(449) See Whats Become

[West]

Miami. It's where neon goes when it dies, especially in the 90s. The soft pinks and blues of Cinderalla Castle pale in comparison to the garish signage all along the street. It's a sensory assault from the dimly-lit, musty storage room. Avis steps out from behind a dumpster framing an alleyway. Across the street is South Beach nightclub. It's mayhem. Closing time. Streets are packed with cars and taxis, occasionally voicing their outrage with strident horn honks. The same streets are filled with people, bleeding out from the shoulder to shoulder mass on the sidewalk outside of the club. Both club security and uniformed police try to bring order to the chaos as blitzed party-goers do their damnedest to find a hook-up in their final minutes. This is where Andrew Cunanan came. Somewhere in that mess, he might be. "Ooooof!" Something hits Avis low, and in the stomach. A kid bounces off of her, ducking into the alley just as she's stepped out. Five, maybe ten years old, with a shaved head and eyes full of daggers as the policeman who's been chasing him latches onto the arm of the fallen child. A leather wallet lays a few feet away, damning evidence. A well dressed older man walks briskly through the people and cars as he crosses the street to catch up.

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]

The neon seared her hazels. She'd forgotten how bright a downtown could be. Plus the you know. 90s downtown. It was just a tad more lurid then what she'd been expecting.

The crowd would probably be a problem. Since getting lost in one was easy. And hunting a murderizing chameleon through one. Not Good.

Oh look. A tiny little thief. How adorable. The cop with his hands on the boy was less so.

"Oh! Tommy! I've been looking all over for you!" The Unicorn wouldn't side with the cop. They just plain suck. "I'm so sorry sir. My little brother's autistic. He managed to get out and I've been looking for him all night. If he's done something....it's not his fault."

How much was known about autism in the 90s? Meh. It's still a buzz words right?

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-13 14:02:38		Tuesday rolls 5 to Lie like you mean it! (Manip 3 + Subterfuge 1 + DV 1) (10 Again)		5, 7, 1, 9, 6		1 success

[Avis]

Getting hit in the gut with a skull was definitely not on Avis' list of pleasant surprises on the other side of a portal, and it took her a few moments to get her breathing back under control and figure out exactly what the hell was going on. Thankfully, the Unicorn was faster off the mark.

You go, Tuesday.

"Uh-Hhhuh, he's quite the handful," Avis agreed, still sounding somewhat winded as she bent down to pick up the wallet. She wasn't entirely sure what she wanted to do with it, yet, but she knew it would be essential to shrugging off the pig. If worst came to worst, she'd throw a little hallucination out to season the bacon. Or...maybe she'd do a little more. Depended on how the oinker reacted.

[West]

A drop of blood from Avis' nose crests her thin upper lip, appearing from the shadow of her nose and falls. The weight of the droplet is peripheral to the pain of the Backlash. It's something she usually ignores, but this time it feels... different. Sensual. Not erotic or arousing, but a scraping against her nerves like the sweet pain of slowly tearing off a scab or pressing down on an ingrown nail.

Maybe Tuesday saw spasm that ran through the spiders when Avis cast. She's definitely too late to see scuttling darkness disappear into the sable mane. But how could she? Like an Obrimos Reading Matrices at a rave, she's suddenly confronted with the destinies of hundreds of people. Over there; strangers touch, and she hears a baby's wail. There, a group gets into a cab and she feels glass shattering and metal compressing. There, a pink slip and a gunshot. Smells of sex and vomit mingle with the dank odors of the night and street in a cacophony of possibilities.

"Miss, he's been picking pockets from this club for weeks."

The policeman's voice intrudes. It's slightly out of breath and amused. His eyes study Tuesday with a knowing look that says he isn't buying it -- but that he isn't going to make a big deal about it, either. He's friendly, but tired, a good guy trying to make the best of getting stuck on graveyard babysitting drunks. A good thing, too, given that both women realize that they can't produce identification if asked.

"You're bleeding."

His next words are for Avis, and could be a question. He looks at the kid he's got a hold of, silent accusation at their collision. The boy is staring at Avis, eyes falling, watching the drop of blood.

"I believe... that's my wallet."

The older man is nattily dressed. Someone with money a sense of style. He's got a smile that animates his face like someone much younger; that makes a person want to smile in return, and whisper a question about what the joke is. It's a smile that takes the hard edges off the palpable dignity and authority carried effortlessly. A white glyph is also carried. Lost in the crowd and lights before, it's visible and resolved as he approaches the group.

He's staring. Closer now, he too can see. First at Tuesday, then Avis. Staring. Lips move silently and he blinks. It's a moment lost in the confusion before the smile is back.

"Prudence. Desirae."

He held out a hand for the wallet.

"Why don't we leave these two to their business and go get some coffee?"

  1 success Po-Po vs Tuesday

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-16 10:56:19		Police rolls 6 to Don't Lie to the Po-Po (10 Again)		6, 1, 2, 10, 2, 6, 4		1 success

[Strix]

Passing through the portal, appearing behind a dumpster in some side alley, Strix took a moment to adjust to the change of scenery. Compared to Cunanan's lair, the streets were loud and better lit, noise everywhere that Strix shook his head to clear it a little before moving away from the dumpster with the intention to step onto the sidewalk and see where Avis and Tuesday were.

He didn't have to look for long, what with them standing there closer than expected. Even less had Strix expected to find himself with two cops, who restrained a kid from running away, and an older man.

He blinked owlishly.

"Huh," he said, followed by what came first to his mind as he looked between Avis and Tuesday, "making off to a different kind of party, hm?"

[Aurora]

Well...guess they were all going in. She steps in behind Strix, not really sure what she was expecting.

And Miami certainly wasn't on the top of her list. Though it did look like one could have quite the night here. Maybe she'd have to come back and check it out. But that was for later, she had to focus.

Stepping from behind the dumpster, and seeing where Strix went, she again follows. Moving to stand to the side of Strix, she looks from the guy to Avis and Tuesday.

[Avis]

It was tempting, more than tempting, to just hand over the wallet and let the pig take the kid away. They had a much larger problem to deal with. There was a thing that they had to catch A spider that could eat a man. A disease that could slip through the cracks of the world. An oozing puddle that spilled in tainted rivulets into the future...

Into large, rough hands pressing down over her own, hands pressing her flesh against a handle of wood and steel, into hot tears spilling down her face, blinding her eyes, yet doing nothing to hide the memory of ropy, red pieces of meat dripping blood onto the squirming body they had just been cut from...

Avis sniffed and brushed under her nose, smearing red across the back of her hand and onto her hoody. It would be easy to let this boy slip away, easy to forget his glaring eyes, and the hardness of his skull, but she couldn't. This was a moment, a moment to change the future, to change a life, and she couldn't let that go.

"We'll join you for coffee," Avis agreed, "but only if you agree not to press charges. He needs education, not punishment." The blood smeared hand gestured to the little thief.

"We'll watch over him," she said next, looking to the Cop. "Like my sis said, he's family."

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-18 04:04:04		Avis rolls 5 to Fatten up that bacon (manip2+subter3) (10 Again)		8, 3, 8, 8, 4		3 successes

[Tuesday]

Well. Everything's just gone all weird. Er. Weirder.

Faye and Strix come up behind them from the alley's dead end, and this old dude invited them for coffee. Because reasons?

Also, Tuesday's pretty sure she hadn't uttered her usual Time Trip Name this Trip yet. So. How'd this old dude know it?

Putting those questions away for the moment, Tuesday shifts closer to back Avis' play.

"Exactly," Tuesday nods, "As they say, violence begets violence. I know this wasn't violence exactly, but the sentiment's the same." she finishes with her most innocent and soft unicorn smile.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-19 22:22:26		Tuesday rolls 5 to It's for the best, really (Manip 3 + Persuasion 2) (10 Again)		1, 8, 2, 7, 8		2 successes

sorry if this sounds a little weird, i'm a sleepy sloth

[West]

Everything is getting weird. Er. Weirder.

The Sybil blows an icy wind across Tuesday's face, stinging like rain and tasting of salt while something twists and twines and ravels and falls apart before starting all over again between Avis and the boy. Held firmly by the policeman, he's still staring. Silently, though, sharp enough to keep his mouth shut.

The old man laughs softly, his eyes moving over Strix and lingering on Faye.

"Fine. Officer, I must have dropped my wallet. Thank goodness this... little... helpful... boy was there to find it."

There's a subtle eyeroll as he throws in with the world's worst fabrication. The policeman shakes his head, nonplussed at the turn of events.

"Whatever. I've got a full plate tonight," the uniform says, nodding to the mayhem in the streets still spilling out from the club. "But if I catch him here again..."

Reluctantly, he releases the boy, and begins crossing back over.

Across the street, Strix catches a glimpse of a face in the crowd. It could be Cunanan. He's staring at the old man.

As soon as the policeman turns his back, the boy bolts again. Kid's got jets.

[Strix]

Being ignored was honestly better than needlessly drawing any attention. It wasn't really that he had done anything wrong, but if he was to show his ID inside his wallet — which he would not, thank you very much — it'd tell them he should be 19 years old.

Which he obviously wasn't anymore.

The better the cops decided to pay them not much attention and move away from them — though Strix noticed this only in passing as he caught someone in the crowd on the other side who could very well be Cunanan. Maybe. Possibly.

"Is that…" He didn't finish the sentence as he stared across the street at the could-be target. Eyes narrowing as he tried to get a better look, since Avis and Tuesday were quite able to handle the old man.

  Trying to identify if the man is Cunanan or not; 2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-02-20 08:02:45		Strix rolls 5 to is it or is it not? (Wits 3 + Investigate 2) (10 Again)		9, 3, 2, 10, 5, 5		2 successes