(449) Kingdom Come

[West]

For Tuesday and Strix, it's old hat. A step now, and then... then. It will be the first time, though, that there hasn't been any indication where they're going. Only what needs to be done, and more time than they've ever had before. Cosmati tile gives way to cobblestone and a moonlit sky.

Rising above them with a fantastical majesty is a castle. Lit in azure and pink floodlights, the gleaming white walls and sky-blue turrets sparkle and glow.

Cinderella Castle, Magic Kingdom, Walt Disney World. Nestled in Lake Buena Vista of Orlanda, it's roughly two hours away from last night's murder of Gianni Versace in Miami. A nearby clock in the abandoned town square shows that it's shortly after 2am. The park is closed and quiet, save for the screeching of crickets.

It's 1997. Ten years after the iconic Miami Vice television series and a year after the movie Birdcage. Next month, Diana Spencer, Princess of Wales will die and interrupt Seinfeld, Friends, and ER.

In seven days Andrew Cunanan will complete his ritual.

Day One, 2:15a

Feb 2017

(449) Kingdom Come

Feb 2017

(449) See Whats Become

Mar 2017

(449) Come All Ye Faithful

Mar 2022

(2203) A less chatty corner

Mar 2022

(2203) Apollo and Co.

[Tuesday]

Stepping between Then and Now (Or what it Now and Then?) was something that Tuesday was getting used to. She knew what to expect. Except. You know. Cinderella Castle. Knowing they were hunting a scelesti a week away from completing his pact with an Acamoth...she was expecting to have to scramble off a corpse while the police ran after them, or something.

If there had to be flood lights Tuesday was expecting clear ones and not. You know. Pink and Blue ones.

But yeah. Definitely not expecting Walt Disney World.

Like. Soooo not expecting Walt Disney World.

But. Yeah. She's as nervous as she'd been expecting. So. That's good...?

Question mark. Like all the Question Marks. Like a row of 'em. Or maybe a whole wall of 'em.

How the hell was she supposed to feel?

Fuck it.

A hand rakes through her hair before dropping, replaced by the Golden Glyphs bloom around the Unicorn. Fate Wraps around her in protection, while twin lenses cover her hazels.

Abnormally quiet for the Unicorn, she waits for the others to recombobulate.

But she does keep an eye on Faye , the women wasn't an Acanthus any longer because of their actions Last Time. And this was the Now-Shaman's first Trip. Tuesday didn't know if anything...weird would happen to the blond.

Rolls and Equipment

(Blarg I Hate doing Equipment, I never know what to include. (or what I'm going to need. Especially in the past for a week!) But here goes...)
A short form copy of Andrew Cunanan Wikipedia page, a few water bottles, protein bars and some trail mix, a first aid kit, brass knuckles, magical tool(d20), a change of cloths and she's wearing her Leather Jacket (Reinforced Clothing), and a pair of worn work boots. And you know the rest of her outfit. Now's not the time to be bare ass nude!

  1 suxx Fate Shield

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-02 13:48:32		Tuesday rolls 5 to Fate Shield (Fate 3 + Gnos 2) (10 Again)		8, 6, 2, 4, 2		1 success

  failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-02 13:48:44		Tuesday rolls 5 to Fate Sight (Fate 3 + Gnos 2) (10 Again)		7, 6, 2, 4, 4		failure

  2 suxx Fate Sight

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-02 13:49:01		Tuesday rolls 4 to Fate Sight (Fate 3 + Gnos 2-1retry) (10 Again)		8, 9, 7, 3		2 successes

[Avis]

Once upon a time, a Daisy had dreamed of lights blooming above a castle made of rainbows. Snuggled into bed, with Mr. Fluffnstumps the Bear, and Blankensnuffle the Elephant, the fuzzy warmth surrounding her, the sound of grand symphonies playing for dancing broom and soaring wales had been the soundtrack that heralded sleep. Yet, one night, those dreams had disappeared, devoured by screams and washed away in blood.

Yet, somehow, years before that day, the Daisy now stood looking up at that castle made of rainbows, though under a different name.

Her mouth tasted like ash, and drifts of smoke curled up from her nose as she glared disdainfully out at the land of dreams and bullshit.

"You know," Daisy Avis said, the lit cigarette still hanging from her lips. "Looking at all of this, I kind of feel like killing someone, too."

[Avis]

Sorry for forgetting rolls and stuff!

  6 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-04 03:44:13		[03] Avis rolls 6 to Sight and Sheild Rit(gnos3+space5-2) (10 Again)		9, 5, 4, 3, 6, 1		1 success
2017-02-04 03:44:13		[02] Avis rolls 6 to Sight and Sheild Rit(gnos3+space5-2) (10 Again)		9, 7, 7, 5, 3, 10, 9		3 successes
2017-02-04 03:44:13		[01] Avis rolls 6 to Sight and Sheild Rit(gnos3+space5-2) (10 Again)		1, 4, 4, 10, 9, 7, 6		2 successes

2 successes for advanced duration of 1 day, and 2 potency each. Equipment is phone/bow and belt/quiver! Also, a pack of cancer sticks and a zippo.

[Strix]

Rituals in the safety of the Sanctum ensured that Strix at the very least wouldn't need to worry about Shielding and Sight for now, which left enough time to go and ponder other worrisome things about this particular trip. They knew what to do but not where to go, they had to find Andrew Cunanan within a week or fail stop whatever ritual he was working on.

It certainly wouldn't be anything you found in Disneyland. Maybe a Disneyland for whatever creature the mad mage had gone and struck a deal with, maybe.

Speaking of Disneyland, Strix was quite surprised to step through the portal and find himself here, looking at Cinderella's Castle.

"Aw, come on. This is a magical place," Strix said in reply to Avis, looking around thoughtfully. "Though I wonder why we're here. I'd expected to be closer to...where it happened." Wishful thinking for the most part, these portals didn't seem to work exactly that way, considering they appeared quite some distance away from the Bastille last time they went through.

It was probably more along the lines of 'safest place to appear'.

Glancing at where he had come from the portal, Strix took a few steps away to make room for anyone else who would pass through. Meanwhile he said, "At least we don't have to come in cosplay this time, hm?"

Equipment

Clothing he's currently wearing, change of clothing, magical tool (Leather Wristband Watch), wallet with cash money (~500$), bowie knife, MREs, bottles of water, multi-tool on his belt, smartphone, messenger bag, first aid kit, weatherproof matches.

[Aurora]

After casting a shield on herself, and packing a few things into a bag, Faye went through the portal. Being as this was her first time, she wasn't sure what to expect, and part of her still nagged that going back in Time wasn't a good thing.

But going from Sacramento to Disney World threw her for a loop. Once she feels her feet on the ground and stands there for a second allowing her body and mind to accept that things were ok, the castle was taken in. She’d been to Florida before, but hadn’t actually been in the park that was Disney. Driven by, and of course seen pictures online. But this was pretty impressive, kinda cool looking.

Attention turns to those already here, “Well, that’s fun.” Referring to going back in Time. A hand reaches to tuck long blonde strands behind her ear as she shifts her messenger bag on her shoulder.

Faye has her cell(smart phone) first aid kit and a change of clothes

2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-04 07:55:36		Faye rolls 7 to Organic Resilience(Life+Gno) (10 Again)		10, 6, 5, 1, 1, 6, 8, 4		2 successes

[West]

Nearby, a volt of vultures settle with heavy wings beats. It's a sound that only Tuesday hears, just as she is the only one to see the shadows around them shift and twist. No, not shadows at all, but impossibly dense swarms of billions of tiny arachnid legs moving in matte-black furred unison. Creeping forward.

Avis' eyes are blind to the shifts and settling of what might be; instead, tuned to the fabric of distance and location. They're eyes that know exactly how far she is from each person, even how long her cigarette is and how much it's diameter and length changes with every inhale. The world around her is usually smooth and glass-like, save for the cracks and holes she punches through to enter Consilium rather than walk or drive. But not this time. Faint cracks radiate out from the castle. Delicate lace that grows thicker if she traces back to the source.

It might surprise Strix to see just how much solid 'brick' and 'stone' around them is plywood and cardboard. Carefully textured and painted to create the beautiful, fantastic setting, it's almost appropriate that nearly every substance he looks at is far less substantial than it seems. A world of lies. Except one.

Eventually, all Eyes turn to the same place.

The Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

Or rather, the service entrance to the Boutique set into the side of the Castle behind large, dense shrubs.

[Tuesday]

A full body shudder forces the Unicorn into movement, twitching as Hazels dart up, down and around. She speaks, her voice sounding distant in her ears, "I don't think it's the fairy princess thing that's gonna have you wanting to kill someone, but the inky mass of ick that's gonna be barreling down on us." Even distant her voice was firm. With a certainty born of seeing What Could Be. What Would Be if they didn't Do Something.

Hazels see the Murder of Crows Jolt of Vultures, and the twisting writhing mass of shadowy spider and shivers again, Hazels already searching until. Bibbidi Bobbidi "Boo-yah."

Already moving, a brisk walk towards the shrub hidden service entrance, "This might be a magical place, but it's dark, slimey and gross." Tuesday and Spiders. Just Nope. A whole world of nope. Nopeity. Nope. Nope. Nope.

At the door, Tuesday waits. Hazels locked on the twisting writing shadows. She didn't feel like Lucking herself to have a better chance at unlocking the door, or shifting the odds to find the door already unlocked. Not when they had an Avis here. Sure that's it. And totally not the twisting writhing shadows. Beady eyes, twitching legs, and mandibles. Inching their way closer and closer...

[Avis]

"You're wrong," Avis countered, turning to fix Tuesday with a cold, dead eyed stare.

She didn't say anything more, just stared at the Unicorn while pieces of ash fell from the end of the cigarette dangling from her lips. And, when Tuesday looked away, Avis turned her the empty stare to Strix, her expression completely devoid of emotion. The only acknowledgement he got was a shallow nod. She couldn't imagine going to ancient Europe on a hunt like this. She couldn't even imagine the hunt as it was, now. The fucking fairy castle and cutesy stores made it surreal enough.

But, then, Tuesday found what they were looking for, and Avis took the cigarette from her lips and dropped it into a small, metal ashtray that she'd brought with her. It was basically just a metal tube with a lid, but it kept errant sympathetic connections on her person, and so it was good enough.

Then, cancer stick out of the way, Avis slipped her lockpicks out of her pocket and approached the door. The lock, much like that damn fairy castle, turned out to be made of much cheaper material than she'd at first thought, and soon the door was open and they were free to step inside.

[Strix]

"It gets better." Strix told Faye when she joined them, grinning at her before looking around.

Strix supposed there was (stage) magic in how the materials were used to give the illusion of splendor, though he quickly found himself distracted by the entrance to one particular shop. "Huh," was his initial reply as he followed behind the others towards service entrance. Not seeing what Tuesday did with her Sight, he shrugged lightly, "looks just lesser to me than anything else, really."

With their current destination already located, Strix didn't really think it necessary to elaborate much on it.

When Avis opened the door, Strix waited to see if anyone stepped in first and, when no one did, he decided to just go ahead and do so. Looking around and, if necessary, feeling at the wall next to the door for a light switch. "Well," he muttered over his shoulder to the others, "let's go inside."