Old, New, Borrowed, Blue

[Forn Clakes]

The strange message that was received at the Saint Valentine's Day party at the Blue Note back in mid-February. Time has passed since then to the date mentioned from Cecil Freeman, whomever that may be. It was a beautiful Sunday, the skies blue and clear, and even though a hint of Winter remained, Spring was certainly on the verge of taking control of the Freehold. It was imminent, in the air, guaranteed. This was the one thing that must always happen to keep the community of Sacramento safe. The Seasons must change.

Arriving at the Red Lion Hotel Hotel Woodlake Conference Center not long after lunch, the changelings who have received the note of aid can see that as they arrive, the exterior parking lot is quite busy and it the site of a bridal fair! How very Court of Desire!

Vintage cars and carriages await outside for scrutiny with couples entering the conference center, some giddy with excitement, others looking forlorn. Some have brought parents and best friends, others arrive on their own and determined to get ideas for impending nuptials. Emotions run high and laced throughout the fair is a mystery ready to be discovered.

Please narrate your arrival to the fair and meeting up. If anyone has wanted to make any type of investigation beforehand, makes Intelligence + Investigation or Computer rolls. Have fun!

[Malcolm Green]

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-09 05:42:31		Green investigates! rolls 5 to Intelligence + Investigation (10 Again)		10, 5, 6, 2, 9, 10, 9		4 successes

The mountain did not like surprises. So the letter that had made its way to him caused Green a certain amount of suspicion, trepidation, and outright annoyance. What was worse, the damn thing practically screamed out to be investigated, and the thought, once lodged in his brain, could not be shifted. He brooded. He ruminated. In the end he got decisive and started making some discrete inquiries of his own.

The mountain had heard the call. The mountain was going to turn up. But it didn't mean he wasn't going to try some legwork first - who the hell was Cecil Freeman? And was this whole thing a trap? Now his time had ran out and all that was left to do was play the hand he had been given.

Green walked towards the Conference Centre with his eyes open and his senses straining. Sometimes the best way to locate a trap was to spring it...

Will Green have had chance to find out more about the conference centre before he sets out? Its probably a moot point but I just want to note it for completeness. For reference, he will be trying to use his Kenning the first moment he gets.

[Lesingnon]

A secretive matter regarding the safety of the Freehold...at a bridal fair? He couldn't help but wonder if this was some sort of (very poor) joke. If it was, he was going to be quite annoyed.

And, apparently, he wasn't the only one to get a message about this. At least he couldn't think of any other reason why Malcolm Green would be here, and the large elemental was absolutely impossible to miss. So he picked his way through the throng towards his fellow Freeholder, silently hoping that no salesperson would try to waylay him. Because that just seemed as though it could be...awkward.

"I'm assuming...that you're here because one Mr. Freeman sent you a letter as well." He grins slightly in amusement, "Of course, I have been wrong on occasion."

  Investigating Cecil, 3 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-09 12:52:59		Rick Pereg rolls 8 to Int + Investigation + 1 (Pledge) (10 Again)		7, 9, 5, 9, 4, 8, 6, 7		3 successes

[Nathan Griffin]

  Alas, I've failed.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-09 15:56:50		Nathan rolls 3 to Intelligence + Investigate (10 Again)		5, 5, 2		failure

A bridal fair? You'd think the universe was trying to tell me something. No, he didn't want to look over the tuxedos, thank you very much. And would you kindly stop looking at me like that? No, of course they wouldn't. After Valentine's he had returned the suit, and he was back to his all dirty, uncompromising self. What a joy.

He hadn't the slightest idea who the hell this "Cecil Freeman" guy was, or why he had singled him out. He had tried to ask around to learn something about him, or at least about the Red Lion blah blah blah blah Really Long Name Hotel. Somehow his charming manner and impeccable dress sense hadn't been enough to get people to open up. Shocking. Either that or the rest of the neighborhood was as ignorant about all this as he was.

But he had gone nonetheless because... Well, because he really needed to do something with his time, that's why. And he had promised himself that he would try to be more useful around the Freehold, somehow. And because if this ended up being a trap at least he would be getting some much needed excitement in his life.

Making his way through the crowd he spotted a couple of familiar faces, 'ling faces, and made his way to them.

"Hey, Green," he offered an enthusiastic, almost sportsmanlike handshake. The other guy was vaguely familiar too. His mantle was what made him remember; he was with the Legate back in Valentine's Day. He nodded his head in recognition before offering him his hand as well. "Nathan Griffin. Pleasure meeting you. So, are you two getting married or did you end up here for the same reason I did?"

[Forn Clakes]

Green

The conference center has had this event planned for almost 6 months and is a pretty standard affair. It holds many such bridal fairs throughout the year and this one isn't particularly special. The conference center is open for all comers but a ticket is required to enter the bridal fair and those who wish to get access to every corner would need an employee swipe key

Andrea

Either through not enough time or some pretty apt subterfuge, Andrea fails to find out anything about Cecil

Rick

The only thing Rick can find out is that Cecil Freeman owns a limousine company in Sacramento and hires them out for various events. His business should be present somewhere at the bridal fair.

"Hello miss, do you have a ticket, or are you wishing to purchase one?" a man dressed in the hotel's uniform asks Andrea as she passes through the doors and enters the conference centre's foyer. Beyond the reception desk are some free drinks and snacks, no doubt put on by the hotel's catering staff for those who have paid to get in.

Outside, as Green, Nathan and Rick talk, streams of couples head towards the bridal fair, passing horse and carriages, and limousines that can be hired.

[Malcolm Green]

Green turned when he sensed the approach of the other Freeholders. He stuck out his hand mechanically for Nathan, not quite expecting the enthusiastic response he received.

"No. We're not getting married." Evidently the subtleties of humour missed the mark with this Elemental. With an respectful incline of the head toward Rick, Green continued. "Yeah. Got me a letter from some Cecil guy. Clever move - this place always has something going on. I bet even we could get in without too much trouble. Pay your money, get yer ticket, look like we belong, hey?"

He shifted ponderously so he could stare after the streaming line of mundanes. "Shame. I got no idea where to start looking."

[Lesingnon]

Rick nodded slightly as Green mentioned Cecil. "He owns a limo company, apparently, which rents them out for various events...like weddings. It should have a booth in there somewhere, I imagine that's where we'll find him."

Then he notes the approach of a woman he did not recognize, who'd apparently had a few run-ins with flame judging by some of the scars he picked up on at a glance. And she was looking for the same person as well. There's a glance towards Green and Nathan both, wondering if either of them recognized her. It could be a Freeholder with a hardened mask, he supposed. Though that was hardly the only possibility. "Umm...no, none of us. I...take it you're not looking for him to rent a limo?

[Nathan Griffin]

He raised his eyebrows in surprise when he recognized Rick's voice. He hadn't associated the man in Terri's arm with the number she had given him. All the better, he supposed. If he was going to have to work with him they might as well get start getting used to each other.

He shook his head at Rick's questioning look. Nope, don't know her. Was she a 'ling in disguise? Possibly. His hands had already started their stretching routine, however.

"Dear Cecil's the romantic type, isn't he?" he said with a somewhat tense smile. "Bit of a drama queen, though."