We are in combat rounds. Please post as promptly as possible. Initiative is as follows:
Charles 19, Edward 15, Twist 11 | Dirt Nap 11, Mable 10, John 5
Charles action is posted here so @Edward Heinrich is up
To reiterate, the building is in darkness. Movement is restricted to a walk due to rats, and Rosario Small's movements are restricted due to the poor mortal can't see all the rats he is tripping over. Dragging him along requires 2 successes on an athletics roll for each round of helping him along. There are two doors - one in the front lobby where Michael the security gaurd and the catering crew of four are. The second is a reinforced security door in the back of the building.
Hallway
“We have to destroy that, Ma’am. It’s nothing personal.” The dark-haired man in the reinforced suit with the heavy pistol speaks to Twist. “We’re on orders.”
He moves with grace into a combat pose, leveling his heavy pistol at Twist. He moves as though he has had official training, using one arm with the flashlight to rest the pistol. He does not fire, warm brown eyes evaluating Twist. He has kept himself ten feet from the beautiful Daeva.
The man does not seem to notice his partner’s distress. The blonde man in the reinforced suit has come to an abrupt stop. His flashlight hand twitches a moment, cutting wide swatches of light on the floor and revealing running rodents on the floor. His unbuttoned suit jacket continuing its movement at his sudden stop. There are two leather holsters on the blonde man’s belt – but the jacket obscures what weapons the man could be carrying.
Behind the men, rats fill the hallway.
Lobby
The catering crew and Michael the security guard cluster by the door or the security post. The catering crew consists of a petite Asian woman with black hair in a severe bun, a tall and generously curved blonde woman, a Black man who pushed 6’5’’ with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, who looked to be pushing the cart. The last man was a Black man of middling height, carrying a spare tire that stretched his white and black uniform. This shorter man is holding his hands on the door, keeping it shut.
Michael is on his walkie talkie, appraising.
“Power is out in the building. Tons of rats – like a Biblical flood of rats- are all over the place. Who? Oh, I have the catering crew of 4 with me. One of the artists in the show is here with some guests. I need some help, sir.”
His voice is strained, even as he sticks with being professional as much as he can. Today is a bad day for Michael the security guard.
Dirt Nap
in his perch above can see that the building is dark. The only lights come from Mable’s phone, the two powerful mag lights of the men in suits who are in the hall, and four cell phone lights over in the front lobby of the building. He can sneak down and resume his normal form with minimal chance of discovery if he keeps these locations in mind. He recalls that Melanie had also come inside the building, but he cannot see that Kindred anywhere…
@Mable, still utilizing her perception granted by Cheval, can see that Melanie is observing the two unknown men from about five feet behind them. Melanie has secreted herself against the wall of the hallway, about eight feet from the flash light wielding caterers with the wall giving her some cover from the mortals. The others have no clear idea where Melanie is, but she had told them something before Rat - a - geddon. Mable is half dragging Rosario Small, Simone's ghoul. Rosario cannot see and is making alarmed cries as the rats move over his shoes or as they squeek when he steps on them in the darkness.
"Ah! Sorry! " He apologizes in a jerking fashion to Mable. "I just can't - ah! Rats!"
Mable is pulling Rosario out towards the back door. She cannot see the back door. The hallway stretches 15 feet in front of her. The hallway branches out at the wall. Perhaps the back door is back there? There are two doors on either side of Mable and Rosario, leading to other rooms.
Everywhere, there are just so many rats! They crawl over your shoes, skitter in waves along walls and drop down from beams above your head. They made a combination of chattering and squeaks. Things are heating up and the art exhibit is due to start any minute, drawing an unknown amount of mortals to this location.