Last stop, Sacramento

[Kelreth]

Trains, they're crowded and full of people. Loud, obnoxious, smelly people. Sometimes though the train is good to get around efficiently. Ignore the man talking too loudly on his phone two seats away. The women sharing her music of choice with the entire car and the baby 5 seats behind you that clearly has somewhere better to be.

And maybe the Rage doesn't prod at you, maybe. Maybe it does, but you don't have a choice.

The wolf who calls himself Shui Wen Zhao finds himself outside of the Sacramento Amtrack station. To the west comes the smell of a city river. Almost a natural smell but tainted by the humanity around it. All around the sights and sounds of a bustling city. People walking with intent, it is time for lunch after all.

[Cabochard]

Shui Wen Zhao adjusted the straps on his ratty old mountaineer's backpack, that he had found in a dumpster a long time ago from what he could remember, and stretched. The long ride had caused his shoulders to lock up in the cramped seats that was all he could afford, and the smells and people had not improved his mood. He hated moving. It always took most of his savings, and getting a ticket was a pain in the ass when you looked like he did, with several coats and sweaters on, each one more torn up than the last. Even his boots, that were probably the newest part of his clothing, had spots where they were so worn there was only a millimeter or so of leather left.

Grumbling about long train rides, he advanced up to the exit and left the building, enjoying the sunlight but already starting to look for shelter or somewhere to stay at least.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas was scouting.

At least, that was his excuse. Any other sane person, Uratha or otherwise, would classify his run into the beating heart of the city suicidal madness. And maybe there was that in it, somewhere in the murky corners of his mind: a desire to stick it to the Pure; to let them know that the Forsaken fire had not been extinguished; that the wolves could and would roam in the territories they had once claimed as their own.

He didn't know why, exactly, he turned down 5th Street. Maybe it was to get away from the clamour and press around the Downtown Plaza - a solid morning meandering through the Old Town, playing tourist, had done him with people for the day. More likely, he had given into his stomach, which continued to complain and rumble despite the great meal he had just stuffed down his gullet (from a restaurant in Old Town). He had bought himself some cheap food - hot dogs and french fries - and had hoped to last till he got back to the Forsaken's Tur but they smelled just too good.

Either way, he drove his battered old pick-up into the Amtrak Station's car park. Finding a shady spot with good tree cover, he parked with a grinding of gears and a sudden burst of hill-billy music, cut off as he shut down the engine. His plan, if asked, was to communicate how he was waiting on his "Cousin Laurleen" but the cackling joy he emitted as he gathered up the greasy packages of... food... made it obvious what his real plan was.

So much for the scouting operation. So much for the Irraka maintaining cover.

Suicidal madness, I tell you...

[Swami M]

Hari pauses as he leaves the train station, taking in the cityscape around him. Sacramento. Despite all the time he spent in the Bay Area, just a few hours' drive away, he knows next to nothing about the place. It produces dysfunctional politics, mediocre basketball and... he doesn't even know what the city's real industry is. It's not very logical, but he half expects to find some kind of overgrown cow town. That's Coastal California's stereotype of the Central Valley talking, but still... The important thing is that nobody in Vegas knows much about the place either. He's not going to run into any of their friends or contacts here. The way things ended back there, that's a good thing. And his old boss got him a line on a job here. So, Sacramento. A blank slate for a new beginning... For a moment Hari feels a tingle of unease, thinking of blank spaces on a map. "Here Be Dragons." He shakes off the feeling and shoulders his dufflebag. He has a room reserved at the Best Western. According to Google Maps, it should be about 10 blocks... that way.

[Kelreth]

The scent...it hangs in the air. Practically waiting to be walked into. Another Wolf is close by.

Hari and Shui both can smell another wolf (each other) and easily find that wolf in the crowd. As Aeneas has Feet of Mists activated, it is a Wits+PU-5 to detect his scent via http://nwod.org/wiki/index.php/Werew...her_Werewolves

Swami Monsoon Cabochard Yumyumcrow

[Cabochard]

Shui Wen Zhao usually didn't particularly mind the scent of other wolves. Ninety percent of the time, they left him alone, and he left them alone as long as they didn't start messing around with his stuff. But now? When he was just arriving at a new city, hadn't staked out any territory, hadn't even explored the area? Now, it set him a little on edge. He cast around to find the other wolf in the crowd, sniffing to check if there are any others. He tries to keep his sniffing from being obvious, as giving himself away would be just as bad as not knowing, most likely.

  Sniffing

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-18 22:26:05		Shui Wen Zhao rolls 1 to Detect Aenas' scent (10 Again, Chance)		5		failure

  Keeping it Hidden

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-18 22:32:39		Shui Wen Zhao rolls 6 to keep his sniffing stealthy (Wits + Subterfuge) (10 Again)		7, 9, 6, 4, 9, 4		2 successes

[Swami M]

Hari catches the unmistakable scent and scans the crowd. Well that didn't take long... He would have rather had some time to get settled in, but at least nobody's likely to do anything stupid in a place as public as this. He focuses on the weathered-looking Asian man leaving the station right in front of him. Had he come from the same train? Is he also a newcomer, or is he returning home? Well, if Hari can scent him, then the opposite is almost certainly true. There's no reason to make him suspicious. Or at least, to make him more suspicious than he undoubtedly already is...

Introductions are always awkward, and this one figures to be more awkward than most. But there's nothing for it. He matches pace with the stranger, letting his dufflebag hang free from its strap and keeping his hands open and visible. "Hello. I'm Hari Kumar. Ithaeur and Iron Master. Are you new in town as well?"

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-19 01:01:25		Hari rolls 1 to Does he smell Aeneas? (Chance) (10 Again)		1		failure

[Aeneas]

He got the scent just as he was about to shovel a handful of fries into his gap-toothed maw. He brushed it aside.

Food! Eating!

He caught another whiff as he obliterated the hot dog. This time, the scent kept drifting over, tugging at his nose and teasing at his instincts. This time he found he could not so easily dismiss the scent. Nostrils flared; eyes began to roam. Grumping he piled the savaged meal into its brown bag. Feasting would have to wait.

Using the stroll to find a waste bin as cover, Aeneas began to hunt...

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-19 02:40:55		Aeneas sneaks... rolls 6 to Wits + Stealth (10 Again)		8, 1, 7, 7, 1, 2		1 success
2014-06-19 02:35:49		[02] Aeneas hunts... (scenting wolfie smells) rolls 3 to Wits + PU - 2 (hishu) (10 Again)		4, 2, 7		failure
2014-06-19 02:35:49		[01] Aeneas hunts... (scenting wolfie smells) rolls 3 to Wits + PU - 2 (hishu) (10 Again)		2, 10, 7, 10, 4		2 successes

I made two scent rolls, one for Hari Kumar and one for Shui Wen Zhao. ST, I leave it up to you which roll is which

[Kelreth]

Feet of Mists only makes it harder to smell Aeneas. It doesn't impact his ability to detect the other two wolves at all. No rolls are needed, he can smell them easily and find them nearly as easily.

[Cabochard]

Shui Wen Zhao turns to Hari when he starts talking, and stops walking. He looks Hari up and down and adjusts his pack. His eyes narrow and he seems very suspicious of the other wolf. "Shui Wen Zhao. Irraka." He snorts at Hari. "Yes. New. That means you too? Where you from?"