(Under Control) Broken Arrow

[West]

Outside, the parking lot has turned into a mess. The night is winding down. Bachelor parties are leaving, and illicit conversations are being made. Here and there, a police officer ensures order in the chaos. Inside, there's a entry with a small cover charge -- for Miach. Ladies are free... in a manner of speaking. There's also a metal detector.

Once past those hurdles...

Drugs. Rock and Roll.

Bad.

Ass.

Vegas.

Hos.

Eyes adjust to the flashing lights scything through darkness, there's little can do to adjust to the smell. The cloying, sickly-sweet stench of body spray and sweat, mixed with alcohol, smoke, and primal urge. Music throbs to a steady rhythm, completing the trifecta assault on the senses.

Dress it up as much as you want. A skin show is still a skin show. And often, more. Through the lights, eyes begin to see. Skin. Skin stretching and gyrating. Bouncing. Shaking. Small bits of material twirl. Green paper slides against flesh.

Welcome to Ember.

Some of the Lost may remember this used to belong to Spring.

The background in some of the blurry photos is suddenly recognizable.

At the bar nearest the door, is Neil. His usual lighthearted expression has been replaced by a completely blank one. It's as close as the Polychromatic gets to showing distress. The Fairest is lightly dusted with glitter, and smells faintly of sweat and perfume. Long fingers toy with a drink that's become more melted ice than anything.

[Miach]

Miach still remembered his carefree youth's lessons very well, and paid the charge without a second thought. If you wanted girls in a place, they'd better not pay. Men did. The metal detector had been unexpected, but since the only metal worn by the Acanthus was his silver stethoscope, it caused no issue.

Lightplay. Smell. Music. If life hadn't tempered him quite a bit, he would have felt younger by quite a bit. As it was though, he mostly felt out-of-place. Out-of-place, and in danger. They had not come here for sightseeing, no matter how tempting that bouncing, smooth, sweating piece of... erm... Which reminded him...

" Ariadne , please watch my back for a moment." he told the Guardian while turning his back to the crowd to hide his doings. Circumstances being what they were, he tried to keep out of potential security cameras, and various onlookers too.

  1 success to Supernal Vision, likewise for Organic Resilience

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-08-16 16:00:10		Miach rolls 8 to Resolve 3 + Athletics 2 + Life 3 to Organic Resilience (10 Again)		4, 8, 6, 4, 7, 1, 6, 5		1 success
2014-08-16 15:59:34		Miach rolls 9 to Wits 3 + Occult 3 + Rote Specialty 1 + Prime 2 for Supernal Vision (10 Again)		2, 2, 10, 2, 7, 3, 5, 7, 5, 7		1 success

"Thanks." Now feeling marginally safer, the Mystagogue returned his attention to the crowd at large, searching for Leo Lockheart, or anyone else that would seem suspicious or trigger his sixth sense. He never left the senior Mastigos's side, though.

[West]

Bump! g0g0g0

[Ariadne]

Before stepping foot into the club...if club is the right word. Ariadne pulls on her connection to the Supernal wrapping her body and mind against harm. A moment of thought she pulls on Pandemonium for Sight. Better to watch for anything that could cause problems with crowds.

She nods as Miach turns his back and watches the crowd while he willworks. Rotes aren't subtle enough at times for Ariadne. Or useful somewhat.

"Coisma, isn't that Neil?" Ariadne asks hopefully past the noise of the place.

  2 suxx to Combo Miscperception and Mind Shield, 2 suxx to Third Eye

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-08-18 21:11:36		Ariadne rolls 8 to Third Eye (mind sight, gno4+mind5=9) (rest of dice) (10 Again)		6, 8, 7, 5, 1, 9, 5, 1		2 successes
2014-08-18 21:01:30		Ariadne rolls 7 to Miscperception + Mind Shield (Gno+Mind-combined2=7) (10 Again)		2, 10, 6, 9, 5, 3, 1, 7		2 successes

[Coco]

"So it is," Coco agreed, looking decidedly unhappy as she lead the way over to the glitter covered Fairest, limping along with the neon colored abomination that was replacing her cane. Not even Aaren's humorous quip was able to pierce the sudden malaise that hung over the Wasp. Being deprived of her stinger was one thing, but having to use this thing in its place? That was entirely another.

Since when did security have to be so gauche? It must be some sort of joke, an act of prejudice against the disabled to force them to use such disagreeable, vomitous simulacrums of true walking aids! It didn't matter that she wasn't actually disabled, and was instead lying about it so that she could have kept her weapon, but suffering such a disgrace, and in this land of lotuses no less, was unforgivable. If they didn't have more pressing matters, Coco would have had words with the management. But, that likely would have only been a waste of time. It was likely some vile, slug like beast that had made such a policy, so there would be no sense in confronting them. Regardless, it wasn't an option.

"Well hello again, stranger," Coco said upon arriving near Neil. "Pray tell: what has turned your mouth into such a frown?"

[Nightfall]

Closer to Neil, the other Lost might notice. They might not. The perfect stillness of Winter, silence so total that a snowflake's fall can be heard. Where lesser Onyx might give a hint of a chill or errant flurry of wind or ice, this one is only rivaled by the Queen of Tears herself.

As Lost go, he's fairly close to 'normal'. Unusually pale skin, pointed ears, vivid eyes that change colors, and the hand the holds the glass has a sixth finger and extra joint on each. At least, that's what Aaren, Coco, and Malory see. To Ariadne and Miach, Neil is simply a young man who's handsome to the point where it's almost pretty - effeminate, even. There's a vaguely disheveled look to his hair and smooth, lazy grace to his movements that suggest he's never tripped, or dropped anything, in his life.

Violet eyes pale and shift slightly, hinting at icy blueness as they settle on the flaming hair topped with dark antennae, then shift to the others. They land on the tufts along Malory's jaw, dismiss Miach, flicker over Ariadne with the hint of a smile, and come to rest on Aaren. Of the new faces, it's obvious he finds her the most interesting, and the slight cant of his head could either be curiosity, or a suggestion.

A smile blossomed as Coco spoke, as if her words were a magical mood switching wand. A long finger pointed at her new cane, clearly tickled. The fingers began to roll into an arrangement of digits*, then stopped, and the hand landed gently on her shoulder with a casual grace that assumed that was the destination the entire time.

"Oh, the usual. I fell in love, but I'm worried she's just a gold digger. Who are your friends?"

*

His hand forms the word 'who' in American Sign Language

Mantle

Nightfall is a Winter, but this is a RetCon approved by Team Verdant, so let's not beat Coco up ICly over it, please

The Winter Court’s Mantle is more subtle than the other Courts’, often to the point where a member may be confused with one of the Courtless. - Changeling: The Lost, p.60

[Coco]

"Well, whoever she is, she sounds like a very intelligent woman," Coco replied, her blackened mood dragging the humor out of her voice. It wasn't just because of the imitation of a cane that she was forced to use. No, it was partly due to something else entirely. Something that made her antennae go carefully still, as though the Wasp was being careful not to betray the current source of her ire.

Nonetheless, a slight smile did appear across her lips a moment later. One that almost appeared genuine as she introduced Neil to the others. "Yes, allow me to present Miss Eloi, Miss Grey, and Sir Miach. Ariadne I believe you're already acquainted with. At least I'd hope so. And Miss Eloi, Miss Grey, and Sir Miach, allow me to present Neil: a charming fellow, and a foe of photographers." She paused for a beat. "Now, novel Neil, where might our other friends be?"