For the second time that day, Philip was delighted he was:
Phew! Alone at last!
he sighed. But this time, the situation was quite different. First of all, while the guy was gone, the camera was not. This made his great hope of hopefully finding more of the truth about the cremated body of Mothisa Sudarata by casting Postcognition on the room he was in, much harder than he`d initially hoped and even borderline out of the question.
Something will have to be done about that camera though. he thought, annoyed, knowing the grave risks that came with tampering with the camera, even supernaturally.
He was also unnerved by what he saw as he was looking around the room for environmental advantages to assist him in getting the guy to leave and selling him his sob story. Because as he did so, he noticed the ominous crude letters `I T B U` forming as if being written by a faint layer of ash slowly covering the top of the incinerator.
While he saw nobody else there, whatever was writing this was clearly supernatural, and it was a good bet it had noticed the fact that Philip was supernatural too and had intruded into its` lair. But whatever it was, it hadn`t attacked him yet, merely writing ominous signs. Clearly Philip would have to analyse those signs later, and record a picture for analysis once it was safe to do so.
On top of that, he also knew he had no time to waste because another service would be starting in a few minutes and Philip wanted to investigate the area with as many means as he could in the limited time he had, knowing it would be quite difficult to get another chance to get into the room he was in. So, as soon as the guide left, he heard the metal doors slam at the top of the stairs and he was convinced no sleepers could hear him, Philip began chanting in High Speech in as loud a whisper as he was sure he could get away with. He figured:
In the highly unlikely event someone hears me, they`d most likely perceive it as prayers in an unknown language, considering I`m supposed to be praying in here right now.
He did all this while turned away from the camera, keeping his features, moving lips and hand movements as indistinguishable and unnoticeable as possible from the camera`s perspective.
2024-02-19 15:34:40
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Philip Crosen rolls 5 to Masking his gestures(Wits 3 + Subterfuge 2) (10 Again)
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3, 10, 2, 1, 5, 7
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1 success
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With his chanting, his first order of business was using his rote to ask fate to shift the odds
so that either the camera`s lens would be clouded, covered, damaged, or otherwise less usable or any part of the surveillance system less attentive in the brief time he was in the room. So in other words, that fate would in whatever way it chose mask or dampen everything going on in the room he was in from the camera`s view. This was an attempt to mask the supernatural goings-on in the room, including the letters he could see forming on the body of the incinerator in addition to his own spells, from sleeper view.
Hope shifting the odds is effective here. Also would like to know how much light is in the room and where the light sources are, and if there are any additional features such as windows, cupboards or storage closets in the incineration room besides the conveyor belt and fire pit?
As always, He knew and cringed at the risks of shifting the odds of fate ever more in is favor. That being all sorts of possibly even mundane fun that could come. But it was a risk he`d have to take with the camera present. After all, his goal to look back in time had to be occluded from sleeper eyes as much as possible, just like the other problems developing in the room as well as any mundane actions he might take that would seem out of character for someone who was supposed to be praying or contemplating. Any attempts of any had to be made with a minimum of sleeper involvement, minimizing his chances of problems.
2024-02-19 15:32:14
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Philip Crosen rolls 10 to Shifting the Odds (Wits 3 + Science 2+Fate 3+ 2 (High Speech)) (10 Again)
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9, 8, 8, 1, 4, 3, 5, 5, 1, 10, 4
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4 successes
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As usual, he felt the mana drain that accompanied this, with a part of his mana being given off into the unpredictable winds of fate.