(PRP) PwF - Journalists sweep

[Bigpaw]

Please state in your first post what preparations you made, and which spells are active, if any. Thank you.

Nightfall in Winter Sacramento meant hardly past 5:00 PM. Having decided to pose as journalists, Ermon Ermac Fluke decided to meet up on 4th St, right next to Sactown Magazine. It would give them a first view of the eastern part of the building, as well as perhaps help build up their credibility should anyone pay attention.

On their way, they at least managed to get a confirmation. There was indeed a patrol car stationed near the Wong Center.

[Jag]

Fluke arrived shortly after Ermac, looking fairly casual but dressed for the winter weather. He had his messenger bag with him, which didn't contain much of anything asides from his tarot deck. Taking note of the other Libertine, the Acanthus approached him, offering a quick wave and a smile.

"Hey," he said in greeting. "How's it going?"

  magickz!

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-01-07 12:15:51		Fluke rolls 7 to Gnosis+Fate+HS to cast "The Sybil's Sight" (10 Again)		3, 3, 10, 10, 8, 8, 9, 8, 9		7 successes
2015-01-07 12:15:37		Fluke rolls 8 to Gnosis+Time+HS to cast "Temporal Dodge" (10 Again)		9, 6, 9, 5, 3, 3, 7, 4		2 successes

[Ermon]

Equipment and preparation

  Third Eye 2xx, Misperception 3xx, both 24h

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-01-07 13:18:46		Ermon rolls 8 to Misperception (Gno + Mind + HS -1 ambient Mana for 24h) (10 Again)		6, 5, 8, 8, 1, 4, 8, 6		3 successes
2015-01-07 13:18:07		Ermon rolls 6 to Third Eye (Gno + Mind + HS - 24h duration) (10 Again)		3, 5, 10, 4, 7, 6, 9		2 successes

  Cooking a meat pie, subtract what you will from the right, it's still fine

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[07] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		8, 4, 6, 7, 2, 1, 8, 7		2 successes
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[06] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		2, 5, 10, 8, 8, 8, 10, 2, 7, 9		6 successes
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[05] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		1, 7, 9, 2, 2, 4, 5, 10, 1		2 successes
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[04] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		3, 4, 2, 5, 8, 6, 1, 5		1 success
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[03] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		2, 6, 8, 2, 9, 7, 8, 9		4 successes
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[02] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		8, 4, 9, 5, 6, 8, 9, 2		4 successes
2015-01-07 13:38:24		[01] Ermon rolls 8 to cook the meat pie (Wits + Crafts + Spec) (10 Again)		5, 3, 8, 7, 2, 2, 5, 9		2 successes

Ermon will spend some time working on his appearance and posture beforehand, if you'd like me to roll something for the preparations, please say so.

Equipment: lockpick set under the suit (+1 to lockpicking Larceny checks), magic tool (worn iron coin), fake ID (New Identity [dot /][dot /]), a wallet with monthly Resources 3 amount of money.

For the Warlock the art of impersonation wasn't just work - it was the pinnacle of conmanship. Being another person came easily but to become an afterthought, a fleeting but pleasant memory... He has recently acquired some good quality papers for one Lawrence Heatsrow. The man's existence was barely backed up by a cursory trail in government databases but his occupation more or less existed only in Ermon's mind: an investigative journalist, coming to news-worthy events after the police were done with their initial investigations, using a mixture of social connections and skills to uncover new stories and sell them to the highest bidder to be published under somebody else's name.

And his two underlings for whom he had printed two bogus ID cards. Hopefully, those won't be coming under any scrutiny.

The suit was also important: not new, not worn, not expensive, not cheap. Just a man, trying to earn a living and impress through the shine of his shoes, if not through their pricetag.

The Warlock gets out of a cab near the Sactown Magazine and approaches the other two Mages, nodding in appreciation at their casual, non-impressive appearance:

"Hey, Jack, Edward. Please take your credentials for tonight, I don't want the boss to be pissed at us. For not spreading the word that we matter", - the up-and-coming journalist curls his lips in disdain at the man who thinks that PR is more important than honest work.

The plastic badges carry "Heart's Independent Journalist - you have the place, we have the content!" printed on them along with the names.

In his free hand Ermon carries a large bag with mouth-watering smells coming from it.

[Jag]

Fluke offered a quick wave to Ermon as the Warlock joined them. "Right. We definitely wouldn't want that," he said in response to his words, taking the badge with the name "Jack" attached to it. Looks legit, he thought to himself, slightly amused by the name of the fake organization Ermon had come up with.

As the mouth-watering scent reached his nostrils, the Acanthus turned his attention to the bag his colleague was carrying. "Man, that smell..." he said, letting his words trail off as his stomach grumbled. "You gonna share that with the rest of us?" A sly grin formed across his lips as he asked the question.

[Ermon]

Ermon grins at their praise. He is quite proud of his cooking, even when he's in disguise:

"Nah, don't mention it. Yours are just prints on fancy paper made on the company printer", - his own papers are a real ID, of course.

"Sadly, this is not for us, it's for the poor officers stuck all day in front of a building nobody cares about. But ask me once this shindig is over and I'll treat you to something even better", - the journalist gestures in the direction of the hotel, - "You guys ready?"

[Jag]

Fluke was slightly disappointed at the fact that he wouldn't get to try whatever was in Ermon's bag that smelled so good. However, he did his best to ignore the savory scent and focus on the task at hand. "I look forward to it," he said in regards to the Warlock's comment about treating them to something even better, a slight grin forming across his lips.

After a brief paused, the Acanthus nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be," he said in response to Ermon.

[Ermon]

OOC

Sorry for the delay, guys, crazy first week at work

Ermon nods to his teammates:

"Ok, so our damn boss sent us in here way after the original fire: we are just like those cops who are stuck guarding a pile of burned crap. We try to establish rapport, looking miserable and helpful - you two help me - and then we get permission and walk inside. If all else fails, I'll work some mojo in there".

The Warlock then motions for Fluke and Ermac to follow him to the cop car parked across the hotel and knocks at the window, waiting for it to lower.

[Bigpaw]

It's still early, but already getting dark, and the journalists can't really see what's inside the car before the window lowers.

Stereotypes. They exist for a reason; you feel like you meet them more often not.

The older of two cops looked at Ermon warily, while his teammate had his hand on his knees. "Can I help you, sir ?" he asked quickly, in the tone everybody uses to mean 'and please let it be no, so that you can sod off at once'. No nap made for grumpy cops.