A Small Project...

**Jag** · Mar 28th, 2013 04:03 PM

A number of mysterious posters had appeared around Sacramento, advertising what seemed like a job of sorts. The posters seemed to go unnoticed by the average individual walking down the street, but to they were clearly visible to the eyes of those that had been touched by the Fae. It asked any interested parties to head down to a shop called Qin Long's Stash. Those whose interest had been drawn by the mysterious posters, would find that the shop in the corner of Rollings Hills Road and East Lane was some sort of Chinese convenience store, or something of the sort. It had a lit up neon sign with the name of the establishment, and a blue Chinese dragon on it. Anyone who came closer to the strange shop and peered through the window would see a variety of merchandise, ranging from antique Chinese tea sets to all sorts of odd trinkets that you wouldn't find at your local shopping mall. But even though there was a variety of exotic objects all around the store, none of them appear to be Fae in nature to the naked eye.

looking through the window

Mar 28th, 2013 11:57 PM

Jack Lingered across the street Qin Long's Stash, she held the poster in hand. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of the page, idly as she reread the notice. Work was work after all, and Jack didn't really have a history about being picky about such things, which had lead her down a rabbit hole of trouble before.

When she had first saw the poster, she thought of an opportunity for a job while in town, to help make ends meet you know. She had pulled the poster down for further investigation, before spying several times around town. Soon something about it had stood out to her as odd. While part of her felt the desire not to pursue the job at all because of this, she couldn’t help but be slightly curious.

So here Jack was looking at the store. Not really being well connected to the freehold yet, or really having much in the ways of allies, she had come alone. On her shoulder s was her messenger bag, holding her trusted camera. She wore a light zip up hoodie, running shoes and in her pocket was a small knife. Her line of work in San Fransico made that small thing feel necessary, Hardly useful best of times, but it was better to have it than not.
The beast rolled her neck and crossed the street.

Got some time to spare, might as well.

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Mar 29th, 2013 10:57 AM

Mal smelled a trap...

Not that she was paranoid or anything.

She'd noticed the posters that had sprouted around the place. She liked to read - and would often catch herself skimming the most random crap that had caught her eye whose only merit was having words on a page.

She had thought nothing of it, except perhaps for the oddity of such a thing in this economy. There were enough desperate people around that the town would have been stripped bare of them and a stampede would have started in moments, no matter how dodgy the deal sounded. Instead she just kept noticing them. Day after day. Street-sweepers and garbage collectors seemed to overlook them, even when they blew free and just started flapping around the streets.

Signs all over town for a non-specific, well paid job only she could see... Probably only other Changelings could see, she was proud, not narcissistic. It sounded all kinds of suspicious.

Apart from the odd success story like Perry, a lot of Lost were almost always broke. She was almost always broke - she secretly wished everything was above board. Lord knows she could use the money. Their condition made getting and holding steady jobs challenging to say the least. The faint suggestion of more esoteric 'payment options' was equally likely to appeal to even those who were managing to make ends meet. If that didn't immediately suggest 'bait', what would?

She imagined this sort of thing would be right up Rook's alley, in his tireless pursuit of the Freehold's security. But she had hardly made any great strides in repairing her reputation in that quarter, and her coffin had enough nails in it without adding 'sending the Red Victor on a wild goose chase' to her rap sheet.

Mal figured her options were either to ignore it, cry 'wolf' and hope for the best, or take a look for herself. Scribbling 'gone to take a look' on the back of one of the posters and leaving it in her apartment in case the worst should happen, she grabbed the faded blue, cloud-print rucksack she'd pulled out of a dumpster that now held her go-to-hell kit and headed out - at least for a walk past to see if anything smelt suspicious. As an afterthought she grabbed her sturdy leather jacket and tucked it through the straps of the bag. Spring had sprung, but it might come in handy for warding off more than just bad weather.

Cautiously walking the streets, far too tense to come close to passing for nonchalant, her every sense straining to catch a hint of the trap she was basically walking into of her own volution, just to see if it was one, Mal's eyes shoot wide in surprise as she spots the 'Rabbit' from the Spring coronation about to stroll through the front door.

I have got to find out her name. Getting her locked in my head as 'Rabbit' is just going to end badly... She thought grimly, quickening her pace to cover the distance and putting a hand on the Runnerswift's arm.

"Wait." she hissed, glancing sidelong towards the door.

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2 Suxx, Beast's Keen Senses

Mar 31st, 2013 11:31 PM

Jack's eyes darted to the side as the sudden voice hissed at her. Her heart jumped and her legs violently twitched, her primal mind calling for her to run for it.

Ohshi-

It was only for a moment before it passed.

The hare halted in her step and took a step to the side towards Mal. Her brown eyes scanned the woman, she had seen her before but her name, that she did not know. Jack took in the woman quickly, her face, her short stature, and the black and grey fur that sprouted around her jaw line. It was the dark eyes and yellow pupil that caught jacks attention most

The Hare glanced behind her for a moment as she stepped towards the other changeling, diverting from her oringial destination of the store door.

"What?" she asked.

Unsure why the woman had stopped her exactly. But she had a feeling it had to do with the shop.

Apr 1st, 2013 03:02 AM

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Llewelyn wasn't stupid, far from it actually. Upon seeing the poster, and recognising noone else could see it, Llewelyn knew something fae was going on. Whether the sign poster was a member of the gentry or a privateer, capturing desperate for cash Lost; or just a fae merchant, looking for a few helping hands, Llewelyn couldn't be certain. However, in the instance that it was the former, Llewelyn wasn't leaving anything to chance. Approaching the building Llewelyn felt in his leather jacket's pocket, gripping the brass knuckles firmly. He hoped he didn't have to use them, but in the odd instance that he did, Llewelyn wanted to be ready. As he was about to walk within range of the front of the door, Llewelyn noticed Mal and a friend standing off to the side. Wait... Wasn't that chick at the pub the other night? Turning and walking over to them instead of entering, Llewelyn relaxed his grip slightly on the knuckles. "Hey girls." He murmered, slightly relieved.At least i've got some sort of backup on this...

Apr 1st, 2013 12:53 PM

Ava needed a job.

While she wasn't too squeezed for money yet, it was starting to make her a little anxious. She certainly wasn't looking forward to the more mundane aspects of work, especially with most of the jobs she was trying to interview for, but the stability sounded nice. It had taken her a little while to notice the posters, as for the most part she looked in the windows of businesses she was interested in to see if they were hiring, but eventually her eyes caught on the dragon embellishment at the bottom of the page and she gave it a look.

'Specifics about payment options will be discussed with the interested parties at a later point.' What an obtuse way to say 'shady as fuck'. What does payment options even mean? Money, money is a good option.

'Parties' made her suspicious too. Who knew how many people were going to answer this - a lot of sheets like this had those little tear off tabs with a phone number so you could at least see if everyone or no one was already interested in the job. Suitably satisfied that she wasn't interested, Ava stepped away from the poster and continued on her way. But she circled back by it a few times to see if it had been taken or if anyone was else was reading it; it might have taken her a little longer than most, but eventually it dawned on her that it might be fae business.

The 'options' make more sense now. I guess? Regardless, it was now even more interesting and while still probably not the best of plans, she wanted a break from the irritation of being turned down in mundie job interviews. She might as well at least walk by, see if the place was already packed to the gills.

Parking down the street, she pulled her hair back into a low bun in her rear view mirror and straightened the collar of her slightly threadbare but still perfectly presentable black tunic. She stepped out of the car and tugged up her slightly ill-fitting jeans, grabbed her bag and slammed the door. Rolling up sleeves, she set off down the block toward the store, only to find several people already in front of the door. Two of them were familiar, the hare-girl she had seen outside the door of the coronation, and Malory. Ah! At least I'll know someone. And the third she didn't know; she'd have remembered if she had seen this tall, dapper man before. She had to actively stop herself from staring at the shifting colors of his vest, fascinated.

She approached and took a glance into the shop window before looking back to the others. "Hello. Am I late?" She gave Malory a halfsmile and a nod of recognition, glancing curiously between the other two.

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Apr 1st, 2013 04:51 PM

Perhaps it was the heightened degree of tension, perhaps it was simple predator-prey relationship, but as the rabbit's instincts fired with the urge to run, the same primal instinct tensed Mal's muscles to give chase. The moment passed however, and she let out a slow breath to steady herself.

"You don't know me. You may not know anyone in this city. But This." Mal hissed, jabbing at the poster in her hands with a finger, "Is not something any of us should just walk into alone."

The hypocrisy that that was exactly what she had been doing pricked at her, just a little. But the fact one of the Lost, alone, new to the city, without any real friends or allies, just trying to make ends meet could have just strolled unwittingly into some Privateer flytrap made her blood run cold. Nobody knew her, they'd never even notice she'd gone. Taken, alone and forgotten twice-over.

For the young hunterheart who, for fear of suborning herself to the wrong social group - a pack by any other name, had fought for years the instinct to group up. To be part of something more than just herself. To not be alone. The thought made her sick. She had walked in this one's shoes. Maybe that was what had made her so cautious. Maybe that was what made her so angry.

As if on cue, summoned perhaps by the same suspicions that had aroused her ire, she felt the tingle of alcohol burning at her nasal passage, and a host of other scent markers that could only be, "Lou." she said, without quite turning around to face him.

She was however surprised by who came after him. She certainly hadn't expected to encounter Ava again so soon. But even greater was her surprise at the sound of that warm, luminous voice heard through her fae-sharpened senses. Her voice had been pleasant enough to listen to before. But now, though she was far too proud to admit it. Mal would have paid good money just to listen to her say shit. Give a lecture on nuclear physics, Read the dictionary, she couldn't care less.

"Only for the safety briefing." she told Ava in a flat deadpan. Burying the unsettling sensation under a lifetime's experience of wisecracks and bottling things up inside.

**Jag** · Apr 2nd, 2013 10:22 AM

Feel free to roll Perception if any of you are looking into the shop through the window

Apr 2nd, 2013 02:27 PM

Jack was slightly taken back by the Hunter hearts reaction. The anger had rubbed the hare the wrong way but she didn't show it. Her foot tapped gently against the ground.

"Sorry" she said softly. She wasn't however.

Well screw you too. was the first thought that had jumped in Jacks mind. She didn't like being told off like that, she had looked after herself for some time and didn't need someone suggesting she couldn't handle it.

She does have a point though... The corner of jacks mouth moved downward at the thought. Part of the angry comments did hold a bit of truth, and perhaps it also held concern from the other changeling. She let out a small grunt letting her tension pass without a word further on the matter.

She glanced over seeing Lou. She gave him a polite nod, remembering him from the other night. Before Ava joined the group, Jacks remembered her instantly from the Spring coronation, she had walked in to the throne room right before heath. She paused at the sound of the Nix voice however. Her appearance and well mouth did not lend it self to a voice like that, or at least Jack thought so. She blinked before realizing she was being rude, she gave the new woman a nod as the hunter heart spoke. Let her do the talking.

Jack listened but her attention moved to the shop window. Her eyes scanned the interior of the shop. Partiality she was making sure no one was watching them. After all they had all gathered outside the front of the shop with out entering yet. Her eyes darted between the objects in the window, locking what she saw to memory. In particular she was interested in seeing if any thing in the shop or the local area was as interesting at the posters.

checking Inside

Kenning

**Jag** · Apr 5th, 2013 07:49 AM

Bump Spedlord , Ava Campbell , Saeyer

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-03-29 10:44:15		Malory Grey rolls 5 to Activate Beast's Keen Senses (10 Again)		7, 10, 1, 2, 4, 9		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2013-04-02 13:54:29		Jack Tarra rolls 5 to Lookin in the window (10 Again)		10, 8, 5, 2, 8, 5		3 successes

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