Graveyard by Night

[Aurora]

The chill up her spine answered one question. Winter had cast. And it also answered another question, the guy was Awakened. Cool.

So a simple nod was given to Winter, who seemed to always been on alert. An eyebrow quirks at him with a smirk, “Do you ever take a night off?” the tone was playful, just having a bit of fun. Trying to pull him out of his shell had become a bit of a game for her.

Back to Campanella, “Hide away?” a shake of her head, “Not really, my feet just carried me here, I had no destination in mind. Perhaps lady luck is still with me.”

Glancing around, “I’m always open to learning new things. Death has been one of those things I’ve dipped a toe in, but never really took the plunge so to speak."

When Morty mentioned Naga, she smiles, “I do know her. An enjoyable person to spend time with, very knowledgeable of things.” So Naga had met him.

A shake of her head, “Not for me. I simply didn’t want to go to the clubs, and decided to take a walk. And found myself here.” Simple.

[Winter]

He shrugs, "Saturdays are for leisure. Why, you asking me out on a date?", he replies playfully.
Naga was indeed a cool gal, he doesn't however let it out, instead he nods at the Shaman's words, before butting in the conversation.
So, she wanted to learn death, while the Moros wanted to contemplate. Add in the new guy.
"I'm Damien", he says, "just call me that"
It didn't mean he couldn't have a bit of fun at their expense, "Odd to meet you here, thought you all knew that this cemetery is actually haunted", he taps his feet against the bare ground, "the site of a mass suicide", he bullshits.

[Campanella]

"Ah! So that was the vibration I felt earlier..."

There was a wicked little gleam in Campanella's eye when he responded to Winter

To Eulogy

"I know of Naga as well. Very respectable. Unfortunately, I don't know her as well as I should do. So... You are a morose child of nyx. I've plunged into some Stygian depths in my time as well. Do you share her affiliations?"

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

"As for blundering into a little group working... let me assure you, that would be a no. For the moment. I had simply stepped out for some quiet solitude. As was Madison by the feel of things. Damien, ever observant as always, decided to check in on us when the opportunity presented itself. Which is nice."

To Aurora with a little smile playing on his lips.

"Well. If you wanted to take the plunge, now is the ideal time..."

[Eulogy]

It seems Naga has the necessary pull after all. Well that works out good for me. Eulogy nodded politely when appropriate, showing the others he was paying attention to the conversation even if not directly involved. When there was a natural dip Eulogy took the opportunity to answer Bartram Campanella . ”While I do share an affiliation with the night, I feel that is just a personal proclivity. I have been to the tower of lead and given my coin to the reaper. So there is that.” he said jovially.

”I am glad I did not intrude. It is nice to meet like minded individuals who are part of the same club as me. Even better when we share similar past experiences.” He looked at Damien Winter as the man mentioned hauntings in the cemetery. OH! Those poor souls. Trapped here. Unable to move on. He thought. ”Oh? Well now, you have piqued my interest. How many people? Who were they? Why did they do it? Where are they buried?” His manner shifted to excitement and his face took on a look of a child in a candy store as he turned his attention to Madison Aurora . ”I love a good ghost story. Don’t you?” He licked his lips in excitement. ”If I am parsing correctly, Bartram is offering to show you a bit of Arcanus Mortem."

He turned back to Bartram ”Maybe we can get one of the dearly departed to tell us the story eh?’ with a sideways smirk at Damien.”I can’t think of a better way to spend Halloween then being told a ghost story by an actual ghost. Then we can see what’s to be done about helping them transition into their next existence.”

[Aurora]

Smirking, “Now if you said Sundays were for leisure, I just might. But Saturdays just don’t work.” She bats back.

Damien. Noted.

An eyebrow quirks, “Mass suicide?” there was a hint of disbelief in her voice. If there was a place in Sacramento that had been the site of a mass suicide, surely she would have heard about it.

“One thing about Sacramento, everyone’s good about looking out for each other. And I agree, it is nice.” A little sense of security.

A chuckle to Campanella, “Is it now? As some with a, lets say, initiate, sense of it, I’m not opposed. But what do you feel will be gained?” she asks with a hint of a sly smile.

Seemed Morty was all about the mass suicide thing. A slight shrug, “Ghost stories are ok. But as someone who has personal experience with things like ghosts and spirits, I find them a bit dull at times. But I’m willing to listen if someone has one.” Why not. “Oh, I know some of it. Only dabbled here and there.” It was fascinating, that was for sure. “Though I am curious and anxious to learn more.” Death could be interesting at times. And maybe it could help her.

Taking off her leather jacket, she places it on the ground and carefully sits. Carefully cause shirt, buttons, wardrobe malfunction, it was a thing. And she was not about that tonight. Long legs stretch out, “So, who’s got the story?”

[Winter]

"Ouch, that hurt", he replies in jest, "Way to turn a man down. Anyway, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Right?", he adds jokingly.
He frowns when they're a bit too free with the Truth. It might be a cemetery, but even the dead can tell a tale or two.
"Yeah. Mass suicide. Ever heard of the Barker's City Carnival Street Show?", he makes up on the spot.
How do you tell that this Guardian is lying? Simple, his lips are moving.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-11 20:14:31	Winter rolls 4 to Bullshit around Man+sub (10 Again)	3, 1, 9, 8	2 successes

[Campanella]

Campanella watched as Winter rolled out his fable.

It was a fable, wasn't it? Trouble was... With the Guardian there was always an element of truth. One never knew where the lie ended and the truth started, let alone if there was a lesson or a gobbet of wisdom hidden away, either. Star had been infuriating with that. Winter had always seemed too blunt... till now.

The Moros chose to play along, putting his trust in the Mighty Guardian.

"Yes I have."

A pause.

"You mean all that... happened here?"

And book keeping:-

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-12 03:52:12	Campanella to read the truth rolls 4 to Wits + Empathy - 1 unskilled (10 Again, WillPower)	10, 9, 5, 7, 2	2 successes

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-12 03:54:08	Campanella to lie as well rolls 8 to Manipulation + Subterfuge (10 Again, WillPower)	5, 3, 7, 7, 7, 1, 10, 4, 3	1 success

[Eulogy]

"Ohh, I am even more interested now, I have never heard of this Barker City Carnival show, do tell." Eulogy said with enthusiastic fervor. "Do you know which ones are haunting? where they are buried? Eulogy looked as though he was completely taken by Winter 's story.

Turning to Aurora he added. "I was thinking we let the dead tell us the story. If they are haunting they probably have a reason."

[Aurora]

A casual shrug, “Make your schedule more open and it would have been a successful shot.” She jokes back, “Be surprised the world it opens up.” Since when did Winter joke around anyway?

Eyes narrow slightly, “Wait, a Carnival Street Show?” she asks, doubt in her voice, “Giving what my profession was, why hadn’t I ever heard of this?” she asks, an eyebrow quirking.

Then Campy buys into it. Seriously? Were they trying to get one over on a semi-retired side show performer, or trying to get the new guy? She wasn’t sure. And just gives Campy a look, but says nothing.

But the new guy was all in.

“Oh, I’m sure they have stories they are willing to tell.” She begins, “For a price.” Because there was always a price with ghosts.

5 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2020-11-14 11:23:31	Aurora rolls 7 to You Lying?(Wits+Emp) (10 Again, WillPower)	8, 8, 10, 7, 8, 4, 3, 8	5 successes

[Winter]

Yeah, no shit. Madison Fucking Cross is his next-door neighbor, he should have known that she knows everything about Carnivals and more.
The Guardian bites his lips... not really, he tries to keep up the stoic facade. "Sunday then", he says.
"Maybe we should speak about this in a more... private venue. Even graves have ears. Besides, it happened before you were even born. Thirty years ago, you're barely twenty", the least he could do is save face.
Though the other two seem to have fallen for it. And here he thought the bookworms would be more skeptic than the Vogue cover-woman.
Prejudices, right? A dangerous belief to hold.