Fringe Elements

[Teeramus]

Chuck raised his eyebrows when Faye mentioned she could provide the show, wondering if that was just to embellishing the flirting or if she was actually some sort of performer. He tried to give her a winning smile to show that he was interested but his attention was taken by watching Morgan deliver his wager to Mr Clark.

There were those who would say Chuck was arrogant. If asked, he would have said that it was only in the areas where he was skilled or where he knew he was right that he showed such confidence. That's right confidence, not arrogance. Not knowing the skill of the other driver, nor even his own capability, Chuck wasn't confident enough to place a larger wager. So he was relieved when his opponent didn't challenge the amount. Though his smirk seemed to indicate he was less than impressed and Chuck gave him a cautious smile in return.

He gave Coco the smallest of waves as she departed, clearly onto her next fancy. He was amused but un-surprised that she had left as fast as she had arrived.

"No." Was all he said to Vivian with a excited looking smile before he turned to open the door of the Corvette and drop into the driver's seat. He had at least had time to get somewhat familiar with the vehicle, it being lower to the ground and having far more pick-up than SUV he had been driving the last few months. He slowly pulled it out through the thronging masses and made his way to where it seemed to race/s would be taking place and waited with anticipation.

[Star]

Whoah, yo. Khakis club isn't MENSA.

"I, like, loved 12 Monkeys. I think it's pretty funny, you know, that Bruce Willis was in one of the, hmmmm, best time travel movies? And then one of the worst. The, ummmm. Looper. Right. Looper." Time is a funny thing. It's like what they said in Interstellar. More funny? That a person can be the best and worst of themselves. Some people call that a body of work. Ups. Downs. Career Limiting Moves.

But it's really just about selling tickets, right?

"Ummmm. Sure? I guess?" Dubious tones make questions not really questions. Isolated? Sure. Never by intelligence.

"But, I think, life is like that. You know? Too much of anything," a hand fluttered up, then down, "Off baseline? Is isolating. I think... I think, maybe, the thing of it is, is you have to See it. And then, either," the hand moved to the center, "Kind of. Hmmm. Settle? Or just accept. That you're, like, not the same."

Get out the waders, yo, it's getting deep.

"Was she, uh. Was she isolated, too?"

Maybe khakis and different girls go together.

[Aurora]

“Well she defiantly is a beauty.” She compliments the car.

There was a shake of her head, “Can’t say I’ve been to a race before, but it is certainly exciting.” Wink.

When Chuck smiled, she returned it, seeing how the race was about to start. She a little bit of car knowledge, but not enough to take a guess as to who would win. But she did know the Vet would beat her car, so maybe it could beat the Mercedes?

She wasn’t broke or anything, but business was kinda slow, so she couldn’t afford to throw money on a race. But the desire and the thrill of betting and taking the chance with Fate and luck was too strong.

Her hand reaches into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out some money, smiling to Vivian,

“Two hundred on the Corvette.” She says with a playful grin and holding up her money.

[InvertedMonkey]

What would I be willing to risk to Coco? Nothing. The answer is immediate. She might trust the Fairest as a member of the Freehold, to not do her physical harm, but that doesn't mean the Claviger would have her best interests at heart. Coco had already been badmouthing Ramona behind her back, you don't volunteer ammo to that kind of person.

She glances up at Green. His wager is interesting, but she honestly has nothing of reciprocal value. "Too rich for my blood, I think. I might sit this one out." Two hundred dollars, the other wagers on offer, would just about drain the budget she'd allowed for fun tonight. Even if she felt pretty good about the Mercedes' chances.

[Asa]

Like a lazy white tiger, Asa's car slipped over to the starting line.

Eyes glanced over at the other driver, and a hint of ivory flashed with a smile. In darkness, not everything is what it seems; and his car, like him, was a hidden predator. With over 800HP and a top speed that broke the 200MPH mark, the Brabus 850 was a Beast in it's own right. And like a lissome Daeva, concealed power far beyond appearance.

Memories drifted backwards, remembering Elle Moiraine and her car.

A hint of soft laughter was still rippling outward, as he crossed the finish line. People had lived and died, lifespans passed, before he'd ever learned how to drive. One of the advantages of the Requiem. The car stopped, returning to it's motionless elegance. Asa got out, leaning against, waiting for the other car to finish.

  2 rolls to reach 20 Successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-04-06 13:33:35		[02] Asa Clarke rolls 26 to SLEEPER Dex + Drive + Spec (8) + Handling (5) + Acc (+12) -0 Safe Speed +1 Diff (9 Again)		9, 1, 4, 4, 7, 1, 8, 7, 2, 8, 2, 5, 1, 4, 1, 10, 5, 9, 6, 8, 2, 5, 10, 10, 4, 10, 3, 2, 8,		13 successes
2015-04-06 13:33:35		[01] Asa Clarke rolls 26 to SLEEPER Dex + Drive + Spec (8) + Handling (5) + Acc (+12) -0 Safe Speed +1 Diff (9 Again)		2, 4, 10, 5, 6, 9, 6, 10, 3, 7, 1, 4, 4, 4, 2, 10, 2, 10, 1, 6, 8, 1, 6, 6, 6, 9, 8, 9, 6, 9, 5,		11 successes

[Star]

Some people are waiting to be found.

It's not always about them, sometimes, the person doing the finding is the one that needs it. Sometimes they both need it. He'd found a grey wraith haunting alcoves.

"Did she? After? Did she see what you saw? Did you show her?"

Sometimes, that means more than everything else. Flowers. Lights. Movies. It's hard to see yourself, yo. Even in a mirror, it's reversed. It isn't True. Especially when some thing, you don't want to see, or aren't looking for.

Or think that they're Just Not There.

Unless you're shown.

[Coco]

"Too rich for your blood?" Coco scoffed, staring incredulously at the smith. "You get to set the terms of the bet! How could it possibly get any less rich! You just don't desire to bet! Well why not? Why else would you be here tonight?" the Claviger irascibly inquired, oblivious to the race as the cars lined up.