Forten's Illusion: Rapture
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The club is a popular club in the red-light district, and it is doing good business tonight. There is a bar when one walks in. There is a large dance floor, full of moving bodies. In the back of the room is a short staircase with a velvet rope in front of it. A large man stands besides this rope, wearing a black suit. He wears a headpiece communication device.
There are dozens of people around. What do you do?
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Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Imbibe, 
Jennifer wears what she considers her Nosferatu ring with green gemstone. She wears a gemstone bracelet of glittering green gemstones, which matches one that Bellemy and Helen own. She wears these to glitter and distract, to hopefully pull eyes away from other areas, such as her neck covering. Tonight, she had Liam adhere a flesh-colored scarf to her neck. Over this, she wears a vintage scarf pinned with steel pins to obscure her neck and one half of her shoulder.
She wears a dress tailored to her height and body measurements specifically.
Jennifer is Blushed. She refrains from speaking for the moment as she stands by the entrance, looking over the bar. Waiting for her fellow investigators. Out on the street, Liam drove the Honda Accord away.
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Equipment: Mentioned jewelry, small clutch with lipstick, $200 in small bills, 3 $50 bills, three scarf pins, burner phone, small notebook, fine pen
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The whole affair feels like something out of James Bond: infiltrating a fancy club with hidden agendas and the possibilities of shadowy villains. Conner may be dead, but there's still a hunger for adventure in him.
He approaches Rapture dressed to the nines in a blue dress shirt, navy pants, and a black jacket. His ring is absent for the sake of security, but he does have his signature weapon slung over his back and cloaked against sight. There's every chance that tonight could end in violence. And if so, he wants to be prepared.
He approaches Jennifer and puts on a friendly smile as he approaches the incognito Priscus. "Thanks for inviting me over." He gives the ever slightest of nods as a subtle means of respect. He takes a look towards the entrance itself. He can practically taste the swarming forms beyond. Focus...
Equipment: Broadsword (Cloaked 4); Nice Clothes; Messenger Bag (Pen, Notepad, Burner Phone)
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Al had chosen to call a cab and diverge a bit from the way he usually dressed even if that meant the need for new clothes he'd probably not wear that often. He had even decided to take some more drastic measures to make it more difficult to the unskilled observer to recognise him. Thus he exited the cab wearing black trousers, a green checkered gingham shirt, a light dark blue jacket and sneakers. The biggest change surely was that he had shaved off his mustache.
With quick steps he approaches the others and gave them small nods as a greeting.
"Good evening and thank you for inviting me."
So now they were at the lions den and he began to wish he was armed just in case...
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Edward hummed to himself while parking the car. Amping himself for the night, getting in the right headspace. Clubbing wasn't his thing, but, as a Daeva, he felt compelled to be good at it.
He left his good laptop, his bad laptop, and his rapier safe in its fishing rod case inside the trunk. Into the club, all he took was a smartphone and a wallet with three of each bill denomination, a credit card, and a driver's licence contained within.
He grinned as he walked past the bouncer, crow's feet and forehead wrinkles serving as ID, and slid into the club. The smooth satin of his burgundy shirt and the light cotton of his black slacks moved easily against his skin, although he'd have to walk in his black matte Chelsea boots a little more before they felt natural.
Edward didn't scan for his targets as he went towards the group, too suspicious. He didn't even have to look for the group, thanks to Albert's uncloaked Beast. Instead, Edward focused on the vibe, trying to match and be more than the energy around him. It wasn't hard; busy places rarely were.
"Jenn!" Edward raises his voice above the music and hoped Jennifer wouldn't mind the very informal address, "this place is just popping, compliments on the pick and the dress. Is it new?" He leaned against the bar, projecting ease. "And gentlemen! Rare treat to see you outside the office. All's well? Need a shot to shake off the week?" Edward greeted Albert and Conner a nod, never losing his grin, even as he encouraged them to loosen up. Conner wasn't so bad, nice easy smile on his face, but Albert looked uncomfortable in his own skin. The words 'did you shave?' died on Edwards lips as he realized it might be a disguise. He mildly regretted using even a shortened version of Jennifer's name, and stuffed the feeling away for later with practiced ease.
"Speaking of a shot, shall we catch up and put back a couple of rounds? Or are new friends waiting to be met?" Edward looked to Jennifer for direction.
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Conner feels Albert and Edward before he sees them: that telltale hair-raising sensation of approaching Kindred. But he definitely hears Edward more. Damn! He really knows how to sell that playboy barfly aesthetic. He gives Albert a look as if to say “Here goes nothing” and matches Edward’s looser tone and body language. “I think you mean ‘shots’ plural. I’m primed to let off some steam.”
Conner goes up to the bar and flags down the bartender. “Bourbon Neat, please and thank you.”He takes a seat at the bar and tried scanning the room for any telltale signs. Faces that stood out or looked too nervous or too composed. Sudden movements from the dance floor or the bar. But right now all he can think of is whether he sees Lottie or Maschio.
Equipment: Broadsword (Cloak 4); Wallet ($45 cash); Messenger Bag (Pen, Notepad, Burner Phone); Nice Clothes
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Al nodded as a greeting when Edward arrived.
"Good evening to you. Somethings are, others aren't. The usual state of affairs..."
Answering the look with a nod he followed the rest to the bar and took a seat. He didn't get into action for now, just trying to adjust to what kept the crowd dancing probably. When the bartender came to him, he ordered a drink.
"A gunner, please."
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The night club was quite active. People in brightly colored yet revealing clothes, both men and women, moved about in a quick pace. To the dance floor to dance, to the bar to request elaborate drinks. Some lean by walls and flirt, some more demure than others.
For a few moments, all seems well. Nothing seems to be afoot. Then Conner notes a large man in a tailored suit walking with a man with darker skin tone. At a glance, Conner thought it could be Maschio. Yet the large man stands in front of the man in question, preventing a good look. Should one move to get closer? Stay still to not attract attention and see if an opportunity prevented itself?
To Albert and Edward unaware of the sighting, the bartender delivers drinks. A pretty blonde at the end of the bar looks over, eyes lighting briefly on Albert. Her attention moves onto Edward and Conner, lingering equally. In a heartbeat, she looks away towards the dance floor. She sips a fruity alcohol drink with a little pink umbrella. No one else seems to be acting suspiciously - no one vanishing too quickly, anyway. A woman in a red dress appears annoyed at the man with her in a skintight emerald green suit and they bicker quietly. Two young women dance close together on the floor, drawing glances of admiration and at times envy from others around them.
At the private area, the security guard looks over at the large man. A look of recognition flashes. The man stirs slightly, preparing for an admittance behind the curtain.
What do you do?
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Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Imbibe, Jennifer had taken a moment upon entry to look about the club. She had noticed the man in the black suit and wondered if his role was to prevent access to the area behind him. What could be the reasoning for that? She sidled up close to him and listened for a few moments.
Jennifer slowly walked away from the security. She slid up to the bar, closest to Conner Wells .
"Thought I saw someone I knew." She stated to explain why she had not immediately joined the group.
She gives the Mekhet Priscus Albert Baker and Mekhet Whip slight nods to indicate respect, yet posed as one of the more human 'how you doing' nods. She looks to Edward Heinrich and acknowledges him. "Good evening. Yes, it is new. Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself."
An honest compliment, for she wasn't one for idle flattery. She noticed the others getting drinks and ordered a grasshopper, keeping her voice low and just above the din. Would it escape negative notice? Time would tell.
Her eyes moved around the room, deciding where information was likely to be found. She took a moment to process what she had overheard to formulate it in a way to share with the others discreetly.
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Edward laughs as Conner matches his energy, "damn right!"
"Sidecar, please and thank you." Edward follows Conner's order with his own, and gives a polite smile as Albert's unenergetic answer trails off.
"You never know who you'll meet," Edward commented conversationally in response to Jennifer's excuse. "Couple of weeks ago, I literally stumbled into an old college friend, real fun guy although you'd never expect it from his look. The living CPA stereotype. Told me all about how he was quitting smoking, and of course, a couple drinks later, we were outside doing just that." Mirth was in Edward's voice, although he didn't outright laugh.
"Speaking of," Edward looked to Jennifer, "do you still smoke? Want to step outside for one after our drink?" She seemed distracted, and maybe he was reading it wrong, but it seemed like they ought to have more of a plan than the zilch Edward was aware of.
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