(Rowan Ring) See You at the Party, Richter...

[Wolven Pryde]

Lambert Road seems little more than an access route to various corn fields and other crops. Long, narrow, straight and lonely. There is the occasional barn or farmhouse in the distance, a sparse home or driveway by the side of the road, but little else. It is quiet out here, tonight.

Doctor Valdemar's huge truck and the hunters Bo and Helen's Bronco are easily spotted parked in a narrow inlet into one of the corn fields - but only if you know what you are looking for. What public eyes that happened to look that way would only see a pair of nice, well-kept utility vehicles put up for the evening.

[Allison Black]

Allison could not help but think how fitting the sexy black '68 El Camino is for Dillon. Drumming her fingers softly on the steering wheel she glances down to the radio as a evil thought creeps through her mind.

She glances over to Velma. "How funny would it be for Dillon to turn on his car and the radio starts blaring some pop." Her eyes shift back to the radio as she gets to work on her practical joke. At least she was not evil enough to mess with his pre-sets.

What a way to pass time...

[Velma]

A silent laugh is Velma’s response to Alisson’s evil machination of doom, being an accomplice in crime felt good and did much to fight apathy as they waited for others to arrive. Driving the loud black el Camino meant they would get there fast, faster than any others!

In the meanwhile she imagined the savage deputy pressing his clan’s signature claws onto the car’s radio just to keep it silent when he turned it on…. Well if Velma knew how to do so and happened to find herself in Dillon’s situation she would do that!

“RAWGR RAWGR RAWR!” Velma says laughing while she gestures to Alisson mimicking claws and car interior destruction.

“You better run when he finds out!... Well, WE!” she finally offers in gest.

[Matamune]

After talking some to Bianca and putting on his vest and lockpick set, Michael settles into the driver's seat of his rental and turns on the engine to warm it up for a minute.

The doctor now looks a bit puffy under his loose clothes, but maybe he's just oveweight. Yeah, right.

[Wolven Pryde]

Bianca

There was a dingy, cheap motel just off of West Side Freeway and on Hood Franklin road that has vacancies. Which is a little over 4 miles back the way you came (adhering to the roads). Of course, any of the few houses nearby probably have a bathroom to cower in, but one has to consider what to do with the residents. She is also first to notice that the two large vehicles mentioned earlier are empty of mortals...

...Dillon's car nearby somewhere else on the same road, containing two stunning Daeva playing with a radio, is pretty impossible for anyone to miss.

EDIT: Too late/ no time for feeding rolls

[Allison Black]

Allison looks over to Velma. "I know it sounds weird...but I kinda like the fact that we really do not know a hell of a lot. It makes it more of a challenge...I guess." Allison's hand slides to her side as she pulls back the lever of the seat and reclines all the way back. She glances up towards the roof of the car for a moment and then back to Velma.

"Do you think the Seneschal can..." Allison waves her fingers. "...There minds?" Allison could not help but wonder what to do about that part of the problem. She already had a vague notion of what she was going to do for the ring and whats-his-name...but she mostly dreaded what they really may have to do to prevent the masquerade breech.

[Velma]

“Who knows?” Velma answers raising her shoulders.

“I say no rumor is unfounded…” Mind wiping, now that’s seriously disturbing.

“Shouldn’t they have arrived already?” The Daeva queries with a hint of agitation.

[Matamune]

Michael makes a noise that is both a groan and a sigh as they arrive. Annoyance. No Valdemar, no hunters, no Priscus.

"Shit. Where is everyone?

"Besides the obvious pair in Dillon's car..."

Getting out quickly, after pulling over to an out of the way spot on the side of the road, Michael looks to Bianca. "Miss Sable, why don't you join with the others and see what you can find out about the scene. I'm going to scout a few circles, and see if I can at least locate the deputy by his Beast."

Without waiting for word of either argument or consent, Dr Redfill slips into the cornfield and begins moving away. In seconds, he vanishes. In a moment, he can no longer be heard, either.

For all intents and purposes, Michael Redfill has left the scene