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GM The man was indeed big, no, huge; well over six feet tall and probably close to four hundred pounds. When he placed his hand on the roof of the cab and leaned over to speak to Noemi, she could hear the suspension creak. His face was broad with a flat nose that had probably been broken more than once; his pale blue eyes seemed small yet piercing beneath his heavy brow, and his dark hair was plastered down to his skull with generous amounts of product. Yet for all this, his smile was surprisingly warm. "Well, I suppose it depends on what you think is 'nice'." His voice rumbled from deep within his chest. "Is North Bay nice? I know it's a long drive at this hour, but there's at least a hundred bucks in it for you." He reached into his suit coat and pulled out a fat gold money clip for inspection; there looked to be a few hundred dollars, and it was embossed with the initials 'WHC'. "So what do you say?"
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Lynn waved her hand and shook her head. "Hey, don't apologize! Lots of people probably only go to the website these days anyways, plus exposure is exposure!" Then she cocked her head to one side and looked genuinely surprised. "Wait, Gretchen gave me a glowing review? That can't be right." She steepled her fingers and grinned diabolically. "It appears the brain implant is working even better than I expected! Ehhhhhhxcellent!" Once more serious again, the store owner indicated the walls of bookshelves with a wave of her hand. "Did you get any pictures? I can pose, or maybe some of our booksellers would be up for it?"
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I was talking with Ari (I think) in the chat, and we had a few ideas for Primus. 1. The wealthy side gets more light, and is called Dayside. 2. The poorer side is mostly in shadow, aka Nightside. 3. Perhaps waste processing and the reactors are closer to Nightside? The Galactic Explorer's Club (or whatever it's called) could be in the nicer area, and looks like a reproduction of a 20th century club, with lots of trophies and a huge window with an amazing view?
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Maybe the Space Hunter's Club has more than one location, and they've got one at the ritzy end of Primus?
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In case we needs it!
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GM August 31st, 4:25 AM It had been a long and productive Saturday night for Noemi; Labor Day weekend marked the end of summer, which meant a lot of fares, many of whom were drunk and therefore extravagant tippers. Of course, she'd also had to wipe down the back seat a few times with disinfectant wipes... Noemi was heading west out of the Theatre District on Stanwick when a very tall, broad man in a boxy navy blue suit stepped off the curb and waved his hand; maybe she had time for just one more?
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Grim was once a defender of the Fens back in the early days, but she never had the privilege of meeting the King.
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Upon taking the various drink orders, Lynn nodded and grinned. "Nice, lots of healthy choices! Be right back." And with that, she stepped out of the room at a normal pace, her wedges clacking sharply on the hardwood floors; in the past, she might have shrunk down to pixie size and zipped away, but she wasn't always in a rush the way she used to be in the old days. From back in the kitchen, their hostess called out over the sounds of cupboards opening and the clinking of glass. "I'm so glad all you guys could make it! I was thinking of inviting Mara, too, but I wasn't sure...kinda feel bad I didn't now, actually..." Lynn returned with a large tray bearing glass pitchers of both orange juice and water, an ice bucket, tongs and several glasses; there was also a sippy cup with colorful flowers and animals on it. She placed the tray on the coffee table. "I've got some snacks here, too." She fetched another tray from a sideboard featuring pita chips, hummus, chopped veggies, spinach dip and small paper plates, placed it next to the first tray, and then started to pour drinks for everyone. Once everyone had a drink (Lynn opted for orange juice as well), she smiled nervously and raised her glass. "L'chaim!" After she took a swig, she began to slowly roll her glass between her two palms. her eyes unfocused. "I, uh...I'm not sure where to begin." She swallowed. "First of all, I guess, I'm sorry I-" Lynn let out a trembling breath and put her glass down too quickly, nearly dropping it; thankfully a coaster abruptly appeared underneath just before it hit the table. "I'm sorry I've been gone so damn long..."
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Grim suddenly sat up, also done with the charade; she hopped to her feet and took a menacing pose, razor-sharp claws extended as she pointed a wicked finger at the frightened servants. "This doesn't make sense; isn't the man brought down with us the Duke? Or is there someone else who bears the title?" Then a sick thought hit her that made her stomach curdle; perhaps once again a man with a jovial exterior was revealing a hidden dark side... "Does the Duke ever...talk with himself? Like with a different voice?"
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Wait a minute, the Duke drugged himself? That seemed a little hard to believe, but not impossible. Maybe it was easier than trying to have separate drugged food just for his guests? Or maybe the butler was lying because he thought they might be faking it, and he wanted to throw suspicion off of himself or someone else he was working for? Or maybe the man they met wasn't really the Duke at all? Whatever the explanation was, clearly more information needed to be gathered; Grim decided it was just to play along for a little while longer.
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Grim was getting into the dopey act as well; she began to slur her speech a bit, and she seemed to have trouble keeping her eyes open. "'Wicked curse'?" She shook her head and tossed her napkin on the table. "Y'know I always wanted to see Wicked on Broadway, but I never seem...never seem to have the time." She took another fake swig of wine and appeared to doze off before her head snapped back up. "Wow, this jet lag is bad, dude! I can barely...barely..." Then she slowly leaned forward until her face was pretty well mushed into her plate, and began snoring loudly. Aaaaaand, scene! In reality, of course, she was wide awake, and had shifted her senses to the conjured napkin, eager to get a look at whoever was behind the dinner's secret ingredient!
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Bluff check: 1d20+20=36
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Sleight of Hand roll: 1d20+15=18 Ugh, not very good; hopefully he's distracted by the sexy!
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Oh great, I'm gonna have to fake it. Luckily, I have a cunning plan! As she took the offered glass of port, Grim cocked her head to one side. "Well as a self-described 'Mistress of Mystery', I do kinda like to keep a certain mystique surrounding me, know what I mean? That aura of, y'know, mystery!" She swirled the wine in the glass. "But I guess you could say my powers originate beyond the Faerie Veil?" One finger began to lazily trace the rim of her glass as she scootched her chair a bit closer. "So tell me, Duke, is there a...duchess hidden away somewhere?" She playfully cocked an eyebrow as she slowly raised the glass to her lips. "Awful big house for just one man..." As she tipped the glass back, the wine flowed right into 'the Vault', the extra-dimensional space she'd learned to tap into on the Other Side; not a drop passed the ring she'd traced with her fingertip! Good thing I cleared it out before leaving; I'd hate to stain any of my old cool stuff!
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I think it best at this point that we wait for Mali to catch up
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Slight of Hand roll, per Cape's request. 1d20+15=26
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This should work as Bluff, I think, as it's sort of a literal version of Innuendo? Bluff check: 1d20+20=31
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Grim took the offered seat, unsure what do; she technically didn't eat anymore, couldn't in fact, though she could still manage to drink things. She was about to bring this sad fact up to their host when her sensitive nose picked up on something; there was an unfamiliar additive to everything served at the table, most likely a drug! Still she didn't know who was responsible, so it was probably best not to start throwing around wild accusations. Sadly Lord Harrow was tucking in with vigor, but maybe she could at least warn Velocity in time? "Everything looks so good! I'm not sure where to start!" She began to pile everything on her plate, even the lobster, which was clearly not kosher. Looking across at her fellow super, she made a rapturous face. "This is so cool! Just like in a movie!" Then she fluttered her lashes like a starlet. But on the surface of her eyelids, for a few brief seconds, the words 'Food Drugged' were briefly visible to those with the speed to see them.
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Ironically, Grim can no longer eat, but she can drink! Is the drink drugged as well? She has no Life Sciences
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Lynn didn't say anything for a few seconds; she just sort of looked at Sam and then the other two girls for a few seconds, her lips tightly sealed. But then she couldn't restrain herself anymore and busted out laughing. "Oh my God, that's awesome! I'm being squirelly? Takes one to know one, Sam! Like you tell everyone you can do magic?" The ageless fae casually waved her hand towards an empty space on the floor and a tall wooden bookcase appeared. "Ta-daa! I didn't want to have to pay for more bookcases, kid! That's what you were smelling with your amazing magic-smelling nose!" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder. "And I keep all the scary stuff locked up in the back; for people in the trade only." She crossed her arms and looked at all three of the girls again with genuine interest, all traces of hostility gone. "So did you all go to Claremont? I'm getting kind of a Claremont vibe off of you guys."
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Lynn had stood there juggling, watching with her mouth slightly open as Sam had gone into full 'plea bargain' mode; she studied the woman intently, her eyes searching her features for some clue as to her origins. What is with this girl? When she finally finished, the bookseller paused to easily work the ball back into her juggling, then she allowed the balls to drop to the floor as she took an angry step towards Kit. "Oh for God's sake, what is your problem? I'm trying to help you out, and I'm bad at math, okay? That's all that's going on here! I'm not trying to screw anyone over or work a scam or anything like that! What are you, pre-law or business management?" She kicked one of the balls across the room, where it bounced of the walls a few times before rolling to a stop. Lynn stood there seething, with her hands on her hips, until she turned around to face the redhead once more. "And what, do you think I'm selling porn or something? I sell books, okay? All kinds of books." Then she took a step towards her; not exactly menacing but not very friendly, either. "Now if you want to ask me a question, kid, then go ahead and ask it; I won't bull### you or be evasive or squirrelly." She folded her arms tightly across her chest. "Go on, ask me; I'm tired of playing games."
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"Grimalkin, what do your elf eyes see?" Notice check: 1d20+15=34 What don't they see?
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I added a link to the floor plan of Lynn's place to my last post, in case it helps anybody.
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Just the way Tona talked made Lynn smile; there was an innocence to her, despite all that talk about defenses and what not. "Well yes, we do have stuff that needs to be moved from time to time, but mostly we sell stuff; books and coffee, mostly." She casually walked over to the rack she'd grabbed the towel from, reached behind it and pulled out three tennis balls, which she began to casually juggle. "Now looking at you, Tona, I don't see a natural salesperson; that's not a bad thing, really, 'cause most salesmen are jerks. But I do see something else-" And with that, she started tossing the balls at the girl to see if she could join her 'routine'.
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I don't think I've found Grim's voice yet, which is actually kind of cool; both the player and the character will have to figure out what it means to be Grim in 2014!
