic did a mindmeld with Sepdet to find out what just happened, it's a bit repetitive.
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You move along 13th Street, heading for the Elson Avenue Intersection.
Intersection of Elson Avenue and 13th Street
Newly paved, black asphalt covers the intersection. The gutters show the remains of the roadwork, with chunks of gravel and asphalt. Stores and shops decorate the corner, with red brick rising up above. Green plants sit on several windowsills, looking well-tended. Though the area looks like low-income housing, it seems to be fairly crime-free and content.
13th Street passes north-south, intersecting with Elson Avenue at this junture. Elson Avenue runs east-west. On the northeast corner of the intersection, a grocery by the name of Winds of Change sits at the base of a building.
Contents:
Walter Biggs
Obvious exits:
Winds of Change North West South East
Sepdet smiles vaguely at you as she pauses at the corner to scan the shop fronts.
Walter Biggs has disconnected.
Walter Biggs has connected.
[OOC] Walter Biggs says "Sorry."
Long distance to Walter Biggs: Sepdet -) 'sokay, I'm just drifting through... notice you've got the same tribe, breed auspice. Not that it's the sort o thing we'd realize or discuss IC while on a busy street.
Walter Biggs pages: Okay, just a sec. You may bump into me ICly, but the reaction may interest you.
Walter Biggs pages: Your timing's good.
Walter Biggs pages: You go first.
Walter Biggs walks along the busy street, at a goodly pace.
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Walter Biggs is a tall, thin man with a long face. His facial features seem weathered ascetic, giving the impression of a man in his mid-forties, whatever his true age might be. His hair is white, well mixed with brown, and he has a pair of thick and expressive snow-white eyebrows that shadow his deep-set eyes slightly. In deference to the current winter season, Walter has a gray trench coat which he either wears or carries about with him at all times. The cold winds have turned the tip of his beaky nose reddish, but the comical effect that it would have had (as it matches the colour of the long red scarf he's wound around his neck exactly) is offset by the sheer intensity of his demeanour. This would not be a man to laugh at, or take lightly.
Sepdet thrusts her hands in her pockets and sniffs the air, then takes a closer look at you.
Walter Biggs seems to walking at a very very brisk pace. There's an odd smell of something about him.
Walter Biggs pages: Do you have heightened senses?
You paged Walter Biggs with 'unfortunately, no. Sense Wyrm is about it.'.
Sepdet clears her throat. "Scuze me, Sir? Do you know how far it is to Kent Crossing?"
Walter Biggs pushes along, frowning. There's a slight smell of smoke about him.
Walter Biggs turns and stares at Sepdet, with a very cold glare.
Walter Biggs has a slight splash of blood on his sleeve, incidentally.Sepdet smiles up at him peaceably.
Sepdet tilts her head. "You okay? Looks like you got a pretty nasty cut there," she says innocently.
Walter Biggs lifts his hand slightly and looks at his sleeve. "No." he says in a piercing whisper. "I do not have a cut."
You paged Walter Biggs with 'yes, she *does* have Sense Wyrm on red alert. Perception is 5, though she doesn't have Heightened Senses.'.
Walter Biggs pages: Yup.
Walter Biggs pages: Wyrm alert!
Sepdet's eyes glitter for a moment in a very unchildlike way. "Ah. Might ought to clean that off, then, Sir," she says with chilly equanimity.
(That last was said very quietly)
Walter Biggs's eyes narrow slightly, but he continues walking, pushing past Sepdet.
Sepdet stands on the corner, shuddering slightly as he brushes past her.
+finger Walter Biggs
Information for Walter Biggs (Alias 'Gah-Thkk'):
Walter Biggs is connected.
Location: Intersection of Elson Avenue and 13th Street
Other Name(s): Not Set
Race: Garou Sex: male
Breed: Metis Auspice: Theurge
Tribe: Silent Strider Rank: 3
Position: That's for you to find out, and me to know.
Info: Talk about enigmatic. Isn't that POS annoying? ;-)
You paged Walter Biggs with 'eeeek. Eeeeeeek. eeek. eeeek. (just realized who you were. And seppy knows you're not good. nope. not good.)'.
Walter Biggs follows Thirteenth Street north, disappearing into the distance.
Walter Biggs has left.
Walter Biggs pages: Ta! ;-)
You paged Walter Biggs with 'player is now suitably quivering that her poor little cub saw you.'.
Walter Biggs pages: You may be interested to know what's happened to the artist who's been circulating my likeness to the likes of Bobby Hansen and yourself. ;)
You paged Walter Biggs with 'I know, he's dying somewhere, which makes me very unhappy. Seppy's now sniffing around to see if she smells more blood.'.
You paged Ishmael with 'hey bleeder, I think I just ran into your assailant. Eeek. :-('.
Walter Biggs pages: Well, you can follow a trail south towards where the manhole is.
You paged Walter Biggs with 'thanks.'.
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Passing along the street, you proceed toward Grym Broders Avenue.
Intersection of Grym Broders Avenue and 13th Street
Metal tracks slowly rust in the train yard to the south. Weeds and hardy grasses spring up between the railroad ties, smothering the reddish-rust in a cloth of green. Potholes and faded street markings show that this section has been neglected for many a year. The curbsides are crumbling, over time becoming part of the street. A shop or two attempts to stay open by catering to the factory workers just up the street. Only the low rent really allows these shops to survive.
Grym Broders Avenue proceeds to the west while 13th Street extends north.
Contents:
Toxic
Echen
Obvious exits:
Manhole West North
Echen smiles a little and nods. "Go for it."
Sepdet looks spooked and relief floods her face when she sees two familiar folks.
Toxic looks over as Sepdet arrives. "Babe! What th'hell're ya doing -here?-" She sounds worried, not accusing.
You say "Toxic, this-this man just went past me a few blocks north of here, he smelled awful--what's happened?""
Toxic says "Some Joe just got shot and dumped down a tunnel. He didn't freak when he pretty much saw me shift, either, and he was moaning about Dancers."
Toxic notes there are EMTs and cops everywhere.
Sepdet pulls herself together and says more quietly "He was one. I'm sure he was. And there was blood on him."
Toxic growls. "Seppy, ever had anybody in your mind?"
Sepdet shakes her head, eyes wide. "Not that I *know* of."
Toxic uh-huhs. "Mind if I take a bash at it? Just relax. Won't hurt a bit."
Sepdet nods. "Please."
Toxic half-closes her eyes.
Toxic pages: There's a faint, hesitant presence on the edge of your awareness, which somehow is just absolutely -Toxic-.
Echen has left.
Charlotte emerges from an open manhole in the street.
Charlotte has arrived.
Charlotte says "Oh . . . . hi."
Charlotte *OOC* Are you here IC ? Bc there should be a IC Ambulance here, & Police . . .
Toxic pages: It swells gradually, carefully, becoming a daydream. The street surrounding you is inconstant, impressionist, blurred smears of ambulance and police lights and vague outlines of vehicles and disturbance. Toxic stands before you, looking not -quite- herself, but somehow more intense than she really is. Her eyes are a little harder, her face a bit wearier, her scars seem more visible. "Show me, sister, what you saw. Please. Just remember it."
Toxic is here IC, on the outskirts of the crowd of police and parameds. Whether you see her or not is up to you. You will be being interrogated by police and EMTs trying to get an account and reckoning of what happened.
Toxic is -probably- lost among the gawkers.
You paged Toxic with 'You hear a quiet chanting, Egyptian words, that fade away, then more calm....'.
Sepdet is standing innocuously near Toxic, a shrimp lost in the crowd.
Toxic is pretty small herself, so...
Charlotte dropped Crowd of Police and Paramedics.
From afar, Toxic waits patiently, letting you get used to the idea and work with it. She sits down on the dream street before you and extends one hand, palm up, fingertips just in front of your own hand, hoping to offer some reassurance.
You paged Toxic with 'You see a tall man marching darkly towards you, smelling of smoke. His eyes are shadowed under great bushy eyebrows and his hair is brown with white streaks. Suspicions tingle at the back of your mind, and fear, and an overwhelming stench of Wyrm as you look at him.'.
You sense Toxic is only 4'9", remember...
Charlotte says "Yes . . . there was one man and one woman - no, I didn't get a clear look at them."
Toxic pages: To Tox's slightly more experienced nose, is the smoke gunsmoke? Cordite? She memorizes the face, expression, clothing, way of walking.
Charlotte sits down at the door of the police van with a cup of tea.You paged Toxic with 'To cover your curiousity and in a desperate attempt to get a longer look before he passes on, you inquire pleasantly how far to Kent Crossing...'.
Charlotte mutters under her breath, so that no one else can hear.
You paged Toxic with 're:smoke, I dunno, let me page Biggs if he's still on.'.
Charlotte says "Hello God. Another death. Thank you for your help and power. I don't know how I could cope without you."
You paged Toxic with 'He glares, and you notice the blood on his sleeve. Taking shelter in innocence (and noting others around) you say "You okay, sir? Looks like a nasty cut."'.
Charlotte says "Thank you for the fact that he seemed at peace with his own death. I hope it was a peaceful death."
You paged Toxic with 'and in a cool voice he replies "I did not cut myself."'.
Charlotte says "I pray that he died in your arms, Lord . . ."
You paged Toxic with 'You manage to smile and say "Oh, then you might ought to wash that off". He brushes against you as he pushes past, the stench and smoke leaving with him as he heads north. (This is corner of Elsdon & 13th)'.
From afar, Toxic hugs you softly in the dream as the memory fades. You paged Walter Biggs with 'um, a friend is trying to go over Sepdet's memory of that encounter we just had, and says she'd probably recognize explosives or gunsmoke.'.
Michael Stanton has arrived.
Michael Stanton pauses briefly as he passes through. He glances at Sepdet in the passing.
Walter Biggs pages: Yup.
You paged Toxic with 'Walter Biggs says it was definitely gunsmoke Sepdet smelled.'.
Michael Stanton pauses to peer curiously at the scene.
Long distance to Toxic: Sepdet wanly smiles and take a deep, mental breath.
Michael Stanton's gaze runs over Toxic momentarily, then he pauses at the edge of the crowd, and stops to open up his briefcase.
You paged Toxic with ' ack. I don't believe I just randomly decided to go exploring and ran into Gah-Thkk.'.
From afar, Toxic nods. She hugs you gently, feelings of warmth, caring and reassurance emanating from her in the daydream that could only be hinted at in an RL hug. She slowly lets the daydream fade. As you 'awaken', she smiles at you, but behind her expression is anger directed at the vision.
Toxic shakes her head as if to clear it and frowns quietly, looking around at the crowd. She listens to rumors circulating through the mass of gawkers, her frown deepening as it becomes apparent that the stranger has died.
Sepdet leans close to Toxic, respect/love lingering longest as the link fades, and the impression of a shaken youngster trying very hard not to seek comfort like a frightened cub. And almost succeeding.
You sense Toxic probably is about as tall as you are, maybe shorter, depending.
Sepdet's eyes are sad. "If only I'd seen him sooner, or come quicker. Maybe wouldn't have been too late."
Toxic shakes her head quietly and slips an arm around Sepdet's shoulders, leaning against her. She is beginning to look more angry than sad. "Donna hurt yourself over might-have-beens, babe." She sighs quietly, looks at the manhole.
Michael Stanton observes the scene quietly, and is about to walk on when he looks at Sepdet again.
Toxic hugs Sepdet quietly and murmurs to her under the crowd noise.
Toxic whispers "Mikey talked t'ya about th'pack?"
Michael Stanton walks towards Sepdet and Toxic.
Michael Stanton says "Are you alright? I think I met you outside St. Uriel's the other day?"
Sepdet nods at Toxic, a little bit of the old sparkle returning to her face, then tenses slightly and smiles at the approaching man.
You say "Yes, thank you... Mr.Stanton, isn't it?"
Michael Stanton nods briefly. He looks vaguely concerned. "Ah. Well." he says.
Toxic turns and blinks up at the stranger, frowning again. It seems like a habitual frown, not a directed one. She blinks again as Sepdet mentions the name Stanton and looks him over carefully.
Toxic's eyebrows go up rather suddenly, appearing from behind her mirrorshades.
Michael Stanton says "You looked a bit peaked, are you alright?"
Toxic looks 'Mr. Stanton' over curiously...And very thoroughly.
Michael Stanton glances at Toxic sideways, with an air that reveals he's been looking at her all this time.
Sepdet shakes her head towards the center of the spectacle. "Just upset that this sort of thing can happen."
Michael Stanton raises an eyebrow, "What happened?"
Sepdet drops her eyes. "From all the police around, looks like somebody just got killed in broad daylight. Rumors're flyin though."
Toxic's eyebrow quirks and she turns her head towards Sepdet, though behind her mirrorshades her eyes remain on Michael. "Care t'introduce me t'your handsome friend, babe?"
Michael Stanton's own eyebrows come together. "How?"
Sepdet shakes her head at Mr.Stanton. "I don't know, that's why I was hanging around here like a schmuck trying to find out."
Cindi comes from Grym Broders Avenue in the west.
Cindi has arrived.
Michael Stanton says "Perhaps I could get you and your friend a drink or something, to get over this incident?"
Sepdet adds, "Tox, this is Mr. Stanton, we bumped into each other at St Uriel's when I was waiting around for Maury, and I showed him in to see Lara-Ann."
Toxic has an arm around Sepdet and is looking up at Michael Stanton with that set to her pose that tells those who know her that she's ready to go off like a bomb.
From afar, Cindi lives south of here. Should I participate?
Michael Stanton nods to Toxic calmly, "Pleased to meet you...Tox." he says, without moving either of his arms.
You say "He's a.. a school official, right? This is my friend... Toxic." She grins a little."
Toxic nods and extends her right hand to the tall man, her left hand shifting slightly. "Mr. Stanton? You work at St. Uriel's?"
Cindi ohs and looks over at Sepdet and Toxic then about. She really should move to a better neighborhood.
Michael Stanton takes Toxic's hand slowly. "I don't. But my brother did." he shakes her hand.
Sepdet meets Cindi's eyes briefly, worridly.
[OOC] Michael Stanton damns, I have to leave in 10 minutes.
Toxic looks unsurprised. "The priest. Quite an amazing man. I had several very interesting discussions with him. I hope to again."
Michael Stanton nods slightly, releasing Toxic's hand, "As do I, Miss."
Toxic squeezes Michael's hand just slightly before releasing it. Faint rustle of leather from her oversized gloves. "The man who was attacked with him was a friend of mine." She frowns quietly. "He mentioned you once, he was worried about you. M'glad t'see you're doing better."
Sepdet tilts her head and smiles faintly at Michael. "And thanks, but...they probably wouldn't serve me anyway." Her joking tone comes out a bit flat.
Sepdet's eyes pass back to Toxic as she stores this information, trying desperately to put two and two together.
Toxic relaxes subtly. Still tensed but not quite as tense as before.
Michael Stanton shrugs slightly, "Something tells me the proprietor of the Dark Wine and Roses isn't the fussy sort, though. And I'd be pleased to buy you a drink." he says to Sepdet, not knowing her name, of course.
Cindi watches, looking over the scene with some concern.
You paged Michael Stanton with 'I think she said "hi, I'm Sashi" the other day with her usual disingenuousness. Maybe wrong, though.'.
Michael Stanton pages: He's probably forgotten. But I don't think so.
Sepdet's eyes flick to Toxic for a moment.
Cindi watches the by play, safely out of harm's way.
Toxic steps half a foot to the left, clearing Sepdet and waiting for her response.
[OOC] Michael Stanton says "I'd like to use the opportunity to RP with both of you, since I have a lot of questions, but we'll have to retcon it because I have to leave the lab. :P Is that ok with you? If not, just turn this down."
The EMTs lever a narrow stretcher down into the manhole and it returns only a few minutes later, supporting a bodybag. Police and EMTs boil out of the manhole like ants from a disturbed hide.
Toxic OOC Fine with me.
Sepdet OOC that's ok with me.
Er, hive.
Sepdet nods. "Good idea. We're not doing the poor fellow any good gawking here anyway."
[OOC] Michael Stanton waves and will try to see you as soon as possible.
Michael Stanton has disconnected.
Sepdet starts heading off towards the cafe, stopping and staring hard when they bring out the bodybag.
The stretcher is loaded into an ambulance, police and EMTs stand around briefly, filling out and exchanging paperwork, then the ambulance drives off, heading for the city morgue. The crowd begins to disperse.
Crowd of Police and Paramedics has left.
home
There's no place like home...
There's no place like home...
There's no place like home...
Upstairs Apartment(#2925RAL)
The large room clearly bears evidence of having once been a storage room for the sweatshop downstairs. The walls of unfinished brick and the steel girders forming the ceiling do little to contribute to the warm of the room. A rather cheery light, however, floods into the apartment from Regan Street. Enormous pillows, futons and several large ragged rugs form a cozy nook opposite the door. And Katlyn has plastered virtually every square inch of the walls with posters and playbills. The names Ken Jarr and The Bargold figure frequently in these colorful posters. One corner of the large room has a rackety bar with several barstools behind which can be found the normal accouterments of a not very well stocked kitchen. On every square inch of space not devoted to something more constructive is arrayed an amazing variety of incredibly healthy plants.
Between the two bedroom doors is a bathroom, where a very large mirror hangs on the wall.
Contents:
TarotDeck(#2414O)
Obvious exits:
Master Bedroom Small Door Bolted Doorway