(Grey Hoods) Coffee and Doughnuts

[Saber Sloth]

Jan 2021

(Grey Hoods) What's a Cult

Mar 2021

(Grey Hoods) First Sight

Mar 2021

(Grey Hoods) Titania Texts Rhodes

May 2021

(Grey Hoods) Coffee and Doughnuts

Aug 2022

(Grey Hoods) Unionized

Sep 2022

(Grey Hoods) Warehouse U

Jan 2023

(Grey Hoods) Info Dump

Feb 2023

(Grey Hoods) Freezer Burn

May 2023

(Grey Hoods) Lunchables

Jul 2023

(Grey Hoods) Pub Grub

Sep 2023

(Gray Hoods)Caffeine High

Nov 2023

Frankie Found

The Lost and the Cultists Union break from the alley and head to the café the Blueberry Elf recommends. It isn't close to Funderland, and it is not Garden Grounds. It isn't a run down café equivalent to a dive, but it also wont ask questions like why the fuck dose your baseball bat have nails sticking out of it?! or holy fuck is that a shotgun?! instead the café asks if the group of heavily armed and clearly agitated folks needed the backroom, and if they'd like their coffee with cream or whiskey.

When they're situated, Matty is nearly bodily thrown into the bathroom, with a balled pair of sweats tossed into his face so he could clean up.

Once they have their drink of choice (as Irish as they'd wish) and two boxes of assorted doughnuts between them, Baseball Bat asks, ever so eloquently.

"So. The fuck?"




Abyssalstar Sonnie Wu Vincent Titania Circe Origins Gerrit Aeolus

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie actually liked this run-down place. It was adventuresome! Like at any minute you could get into a fist fight with a drug dealer! Unfortunately, this probably meant the donuts were lousy.

But... donuts are still donuts.

Sitting down, she kept herself in a good spot to keep all the Union kids in view, as well as the entrances and exits. Titania's safety was still her responsibility. Sort of. At least she felt that way. Best to stay on guard.

Meanwhile, what to say? The Beast, if was being honest with herself, was worried she'd tell too much. There were many things that they couldn't say to these mortals. Not without violating their oath to the freehold. Admittedly, the details might be a little fuzzy, but why risk it? Just speaking with them at all felt borderline, and the Wyrd could be harsh.

The answer? Sonnie shoved a chocolate donut in her mouth and let the Summer Queen take the lead.

Equipment: Hedgespun quarterstaff (+1 DMG), hedgespun boots (+2 SPD), hedgespun pendant (+1 DEF), 3 throwing knives (concealed), ziploc baggie with 2 ertwens, thermos with 1 dose of coupnettle tea, smartphone, bottle of water, bag of flamin' hot cheetos, plastic keychain of cartoon cloud blowing wind.

Glamour 8/13, Health 8/8, Willpower 4/4

All Hedgespun active.

[Circe]

That gets a chuckle from Circe, "Ya beat me to it," she sips her coffee. Not high quality stuff but needs must. No way were they going to Garden Grounds, especially is some of them could see through the Mask. "Not enemies was, well, not what I fucking expected. Or spending this much on donuts. Also," this is directed at Mr. Baseball, "Props fer the classic. Most folks go fer barbed wire now because of that show."

Circe inhales the coffee smell as she sits up straight. "We are both paranoid groups, I'm sure that is understood. How much each gives depends on how much the other already knows." That was fair and honest. Trust wasn't going to be big here. Unless Circe had this Union by the short hairs, she wasn't about to tell them about the Lost, Keepers, and fae business if they were ignorant.


"Fffuck it. There's shit that goes bump in the night, some nice and some nasty," that was a start. "The seconds tends bumpier, loud, and," she struggles with the word. "Adventitious? Eh, they fuck everyone. In the bad way. Understandable that the former would bump back."


A pitch to similarity with these mortals? Yes. Yes it was. Summer did indeed strike back against Them instead of trying to hide, forget, or study. So it wasn't a false analogy. For Circe at any rate. "Security will limit both our answers ta some questions. I respect that ya won't give away the farm fer beans, so don't expect us ta do it fer peanuts. Look at what we both DIDN'T know this afternoon. You didn't know the horny prick had enemies. We didn't know ya weren't a cult. Improvement. So, what do ya still want ta know? And what do we want ta know?"


Because Circe wasn't sure what the others wanted to get out of this.

Kit

Laptop Carrying Case, 2 flash drives, smart phone, LED flashlight, Grey hooded coat, leather gloves, Thin Kevlar Vest, Hedgespun Multitool, shoulder holster Colt pistol (fiber optics) with 2 spare clips and a box of ammo (20 rounds), boot holster with knife, 4 Ertwen Healing Fruits and 1 Jarmyn Fruit, 1 roll of duct tape, water bottle, $200 cash

Status

HP 7, WP 3, Def 3, Armor 1/2-BP

[Titania]

Eeew, it's not exactly the most upscale place in the world, and it cast a long shadow on Circe's own habits. But it would have to suffice for the time being.
She slips into one of the available chairs. Supposedly the place didn't have tea, so she'll have to settle on something much stronger.
She listen as Circe fires the first round of questions.

Stats

WP: 2 of 2 (usable), HP: 8 Glam: 6
Wad of cash, bottle of water, mobile phone, make up, pocket mirror

[Gerrit]

This was a toss up - on the one hand they weren't at anyone's private place so they weren't in danger of giving potential enemies any information, but on the other hand they were out on public. Gerrit realized that it was probably on him to play the phrasing-police right now.

He didn't order anything, he just sat down at a similarly good place to watch as much at once as possible and waited for the exchange of information to begin. Circe laid some good groundwork: it was probably safer to stress the fact both groups had a shared enemy and see where things went from here. He still fostered the hope that they could gain a somewhat capable ally out of this - or at least make the Hoodies more aware of the danger that lurked out there.

On the way here he already thought of some things he wanted cleared up: how were they able to see past the Changelings' masks? Have they experienced any run-ins with Lost or other entities the Freehold should know about? Did they know anything noteworthy about the Huntsman?
All in due time - for now the ball was in the 'Union's' court.

Equipment: Backpack - Hammer and screwdriver (wrapped in a piece of cloth/rag), first aid kit, notepad and pens. Yamiyo's Mace.

[Saber Sloth]

Shotgun, who hadn't said a word at all, sits, scowling. Arms crossed but his shot gun still close at hand. Gun Lady rolls her eyes, and drinks her Irish Coffee down, and Colin, the first Grey Hood had apparently been pushed ot the side lines. A snort from Baseball Bat, "Ya, gettin' a shit ton of nails is easier on the wallet then a shit ton of barbed wire." followed by a solemn nod, then a crack of a smile, though whatever he was going to say is cut off by Gun Lady.

"Ya. Know that. You freaks aint the only thing I wanna shoot up. Know someone who knows someone who got got by a leach. S'time to Molotov my cocktails." she says around a doughnut.

"No beans, no peanuts. Sure. We can agree to that." nod, "Ain't that the question?" a grunt, and another cut off, this time by Collin.

"How in the fuck are we on the same time - " "Not quite the same side, I don't think, but against - " "Against that Antlered douche bag?"

[Sonnie Wu]

Hm, the chocolate donut was okay. Sonnie'd had better, but it didn't suck.

She missed Dunkin' Donuts, at the moment. Maybe she'd go to one tomorrow for some proper pastries. Starbucks she could take or leave. She was curious about Tim Hortons, but she'd never been to Canada. An oversight to fix, sometime.

For now, what to choose? Oh, there was one with strawberry frosting and sprinkles. Yoink!

The 'Union' guys were behaving, so far. What a dumb name. They sounded like a low-rent pro wrestling stable.

"Enumuh uff muh enumuh, rut?" she said, her mouth full of donut.

[Circe]

Whatever Circe was about to say in response died as Sonja gave her, well, doughy response. Circe was just frozen with her mouth open before she clicked her mouth shut. Right hand rises up. And rubs her forehead with a put upon sigh. "My friend, swallow. Do not choke. Then talk."


Then looks at gun girl, "Clarify, is that a metaphor or actual giant leeches? Because I've had ta stop things trying ta eat folks when the things were," she inhales through her teeth, "Vermin larger then normal." Bugs had no right to be that size. And she'd heard rumors about the East Coast.


As for the first question they asked, Circe decides to answer with a quote. "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings," she sips her coffee, "And fuck up anyone that thinks people of any kind are their toys. A.D.B.," she smirks at the one who provided that acronym, "Is the type that thinks everyone is its toy. With an unhealthy mix of General Zaroff," she'd read the little book a long time ago. It did describe the huntsmen Keepers quite well.


"Our, organization, despises those that treat people as property," there was no hiding the rage at the last word. "We won't allow it where we find it. You won't allow it in your territory," another sip, "That is how we are both against ADB."


Circe smiles, "We've just done damage ta ADB's operations. Without any," she tugs at her own grey hood, "Odd accustations against us. My question. Are ya willing ta allow non-aggression treaty of sorts?"

Kit

Laptop Carrying Case, 2 flash drives, smart phone, LED flashlight, Grey hooded coat, leather gloves, Thin Kevlar Vest, Hedgespun Multitool, shoulder holster Colt pistol (fiber optics) with 2 spare clips and a box of ammo (20 rounds), boot holster with knife, 4 Ertwen Healing Fruits and 1 Jarmyn Fruit, 1 roll of duct tape, water bottle, $400 cash

Status

HP 7, WP 5, Def 3, Armor 1/2-BP

[Titania]

There was still the lingering and unsettling feeling that they were involving people in their scheme, people that were risking far too much.
Her gaze goes from Circe to Baseball Hat, just to land squarely on Gerrit.
They were sharing too much
"We got our own way of dealing with this", she interjects.

[Gerrit]

A leech? Gerrit was running the options through his head, and none of them were comforting: he wouldn't describe any member of their Freehold that way, but it could be a rogue Changeling. Worse, it could be another Keeper stalking the city. Of course she could be talking about something else entirely - Gerrit didn't know about other things going bump in the night, but that didn't mean there weren't any.
Whatever the girl meant, it seemed like the Grey Hoods weren't a cult, but rather a group of vigilantes. The fact that they were here to tell the tale meant they weren't totally incapable of handling themselves - or that they were really lucky so far.

Circe's explanation was good enough and she managed to skirt around any touchy subjects. He noticed Titania's look and frowned. Funny how both their groups weren't completely on the same page about this.
"Yes, we've got our own way of dealing with this but every advantage we could muster helps. Besides," he gave the 'Union' a look, his voice growing a bit lower and harder "they are already set on standing up for themselves. By not having them go in totally blind we could prevent further people from being taken."

Equipment: Backpack - Hammer and screwdriver (wrapped in a piece of cloth/rag), first aid kit, notepad and pens. Yamiyo's Mace.