Jeff Maverick, late of San Francisco, has been staying at the Ridge Motel.
By day the Ridge Motel is an ugly and decrepit motel on the edge of town, surrounded by fields and the seedier fringe of the urban sprawl as it stretches out along I-80. At night it is no less ugly. Run down and surrounded by thick shadow, it is precisely the place you don't want to crash after a long drive. The place seems to attract the wrong crowd and the flickering lights and general state of the place doesn't add to the sense of security. Here is a motel where you sleep with an eye open. Or else.
If Mable
Psychangel
want's to hide she will have to make a
Dexterity + Stealth check. She will get + 2 bonus dice to the roll reflecting the shadows and general ambience of the local area.
The rented car Mable saw Jeff Maverick use is not in the parking lot.
Twist walks quietly across the black void of the almost empty parking lot, her feet scraping on the uneven and cracked concrete. The only person up at this hour is the solitary staff running the counter in the tiny foyer. He is a lean, haunted man with too much stubble on his battered and lined face; he had been staring down at a something on his lap with vacant intensity, only realising Twist's presence at the last minute.
"Guh?" He manages to exclaim, cigarette hanging limply from his mouth. There is a flurry of movement as he reorients himself and the soft thud of paper on the floor behind the counter. Slow simian intelligence catches up with him and he accepts that yes, a beautiful and delicate woman is standing in his foyer. Right now. His awful mouth creaks into a grin. The air is stale and stinks of garlic.
Depending on what
Twist
deltadream
does next, we are looking at either
Intimidation, Persuasion, or
Subterfuge. Assuming the Daeva uses Skills rather than Disciplines. Striking Looks will apply.
Presence
Striking Looks
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