Dropping Bodies: Interrogation

[Quinn Durant]

Set in Downtown Sacramento, this club caters to the Fetish lifestyle. Most of the club is set in black and red colors, with velvet the dominant material. There is a large stage set near the back of the club with various equipment set aside for patron use. There is a bar for Suspension Hanging, however it is recommended this only be done by experienced Hangers. There are cages set up next to the stage so one can view the different mini-shows that go on inside. There is also a private area near the back of the club set aside for Safe Games Only. For this area the patrons are required to bring their own Toys.

Dress Code
A fetish club can be likened to an adult fancy dress party. There will be nobody at the club dressed in normal club wear. The main dress code runs along the following lines:
● Fantasy Fetish - Anything from the wildest of dreams, made out of PVC, latex, rubber or anything else it's possible to have a fetish about.
● Body Art - Totally naked except for body decoration: piercings, tattoos and body painting.
● BDSM - Dominatrixes, submissives, slaves.
● Drag - Men dressed as women, women dressed as men.
● Cyber - Anything similar to the Borg from Star Trek will do.
● Medical - Naughty nurse outfits, dirty doctors in white coats or theatre scrubs, or wounded patients.
● Uniform - Headmasters, military, school boys, police officers.
● Theatrical and Burlesque - Acrobats, magicians, exotic dancers, strippers, belly dancers, anything obscene or bawdy.

Quinn met the group at the back of the club. They would enter away from the eyes of the general public, going down a narrow set of shiny metal stairs into the underground of the club. The part where some of the larger cells were stored for 'club use.' In reality this was where Kindred could be held and interrogated. All the while the party went on upstairs. Deeply muffled, but the bass could still be heard loud and clear, like a second heart beat. Her attire was theme appropriate. After all, it was best to look like one belonged where they were hanging out so to speak.

Quinn's blacked out SUV she rented with cash was parked in the back as well. Carrying the body and the cat in the cage. Fun, fun, fun, fun. Quinn sat on the bumper, and puffed on one of those electric vape pens. The contents of the cartridge was premium grade THC. The highest concentrate she could find in California. It helped with the camouflage but it also would serve as a nice soothing tonic for her herd member who would join them to feed Angela.

[Mable Wood]

Mable dressed for the club. She chose a hippy inspired pair of boots with thigh high fishnets, a one piece teddy, a pink furry coverlet, cute sunglasses, earrings and a lolly pop. Over this she wore a trench coat until she got to the club.

Seeing Quinn sitting on the bumper, Mable tightened the belt on her trench coat, "Good evening, Re...Ma'am. Can I help you with any of our party items?" She smiled at the outfit Quinn had on. Perhaps, mable thought, her own outfit was a bit too much? She probably should have gone for the Catholic school girl look?

[Milton]

Milton has heard of Asylum from a few...enterprising clients. Not his scene. Not at all.

In life, it always baffled him: the lengths his contemporaries were driven to by desire, by lust. In death, he is no longer confused. Now he finds such preoccupations boring. Plain and simple. What could his dead flesh derive from such an exercise? Pleasure? The Kiss outstrips anything offered at Alysum. Power? Meager rations compared to the influence he's been building at City Hall.

No, to him this is all just play acting. Children's antics. Milton is not a child. He is a man.

No. More than a man. Milton is Kindred.

The Lord arrives on foot, having parked his car down the street. He's dressed in a black suit, black shirt, black tie, back dress shoes. His monochromatic palette is his one concession to the 'theme.' He wears the blush with a touch of discomfort, not fully appreciating its enlivening effects.

The first thing that hits him is Mable's Beast. Its potency rolls off her in waves. Milton curls his toes in his shoes, fighting the urge to flee. Fixes a bland smile on his face, proceeds.

"Hello, ladies. I trust you are well?" An apologetic look, especially to Quinn, for the casual nature of the address. It cannot be helped given their present exposure. He looks around for Jennifer and realizes she has not arrived. Or perhaps she simply has not allowed herself to be seen as of yet.

Milton will, of course, move to assist once they mobilize. Something akin to anticipation is building deep inside. Whether he wants to admit it or not, the Lord is looking forward to this.

Equipment: Smart Phone, Wallet with cash, small note pad, pen.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn watched Mable come on up with an appreciative smile. She had to hand it to Mable, she definitely went all out with it. She could definitely go in the front, side, back, and prollie snag her a few slaves on the way to the bar in that outfit. Shiiiite.

"Thanks for dressing to theme. I know its not exactly the usual digs, but fitting in is important to all aspects of things." She paused a moment and nodded. "I could use some help with the real doll we got in the bag, but the the small animal cage that's covered, shouldn't be more than a quick carry in job. I chose the back of the club to go in, so we wouldn't have to contend with the actual partiers upstairs, but at the same time if we are back here we should look the part." She shrugged her shoulders a minute with a little laugh.

Milton looked just as awkward as the rest of them. I mean, you could try to class up fetish wear, but it was still fetish wear. Stepping out of usual character with Kindred who weren't used to having to do that always made her feel strange. In the past Quinn had found it a challenge to take on different persona's. Now it felt strange since Sacramento was a different beast than she was used too. A hell of a lot more uptight.

"It's alright. It's just to keep suspicions down. Why don't you carry down the small cage, and the hippie and I will get the real doll." The 'real doll' being Angela in a body bag of course.

[Mable Wood]

Milton arrives and Mable's beast rises to the challenge. Blood, I want his blood. it whispers in her brain. Mable pushes back. not today. the beast struggles but stays silent.

"Wow," she looks at Milton, "You look groovy, Man. We should do this more often."

Mable grins at being called a hippy. "Let the love fest begin." she says to Quinn as she helps pick up the "doll" "Ready, resuscitative Annie" She says to the doll recalling the name of the doll from her CPR training.

[Milton]

Milton looks at Mable, offers her a puzzled smile. This was going to take some getting used to.

"Oh, yes. Thank you. You look...very groovy as well." The sentence has a questioning inflection. As if the Lord is unsure if he's speaking the correct words in a foreign language.

"Absolutely," Milton replies to the Reeve. He'll move to collect the little beast and follow as soon as Quinn moves out.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn grinned looking between Milton and Mable. At least Milton was in good spirits about it all! It could be worse. He wasn't throwing a fit. He wore all black. A part of her wanted to push him. That deep well of mischievousness that was ever present in the Shadow. The thoughts filling the shadow with wicked glee bled into the urgings to hunt the weak. While Quinn's beast had strengthened, the mystical bindings on her beast were ever present. She wasn't afraid of the beasts urges.

Quinn pressed a button on her key ring and the back popped open. Quinn nodded to Mable, as they took out the body ala 'real doll' and moved it down into the basement of Asylum. Being blushed she could feel the vibration from the sound system above through her whole body. The sensation would have been overwhelming had they been upstairs. Quinn thanked the gods for small favors. She was also sure any commotion down here, wouldn't be heard by anyone.

With Milton carrying the small cage down, they had almost everything they needed to begin. Quinn's phone buzzed, as Mable and herself got Angela into one of the large cages. She held up a finger to Mable and Milton and answered it. It was Priscus Hazelton. The conversation went as thus.

[Mable Wood]

Mable gave Milton and encouraging smile. He had always been kind to her and she knew it was difficult for him. She really did appreciate him in so many ways.

Mable helped Quinn move the doll. Then Quinn's phone rang. Mable stood silently trying to hear both sides , she couldn't make out the other side. "Slaves?" Mable asked after Quinn hung up. "What's up?"

"Before we start, should we decide what questions will be asked? And are we starting with the cat or the doll?" Mable was anxious to figure out the cat, since that was where she would shine.

[Milton]

Milton follows Mable and Quinn into the bowels of the club. He carries the cage gingerly, as if charged with the care of a priceless (and breakable) object. Like Quinn, Milton is thankful for the fact that the pulsing rhythm of the music is muffled in the basement. How anyone can enjoy listening to that, he'll never know.

Cat still in hand, he watches the other Kindred wrestle the prone form of Angela into a cage. Angela, whom Roderick had mentioned at the Wrangler...

When Mable asks after the phone conversation, Milton quirks a brow, silently indicating his own curiosity.

The cat or the Kindred? To Mable: "I'm inclined to say we begin with the little beast," Milton replies with a look of slight distaste. Obviously, he is not a cat person. "While await the final member of our party." It would be best to be at full strength before Angela is...roused. His piece said, he turns his attention to the Reeve, clearly deferring to her in this matter.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn grinned at Mable. "Just some code in case anyone was listening in on the conversation. You never know. Best to keep things under the suspicion of always been watched." Especially with this case. The stalking of Havens being the most prominent, and the potential of other supernaturals involved. "Priscus is going to be later than she anticipated." She let both of them know with a small apologetic smile.
Quinn regarded Mable's suggestion with a nod. She had a list of things, as she was sure Milton did as well. Might as well be organized about it.
"I agree with Mable. Let's decide what we need out of these two before we begin anything."

Quinn grinned at Milton with a slight chuckle at his distaste over the creature. Especially with the belief that there was a Kindred holed up like an asshole inside the cat. Quinn nodded finally, relenting.

"Alright, so the cats up first.....besides Angela will need a little help getting up, and for that one of my stable should be arriving soonish. Hence my magic pen to relax the poor girl cause this won't be a normal feeding to say the least..." Quinn's mouth pressed into a line, looking at the Kindred in the large cage balefully. She hoped this little bitch had something in her fucking noodle they could use, or so help her, she would desiccate her sorry ass. No quick staking. She'd let her suffer. She deserved no less after what she did to Priscus Hazelton and Quinn herself.

"From the cat first and foremost...I wanna know if there is a Kindred in there. If its somehow stuck. Luckily we have kept the cage covered so it can't see anything useful, or know where its being kept. Do not speak of our location, just in case. No names, lest this little beasty is somehow reporting back." She reminded of caution. She tapped her temple, obviously as a way of saying keep ones mind open, in case they needed to use her gifts of Telepathy. "I'm open to further suggestions." Quinn aimed this more at Mable then Milton.