**Penny and Compton do some more research in to happenings at Hyperion**

U of T - Courtyard(#532RJ)

The large circular driveway which circles the U of T courtyard appears as if it has been recently paved. In the daytime, close to a hundred student cars line the sides of the roadway, silent under the the slender trees. Students of every colour and ethnic background wander back and forth to their classes or sit, smoking, on the steps of the Sanford Fleming Building. Just to the north, a large circular expanse of grass turns the courtyard into a cul-de-sac. On the other side of the field the great dome of Convocation Hall dwarfs the surrounding brownstone buildings. Just to your left you see University College Residence, a large square featureless building. Utilitarian grey paint covers the outside of this institutional looking building, the only visible decorations being a number of posters and signs taped to the inside of their dorm windows. Facing this bland building, is one of the oldest buildings on the U of T Campus, the Sir Sanford Fleming building. The old brownstone building seems to have been recently renovated, and a bright blue sign on the small patch of grass in front of it confirms this fact. At night the campus is all but deserted, yet brightly illuminated with security lights. Haggard looking students wander the campus, looking as if they've just escaped the Siberian salt mines, some of them acknowledging the security guards who go about their rounds.

Contents:
Dunce
Campus Courtyard Bulliten Board

Penny picks up her cellular phone and begins to dial.
Dunce sits on the library stairs, reading.

Penny holds something small out in front of her. Looks like a phone. She stares at it, squints at it like it's supposed to be doing something. But clearly it isn't.

Compton from the other end of the line grumbles a vauge hello.

Penny stands neaby the bulletin boards, moves slowly to lean on one of it's posts and puts the phone to her ear again. She sticks her other hand in her pocket and juts that hip out from the wall; balance of a kind rocking heel-to-toe as she talks.

The room, despite basic descriptions is a bloody mess. 4 to 5 people have shared this space for a while now. There's a large hole burned in the carpet between the beds. Compton is sitting on the edge of the far bed talking on the phone, cradling his head in his hands, from the reciver can be heard Penny's shrill voice which seems to visibly hurt Compton, it says "Yeah so I think I've got something here. Need to you to look at it, maybe make some changes. You hear about that accident the other night?", to which Compton grumbles a dull, "Uh, no... big fucking city ya know?" in return.

Downtown - Spadina and Dundas W(#263RJ)
Penny's voice on the phone is overly-loud. She volleys with "Would you FUCKING WAKE UP. Jesus. Fucking motor oil for brains. And get Keene. He should see, too. Look," she pauses, sounds like she's walking down a busy street. A jangle of noises; street vendors and hissing steam, busses and people. Must be Chinatown. "I'm coming back now, okay? Plastered the campus with flyers again - should be a better turn out than last week. Get dressed. And you better not be in my robe. That shit's new."

Downtown - Spadina and Queen W(#261RJ)
Compton jerks the phone away from his stricken head, and listens to the rest of Penny's diatribe with the phone on his lap. He looks down and realizes that he is in fact not in Penny's robe, but in last nights clothes still. Next Compton peers at the detrius of the room around him, and eventually calls to the can, "Keene? You there?" to no reply. Raising the receiver cautiously to his head he says, "Keene's not here. I think."

She sneezes and curses and yells "Hey, I'm WALKIN'here!" away from the phone - it's muffled and covered in wind-noises. She must be pointing the phone at whoever just tried to run her over. Suddenly all background noise is cut off; like she stepped inside a vacuum. "Comp? You still there? I'm here. Open the door, forgot my key again."

Penny knocks on the door marked .

Compton hangs up the phone without another word. Gets up and crosses the room to the door, twists the knob and lets it swing oipen on his way tot he bathroom next to it. IN there the sound of a steady and heavy steam hitting the bowl resonanates for a couple of minutes. Finished witha lough moan/sigh of relife.
You enter the apartment.

Room174(#4497ed)

To the right of the entrance is a modest bathroom that is sparkling clean. This room has two queen-sized beds separated by a few feet, with plenty of blankets and large fluffy pillows. Inside the second drawer of the nightstand that sits between the beds is a copy of Gideon's Bible. Across from the nightstand on the far wall is a TV that offers hours of cable entertainment. A note near the TV remote reminds you that pay-per-view adult movies will be added to your bill.
There is a window that overlooks the parking lot on the far side, next to a table with two chairs. Behind the table is the room environmental unit built into the wall, giving you control of the heat and air conditioning.



Obvious Exits: Out

Contents:
Escalus
Compton
Dave the Monkey
% Activity in world legacy
"So, whatchew got for me." come from the Bathroom which Compton occupies at the moment.
Escalus says "Guys, I have ten minutes until lunch."
Escalus says "I will be back, afterwards."

Penny looks down both ways before walking in the way people do when they know there's a boobytrap waiting to be sprung on them. Or not. She continues cautiously, still looking around the room. There's Keene's laptop. There's Jesse's sleepingbag. There's Pobble's box. "Where's that goddamn monkey? He *better* still be bound and gagged." Sneaks a look among Jesse's crates of lps. "In that closet," pokes through Hiro's amps "Locked in the box," insinuating she'll try to kill him again, Penny shuffles toward the second bed, shrugging out of her jacket.

"Comp?" knowing he's tuned her out for the better part of the rant "Daze said she's bringin'home dinner later. Come out, wanna show you."

OOC Compton says "No worries. Sorry for the wait."
OOC Penny says "We can keep ourselves occupied - how long'll you be? - so we can tailor our rp,.."
OOC Escalus says "I will be back 1 hour and ten minutes from now. But I am enjoying the scene."

The gutteral glug-glug of the toilet flushing heralds Comptons return to the other part of Thi Invisible College's palace. He's looking alright actually, everything considered seeing how he has most likel;y just come off a bender with various heavy metals. His fly still down though, so at least there's a sense of inoperability still around. "McRaunchy's again? Fuck, stuff gives me the shits." is his opening comment. Nice.

Stretched out on the bed, Penny's skin is still slick from the fog outside. She looks strange; pale slithery thing, hollow eyed and bone shallow. Sunk low, she unpockets her phone and tosses it to the floor. "My turn, right? Throw us a towel." Rolling that way, she pulls open the drawer and clips herself a tab. "Thought maybe I was seeing things, big crash outside the quay" tongues the square off her thumb "go into my pocket and look at that. Guy totally flipped out and ran some people over.."

And afterward, looking at the ceiling "Xyz, man."
Compton glances at the ceiling with you, looking for the Zee'sis for a moment before clueing in and closing the barn door. Grabbing any old towel from the end of the other bed he drops it on you when he plunks down next to you on the bed. "Kay. Sounds pretty heavy."

"Was," affirming that "Looked over and They said it wasn't nothin' they could sense so I kinda kept on but y'know that feeling?" She wipes the towel over her head, face and neck "That one where you know something just isn't right.. had this intuition. So" she hitches back onto an elbow "took that picture. Lookit," nodding to the polaroid coming out of her jacket's inner-pocket.

Compton grins at the sight of the 'Polaroid' before even looking at the picture, "Picking up soem tricks of the old guy eh?" he asks in usual Canadian parlance. Then he looksd at the photo and sees...?
It looks likee a regular old car accident. Busted up vehicle in a lightpole, inured people on the sidewalk, unconcious driver, blood everywhere. General mayhem.

She smiles some, going gently into her altered state "Shoulda SEEN this woman," exaggerating details in drawn-out words "Biiiig frilly dress comin'out of the Eaton Center. Totally into letting me borrow her stuff. Didn't have any'a your equipment, can't do that shit with the lights but maybe you can poke at it with your sticks, make it show us something."

"Somthing?" Compton asks skeptically, and scowells at the photo as if willing it to just give up to goods and save him the hassell. "Will take a while." he adds defending his technical skills with a expectation buffer. "What are we looking for?"

Her vaguest response yet, looking at the ceiling, the smoke detector. "Something in the air." Penny shifts herself a little and sneezes the other way. "'mind me to get a damn hat. Fucken weather." She grouses and grumbles, then settles back down. "We could sell'em," indicating the pile of polaroids "Or copies at least. Tabloids love this shit."

Compton continues to glare at the 4x4 picture as he gets up and moves over to the heap in the closet and begins to rummage, pulling out a duffle bag.

Escalus has connected.
From the bag, Compton pulls his rusty-trusty Ether Goggles. Returning to Keene's desk he sits down and dons them, using the erstwhile leaders Notebook as a spot to work on.
Penny loses all interest in keeping her eyes open, starts humming something to herself. Indistinct at first, the tune builds into something recognizable. Flight of the Bumble Bee. It goes on like this for ten minutes; every other stanza interrupted by a sneeze or a cough. Finally she gets up and blows her nose with the last tissue in the box. She notices. She's subtle.

"You need to cut that out."

"You don't have to do it now. Got something else in mind." Clearing her sinuses, Penny grabs a marker on the way into the bathroom.
OOC Penny says "Hi :) Welcome back."

Compton props the goggles up on his forehead and scowels at Penny, fucking flake that she is. "What you on today woman?" he asks with mounting annoyance.

From the bathroom, Penny's disembodied voice echos "Wednesday."

Curt and to the point, that's all she says, all she needs to say. Some noises follow; clearing space, knocking empties into the garbage can, toothbrushes and hairbrushes and combs clicking with their plasticky static into the bathroom sink. "Eep'ose og. Oo igh'eed'en." Something impeding real annunciation. Marker in her mouth.

Compton pockets the Polaroid, and gets up witha grunt of effort from the all too small chair for his big ass and trundles off to the loo to see what Penny's up to this time. "Huh?" is his response to your ooglings. The googles still on his mellon regardless.

OOC Penny says "You with us Esc?"
OOC> Escalus says "Indeed, yes."
OOC> Penny says "Kay, this is where my speshul talents come in."
OOC> Escalus is waiting with baited breath.
OOC Compton waits with fish.
OOC Penny says "PHENOMENON - When Compton comes into the bathroom, Penny is going to close the door behind him. She has markered up the doorframe with the vacant lot's address. This is the door's new 'target' - it opens into the lot instead of Room 174. ACTION - Penny is using the doorway focus for the Corr/Matter effect to take place. THEORY - This was one of the last trick Penny turned to graduate from Benny's tutelage - a doorway is just another frame - another window out into the world. Turning the knobs and hinges out of a door is easy - they tell the door where you want it to open - it's all in the wrist."
OOC> Penny corrects: it opens into the lot's umbral representation.
OOC> Escalus says "Oooh. You do realize, however, that you do not have the spirit necessary to handle material. Compton does, however. You can sense across the barrier with spirit 1, but not move across it."
OOC> Penny says "Right. Which is why he's in here with me. Ethernaut."
OOC> Compton bristles with helpfulness.
OOC> Escalus says "Allright, with you working together, Penny, you can add 1 auto success to each roll that Compton makes. This will be a difficulty 6 arete roll. Would you like to spend quint or willpower, and will you make it an extended roll?"
OOC> Penny says "Yes."
OOC> Compton does too, to be helpful, and because he never rolls well. :P
OOC> Escalus says "Penny, you are not actually rolling, so you cannot spend WP. Sorry."
OOC> Penny says "Rats!"
OOC> Escalus says "Okay, Compton, you have two auto successes. Roll vs. diff. 6."
//.etro: Compton rolls "arete" at diff 6
For a total of 0 success(es).
OOC> Escalus says "You have two successes."
OOC> Compton gets down to biz now. Sorry.
OOC> Escalus says "You can draw, with that, some spirit stuff into this room."
//.etro: Escalus rolls "6" at diff 8
For a botch!
Compton lowers the goggles over his eyes as he realizes what Penny is up to by the glyphics she's scrawled around the door. Standing firmly in front of the prepared portal he opens the door and gazes beyond.

Flick of the wrist, Penny opens the door. Only it's no longer the sty of the Holiday Inn. Instead it's perennial twilight out there in the OtherSpace. "Okay, now don't go too far. There's something out there - looks like brick only not. Get it, bring it back."

OOC> Escalus says "Where did you get the idea that they woudl be bricks?"
OOC> Penny says "Makin'it up."
OOC> Escalus says "'Kay! :D"
OOC> Penny :)

Penny is totally unconvincing - she doesn't sound like she knows what she's talking about but she's into it. She's enthusiastic. She's psyched it worked.

So what're we looking at - what do we see?

"Penny. Go in to the bag (the one he brought in with him, that everyone hadn't noticed until now), and pass me the gloves." Compton instructs quickly.

The brick sits quiescent in the umbra, since both of you can see it.

The gloves in question being an old pair of hockey gloves, that have several meters of sterio wire wrapped around the fingers and wrists, where they meet a couple of 9V batteries duct taped around the KOHO logos at the arm band.

Penny yanks them out of the sack, nose turned up "You gotta dead rat in there? Shit man, supposed to air this stuff out before you put it away. Here.." hands them over without another comment.

The block is still unmoving. Just spirit matter floating where you put it.

Compton reaches back, and picks at the seat of his pants, adjusting a wedgie apparently, before taking the gloves and putting the two of them on. The first one goes on easy, the second one not-so as he had to negotiate it with the other glove. The he steps forward and reaches in to Otherspace with both hands, as if plucking a loaf from the oven.

Compton reaches back, and picks at the seat of his pants, adjusting a wedgie apparently, before taking the gloves and putting the two of them on. The first one goes on easy, the second one not-so as he had to negotiate it with the other glove. The he steps forward and reaches in to Otherspace with both hands, as if plucking a loaf from the oven.

The spirit-stuff is soft and spongy to the touch, just as you expect it would be.

Penny waits there like a kid looking for cookies. "Hurry up with that. Don't want anything sneakin'.. " Penny on the lookout. She's watching everything. "Come on already."

Compton steps back now, in his gloved hands the etherical tofu cube.

Penny tilts her head, staring. She slams the door fast and starts scrubbing at the writing on the frame with a toothbrush. Toothpaste smell festers in the air; minty fresh.

Compton stands there, blast goggles still on and his industiral oven mits and says, "Um, where d'ya want it?" and turns to put 'it' down on the edge of the tub, to those not seeing in to the other realm, it just looks as if he'd doing some weird-ass mime routine.

You say, "What's it feel like?" She scrubs harder, moving the ink, destroying the link. "In there, in there. Put it there," looking over her shoulder at the tub. "Is it alive?"

Alive? That is an interesting question. As Penny destroys the link you can take the stuff and putt in where you want in your spirit world. It just moves there.

Compton says, "I dunno... what's alive feel like?" Compton asks, and knowing him it would prolly mean a strippers boob pressed up again his face, in fact except for the shape, that's kinda what if eeels like it dawn on him, "Like a square tit." is his final summarization of the experience."

The spirit stuff is rather pliable. Kinda like a thick play-doh.

Penny grabs a washcloth and wipes down the doorway til it's back to white. She looks down at her own and fingers the edge of her shirt "That's what came out of that Thing, made the screaming. It's not a *boob*, you boob. I.." squinting at it, or the space where it is, "..wonder. You remember that time we were in Jesse's place and he was talkin'some garbage about things taking their own form?"

Compton says, "I know it's not a boob, I said it felt like one."

Compton pulls off the gloves and pushes the goggles back up on to his forhead, looking back at Penny, "Um, huh?" is his brillant response to her Jesse inquiry.

"Well look at it. That's not how it started out, is it? Nothing natural about it," Penny, leaping to conclusion, sits on the edge of the tub leaving the toilet, seat and lid down, for Compton to sit on. "What is it... is it 'the word made flesh'? Fuck, Daze's never around .. "
Then, "Gimme a cigarette."

Escalus has disconnected.
Escalus has connected.

OOC> Escalus says "Sorry about that."
OOC> Compton says "Sokie. I got a shower in at least. :D"
OOC> Escalus had to disconnect because a patron came in. What were you doing?
OOC> Compton says "No poses since you left. Penny and me are throwing out ideas as to whay our new found spirit thingy pet is."
OOC> Escalus says "I will allow a int + occult roll, diff. 8."
OOC> Penny says "ugh. BACK!"
OOC> Penny's machine crashed like three times.

Compton frowns and just nods along to your stream of counsiousness, and offers a useless, "I don't know" here and there, before scowling at Penny, "You know... Sooner of later one of you kids will realize, I don't smoke, until that time let me give you a hint..." then his eyes unfocus a bit and he stares off in tot he void as his brain tries to grunt out a thought....

//.etro: Compton rolls "intelligence+occult" at diff 8
For a total of 0 success(es).
No entry for '+roll'.
OOC> Penny says "Me next?"
...and comes up with jack shit, as usual.
OOC> Escalus says "Yep."
//.etro: Penny rolls "intelligence + occult" at diff 8
For a total of 3 success(es) including 2 ten(s).

Penny remembers that spirit ephemera is essentially nothing until it gains a sort of resonance depending on what happens in the materials world around it. For example, a church that stood on a spot for 150 years gains a certain degree of reality in the spirit world, one that can continue after the material church is destroyed. Right?

"Old man," a whine, a warning. "It's not for me, I mean if I could just ask one'a them it'd be easier than staring at this thing all day." But that's what she does. Penny stares this way, that way. She looks up, she looks down; fixated on some central point of origin.

OOC> Escalus says "You follow me so far?"
OOC> Penny follows.
OOC> Compton does.
OOC> Compton isn't quite as thick as his IC persona :P

Sentient spirits are products of millenia of that sort of spirit-material collusion. For example, lunes are spirits made by the connection between the material moon and the real moon, which is very potent in the mind and spirit of man.

This stuff is most probably spirit ephemera rendered neutral. The interaction between a material object and its spiritual counterpart has been removed, and the "imprint" of the soul's relationship between spiritual and material has been erased.

Compton frowns, grumbles and hauls his ass off the can and shuffles off out in to the rest of the room. The sounds of rummaging and things crashing to the floor can be heard as he ruthlessly looks for tobacco products. After a long quiet moment, he calls back, "And it wouldn't because you happened to be out of them, right?".

"No, not at all," looking at the walls.
"Oh."
"God."
"That's why they were screaming."

Penny bends over a little to poke at what she can't touch, unable to interact with it, her fingers drift slowly across the empty tub. "It's ..it's clay. You know what this is old man? it's a fucking hard drive. It's a big block of memoryspace," she shivers and gets off the tub, goes to meet Compton halfway "it's empty. That's why they were screaming. All torn apart. Peter Pan and his shadow," making some kind of corollation she takes the cigarette from him and lights up on her own, matches tucked back into her pocket "You think I'd make a good Wendy?"

Compton tosses the pack he found back over by Keene's notebook. "OKay... well, I guess the next question is, why?"

Compton doesn't seem particularly upset by this. His connection to the spirit world having always eebn one of utility and not, um, spirit. He then guffaws, "Hee, Wendy."

Penny smirks a little, the hotel sewing kit in plain sight on the bathroom counter. "Obviously they're bent on getting something rooted in there good and proper. Solid-like. Stealing material like that, god. It's sick. Sick. There's gotta be karma for shit like that... "

Compton grabs the bag, and collects the gloves from the edge of the tub where he left them. Putting them in to the bag he gazes at the 'empty' tub and shrugs. "They're making a building from ectoplasim?" he asks trying to clairfy what you're babbling about.

Penny bobs her head back and forth, a veering nod "Kinda sorta, yeah. They're building something but they're doing it on a festering node. I dunno," waving a pattern of smoke around her face, leaning on the wall outside the bathroom "Something just isn't right. I mean that material BELONGS to something other than whatever new purpose they're trying to make it serve. Wouldn't wanna be around when it tries to repossess itself." She drags long and slow ".. not me, man. They're crazy."

Compton sratched at his forhead, thinking. Getting marks for effort, if not results on this one, "Right..." he says, "BUt They don't just do things for kicks like that. They doing it for a reason... Okay, so they got a sick node. And now they have a lot of blank ectoplasma. Either they are trying to make corrupted ephemera or a clean node." Points at the empty tub, "Ya think they're using this stuff as sponges?"

You say, "Sponges," repeats the word, musing "there's easier, less destructive ways of getting a spill cleaned up. If you had heard what I heard?" a hurting, a wincing lilt in the exhale "Maybe if we can get our hands on all this stuff first we can get it sorted. Think we should? Isn't creating a problem to fix a problem a problem in and of itself?"

Compton says, "I guess the next question is: How much of this stuff have they made?"

Penny walks across the room and opens the window, letting the air circulate back into the room. "I'm thinking a lot. Which means there's a lot of displaced information somewhere else." She ashes on the windowsill and leans there, kicking off her shoes. "Probably on that ship. Where the fuck did it go?"

Compton pads over to the far bed, and does the little hop-up flop-down on the bed. The coil protesting loudly. <> "Well... where did it come from? You're the one that saw it come in." Compton says, "And further more, what use would they have keeping the... 'other halfs' if this ectoplasm is all they wanted...If I were them I'd just dump it."

You say, "Deep space," she ashes again into the sill and presses her palm down for balance, balast. Her other boot comes off, focused inward a little "..but where do you dump something like that? Way the fuck out there, that's where. It's not like orange peels - the identity of a spirit can't just disintegrate."

"That's not what Daze said." Compton counters. "She said old spirits are fading away all the time. The Easter Bunny for example... but then she's usually full fo shit anyways. But assuming what she said is right, then dumping it somewhere would work as eventually it'd just fade... Unless they're reprocessing the other halves too... Hell, could even be using them for fuel." That last point can out far more erie than he meant.

Keene has connected.
You say, "She thinks they fade outta unbelief - old gods, the Mithras cults, things like out. Fade outta disuse. But .. that's not what I meant. I'm saying they've still got some .." pinching her fingers, sliding them together "consistancy. That' block," nodding toward the bathrooom "that's proof. One can exist without the other but we don't know for how long and what the longterm effects are. Like I said.."

Compton tucks his thick arms under his head as an added pillow and gazes at the ceiling, "What did you say?" he asks distractedly.

Penny keeps rubbing her fingers against her thumb, laughing quietly to herself. In the grip of it, pin-points for eyes, Penny hasn't seen Keene come in. Penny is unaware. "I said I wouldn't wanna be there for the happy reunion of spirit'n blocky. Listen, we should definitely go back and get more. They're fucking with my bread and butter here."

"It'd be easier with some help." the big guy admits, "Will take a while to grab each one by hand. Could make a ecto-magnet or somthing. Just suck it all here in one go... But I thought you said you don wanna be around where the two rejoin, and won't you be if we fill the bathroom with it?"

There's a long silence. The ash on her cigarette burns down to the filter, singes her out of whatever reverie.

"You have a point."

"Maybe we can hide it on them. Put it somewhere they can't find it. They're playing dirty, is what, and I don't like it. Shouldn't be this easy for them. Why the fuck is it so easy for them?"

Compton snorts "Should dump it in the realm. Let those fuckholes actually do somthing useful for once."

"Fuckholes." Says something quietly, underneath the bed.

Penny stops moving altogether, filter falling from her hand.

"I.thought.you.said.it.was.in.the.fucking.closet."

Penny looks about ready to jump out the window.
Compton is grinning now, "I never said anything actually.... Mornin Dave." Compton says out in to the room.

"I fucking hate you, I hate you I HATE you old man." She gets up in the windowsill, inching her hand down the wall to grab one of her boots. Paranoid, she does it fast and holds it close to her chin "Don't you let it near me. You hear, Dave? You leave me alone. I'm in no fucking mood."

Compton props hismself up on one elbow and looks on incrediously. He's seen Penny in most her moods. Even freaked out,but this is just bizzare, "What's the problem?"

Penny tucks the boot behind her and grabs the other one. Her eyes are narrowed, a dizziness overtakng her sense of center, Penny starts to keel off the sill. Wait. No. She's stepping down into the boot. She's grabbing the other one and putting it on "Dave. Don't come out Dave. I'm leaving. You hear me? Don't come out or I'll be forced to do something." All this said as she edges toward the door to the room.

Compton swings his legs off the bed and hunches down looking under it, "What's the big deal Pens? It's just a monkey..." he says in all ingnorance, as he sticks his hand underneight the bed to look for the lil guy.... <> Yeow!" Compton screams, "Fucker bit me!" as he sits back holding his tender mit.

Penny murmurs "Fucking monkey," on her way out.

Nothing to see here, move along...

Downtown - Parliament and Wellesley E(#179RJ)

Sitting on the edge of Cabbagetown, the homes here are nearly as old as those just south of here. However, the residents themselves are a little poorer. The old townhouses crunch together along the street, their dark-brown paint jobs chipping away to reveal the weakening wooden panels beneath. One-way streets become the norm here as well, creating no end of traffic problems. Residents park on the roadside since the homes here rarely have driveways. Small variety stores, grocery stores, hair-care salons and restaurants are all common here, all within easy walking distance of the residents of this area. With clean sidewalks, freshly paved roads and the newly added plants to create a comfortable air.

Contents:
Laurie
Obvious exits:
Corso's Books The Dubliner Pub West North South

Laurie comes out of a corner market, holding a bag of groceries in each hand.

...and Penny's walking up the block, piece of flimsy yellow paper in her hand. It's the kind of paper that rustles in a weak wind. Black or red print in numerous lines - phonebook paper. It's slow going for her, switched to decaf, half-lidded. She shields herself from the rain, the incessant and badgering rain, inside a few doorways always looking from paper to storefronts. Paper address. Physical address. Paper.

Laurie says "It's raining? O.o D'oh."

Laurie heads down the sidewalk, grumbling at the weather. She steps aside for teh woman with the coffee. Mmmm... coffee. Note to self. Get coffee.
Laurie read your description.

The paper is getting wet, no way around it; the weather's way too foul to keep anything dry. Penny realizes this and makes-do, flattens the paper to the nearest wall and squints at it. Looks up over her shoulder at the numbers on the door, rain washing over her face from the ill-tempered awning; it shakes and bucks, shimmies and rattles its grommets - a flagpole sound. The paper leaves her grip, pulled with wet and brutal efficiency by the wind. Suddenly empty-handed, Penny falters. Which way does she go now?

Laurie approaches Penny, looking around confused. "You okay?" she asks, adjusting her grip on the plastic bags.

"I was looking for a salon. Ladynails," she explains carefully in drawn out words, the last syllable lifted upwards in questioning "that around here? I had an early appointment." Penny positions herself back into the doorway of a closed shop, serves as a kind of umbrella.

Laurie says, "Oh, yeah. It's just on the next block... Go down to the stoplight, here, and turn left..."
Laurie gestures with one hand, towards the other end of the street.

"Kay thanks," Penny moves on faster than other people. She's got somewhere to be; a path, a plan, a course of action.

**Went out and found some more work for us. Don't get to kill anything, but have an IC excuse to rough up a Wraith called Tia Sharpe. Could tie in with the Mary plot... Also go to mouth off Connelly. Generally got ignored. Funny how timid the RP can be if you come on strong.**

You walk out of the cave, your eyes adjusting to the bright sunlight. Entering the grasses of the field, you walk for a ways, until you have reached the highest peak.
Rolling Fields

It's a gorgeous sight, even in the dark of night, the brilliant yellows and greens of tall grasses waving in the chill wind, rolling hills stretching off as far as the eye can see. Pure, white stars shine in the breaks of the thick, dark cloud cover above, bringing a mild, yet still chilled, warmth to the vast expanse of land.
As you reach the peak of one of the highest hills, you are able to survey the land as the scent of life washes over you. Almost ninety degrees from the hill with the huge, gaping hole, and far off into the distance there is a massive forest, several deer darting into the trees as you spot it, as if sensing your discerning eye. Immediately opposite it is a large body of water, from which the cave stream flows. Ninety degrees from it, directly opposite the cavern entrance, there rest the ruins of a large stone complex, resting atop another hill, one lone tower being all that remains of the once-majestic structure.
A little off to the northeast (assuming the ruins are north), a small, metallic-bowl structure sits. Long tethers sometimes stretch into the sky from beyond it, connecting to a marvelous airship docked above the bowl. The slender curves and high-tech metals used on the small building are a stark contrast to the ruins just fifty yards away, and it easily gives away who is responsible for such a building.

<< NIGHTZONE >>

Contents:
Standingwater
Cally
Viktor
Paksenarrion
Connelly
Obvious exits:
Novus Valnastium The Living Forest Clear Lake Hole in the Hill High-Tech Workshop
Compton tromps out of the cave. His pants all soggy and sodden from his inter-dimensional splunkering to get here. As always, he looks right pissed off having to do it.

Connelly smiles and shakes her head, smirking a little.."So..Viktor...did you go on the rescue mission? I mean..no-one has told me exactly who all went.."

Viktor leans his head to the side so Connelly can see him past Cally and says, "Yeah. It was very interesting... It reminded me very much of a strange science fiction movie. I regret I could not do much, but
I helped transport our party through the natural diasters of the shaken Realm."

Cally looks to Viktor and smiles.. "I'd like that too,.. she walks over to the note Standingwater wrote and hmms.. "what sort of Expert you looking for?

Standingwater hitches his pack up a little on his shoulder. "Can you track down a dead chick? Maybe make her hold still while I put an arrow through her heart?"

Cally hmms.. "dunno if I can, but.. I's sure like to try and be assistance./. this been oked with Jonah? the removal of tia I mean?

Compton flattens a path of grass with his loafers as me marches his way down the hill. A direct line from the 'hole' to the gathering being made.

Standingwater spits to one side before he replies. "I really don't care what El Queso Grande wants. I'm answering to a higher power here. Though I'm sure he'll approve since the Spirit Council met with him about it."

Connelly frowns, and looks at Standinwater.."Standingwater....Why don't you go ask a Euthanatos? They deal with the dead all the time..."

Cally looks at Viktor.. "how about it? Want to join us on this?

Compton stops short of barreling in to anyone, but his bristling demeanor and direct approach leave little to guess as to why he's come. "Got the message." he states blankly, obviously only intended for one person. "My cabal specializes in controlling or eradicating what you seek." he says in his gravelly voice. He's practiced this opening.

Viktor looks between the big group and then finally, back at Cally... How can he resist? He looks to Standingwater and says, "Tracing, tracking, and finding, are my specialty, but I'm afraid I know nothing about the spirits 'ere what my library can tell me. If I work with someone, I could indeed track her, and possibly slow her, or stop her with the power of forces."

Standingwater pinches the bridge of his considerable nose. "Where was all this help when I needed it to deal with that spider beast? Which is still at large and likely babbling our secrets, by the way." Nose pinching done, he eyes Compton. "And you are...?"

Cally smiles.. "well I'm not quite an adept on the paranormal world but.. I do have more then a slight knowledge.. " she looks up at Standingwater. "so how about it? Can you use us?

"I, er, Compton... Invisible College." Compton falters a little, having run out of his predetermined lines, "Keene, as usual is... busy."

Standingwater pinches the bridge of his nose again and mutters darkly under his breath in one of the dozen or so languages he speaks that no one here is likely to know. What was that all about?

Connelly frowns at Compton,"I thought the Invisible College specialized in causing car accidents?

Cally shrugs at the foreign tongue.. of course to her even french is foreign.. "so how about it? Can you use us?

Viktor stifles a chuckle at Connelly's comment and studies the newcomer for a moment. He then looks at

Cally and smiles, seeming happy that shes a persistent gal. He stands closer to her and whispers something to her.

Viktor whispers to Cally.

Compton shifts his gaze sideways at Connelly and stiffens more, "Shuddup bitch." he says with all the grace of someone verbally sparring with a baseball bat.

Standingwater gets this pained expression, which he mostly wipes away with a longsuffering sigh. "Any help will do. There's no grand plan. If you can find her, find her. Grab me by the hair and drag me off to where she is. I'll put this arrow through her and go back to my life of leisure."

"This all pro-bono?" Compton asks, already assuming the answer.

Paksenarrion coughs and looks at Compton as he comments to Connelly, "Beg pardon?"

Connelly frowns,"Paksen...let it go...when they get shot up or something...I will just let them treat themselves..By the way..which of them went with you to Doisettep?

Cally uhms.,. "find her.. well I may need some assistance. I mean I barely know the story
Viktor nods. He looks between everyone and says to Standingwater. "If I have someone that can locate spirits, then finding a way past our unique focis, we might stand a chance of locating the ghost. Is there anything else about her as far as looks or personality or anything that might help us locate her?"

Standingwater shakes his head. "Not a clue. She's dead. She's the daughter of a Marauder. Her name is Tia Sharpe. Maybe Abel can tell you more. He met her."

"All you need is the name... A spook is just a spirit... that's all you need." Compton explains in an impatient deadpan.

Paksenarrion makes a face and settles back into a sitting position

Cally looks at Paksen.. "what do you think? think we can do this?

Connelly looks at Paksen quietly...not looking like she likes what is being talked about....

Viktor looks at Standingwater quizically all of sudden. "So what exactly happens when the chair is sat on again? I think you failed to mention that."

Paksenarrion glances over towards Cally, "Do what exactly? You'll forgive me but I was a little distracted at the time."

Standingwater spreads his arms to indicate the realm around him. "All this goes bye-bye. Big boom. Then nothing."

Compton, after many silent moments watching the group in seemingly quiet reflection or murmuring private conversations pipes up with, "Right then. Spook on a stick. We'll be in touch." and turns to lumber back up the hill. Obviously places he'd much rather be, most likely involving a beer and naked jiggling flesh.

Cally says, "well? you wanna help us find Jamaia's spook?" she turns to Jamaia.. "By the way, how she die anyway?""

Viktor pages: what a perverted old hipster...

Standingwater shrugs helplessly, "I haven't had a chance to ask her."

Connelly frowns.."I know someone who could maybe help you, Standingwater...."

You have just received a +recc from Viktor.

Who +recc'd you When Why
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Viktor Tue Apr 15 For mini-intro and an insight into /what/
the Invisible College does

Paksenarrion shakes her head, "I don't think I would be much help in that endevour.."

Standingwater scowls at the sky. "At this point I wouldn't care if the guy with the most iron teeth and plastic bones helps. I just want to get this job done so I can go back to the forest where I belong."
Viktor mutters something along the lines of, "I'll get started right away in that case..."

Connelly nods..."Standingwater..do you know a local artist named Mary? She...sees ghosts...."

Compton huffs his way up the hill, his form growing smaller in the distance, but that gaudy shirt keeping him well within eyeshot if one cares to look. Q: Where does one even find things like that to wear any more? A: The Toronto enigma, Value Village.

Heading down the hill and up the other, you enter the cavern's dark entrance.

Imogen pages: Sorry to disturb you, I wanted to include you into the scene I'm about to run here. but YOu're in a building. This has to occur on the street.
You paged Imogen with 'I am?'.
Waterfront - Yonge and Queens Quay(#1102RJ)

OOC Imogen waves
OOC Penny waves

Imogen pages: I know some of this will be some OOC info, but here's what's happened from me thusfar
Imogen pages: The dismal rain begins to fall from the sky as twilight approaches the city. Within the Shadowlands the terrain is even more bleak as it's tainted with the effects of Oblivion. Through the streets, dreary looking Quick travel as through burdened by the weight of the world on their backs.

The occasional car passes down the road, when a loud banging sound is heard and echoes through the Shadowlands from somewhere just around the corner.

Imogen pages: I believe I will have to page you with what you see, I regret the inconvenience. :( I will soon create a command that will make all this flow more easily.)

Imogen pages: The effects of what's about to occur will happen in the Skinlands
You paged Imogen with 'Ah!'.
Long distance to Imogen: Penny sits tight, then.
Imogen pages: Any chance you saw that last pose?
You paged Imogen with 'Nope.'.

Imogen pages: The twilight air of Toronto heralds with it a light rain. The city street is mostly vacant except the occasional passing car. One such vehicle begins to come near the intersection in which you stand. The driver looks awake, but exhausted from a typical day at work.

You paged Imogen with 'Should I pose outloud or to you..'.
Imogen pages: Please pose outloud. If you want to do anything 'special' during this scene, just page that info to me

No umbrella, no raincoat. That's some plan of action Penny's got. She looks at the sky with some misgiving and slouches her way toward a nearby overhang. But the doors keep opening and people keep edging her out of the way. She tries to light up a few times, moves into a doorframe with a 'FERME' sign flipped. Pressing back into it, she strikes a match and watches the people start to scatter off; catching buses, hailing cabs and pooling themselves into the subways.

Imogen pages: Mere seconds later, the vehicle is lurched into chaos. The driver flings his arms around wildly as though suffering horrible hallucinations or just basically 'freaking out'. The tires squeal and the car arches hard off the street proper to barrel down the sidewalk. 4 Pedestrians who turn startled by the sound shriek in terror as the car rolls quickly towards them.

Long distance to Imogen: Penny has a rote she'd like to use. Simple: smoke signal - she breathes out the enochian word for 'Over here' and spirits in the penumbra talk to her, tell her what's going on.
Imogen pages: Ok, what spirit will you attempt to contact? What animal?
You paged Imogen with 'Any, really. It's not a totem kinda thing. She's just putting it out there that she's watching and wants to know what's happening.'.
Imogen pages: I believe it's an Arete roll vs 6.
Long distance to Imogen: Penny nods.
//.etro: Penny rolls "arete" privately to Imogen at diff 6.
For a total of 3 success(es).

Imogen pages: Some of the people are too slow, and they are caught under the wheels of the out of control car and it's lunatic driver. Moments after running down 2 of them the car collides with a light pole standing near to the road. The red spray of crimson mist splatters along the windshield and steering wheel. Cries announce from those nearby and some of the patrons of nearby establishments rush out from the noise to find out what's going on.

Imogen pages: The spirit detects nothing unnatural going on nearby. If anything is going on, it's within a realm that the spirit cannot sense.
You paged Imogen with 'Excellent.'.

Penny drags hard, exhales harder and keeps frozen inside the doorway. It's true what they say about carwrecks - you just can't turn away. Her gaze travels from the mowed down people to the car to the lightpole. Caught there, she yells at people emerging from doors and windows, presumably with a lot of other voices "Don't! That's a live wire! Get back!" murmuring to herself something mean and subtle about dumb frogs, lurching from the recess suddenly to turn to those nearby "GET BACK."

Imogen pages: Individuals are smart, but peoplethey're stupid. Luckily the morbid nature of most of the population tends to make them all observers rather than to actually get involved when something horrific is occurring around them. So most just circle around the car gawking at the pleasant red color trickling down the car's glass. Some raise their hands to cover their mouths but at least one of them has the common sense to grab a phone.

OOC Imogen says "Pending on Penny, I believe"
Takoda arrives from the north.
Takoda has arrived.

Penny looks at her phone once, then up to the accident and tucks it back to that inner pocket of her jacket. Who would she call? She looks out at the crowd again and shuffles people behind her with an assertiveness of an old hand; crowd control doesn't come naturally but who'll argue with a shaved woman? That's right - not these nice, normal people. Herded away, some cry at the horror and happenstance of it all. When questioned later some may say "He just came out of nowhere," and "I was just leaving work" - they rehearse these things among themselves as Penny leaves them, against better judgement, to get a better look at the plates of the car. Or something.

//.etro: Imogen rolls "4" at diff 6
For a total of 3 success(es).

Lights. Red and Blue and White and Yellow: That's the first thing that comes to view. And then a Forest green SUV comes barrelling down the road, slowing as it approaches what looks to be... Well, a mess. Slowing down, so as not to hurt another pedestrian, the SUV, with the White Stenciled letters, 'Parn Warden' stops a number of yards from the actual accident. The vehicle is turned off, but the lights remain flashing, and out steps Takoda. "Fuck." He mutters to himself, before he states, while exiting the car, over the Dispatch channel, "This is officer Wanikiya arriving on scene, requesting immediate Emergancy aid and backup. We've got a crowd."

//.etro: Imogen rolls "3" at diff 5
For a total of 1 success(es).

EMS Units sound their sirens down the street. The echo of the wail reverberates through the buildings accompanied shortly afterwards by the police.

Well of course there's a crowd.
It's rush hour, there's dead people on the pavement and no cops in sight .. except the park ranger.

Penny looks around for other gawkers to blend with, catches the tail end of some Eaton Center shopper-crowd and walks with them. She talks quietly with one of the tourists, pointing at her camera. The pantomime under the noise could be read a few ways; either she wants Penny to take a picture of her or is giving the camera to Penny.

Takoda finishes his statement, before he jogs over to the first of the downed pedestrians. "Everybody please stay back." He shouts, as people draw closer, and he bends down to check the person's pulse. His movements belay a certain grace, a comfort in his own body that few people manage to achieve. Any sign of authority is 'something' and the flashing lights of his SUV appear to give Takoda some authority. Most of the pedestrians move back, but remain within eyeshot.

The order in the area is, of course, objective. Any kind of Canadian crowd'll have it's hecklers and it's shriekers; it's weeping and its morbidly curious. In this burgeoning, Penny focuses the polaroid on the car, snaps off one shot, then hands it back to the sweaty-palmed tourist with another brief exchange. Thank-yous, some might opine and be right. She pockets the picture before it develops and edges around the crowd. The question on everyone's lips is "Is the driver still alive?"

//.etro: Jeff rolls for Initiative: wits + dex + 1d10 -> 11
Tex arrives from the north.
Tex has arrived.
//.etro: Imogen rolls "8" at diff 6
For a total of 1 success(es).

More sirens wail in the distance, but one squad car screeches to a sudden halt as it approaches the scene. The crowd of onlookers earns a scowl from Tex, as he steps from his awkwardly parked car. He approaches the wrecked vehicle and the crowd, taking his badge out, and tucking it in his coat pocket to identify him as a officer.

OOC Penny says "It's Takoda's pose, yeah?"
OOC Takoda says "Yes, I was waiting on something.:)"
//.etro: Imogen rolls "2" at diff 6
For a total of 1 success(es) including 1 ten(s).



Tom has arrived.
Tom goes back IC.

Takoda steps up from the first person on the sidewalk, seeming to be content with the heartbeat of that individual. The second one gets a glance, as the woman moans. "Don't worry Ma'am, EMT's are on their way." He says closer to her, bending down for a moment to examine her, before he finally moves to the car. He whips out a flashlight, and shines it inside to take another quick one over, reaching inside to place his fingers on the driver's neck. Again, he nods, and steps back, glancing over as Tex arrives, speaking into his walkie-talkie on his shoulder. "This is officer Wanikiya, I have two wounded, another critically. Please send additional EMT assistance."

Wool coat tossed loosely over his shoulders, Tom seems to be exiting from the Liquor Store, a little unawares of the whole situation. Perhaps a slight fog - narcotic or alcoholic or just the moisture in the air acting on his sinuses - acts on his senses. Regardless, he looks slightly dazed by the scene of disorder that confronts him once he's exited the store. In a mild state of shock, he hefts up the brown paper bag full of clanking beer bottles he has gathered into one arm. Numbly, he wanders a half-circle, eyes not failing to notice the spray of blood across the front windshield. Mouth half-opens, releases a semi-conscious, "Jesus... fucking... downright awful."

Tex peers at the vehicle, to see if he can spot any gas leaking from vehicle. Fluids are everywhere...no telling if petrol is involved. Turning to the crowd of onlookers, who carefully approach the accident scene. "Get back!" he barks to the people, stalking towards them like a predator. "Get the hell back!" he barks again. His attitude and tone of voice suggest he'll brook no mischief from anyone.

Penny keeps looking up, waiting for the damaged light pole to fall. Penny, pending doom. She drops back another few feet, bumping into people when the officer raises his voice. She keeps her head down, reaching behind her neck, tugging out the hooded part to cover up. "Is he? Did they say?" someone on a cellphone keeps asking Penny - like she's some authority on who lives and dies in the street. "Look, I dunno. Ask that guy, he's the cop yeah?" nodding over to Tex.

Takoda read your description.

Takoda looks over to Tex, nodding to the man in gratitude, before he leans back down again, into the car. "Sir, sir, can you hear me? Emergancy services are on their way sir, you're gonna be alright..." He meanwhile shines his flashlight around inside the car, looking for any passangers, or any signs of mischief.

The driver appears to have lost consciousness. Trauma to the head from impact with the Steering wheel then the glass Obviously not wearing his seat belt correctly.

As Tex barks at the crowd, Tom dutifully withdraws. Either shame or common sense (or, perhaps, both) prevails in getting him to take his eyes away from the whole reprehensible, compelling, disheartening scene. He paces the outskirts of the crowd, hugging foreign beers to his chest, scanning the faces of his fellow onlookers, eyes burning, alight; a penetrating gaze.

Tex reaches into his pocket, and produces a set of car keys. "Don't get any closer!" he tells the crowd in a gravel-scratch voice. He runs to the trunk of his car, and opens it. He rummages around inside, and produces a duffel kit, and the typical roll of yellow tape. He runs back to the crowd to ensure that his orders were complied with. "Officer, don't let that guys head move. Keep tabs on his pulse." he asks the man. He drops the duffel bag, and finds a mailbox to tie some tape off too. "And get a E.T.A. on our medical." he says. He has a feeling that the driver dosen't have very long.

The lights of the Ambulance herald in the EMS. It's approach is slow, yes but here it is. Once it grinds to a halt 3 Emergency technicians exit carrying their gurney and move quickly to the site of the crash.

"Gotchya." Takoda states, making sure to make no sudden movements near the man's head. It's rather obvious he isn't quite used to this sort of situation, but seems to be handling it just fine. "ETA is any minute..." His voice trails off as the ambulance arrives. When the EMT's begin to head over, he steps back from the vehicle, glancing down at his bloodied hand, from checking the driver's pulse.

Penny turns a shoulder to the scene when the ambulance finally arrives, its sirens heralding help. Seems to be an effective way to get people moving again, restoring order to the momentarily paralysis of the commuting public. She shudders, touching her way through the pedestrians, kindling side-to-side glances; who touched me? what was that? was that you? No it wasn't; just Penny in wake, shaking out the polaroid.

Imogen pages: That still will be probably worth some money with the local newspaper. :)
Imogen pages: still=photo, whatever. :)
Long distance to Imogen: Penny images it would be. What's it show us?
Imogen pages: When did you take it?
Long distance to Imogen: Penny scrolls up.
You paged Imogen with 'Right before Jeff's roll. And exactly before Tex arrived.'.


Jaw squared off, Tom's pale eyes twist away from the crowd. There's something in the reflections on their eyes he doesn't like to look at. The blood - or maybe the strange, gaping sort of hunger. If not for blood, than for information, than for a story to watch. A generation of people grown up on car chases and wrecks in the movies now avidly consuming real life as though it were entertainment. As though it were sold to them, and they were buying. An easy walk carries him away from the scene, towards his car, parked an alarmingly close distance away. Moistening his dry bottom lip, he struggles to keep his legs still, keep the tremble out until he's safe in his car and on the road.

One Emergency care technician exits the van and moves to Tex to find out the details of the situation. The 3 that exited earlier divide and each attends one of the fallen victims of the accident. One to each person that was run over, then another to the driver. Once there he says to Takoda, "Thank you sir, I have it from here."

A yellow barricade of tape is erected slowly, with room left for EMT's to do their job. Tex runs the tape along his own pre-set path, moving pedestrians and traffic out of his way rather roughly, if they do not comply. A few zig-zags later, he ties off the tape and a established accident scene is created. That being done, he lets the EMTs do thier job, and he can really begin his. A notepad and pencil are pulled from his coat. "Who can tell me what happened here? Did anyone see the accident?" he barks out to the crowd of onlookers. Someone here saw what happened, he's sure.

Takoda seems again, relieved that the EMT has taken over. He steps back from the car, clicking his flashlight off, slipping it into a small clot on his belt. Clicking the pouch closed, he glances about once more, before he heads slowly towards his SUV, parked just outside of the Police yellow tape. his Red and blue flashing lights still do their thing, and he leans into the open driver's side door to remove a small white metal box. Opening it, he pull sout some sterile towels, and a bottle of disinfectant, and goes to work on his hand.

Imogen pages: Lets see, within the SKinlands you coudl have gotten a picture
of whatever you like. :) Should anything 'special' be done with the photo so see other realms I've noted what would be on the still.

//.etro: Imogen rolls "8" at diff 4
For a total of 7 success(es) including 2 ten(s).
//.etro: Imogen rolls "1" at diff 2
For a total of 1 success(es).

You paged Imogen with ''nother roll maybe?'.
Imogen pages: Sure thing if you like.

//.etro: Arlen rolls for Initiative: wits + dex + 1d10 -> 11

//.etro: Imogen rolls "1" at diff 6
For a total of 0 success(es).
//.etro: Arlen rolls "strength + 3" at diff 6
For a total of 3 success(es).
//.etro: Imogen rolls "7" at diff 6
For a total of 3 success(es).

Order is established, or at least to the satisfaction of Tex. He starts taking statments from the witnesses to the accident. The EMT is privy to what's being said, to avoid any confusion. And to save Tex the time of having to re-tell the same story.

Imogen pages: Anything for me?

With the beer secure in the passenger seat, Tom pulls on his safety belt. Makes sure the damn thing is extra tight, adjusted correctly, his seat isn't loose, the steering column is tilted to best prevent injury... once he's satisified that his mirrors are in a state of relative symmetry, he starts the car and begins to pull away. Pressing the play button on his CD player, he tries to sink into the relaxing sounds of a Phil Collins CD that came with the car. As he mouths the words to Su-su-sudio, he does his best to put the whole awful event out of mind.

Novus Valnastium -- Council Chamber.

This room is mostly empty, even more vast in some ways than the hall outside. Only three things mar its granite perfection; a perfect marble table at the head of the room with nine chairs, each marked with a single Sphere glyph, a perfectly inscribed Certamen circle in the center of the room, and perhaps forty seats at the back of the room, for observers and audience. A single door to the left glows a soft gold.

The great marble table seems designed with the center chair in mind. Polished and pristine, the table stands as if it had stood here for an eternity, perfectly circular save the path which leads from between the Seat of Entropy and the Seat of Prime to the new Seat, it's unknown symbol shining a warm golden hue.

<< +views and places here >>

Contents:
Alexandre
Rhiamon
Aaron
Jonah
Obvious exits:
Left Door Out

Alexandre nods, "I left it in the Covenant Library, with Agnetta, for safe-keeping, though I'm sure that Jane has secured it." He smiles knowingly at Rhiamon.

Jonah nods slowly, "It is a possibility that the version you have found may have differences. Each was hand-written, after all."

Compton staggers in, looking rosy cheeked and disheveled. A Paper bag wrapped bottle hanging from his limp hand.

Cally has connected.

Rhiamon has reconnected.
Rhiamon has partially disconnected.

Cally nods to Alexandre favoring a warm smile. "Yes I have. I was studying on how to interact with the spirit realm more directly.

Aaron chuckles at something and shakes his head a little, picking up his laptop and slipping from the table

Cally nods to Jonah. "Hello Mageistar

Compton clamps one eye shut, and tries hard to focus from the other one, looking in to the room as if looking through a fishbowl. His countenance frowns and he manages an 'Aww damn...' while swaying in the door way.

Alexandre's attention is diverted by Compton. He stares at him, watching him stagger in. He seems to sigh, just the barest of sighs, before returning to look at Jonah and Rhiamon, "I would like to hear about the differences, if there are any."

Aaron pauses on his way to the door and glances back to Jonah, "Pushing this guy over look bad on the Tribunal?", obviously talking about Compton

Jonah stands slowly, collecting his cane as he does. He grants a nod to Alexandre. "I will inform you of the differences as soon as possible. For now, I must leave." A frown, however, is given to Aaron. "Mr. Michaels, show courtesy to your fellow magi. And, Mr. Compton, please try to be sober on occasion when you visit this place, for the same reasons."

Jonah stands and leaves The Council Table.

Jonah makes his way to the double doors, "Good day, everyone." With that, he leaves.

Compton just looks plain ole confused. First at Aarons comment, as if trying to discern his point, and then at Jonah's as if trying to conjour an excuse... or at least his reason for being here in the first place. All of this fails though and he simply stands there on his sea legs.

Jonah has disconnected.

Cally cocks her head and smiles. "So. what's up"?

Aaron nods and passes Compton iwith a light pat on the shoulder
Aaron steps back out to the main hall.
Aaron has left.

Compton goes to ask Aaron something as he passes by, but takes so long he misses his chance, now he just looks blankly in to the room as states 'The John?' to anyone listening.

Cally cocks her head. "the.. john? err Bathroom? I.. don't know where it is right now sorry."
Cally shakes her shoulder looking confused

Alexandre apparently is listening, stating, "Outhouse is in the back. No indoor plumbing." Then looks to
Cally and offers, "Foray into the Shard Realm of Forces. Fought giant worms and the Fallen. Rescue captives. Trying to figure out the lineage of a book. Standard stuff."

Cally blinks? you.. made it to the planet Mars? and never got words to me? "

Rhiamon smiles wryly, "A lot of poeple are saying that. It was kinda we grabbed people who were there.."

Cally sits down. Now she's the one that looks confused. "Uhm.. can you start from minute 1 please?
Alexandre nods to Cally, "It was more than a bit of an emergency. Those who were immediately available were grabbed."

Compton /leans/ up against the door like it is going to save him from drowning, and just closes his eyes tight. Giving up on the whole concentrating on the outside world for a bit.

Cally glances over to Compton.. Ok.. she doesn't know his name but.. "Are you allright? Need someplace to sit? you look a little ill."
Compton without opening his eyes simply assumes that the girl is talking to him, and extends his hand waving away and offers of help - obviously he's used to this kind of attention, and doesn't brook with it much. "Isssalright. Jus need a moment." he replies.

Cally ahs softly and looks at Alexandre and Rhiamon.. maybe they can help him or explain. one of the two. Besides she's still wanting an explanation for what happened.

Rhiamon ponders, regarding her left-hand nails, but then relaxes. People seem to get so...testy when blasted by sleet...

Alexandre watches Compton, distracted from regaling his stories of giant worms. He takes a few distracted steps towards Compton, asking, "Perhaps you should get some rest? You don't look good."

l alex
This is a man, not young anymore but not yet middle-aged, sporting black, thin-rimmed circular glasses, with tussled dark brown hair, medium length on the top, short in the back. He has an olive complexion and dark brown eyes, possibly of Mediterranean descent. He has high cheekbones and a thin face, a nose thats a little hawkish, but otherwise plain featured. He has a slight frame and measures an average height.
He wears a dark blue turtleneck and blue jeans. He wears earrings, small, simple silver hoops, in both ears. A couple rings, with red and blue gems, add color to his fingers. A black satchel bag hangs on his shoulder.

Compton heaves open a bloodshot eye and glares back at the now increasing unwanted attention, "Ya think I wanna be here, pasty?" he asks, now getting irritated.

Cally decides not to say anything. she glances back to Alexandre.. ""so.. you were saying something about guests?"

Alexandre tilts his head slightly, "I don't know. I'm not a mind reader. But what I do see is that it looks like someone is going to lose everything in their stomach. And that concerns me. It isn't healthy. "

Cally sighs and sorries. she's getting sleepy as well
Rhiamon just dosed off herself. Sounsd goo dto me
Rhiamon has disconnected.

Compton nods again; closing his eyes, and rolls his hand over a few times, motioning to carry on. "A someone not breathing would probably alarm you too, but that doesn't mean it's not normal" he says in a brief moment of clarity, "Tell your stories."

Cally waves
Cally has disconnected.

Compton obviously nodded off there, as the next time he opens his eyes, most everybody's gone. "Aww, damn..." he says to himself mostly, grinding the palm of his hand in to one eye. The other hanging on to that bottle as if by magnetism.

Alexandre replies, "Well, not breathing is normal, if you aren't alive." He pauses, then suggests, "If, however, we're talking about you and me, I would be alarmed. If you're saying I shouldn't be alarmed because you throw up regularly, that only alarms me more."

Compton looks real confused for a second or two, as he flips through the card catalog of his short term memory, until he finds a match, "Because that isn't normal for you?" he asks. Obviously put off a little by the direction your point was leaning.

Alexandre offers, "Because it isn't normal for most people." He smiles gently, then looks serious once more.
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"I'm still not getting the point..." Compton says obtusely. "You say you are worrying because I am not like the next guy?" He looks truly dumbfounded now as he reaches for the golden nugget on this one.

Alexandre replies, "You probably aren't getting the point because you're drunk and can't tell here from there." He shakes his head slightly, then says, "So when will you finally drink yourself to death? Is that your point?"

"Fuck man," Compton says exasperated, "You sound like Alyx, with all your black and white (makes a 'quotation mark motion with his hands) 'obvious' rules to living a better lifestyle..." he pauses, raises the poorly obfuscated bottle and takes a belt, when he talks again surprisingly sounds more coherent, "Quite frankly, I'm shocked that so many of the enlightened have such a narrow focus on the possible. Perhaps some drink, or shoot, or fuck around to live... What is above so below, and thus some must mirror the opposite to society around them. What is bad is good."

Wow. For those that don't know, that was a hell of a lot of babble from the normally stoic guy.

Alexandre shakes his head slightly, "Some drink, but we're not always babbling drunk. Some of us have sex, but we don't hump everything that moves. And really, you just showed that you're desire to mirror the opposite is just some mid-life crisis reason to do whatever you wanted to do anyway."

You say, "So you, like everyone else that hides up here in your extra-dimensional club house feels the need to make a ruling on someone else's life, hand down divine bits of unsolicited wisdom because.... You /love/ me?"

Compton is sobering fast, although the bottle makes a few more trips to his lips between comments. He's not pleased. What could be mistaken for righteous anger seems to be building in him, of course unless you knew him and then would think such a thing is not only unlikely, but damn near impossible.

Alexandre watches you for a few moments, watching you get riled up. Doesn't say anything for a few more moments, then says, "I suggested you lay down. You chose to insult me. If you could mistake that for love, you are more drunk than I thought."

Alexandre has reconnected.

And with that the fire goes out and the sullen-ness returns to his features. Compton draws what looks like a couple of Polaroid's from his shirt pocket and eyes them for a second, then you, then quietly replaces them from where they came. "Ya know? I honestly don't know why Keene cares so much to help you guys. Help you'd reject because you don't like the massager's shirt." and with that turns to go. The swagger gone and his footsteps merely heavy.

Alexandre watches you turn, walk away. Rubs his chin, then offers, "I hope you have a good rest." He looks to the walls, then opens his satchel and begins to rummage.

"No you don't." Compton reply's in a depressed Eyore kind of way and he's off.

You step back out to the main hall.