(Lambs) So Metal

Nov 9th, 2014 07:00 PM

Two in the A.M.. In Sacramento, some people might call it God's hour. Save for the nightclub streets, the roads are dead. The occasional stray can be seen peeking from an alley; every now and again there's a hobo tucked into a doorway, cuddled up under blankets, sleeping away the late Autumn chill.

For a metal musician like Crowley, it's a blissful bit of quiet after a long night of gigging. That night, he'd been at Websters', a venue that was half-nightclub, half-bar that booked a whole bunch of different acts. He'd made a couple hundred bucks, and the food and drinks were free for the performers that night. What a steal!

He'd even made a groupie that night. She couldn't have been older than twenty-two. Hot. Tattooed. Trashed. And Totally. Into. His. Business. A number had been offered. Maybe Crowley had picked it up, maybe not. Call me. Jessika. XX was scribbled in lipstick over a set of ten digits that looked local.

Jessika.

Girls like her were totally a perk of the job.

The rain had let up recently, leaving Crowley strolling toward his van two blocks down the road on the far side – although, if he wanted, he could just walk home. The bar wasn't more than a few blocks away. Convenient, if he was drinking.

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**Crowley** · Nov 9th, 2014 10:34 PM

The chilled, air, freshened by the passing rain, cut into the Acanthus like an invigorating slap. The crunch of his boots on concrete, the crisp contrast of the street lights and the deep shadows of the late night, served up a mood, an awareness that skimmed off the top of the contented stupor borne of free food and free booze, company, music and raw energy.

He had been a part of that! And he was still reverberating from the experience as he walked, trophy in hand. Home wasn't too far and it was easy enough for him to lug his guitar and gear. And not having to worry about his van meant he could drink...

He pauses in the yellowed cone of light at an intersection, squinting somewhat to read the glyphs on his trophy, the paper in his hand.

Jessika. Jessika. Jessika. Well, the music had given him great power, he reasoned. So he needed to pass it on *snigger*

Shifting the weight of his guitar, poking over his shoulder like a berserker's axe of yore, he dug into a pocket for his phone.

Crowley will be carrying a wallet and his I.D. in addition to the electric guitar and whatever accoutrements it needs. His van is parked at home, as he walked to the venue. He has been sampling the free food and drink. Yes, this glutton will have got Jessika's number...

Cast at home

raw perception

NOTE: Raw perception roll provided. Adjust as required

Nov 10th, 2014 12:27 AM

The light's red ahead of him, the DON'T WALK hand flashing, and he finds his phone. There it sits within his pocket, a little warm, that trusty little battery working away to keep Herald Crowley connected with the world around him.

Anybody who said technology wasn't mortal Magic was a fucking idiot, right?

Behind him, Crowley notices a man and a woman walking side by side. They're holding hands. The woman's in her early thirties, the man just a little older, and they look like they're very friendly with one another. Oddly enough, they're staying in the shadows cast by the buildings. Crowley barely catches them.

rolls

**Crowley** · Nov 10th, 2014 01:00 AM

Lovers. Walking. Stab of frustration. Crowley eyes them once, then ignores them as surely as the pair are ignoring him right now. He's more interested in punching those numbers and keeping half an eye on the red light ahead of him.

To clarify: Crowley is too contented from the gig, the booze, and the promise of a girl to notice much. UNLESS his Unseen Sense kicks into gear or he feels Scrutiny.

Nov 11th, 2014 03:54 PM

The couple continued walking, coming up behind him toward the intersection. Lo and behold, the light turned, the white blinky man of Walkingdom came up, and Crowley was free to walk off into the night.

May I please have a Wits+Occult draw, please?

**Crowley** · Nov 11th, 2014 04:49 PM

Nov 12th, 2014 12:30 PM

What a nice night.

Where would Crowley go next?

nothing's wrong!

**Crowley** · Nov 12th, 2014 05:05 PM

Crowley ambles across the street, taking the scenic route home. After all, he is buying time for his phone call with the mysterious Jessika. And if his suit is successful, he'll be walking to wherever she is; or else scurrying home to get his van. See, Crowley has it all worked out.

A pity he isn't looking behind him, eh?

Nov 15th, 2014 01:16 AM

A pity, indeed.

Although, as he goes to turn to cross the street, the woman behind him calls out, "Hey! Aren't you... you're that rocker guy, from the bar! Aren't you? Oh, my Gosh!"

She smiles broadly. So does the fella, and they approach. "Got a sec? We'd just love an autograph."

Perception, please, along with your post.

**Crowley** · Nov 15th, 2014 09:59 PM

Crowley hears voices. He turns, bemused in the fuddle of fresh air and remnant beer fumes, flush with the Power of Music and the Promise of Groupie love. The music is in him, you know...

"Hey? Um. Yeah. Uh... eh... hey I'm just covering for a friend, yo." He remembered when The Four Horsemen played and rocked the universe. When groupies would fling themselves at him from all directions and crazy music journalists stalked him for a scoop. "Ah... you should tracking the other guys down. Thyey're the real band." He tried a self effacing smirk. Its subtle. Crowley doesn't do subtle... not when he chews scenery for a living.

Do the couple look like they'd hang out in the bar where Crowley played? At present, I'm assuming he's a little tipsy and probably not overly thinking what is going on. He's not suspicious - in the Awakened sense of the word. Yet.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-09 22:28:01		Crowley rolls 6 to GNO 2 + Time 2 + 2 HS (10 Again)		1, 2, 10, 8, 1, 7, 3		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-09 22:32:08		Crowley perceives... rolls 5 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)		3, 10, 5, 5, 2, 10, 5		2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2014-11-10 00:25:25	Mage ST rolls 6 to do something insignificant (10 Again)	2, 10, 4, 6, 1, 5, 7	1 success
2014-11-10 00:25:16	Mage ST rolls 6 to do something insignificant (10 Again)	3, 3, 10, 6, 1, 6, 8	2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-11 16:48:29		Crowley perceives... rolls 4 to Wits + Occult (10 Again)		8, 4, 10, 3, 3		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-11-12 12:29:23		Mage ST rolls 6 to do something insignificant (10 Again)		6, 10, 4, 8, 8, 2, 6		3 successes

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