>>1279480
>>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.

>>1279480
>hey Terry, don't swear it, I'll take her. And about that job of yours, do you have a resume on you? I have a friend that might help

The reason why I'm takinh her alone is that she might not open up with both of us present and I want some bonding going

>>1279480
>>Micheal can take us; that man could probably buy a movie theater with his pocket change.

>>1279480
>>Micheal can take us; that man could probably buy a movie theater with his pocket change.

>>1279495
>>1279480
changing to
>>1279514
to break the tie. Using Michael just for his money is a very low thing to do.

>>1279480
>>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.

>>1279627
Or create a new one!

How ecxiting! Should we roll for it? Or wait some more?

>>1279627
>Using Michael just for his money is a very low thing to do

Isn't that the point?

Second round of voting between

>Hey, Jerry, don't sweat it. I'll take her.

and

>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.

>>1279764
>>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.

>>1279692
Yeah, but this is a character building and bonding moment, I would like to use michael to give a job to Terry but i think we should have a father and daughter moment with Mary since we didn't get to do that, or even bring Terry along, but not the pet mortal, don't want to involve Mary with him

>>1279764
>>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.

>>1279764

>hey terry...(phone)

>>1279764
>I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go: it'd be a good thing for building camaraderie.
Not sure why we're bringing Terry but knowing him im sure he wont care.

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>>1279765
>>1279630
>>1279495
>>1279514
>>1279866
"I'll cover the costs, and all of us can go, how about that?"

Mary throws her sweater-clad arms in the air.

"Yay!"

Terry sighs. "Fine, I'll go see this dumb-ass film with you two. Not like I have anything better to do."


Downtown Portland, 3:00 PM

The poster for this film shows a mess of flying spaceships, people holding blasters, robots, and spaceships flying about, with a black-clad figure wielding a glowing sword in the background.

"...You sure this film's gonna be good, Jerry? I mean, it looks kinda kiddy."

"Stop being an asshole, Terry! I was listening to the Schwartzes next door because they didn't know I was there and all of them liked it even the grownups!"

"WHAT'D I SAY 'BOUT THAT WORD?! YOU FIXIN' FOR A DIFFERENT KINDA SHOW, GIRL! AN' ITS GONNA BE ALL THESE GOOD PEOPLE SEEING YOU GETTIN' WHUPPED FOR YA DIRTY MOUTH!"

"Have to catch me first. Anyways, I can say what I want, I'm 13. Asshole, asshole, assho-"

You see Terry rolling up his sleeve and reaching for his belt.

"Mary, stop it."

Mary immediately stops. "... I'm sorry."

The three of you buy tickets and get some concessions before taking a seat: Mary on your left, Terry on your right. Terry gives you a sideways glance. "You're too soft on her. If my old man was here, he'd've beaten her ass till she couldn't sit for actin' like that."


>Well, your old man isn't here now, Terry.

>I happen to believe in talking things out instead of just beating children like savages.

>She's just acting out a little bit. Besides, haven't you noticed how much more talkative she's being? I call that progress.

>Write-In

>>1279934
>>She's just acting out a little bit. Besides, haven't you noticed how much more talkative she's being? I call that progress.

>>1279934
She went through a durance like you and me, she's seen some shit, so I think we can go easy on her

>>1279934
She's been through a durance just like you and me, at least for now we should go easy on her

>>1280018
Never mind for some reason I didn't see my post go through

>>1279934
>>She's just acting out a little bit. Besides, haven't you noticed how much more talkative she's being? I call that progress.

>>1280043
>>1279942
These

>>1279934
>She's just acting out a little bit. Besides, haven't you noticed how much more talkative she's being? I call that progress.
Oh God, we're like an old married couple. I love it.

>>1279942
>>1280043
>>1280113
>>1280114
"She's just acting out a little bit. Besides, she's talking way more now than she used to: that's good."

Terry shifts in his seat. "Yeah... just wish she wouldn't use all that talkin' to swear so much. It's not good, y'know, for a lady."

He looks around awkwardly for a few seconds. "Well... shit, I think it's about time, isn't it?"

"Time for what?"

Terry looks down. "Y'know... talk about... that thing I've been trying not to talk about since you tried to get all psychologist on us."

>No, drawing a blank.

>I'm not a mind-reader, Terry. Tell me.

>... Really? You're ready to talk about your Durance?

>Write-In

>>1280170
>... Really? You're ready to talk about your Durance?

>>1280170
>>... Really? You're ready to talk about your Durance?

>>1280170
>... Really? You're ready to talk about your Durance?

>>1280170
>... Really? You're ready to talk about your Durance?

>>1280179
>>1280184
>>1280197
>>1280230
"...You're ready to talk about your Durance?"

Terry glares at you. "Yeah, so what? Maybe I want to tell you it just before this film, so that, y'know, the film'll distract me when I'm done.

Okay... So I was on patrol one night, right? Checking out a disturbance at Piers Park, someone said they'd spotted a suspicious-lookin' individual. And I was walkin' through the forest, when suddenly, everything started gettin' dark around me, like, the trees and bushes and shit, y'know? And next thing you know, I've gotten all turned around, and then I hear something behind me. I turn 'round, and there's this damn MASSIVE boar comin' up on my ass, so I start running. And I run and I run, and I run some more, until I end up in this real dark forest. Next thing I know, there's this- man. A man on a horse, with giant deer horns, with a bunch of other freaks- other Gentry, you dig? And their lead guy, he just points at me, and I knew- I just knew, right? That I was what they were hunting. So I ran again. I had to keep moving, had to learn how to hide and run in the forest. Met others too- other people being hunted by them. I learned how to be all quiet and deadly. After a while, I stopped thinking about gettin' away: all I wanted to do was turn things around, kill THEM. Came close too, once or twice- at least, I think I did. I managed to find my way out a few days before you did. Thing is, sometimes, in the middle of the night, I'll jerk awake, and I'll hear the hoofbeats of their horses, and the blast of that horn- that goddamn awful horn!"

Terry's shaking slightly, and his large hands are pressed into his head.

>It's alright, Terry. They can't hurt you now.

>Let's... just watch the film, okay?

>Are you alright? You don't have to be here right now if you don't want to be.

>Write-In

>>1280265
>Are you alright? You don't have to be here right now if you don't want to be.

>>1280265
>>Write-In
Don't worry Terry, your safe for now, and even if you ever see those fuckers again, ill be right here to back you up.
You almost got them once or twice right, well together there's nothing we can't handle.

>>1280265
>>Are you alright? You don't have to be here right now if you don't want to be.

>>1280320

Seconding this, "You've got folks now Terry, we swore on it, we won't ever let you face something like that down alone."

>>1280265
This
>>1280320

>>1280320
thirding

>>1280320
>>1280339
>>1280349
>>1280354
"Don't worry Terry, you're safe for now. And even if they come back; we're family now. I have your back, and together, we'll make sure they'll never take you back."

Terry smiles a bit. "Yeah."

After the movie:

"THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!"

Mary hops from foot to foot with excited nervous energy.

"Y'know, that was actually okay. Weird, though: like, what was with all the lasers and spaceships and the magic and swordfights at the same time?"

"I think it was interesting enough: a blend of Eastern spirituality with sci-fi elements."

You look down at Mary, who's currently babbling on about some scene or another from the film. You notice something... off about her. You stare at her, trying to figure it out...

Roll Wits + Composure (4 dice)

Rolled 5, 9, 2, 10 = 26 (4d10)

>>1280411

Rolled 6, 5, 6, 3 = 20 (4d10)

>>1280411

Rolled 8, 5, 2, 6 = 21 (4d10)

>>1280411

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>1280447

Rolled 8, 1, 9, 2 = 20 (4d10)

>>1280411

Rolled 10, 6, 10, 9 = 35 (4d10)

>>1280411

>>1280447
She isn't wearing her hat and scarf! You can see her nose (small, pointy), lips (thin, but humanly so), and teeth (oddly metallic). You can also see a multitude of eye-like markings just beneath her flesh, outlined in the same unusual shade as her hair and eyes.

>So, Mary... have you tried using your powers yet?

>Glad to see you feel more comfortable, Mary

>(Say nothing and just savor the moment)

>Write-In

>>1280494
>>(Say nothing and just savor the moment)
Pat her head

>>1280494
Talk about powers, let's pretend it's no big deal

>>1280494
>(Say nothing and just savor the moment)

>>1280494
>>1280500
This

>>1280494
>>1280500
>>1280519
Me too

>>1280500

Head pats definitely

>>1280500
>>1280506
>>1280519
>>1280567
"-and then when the old guy's like 'Use the Force, Luke', and he does and the Death Star EXPLODES, that was SO COOL!"

"It sure was, Mary." You reach down and pat her on the head. She nudges your hand away. "Stop it, dad! You're embarrassing me! I'm 13, you know!"
You walk Mary and Terry home in high spirits, thankful for a day of rest.

June 18th, 1977. 9 AM.

You wake up on Terry's couch, having decided that going one day without sleeping outside wasn't going to hurt you too bad. You hear a pinging noise coming from out the open window in front of you. Getting up and looking out, you can see that Wild Sam is standing outside, flicking pebbles at the side of the house with a bored expression.

>Tell him to go away.

>Ask him what he wants.

>Go outside and greet him.

>Write-In

>>1280589
>Go outside and greet him.

>>1280589
>Go outside and greet him.
"Feeling okay? Last time I saw you you were in pretty rough shape."

>>1280589
>>Go outside and greet him.

>>1280589
>Go outside and greet him.
.

>>1280589
>Go outside and grief him.

>>1280598
>>1280606
>>1280613
>>1280678
>>1280714
You go outside and walk up to him. "Hey, Sam. You feeling okay? Last time I saw you you were pretty banged up."

Sam glowers at you, his freckled nose wrinkled. "I dunno what you're talking about. I only let that old guy win 'cause I felt so sorry for him."

"Sure you did, Sam. Sure you did."

"Well- whatever! It's not like I wanna be here! Big Bill says I gotta remind you that the Solstice is coming up, and that the Solstice Party's gonna be on the Waterfront this year. Oh, and you gotta come, 'cause it's a big deal. It's when the Spring Court steps down, an' WE step up!"

>Ah. I'll let Mary and Terry know, as well, then.

>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.

>Write-In

>>1280822
>Ah. I'll let Mary and Terry know, as well, then.
>Write-in
Do all the Courts have these ceremonies?

>>1280822
Option two,

i really don't like this kid

>>1280822
>>Ah. I'll let Mary and Terry know, as well, then.

>>1280822
>>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.

>>1280822
>>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.
>Write-In
"Are you excited, what type of things do yah got planned when your in charge"

>>1280822
>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.

>>1280822
>Ah. I'll let Mary and Terry know, as well, then.
>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.

>>1280822
>What's the Spring Court even done this year? I mean, I get that I've only been back a month and a half, but I haven't heard a thing from them.
Let's not say that Mary is here.

>>1280858
Kid no, guy's older then us

>>1280918
this, Sam would be a bad influence on Mary

>>1280945
Agreeing

>>1280871
>>1280872
>>1280894
>>1280896
>>1280918
"What's the Spring Court even do when they're in charge? I've heard squat from them."

Sam's eyes gleam with childish spite. "Well, yeah, YOU wouldn't. You're a leaf. 'Leafs and flakes: party mistakes'!"

"What?"

"No one wants someone from Winter of Autumn sucking all the mood out of the room! So, 'less you get a good rep, like Smilin' Sammy Styles or Auntie Ally, you ain't getting on invite lists for Spring parties! Buds and Suns only!"

>Oh, really? Who're Auntie Ally and Smilin' Sammy? I might want to meet them.

>Good, don't want to go to any lame parties full of posers anyways.

>Bunch of crap. Now: get off my lawn, you little shit.

>Write-In

>>1280957
>Oh, really? Who're Auntie Ally and Smilin' Sammy? I might want to meet them.

>>1280957
3 please

>>1280957
>>Good, don't want to go to any lame parties full of posers anyways.

>>1280957
>>Oh, really? Who're Auntie Ally and Smilin' Sammy? I might want to meet them.
Trying to get something positive from this interaction.
Not need to shit talk a kid.

>>1280957
>Oh, really? Who're Auntie Ally and Smilin' Sammy? I might want to meet them.

We could always use more intel on the Changeling community

>>1280999
>>1280979
>>1281053
"And who are Auntie Ally and Smilin' Sammy?"

Sam drops his jaw and blinks his eyes in mock-astonishment. "Y'mean you don't know one of your OWN nobles? Ha, you really are an old geezer. He's the Fool of First Frost, runs Nightcrawlers; it's a club in NoPo, so you can't go, cuz' it's NoPo, so no po's there! An' Auntie Ally's super helpful an' a good cook, even if she's Winter, so people ask her to help. Unlike SOME people. I think she's taking care of Old Tom Barley, who's got achey bones."

"Well, thank you for that, Sam."

He waves a hand. "It's nothing. I know lots of stuff. Anyways, I gotta run!" Sam sprints off down the street.

You pull your journal out of your pocket as you walk to Terry's phone and dial up Conrad's number.

"Hello, Peculiarium."

"Conrad. It's me. Tell me everything you know about the Autumn Court's nobles. I'm tired of getting one-upped on my own Court."

You spend the next twenty minutes jotting down everything Conrad can tell you about the nobility: http://pastebin.com/7sDZDWvB

After you're done, you sit back and start planning out your day.

>Follow-up on a rumor

>Harvest glamour from mortals

>Hit the street and get in touch with your fringe contacts

>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>Visit Finn's and listen for local gossip

>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>Write-In

Optional: Contact Mary, Terry, or Micheal to come with you on your task.

>>1281152
>Harvest glamour from mortals

>>1281152
>>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>>1281152
Contact michael to help get Terry a jjob

>>1281152
change>>1281183
to>>1281198

>>1281152
>>Harvest glamour from mortals
We really need some but i vote to do >>1281198
after

>>1281171
>>1281276
You head out onto the town to gather glamour from the unsuspecting citizens of Portland. You decide to start easy; jumping out of blind alleys and rambling at passers-by. Roll Presence + Intimidate -1: 4 dice. No explosions.

Rolled 7, 2, 5, 3 = 17 (4d10)

>>1281426
ABOOGADABOOGA!

Rolled 5, 7, 7, 7 = 26 (4d10)

>>1281426

Rolled 6, 1, 7, 1 = 15 (4d10)

>>1281426

Rolled 7, 6, 6, 4 = 23 (4d10)

>>1281426
Boo!

>>1281432
>>1281441
>>1281446
>>1281455
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
God we're pathetic.

>>1281465
Okay. How about "Taxes! Nam! That one time in middle school!"

>>1281474
...Random Hobo!

>>1281484
"GOOD MORNING, SIR! HAVE YOU HEARD THE GOOD NEWS?"

>>1281432
>>1281441
>>1281446
After your 12th tourist just looks at you pitiably and gives you a dollar and the phone number for a local mental hospital, you are forced to admit that you're just not that SCARY: at least, not in the direct way you need to be to make someone crap their pants just by coming out of the alley and rambling at them. You also notice that those who ARE startled by your act seem to emit only the faintest whiffs of glamour. It seems that ephemeral emotions are less nourishing. It seems like you need to change your tactics:

>You could lay in an alley and pretend to be dead. The second someone comes up, BOOM! Grab them by the arm and whisper something cryptic to them. That'll put some old-school terror in them!

>You know what's horrifying? A hobo coming into your store and messing up the place. Uncomfortable nervousness IS a form of fear, after all...

>Let's stalk someone- just one person- for the rest of the day. Constantly be on the edge of their sight. Make them really nervous.

>Let's do the old hellfire-preaching trick! Get up on a box, draw people in with some feel-good stuff, then slowly ratchet things up until they're nodding along and scared of THEMSELVES for agreeing with you!

>Write-In

>>1281498
>>You could lay in an alley and pretend to be dead. The second someone comes up, BOOM! Grab them by the arm and whisper something cryptic to them. That'll put some old-school terror in them!

>>1281498
>Let's do the old hellfire-preaching trick! Get up on a box, draw people in with some feel-good stuff, then slowly ratchet things up until they're nodding along and scared of THEMSELVES for agreeing with you!
Less of a risk of someone attacking us

>>1281498
>Let's do the old hellfire-preaching trick! Get up on a box, draw people in with some feel-good stuff, then slowly ratchet things up until they're nodding along and scared of THEMSELVES for agreeing with you!
Subtle horror is the best horror.

>>1281498

>Let's stalk someone- just one person- for the rest of the day. Constantly be on the edge of their sight. Make them really nervous.

Since we're more nature and survivalist intuned, our ways of stalking anything should be high. Targeting and stalking one particular person should be a walk in the park. Jeremiah do this since his stealth is 3.

>>1281498
>>Let's stalk someone- just one person- for the rest of the day. Constantly be on the edge of their sight. Make them really nervous.

>>1281498
>You could lay in an alley and pretend to be dead. The second someone comes up, BOOM! Grab them by the arm and whisper something cryptic to them. That'll put some old-school terror in them!

>>1281498
>Let's do the old hellfire-preaching trick! Get up on a box, draw people in with some feel-good stuff, then slowly ratchet things up until they're nodding along and scared of THEMSELVES for agreeing with you!

>>1281498
>>Let's stalk someone- just one person- for the rest of the day. Constantly be on the edge of their sight. Make them really nervous.

Second round:

>Hellfire Preaching

or

>Stalking

>>1281599
>>Stalking

>>1281599
>Hellfire Preaching

>>1281599
>Stalking

>>1281599
>Stalking

>>1281599
>Stalking
Hellfire preaching is too loud. Having multiple people know us is bad, but having one direct human barely knowing us, just being known he or she is being stalked is better.

>>1281599
>Stalking

Rolled 3, 8, 5, 3 = 19 (4d10)

>>1281603
>>1281609
>>1281611
>>1281612
>>1281613
Roll Wits + Intimidate (5 dice). Must roll higher than this result.

>>1281599
>Stalking
>>1281612
I totally agree. Plus, we could even make this a regular thing, just going back to that one person at odd intervals. Maybe do it like a yearly thing, every year at the end of a season they get stalked by the green hobo

Rolled 10, 7, 3, 9, 4 = 33 (5d10)

>>1281626

Rolled 1, 8, 4, 5, 5 = 23 (5d10)

>>1281626

Rolled 2, 2, 10, 7, 6 = 27 (5d10)

>>1281626
Tiptoe, through the tulips...

Rolled 5, 6, 6, 2, 10 = 29 (5d10)

>>1281626

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1281639
...with me

Rolled 4, 7, 7, 3, 9 = 30 (5d10)

>>1281626

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1281630
Stealthy explosion

>>1281639
>>1281643
You pick a slick-looking exec on his phone as your target when you catch him talking about a "big lumber deal" coming through. You follow him throughout the day: in his office, you slip by security and stare at him, briefly, through his office window, moving as soon as he notices you. In his car, you're always on the street corner near him, or half out-of-sight in a back alley. At his office dinner, you're panhandling for change outside. When he confronts you, you start mumbling to yourself and pretend to have no idea who he is. His slowly-escalating fear tastes... sweet and succulent to your senses when it finally bears fruit. (2 Glamour gained; 5 Glamour total).

October 19th, 1977. Portland, OR. 8:30 AM.

You wake up in the branches of a tree, your jacket rigged up as a makeshift cover. You had decided to avoid Terry and Mary last night, in case the suit sicked the cops on you. You start thinking about what to do today.

>Spend another day terrorizing someone.

>Follow-up on a rumor

>Hit the street and get in touch with your fringe contacts

>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>Visit Finn's and listen for local gossip

>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>Write-In

>>1281716
>>Spend another day terrorizing someone.
Let's get back to full before we start charging in on work

>>1281716
>Hit the street and get in touch with your fringe contacts

>>1281716
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers
Lets see if we can make some connections

>>1281716
>>Spend another day terrorizing someone.

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>>1281716
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>>1281716
Wait, shouldn't we check up on Rolfe's ex to see how she's doing?

>>1282007
Yeah, actually, I'm changing >>1281724
to >>1282007

>>1282007

Yeah this, maybe cash in on the first part of the deal

>>1282007
Yup, collect payment

>>1281716
>>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>>1282007
>>1282040
>>1282096
>>1282780

1966 SE Hemlock Ave, Ladd's Addition, Downtown Portland. 9:45 AM.

You walk up to the small, rustic house and knock on the door. Rolfe opens it; he looks anemic and ill, but otherwise healthy.

"Um... hello? Can I help you?"

"Could I please speak to your... significant other?"

Rolfe shrugs. "Lucille! It's for you!"
Lucille comes up, takes one look at you, then darts back and returns with a plain brown envelope.

"It's in there. The rest will come... you know, when it can. Thank you."

You open the envelope and take a look inside. You see a silver wedding band resting inside.

"Thank you, ma'am. Good luck."

As you walk away, you hear Rolfe ask Lucille "What was that about?"

"Oh... nothing..."


Well, that was settled easily. Now: what else shall you do today?

>Spend another day terrorizing someone.

>Follow-up on a rumor

>Hit the street and get in touch with your fringe contacts

>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>Visit Finn's and listen for local gossip

>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>Write-In

>>1283187
Well, looking at past posts, guess it's a second round between:

>Try and get into Nightcrawlers
and
>Spend another day terrorizing someone

>>1283187
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>>1283187
>Spend another day terrorizing someone.

>>1283392
>>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>>1283392
>Spend another day terrorizing someone.
Gotta get our glam full before we go off and do fuck all.

>>1283187
>Spend another day terrorizing someone.

Reup on glam

>>1283392
>Spend another day terrorizing someone

>>1283392
>nightclawler

>>1283392
>Spend another day terrorizing someone

>>1283433
>>1283578
>>1283585
>>1283589
>>1283732
You decide it's time to do more stalking. Roll Wits + Intimidate (5 dice).

(Also, I'm back home, so I won't be dropping in and out as often! Yay!)

Rolled 10, 2, 7, 2, 8 = 29 (5d10)

>>1284066

Rolled 2, 4, 3, 4, 10 = 23 (5d10)

>>1284066

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>1284071

Rolled 10, 3, 8, 10, 7 = 38 (5d10)

>>1284066

Rolled 10, 7 = 17 (2d10)

>>1284159

Boom, looks like we're doing better at this whole scaring thing this time

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>1284160

Shockwave

>>1284159
>>1284160
This time, you pick a yuppie who flicked her cigarette into a potted tree. You go all-out on her: first, you bump into her on the street, grab her arm, and stare deep into her eyes as you say "I saw that!" When she shakes you off and goes along with her day, you make sure you're always in the corner of her eyes. In the coffee place she stops off at, you stand so that, as she looks at the window, she catches you in the reflection. As she turns, you duck down an alley, "vanishing". As she walks into her job, you stand outside with a sign that says "Save the trees". You lock eyes with her just long enough for a flash of recognition to happen behind hers, then look away and feign disinterest. You then spend her work cycle scouting the surrounding neighborhood, buying and positioning a number of coats similar to your own, and, finally, cutting a payphone's wire.

>>1284295
>and, finally, cutting a payphone's wire.
Oh man, we are going all out. Shit.

>>1284312
damn nature, you scary

>>1284295
Melanine Salte was having a bad day. She'd ended up late for work, her boss was breathing down her back about the Marcus account, her husband was laid up with some kind of horrible stomach bug, her diet was starting to get to her, and, worst of all, she couldn't get that weird old guy out of her head. He was a nasty-looking type, alright: wild grey hair that looked like it hadn't been brushed in years, a tangled knot of a beard with a couple twigs caught in it, a thick, feral earthy stench, and intense green eyes like a couple of headlights. Ever since he'd shot out of that alley and grabbed her arm, grating about how he'd saw her flick a butt into a flowerpot, she swore she kept seeing him: in reflections, out of the corner of her eye, even outside of the office building! She must be cracking up. Well, at least work's over. Time to get back home and get that weirdo out of her head.

As she started down the steps of her office building, her eyes happened to fall on a piece of cardboard lying in the gutter. Three simple words were written in marker on it:
I SAW THAT

Just like the old guy. Huh. Well, nothing to do about that. She shrugged and started walking down the stree-
And there he was. He looked a bit taller than she remembered, and his beard was more white than grey, but it was the same jacket: green, long, and covered with vague hippy patches and slogans. He was leaning up on the side of an alleyway right on her route home. Dammit, he WAS following her! Must be one of those environmentalist whackjobs who chain themselves to trees and throw blood on people for eating meat. Well, she knew this area well enough, and knew she could cut down the side alley into the adjacent street, no problem.

As she went down it, her eyes happened to fall on a bit of graffiti positioned around eye-level. I SAW THAT. Melanine turned down an adjoining alley quickly (And, from the rooftop, Jerry nodded and slid down the fire escape and darted up the street, almost knocking over a street drummer in his haste)

Melanine winded from alley to alley, but, no matter where she turned, the street guy was there! His jacket sticking out from a dumpster, a friend of his (maybe some sort of gang?) shuffling around the corner- sometimes short, sometimes tall, but always with a damn hippy jacket- or those WORDS sketched on the wall. Finally, she spied a payphone, covered in graffiti, tucked on an alley mouth. She ducked into it and dialed in 911 (and the dumpster across the alley slowly opened up, and Jerry walked up behind her with quiet feet).
"Hello, operator? I'm being stalked, I'm scared for my life, send the cops here immediately!"
Silence. Dead silence. Melanine looked down, and saw that the line was cut. At the same time, she became aware of that AWFUL scent, like the underside of a log, filling the air. Then, a hand gently gripped the back of her neck and a hoarse voice whispered in her ear:
"I saw that."

>>1284360

Fucking hell, we're getting pretty good at this

>>1284360
You grab the poor woman's head before it can hit the ground, and inhale the tidal wave of Glamour shedding off of her body like steam from a pork bun. You hope you haven't done any permanent psychological damage.
(5 glamour gained: max glamour of 10 reached.)

You lay the unconscious woman near the open end of the street and carefully replace the broken phone line, and leg it into Forest Park to rest somewhere where you won't be caught up in any police dragnet that might come out of this.

June 19th, 1977. Forest Park, Portland. 9:00 AM.

You wake up, shake off a few errant insects crawling on you, and pull yourself out of the (deserted) burrow you used as your bed last night. You feel sparking, full of glamour ever since yesterday. You could get used to this feeling.

You dig around in your pockets, find your journal, and start planning out your day.

>Follow-up on a rumor

>Hit the street and get in touch with your fringe contacts

>Visit the Peculiarium and look at the job board

>Visit Finn's and listen for local gossip

>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>Look up Old Tom and visit him and Auntie Ally

>Write-In

>>1284418
>Follow-up on a rumor

Follow up on the outbreak of doors

>>1284418
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers
Ok lets get this outta the way.

>>1284418
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers
we really should meet with autumn nobility before the solstice

>>1284418
>Try and get into Nightcrawlers
Let's meet the fool.

>>1284418
>>Try and get into Nightcrawlers

>>1284436
>>1284441
>>1284447
"Nightcrawlers" club, North Portland. 3:00 PM.

Nightcrawlers is run under a bridge in one of the pedestrian parks in North Portland, through a door marked "MAINTENANCE". The bouncer- a muscular, cue-ball human in a too-small t-shit, looks you up and down, then nods you through.
The club is decorated like a halloween party exploded over a cocktail bar. glowing green ghosts and ghouls hang on the walls and ceiling, a jack-o-lantern replaces the disco ball on the dance floor, and the menu lists such exotically-named drinks as "virgin's tears" and "toad blood". You look around the place.

The club is sparsely-attended as of now, and with no surprise: you turned up just as it opened.

>You spot the skeletal frame of Smilin' Sammy looming a good foot over the rest of the crowd; his emaciated frame and rictus grin really make him stand out. He looks like he's setting up the stage: maybe the two of you can talk?

>Who's the lithe skinhead by the bar? They don't LOOK like one of the Lost. Maybe they're ensorcelled?

>Hey, there's Micheal, busy... chatting up a leprechaun. It looks like they're trying to be private. Maybe you should listen in?

>Shit, that's Madsen in the corner! Haven't seen him since... he almost tried to kill you, and then accidentally trapped the three of you in the Hedge. Maybe you can catch up?

>Who's the bookish-looking fellow in the fringed vest? Pings pretty hard as "human" in your books. Looks like he's talking to... shit, you recognize that one-eyed Ogre as Tommy Two-Times, one of Catherine's Knights. Maybe you should warn that guy against cutting a deal?

>Write-In

>>1284686
>>Who's the bookish-looking fellow in the fringed vest? Pings pretty hard as "human" in your books. Looks like he's talking to... shit, you recognize that one-eyed Ogre as Tommy Two-Times, one of Catherine's Knights. Maybe you should warn that guy against cutting a deal?

>>1284686
>Shit, that's Madsen in the corner! Haven't seen him since... he almost tried to kill you, and then accidentally trapped the three of you in the Hedge. Maybe you can catch up?

>>1284686
>Shit, that's Madsen in the corner! Haven't seen him since... he almost tried to kill you, and then accidentally trapped the three of you in the Hedge. Maybe you can catch up?

>>1284686
>Shit, that's Madsen in the corner! Haven't seen him since... he almost tried to kill you, and then accidentally trapped the three of you in the Hedge. Maybe you can catch up?

>>1284750
>>1284784
>>1284786
You walk up to Masen's corner with a smile on your face. Madsen doesn't even look up from some kind of animal-skin map he's staring at on the table.

"Hello, Wood-heart."

"Oh! Hey, Madsen. I guess you smelled me."

"Yes. I'm busy."

"Oh. Well, maybe I can hel-"

"Too risky."

>Wanna bet?

>Why you giving me the cold shoulder, Madsen? I thought we were friends?

>Fine, fine. (back off)

>Write-In

>>1284834
>Fine, fine. (back off)

"Alright man, well if you do need a hand with it feel free to look me up. Best of luck."

>>1284834
>>1284846
This

>>1284834
>Wanna bet?
>Where theres risk theres profit

>>1284834
>>Why you giving me the cold shoulder, Madsen? I thought we were friends?

>>1284834
supporting >>1284846

>>1284846
This. No need to be pushy.

>>1285126
>>1285087
>>1284884
>>1284846
"Alright man. If you end up needing a hand with it, feel free to look me up. Best of luck."

Madsen only grunts in response.


>Smilin' Sammy has now produced an aged carpet-bag from backstage and is going through its contents. It looks like a prop bag: false teeth, gag glasses, an anatomically-correct rubber heart, a dead rabbit, knives, a hatchet... what sort of show does this guy put on? Maybe he's willing to talk...

>The skinhead's still seated at the bar, where he's scoping out a pair of Spring Court hussies. He hasn't ordered anything to drink. Maybe he'd like a wingman?

>Micheal and the leprechaun are still talking. You hope Micheal isn't paying for the frothy glasses of stout the little man's putting away like water. Maybe you can listen in?

>The bookish-looking fellow seems to be going through some kind of negotiations with Tommy Two-Times, and Tommy's not liking it. Maybe he could use some backup?

>Write-In

>>1285376
>Micheal and the leprechaun are still talking. You hope Micheal isn't paying for the frothy glasses of stout the little man's putting away like water. Maybe you can listen in?

Still wary of this guy, seems like he's going to get caught sometime and lord help us all if he hears about a Goblin Market

>>1285376
>Smilin' Sammy has now produced an aged carpet-bag from backstage and is going through its contents. It looks like a prop bag: false teeth, gag glasses, an anatomically-correct rubber heart, a dead rabbit, knives, a hatchet... what sort of show does this guy put on? Maybe he's willing to talk...

>>1285376
>Smilin' Sammy has now produced an aged carpet-bag from backstage and is going through its contents. It looks like a prop bag: false teeth, gag glasses, an anatomically-correct rubber heart, a dead rabbit, knives, a hatchet... what sort of show does this guy put on? Maybe he's willing to talk...

>>1285376
>Smilin' Sammy has now produced an aged carpet-bag from backstage and is going through its contents. It looks like a prop bag: false teeth, gag glasses, an anatomically-correct rubber heart, a dead rabbit, knives, a hatchet... what sort of show does this guy put on? Maybe he's willing to talk...

>>1285436
>>1285521
>>1285679
You walk up to the stage and get a closer look at Sammy:

He's tall, first off: even down on one knee, as he is now, he's around 6 feet. A fringe of limp, pus-yellow hair hangs like spanish moss around a high forehead, framing arched, sardonic eyebrows of the same shade, a pair of sunken, bread-mold-green eyes, an angular hook-nose, and a mouth stretched in permanent forced grin, exposing a mouth full of wide, crooked teeth. His entire body has a STRETCHED quality to it, like a fun-house mirror reflection come to life, and his skin clings tight to his body as if it hadn't been altered with the rest of him. All of this is covered in a patchwork plaid suit typical of comedians, with a hangman's noose in place of a tie. As you approach, you see him pull out a straw doll and examine it for a second, before shaking his head and putting it back in.

"Er... hello."

Sammy's head swivels to face you, and his grin broadens slightly. "Ah, you must be one of the new blood we have. Always so nice to have membership go up! Tell me: would you like to hear a joke?" His voice is a pleasant low tenor, with a faint growling undercurrent, as if he had something stuck in the back of his throat.

"Uh... yeah, sure."

"Well, you see, during a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized. 'Well,' said the Director, 'we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub.'
'Oh, I understand,' said the visitor. 'A normal person would use the bucket because it’s bigger than the spoon or the teacup.'

'No.' said the Director, 'A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?'

'Hey, wait a second, I'm not crazy', said the visitor: but it was too late. He was strapped to a gurney and wheeled into the operating room, where the doctors took a long metal rod and STABBED it into his brain and STIRRED everything up so he couldn't think anymore, all because he suggested they use a bucket!"

Sammy looks at you expectantly.

>Ah, yes... very funny... hahahah...

>Is that even a joke?

>You've got a sick sense of humor.

>Write-In

>>1285694
>I like it, all avant garde and shit

>>1285694
I knew a different one.

The sylum was a little overcrowded so they thought of a test to see if they could set some of them lose. they set up a trampoline and said to the patients that they had to jump on the pool that was beside it, the problem was, the pool had no water, but anyway, one after the other the patients jumped on the trampoline and fell on the empty pool hurting themselves, the doctor was losing hope when the last one got up on the trampoline, looked around and turned back, not jumping

"Yes!" the doctor said. " I can still release atleast one." "Why you didn't jump" he asked.

The patient replyed " don't tell anyone, but I don't know how to swim."

>>1285694
>>1285744
Sure. Apparently we are into deconstructionist humour. May as well launch into the Aristocrats now.

>>1285694
I like >>1285754

>>1285754
Wit to match wit

>>1285744
>>1285754

Combine these two, a joke for a joke

>>1285754
>>1285906
>>1285917
"I know a different one..."

Sammy listens to the end of your joke. "Hey, that's a pretty good one! Should've gone into more detail about their injuries, though. So, what can I do for you?"

>Nothing, just wanted to introduce myself.

>What do you think of the other Courts?

>I've heard that you serve vampires here. That true?

>Write-In

>>1286031
>Write-In

I wanted to introduce myself

>I've heard that you serve vampires here. That true?

>>1286086
I'm ok with this

>>1286031
support >>1286086

>>1286086
this

>>1286086
>>1286126
>>1286193
>>1286207
"I just wanted to introduce myself."

Sammy chuckles. "Well, consider yourself introduced."

"So. I've heard you serve vampires here. That true?"

"Yes sir, I do. All blood from willing donors or animals, of course. Why? Would you like an introduction? We have a member of their nobility here at the moment: he's here on vacation from Seattle. Name's Rodrigo Fancisco Raoul Jimenez... it kind of trails off. Say's he's been in this great nation since just after Ponce de León. Charming guy."

>Err... sure.

>I think I'll pass.

>>1286481
>Err... sure.
Couldn't hurt

>>1286481
>I think I'll pass.

>>1286481
>>Err... sure.

>>1286481
>Err... sure.

>>1286496
>>1286531
>>1286538
"Err... sure?"

Sammy's grin stretches wider. "Excellent. He's right over here." Your wrist is put in a cast-iron grip as you're dragged behind a velvet drape into a VIP room. A pallid-looking Hispanic man is lounging on a recliner, a cigar resting between two manicured fingers. You notice his eyes shine cats-eye yellow in the secondhand light filtering in from the bar proper.

"Raoul. Baby. This here's a friend of mine from the Autumn Court, his name's- what'd you say your name was again?"

"Jerry."

"Yeah, Jerry, that's it! This here's Jerry."

Raoul extends one hand, palm down and ring finger slightly protruding. As he speaks, you see the flash of long canines between his lips. "Charming." he purrs in a rich Spanish accent.

>Kiss his hand

>Don't

>Write-In

>>1286599
>Do it ET style

>>1286599
>Don't
Shake his hand.

>>1286625

I'm going to second this

>>1286625
>>1286833
You reach out and shake Raoul's hand. You see a brief look of disgust run across his face like a lizard over a hot rock, and then he's all smiles again. "Ah, I sometimes forget how... informal this century is."

"So... you're really a vampire?"

"Yes, we are real, contrary to what you might think. I've always found that... unusual about your people. You see so many strange things, and yet always get so confused when you encounter a creature not tied to your Gentry with power."

"You have... powers, then?"

Raoul scoffs. "Of course we do. Not as music-hall, perhaps, as those of popular culture- like that AWFUL Nosferatu film, ach!- but we have them. Would you, perhaps, care for a demonstration?" Raoul's eyes gleam like topaz through the smoke.

>Sure

>No, no, I believe you. Very powerful.

>Write-In

>>1286880
>Sure

>>1286880
>Sure
What could possibly go wrong?

>>1286880
>I meant no offense. My time in the woods has made my manners... rough. I'm believe you're quite powerful, and I also believe one of your power would be interested in the affairs of the portland court. Maybe i might be helpful, there

Rolled 1, 6, 1, 3, 10, 8, 5, 10 = 44 (8d10)

>>1286915
>>1286920
"Uh, sure."

"Ah, excellent." Raoul smiles broadly and genuinely as he looks you in the eyes and says:

"Piss yourself."

Roll Resolve + Wyrd (3 dice). May spend Willpower (4 points left) as usual. Must beat above result.

Rolled 8, 7 = 15 (2d10)

>>1286970
Somewhere, a million miles away, you hear Sammy say "What the FUCK, Raoul?"

"He wanted a demonstration."

Rolled 4, 8, 3, 10, 8, 9 = 42 (6d10)

>>1286970

Yeah no, I think we have enough pride to spend willpower on this

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>1286976

Boom

Rolled 1, 2, 8, 5, 10, 2 = 28 (6d10)

>>1286970
I'll spend

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>1286979

Rolled 4, 7, 8, 9, 6, 7 = 41 (6d10)

>>1286970
fuck it lets spend

>>1286976
>>1286977
You focus hard on the FORCE driving itself through your brain like iron nails. It feels nothing like the power of a Contract: that magic is alive and pulsing, wild and full of potential and dreams. This feels... cold and dead and infinitely hungry and malevolent. With what feels like Herculean effort, you still it's drive towards your cerebellum. Raoul's smirk barely flickers.

"Well... that's fun."

>FUCK you.

>Yeah. My turn now. (Activate Might of the Terrible Brute and punch him).

>You've made your point, Count Chocula. Sorry I didn't kiss the ring. Now how about I leave you for your hot date with Boo-Berry Crunch?

>Why'd you feel like making me wet myself, instead of something more... painful?

>Write-In

>>1286996
>Why'd you feel like making me wet myself, instead of something more... painful?

We did just ask an old ass vampire for a demonstration

>>1286996
>You've made your point, Count Chocula. Sorry I didn't kiss the ring. Now how about I leave you for your hot date with Boo-Berry Crunch?

>>1286996
>>Why'd you feel like making me wet myself, instead of something more... painful?
fucking Ventrus

>>1287009
>>1287024
"Why did you feel like making me wet myself, instead of something more... painful?"

"Because I wanted to humiliate you, not maim you. Besides, if you started bleeding so close to me... well, I'm not sure I could help myself, and it would be SO unseemly to murder a friend's guest. Still, you seem to be an interesting little thing, aren't you? Either you're very strong-willed... or very lucky. Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out. I wonder if you'll resist my will a second time." Raoul states all of this in a matter-of-fact tone, as if he were commenting on the weather.

"Yeah, I think I'm going."

Raoul locks eyes with you again, but Sammy steps into his line of sight. "Hey, Raoul? Don't'cha want that fine 1969 vintage we were discussing? Got her all ready for you and everything!"

"Bah! Fine, fine. If you're lying about her being a virgin, however, I want that man instead. I shall be able to taste the difference, you know."

You duck out of the VIP room post-haste.


> Looks like the skinhead's taking one of the hussies into a dark corner... did his eyes just gleam red in the light?

>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>Looks like the bookworm's in a tight spot. Two-Times has gotten up and is currently looming over him in full menace. The latter seems... utterly unpreturbed. What's got him so confident?

>Well, today's been a total waste of time. Might as well blow this joint and get some sleep.

>Write-In

>>1287194
>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287194
>>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287194
>>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287194
>>Looks like the bookworm's in a tight spot. Two-Times has gotten up and is currently looming over him in full menace. The latter seems... utterly unpreturbed. What's got him so confident?

>>1287194
>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287194
>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287194
>Micheal appears to be in an argument with the now throughly-inebriated leprechaun. He offers the small, belligerent shoemaker a stack of bills, which the latter slaps away with a languid gesture. Maybe you should explain to him that goblins have a different economy than humans do...

>>1287770
>>1287696
>>1287660
>>1287324
>>1287260
>>1287228
You walk over to the two of them.

"What, exactly, is the problem here? That is $3,000 dollars!"

"Ní féidir liom a thabhairt cac faoi do chuid airgid páipéir! Tá mé leipreachán, tú duine dúr! Tá mé go léir an óir is mian liom! mian leat treoir fál? Faigh dom roinnt tairní fuilteacha nach bhfuil a théann go dtí cac tar éis trí mhí!"

"I keep telling you, I DON'T SPEAK THAT LANGUAGE!"

"Oh, i ndáiríre? Téigh suas duit féin, ansin, buachaill deas! Agus a thabhairt dom pionta eile!"

The leprechaun flings his mug across the room with a drunken gesture.

You put a hand on Micheal's shoulder. "Hey, Wyndham. How have you been?"

Micheal starts and looks around. "I've been better, to be honest. I've been having trouble with this leprechaun. I know he understands me, but ever since he started getting really drunk, he's been going on in Irish, I think, and refusing to answer any of my questions!"

>And what are these questions?

>Let me help. (Pick up leprechaun by jacket): Talk straight or I'll drive my boot up your ass. (roll Strength + Intimidate)

>I think I can remember something about leprechauns that might give you a leg up. (roll Intelligence + Occult)

>Write-In

>>1288312
>>And what are these questions?
this first, diplomacy later

>>1288312
>Let me help. (Pick up leprechaun by jacket): Talk straight or I'll drive my boot up your ass. (roll Strength + Intimidate)

>>1288312
>>And what are these questions?

>>1288312
>And what are these questions?

>>1288312
>And what are these questions?

>>1288355
>>1288422
>>1288436
>>1288314
"And what are these questions?"

"I was... well, it's a bit... personal. I was interested in acquiring some... faerie-made undergarments, and wanted to know who could make them."

>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

>I don't believe you.

>Why would you want that, exactly?

>Write-In

>>1288472
>Write-In

Well at least you're talking to the right sort of folks. I'd ask you why you wanted them but I am pretty sure I don't want to know the answer. So let me do the talking with the leprechaun, their economy doesn't run on money really, and we'll get you a set of faerie-made underwear.

>>1288472
>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

>>1288472
Is he being serious or messing with us?

>>1288494
That would be a Wits + Empathy roll with a -2 penalty (since you have no points in the Empathy skill), which would leave you with a chance die against his 5-dice Composure + Subterfuge roll (if he was lying). It would be... difficult for you to determine if he's telling the truth.

>>1288472
>>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

and they speak english

>>1288472
>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

>>1288472
>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

>>1288472
>>Listen, there's this place, my Court owns it, they can hook you up.

>>1288528
>>1288550
>>1289139
>>1291390
(Apologies for the prolonged absence: college had me in lockdown for the first two days back RE: schoolwork, but now I should be back)

"Listen, there's this place owned by the Autumn Court, here's the address, just tell the guy at the front you want to see their selection of risque smoking jackets. They should be able to hook you up."

"Oh! Oh. Well, thank you." Micheal smiles, but there's something less than earnest about it.

"Seriously, Micheal, if you need anything el-"

You hear a gunshot come from somewhere in the club. A good half of the patrons ready firearms, magic swords, or just a plain old iron pipe in self-defense. The rest are split between a mad rush for the exit, or, in Micheal's case, diving beneath the table and whimpering. The leprechaun appears to be too drunk to notice what's going on, and continues to shout something in Irish.

>Draw your switchblade and get ready.

>Join Micheal under the table

>Run for the exit and get out of the neighborhood.

>Write-In

>>1291927
>Draw your switchblade and get ready.

This is an Autumn Court location, if someone is attacking it we should defend

No worries man, good to see you back

>>1291927

ready our fists, they are way more lethal

>>1291927
>Write-In
Kurama? Kurama.
...
Fuck, we didn't take those contracts!
>Draw your switchblade and get ready.

>>1291927
>Draw your switchblade and get ready.

>You should probably run, and fast.

>>1291931
>>1291959
>>1291980
>>1291947
Your body is a weapon... but you put your switchblade in your off-hand, just in case. You see the skinhead from earlier stumble out of the restroom, a hole in his shirt and a pained expression on his face. He looks around at the room and starts yelling:

"HELP! Jesus fuck, I've been shot! Stop gawking and hel-"

Another gun-shot rings out, and he staggers forward slightly as he makes his way over to the bar. "Great, now she's shot me again! Any time now! One of you get the gun away from the silly bit-"

Three more shots, in quick succession. You see one of them graze the skinhead's arm, peeling a long strip of skin off and showing grey, dead muscle with unnatural black veins beneath. The shooter's visible now: it's one of the Spring whores from earlier, holding a Colt in unsteady hands and shooting at the skinhead with an expression of terror. Skinhead turns around. "Will you QUIT that? It's not gonna kill me! It just hurts like a motherfucker!"

"S... someone kill that thing! It tried to EAT me!"

"Eat this! (the skinhead throws the forks at her) Listen, this nutty broad needs to get locked up!"

You see Sammy sleaze across the floor towards the skinhead and his friend, and the rest of the club settle into normalcy.

>Watch the proceedings.

>Get involved.

>Write-In

>>1292060
>Get involved.

Go try to get the Spring courtier to stand down

>>1292060
>Get involved.
Ask the Spring Court member if she knew what kind of establishment this is.

>>1292060
>Get involved.
talk to the spring courtier and ask what happened

>>1292084
You beat Sammy to them. You walk by the undead skinhead and approach the courtier. "Hey, hey. Look. You're okay. We're gonna make sure you're safe. Just... give me the gun, okay?"

"'Oooh, we'll make sure you're safe', good for fucking her, what about me? I'm the one who's full of fucking bullets, in case you haven't noticed!"

"Well, let's just see about that, sir, please, come right this way and we'll see about digging those out while my associate handles the young woman..."

You take the gun out of the soft, unresisting hands of the courtier. She looks like she's in her early 20's, but she's a Fairest: one of the Gentry's pets, made to look young and beautiful. In her case, it gave her lilac-scented hair and coral-pink skin as flawless as fine porcelain. She's dressed in an alluring-yet-tasteful outfit, now askew, and wears a green choker on her neck.

>>1292115
"What happened?"

the courtier sniffs. "Well, 'Rolf'- that's the... THING over there- and I were talking, we'd had a drink, and the two of us headed into the restrooms to indulge ourselves-"

"You mean screw, right?"

"Well, if you have to put it like that, then yes. We were in the middle of... things... and then, all of a sudden, f-fangs come snapping out of his mouth and he tries to BITE me! He got-them- into my neck, but I pushed him off and then... I acted in my own defense."

Her tone isn't wavering too much, as far as you can tell- then again, you ARE terrible at reading people.

>>1292086
"Miss, you DO know this is a club for... all sorts, right? Not just our people."

"Oh, so that's how it's going to be? 'It's your fault, you dumb bitch, you should've known he was a vamp, how dare you defend yourself'?! Just because I want to be intimate with someone doesn't mean I want them sucking me dry, asshole!"

Her eyes are tearing up, and she's giving you a mixed glare of rage and pain.

>Christ on a bike, lady, calm down! I'm not your enemy here!

>Accuse her of lying (why?)

>You shot that vamp 5 times on neutral ground. You'd better be telling me the truth, lady, because otherwise you could be looking at being handed over to the Magister of Nightmares, worst-case. Or to the vamps.

>I believe you. Is there any way you can corroborate this? Another witness, evidence?

>Write-In

>>1292193
>You shot that vamp 5 times on neutral ground. You'd better be telling me the truth, lady, because otherwise you could be looking at being handed over to the Magister of Nightmares, worst-case. Or to the vamps.

>Is there any way you can corroborate this? Another witness, evidence?

>>1292193
>You shot that vamp 5 times on neutral ground. You'd better be telling me the truth, lady, because otherwise you could be looking at being handed over to the Magister of Nightmares, worst-case. Or to the vamps.
>I believe you. Is there any way you can corroborate this? Another witness, evidence?

>>1292193
>You shot that vamp 5 times on neutral ground. You'd better be telling me the truth, lady, because otherwise you could be looking at being handed over to the Magister of Nightmares, worst-case. Or to the vamps.
>>I believe you. Is there any way you can corroborate this? Another witness, evidence?

>>1292215
>>1292391
>>1292439
"You shot that 'vamp' 5 times on neutral ground. You'd better be telling the truth, lady, because otherwise the BEST-case scenario is banishment. Worst-case is you getting handed to the vampires to punish- or into the hands of the Magister of Nightmares. Now, is there any way you can corroborate this? Witnesses, hard evidence?"

The girl pauses. "Well, my friend Isabel was in the next stall over... powdering her nose. She'd have heard everything. And, of course, there'd be the wound on my shoulder where he bit me: I can show you, if you'd like."

"Do you mind?"

The girl nods and turns around. Both of her shoulders are smooth and unmarred.

"Uh, I'm not seeing anything."

"What? What're you talking about!" She claws at her skin with well-manicured fingers. "This- this isn't possible! I swear, he bit me, it was throbbing like mad just a minute ago!"

>'Rolf' is near the shadowy corner in which Raoul sat so recently, with Sammy pulling bullets out of him. Maybe you should hear his version of events...

>Madsen's put his map away somewhere and is staring at 'Rolf' with an unreadable expression. Maybe he can give you the basics on vampires.

>The girl says she was attacked in the lady's restrooms, and that her friend was in the next stall over. Since you've appointed yourself detective here, let's see the scene of the crime and pin down the witness.

>Write-In

>>1292466
>The girl says she was attacked in the lady's restrooms, and that her friend was in the next stall over. Since you've appointed yourself detective here, let's see the scene of the crime and pin down the witness.
We should talk to the only witness before she leaves

>>1292466
this >>1292476

>>1292466
>The girl says she was attacked in the lady's restrooms, and that her friend was in the next stall over. Since you've appointed yourself detective here, let's see the scene of the crime and pin down the witness.

>>1292466
also, can't we use our magic book to figure out what went down?

i hope we can
i hope its in noire detective style

>>1292498
Ah, yes, let's add that option in:

>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>>1292500

I'll amend my vote to looking at the crimescene fist and then reading the paperback

>>1292500
switch to that, then talk to the witness

>>1292508
Seconding, crime scene and witnesses first, magic book later.

>>1292466
>>The girl says she was attacked in the lady's restrooms, and that her friend was in the next stall over. Since you've appointed yourself detective here, let's see the scene of the crime and pin down the witness.

>>1292466
>>The girl says she was attacked in the lady's restrooms, and that her friend was in the next stall over. Since you've appointed yourself detective here, let's see the scene of the crime and pin down the witness.


I hope we can talk to Madsen again too, he's going on an adventure, I can smell it

>>1292466
Take a look.
It's in a book.
A Reading Rainbow!

>>1292486
>>1292494
>>1292758
>>1292788
>>1292806
The ladies room in Nightcrawlers is surprisingly clean and well-kept, given the general tackiness in the rest of the club. You start sweeping the area for evidence.

Roll Wits + Investigation (3 dice)

Rolled 9, 1, 9 = 19 (3d10)

>>1294212

Rolled 8, 7, 7 = 22 (3d10)

>>1294212

Rolled 7, 4, 1 = 12 (3d10)

>>1294212
>>1294212

>>1294222
It looks like the restroom's emptied out. Personally, you don't really blame them: you'd probably run too if you heard a gunshot come from the stall next to you. You DO find some scraps of black silk lying in one of the stalls, and a small bloodstain in the stall adjacent.

>Talk to 'Rolf'

>Talk to Madsen

>Try and get the victim to help you find Isabel

>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>Write-In

>>1294407
>>Read the Paperback of Many Tales

>>1294407
>Read the Paperback of Many Tales