(Grey Hoods) Pub Grub

[Circe]

"Yes, yes," she makes a show of being placating as she holds her hands up as Colin shouts, "He is totes 733T," somehow everyone can hear the numbers, "Best scorer, beat that asshole inta the digital pavement, got it." That should alleviate some of the suspicion from the public.


She next speaks in a lower voice, "I am techno bullshit through education," she smiles, "Give me his numba and I'll see if I can hack it. Even if ditched, that is a place ta investigate," she assures Elena. At least it was a place to search from maybe. She'd have to figure out if there was some tracker things in the Hedge that could help. Probably a Hob could pull it off, but the price? The Hoodies might not like it.


The address is quickly memorized. A job skill for Circe, no digital or physical paper trails thank you. "We will...be...respectful," Circe trails off as Sonja decides to do, well, something. "Uuuuuh," Circe provides helpfully. Then looks to Seraphina to quietly ask, "Please, please, tell me she ain't high."


Then to Sonja Wu, "Uh, Sonnie? Personal space, respect, do so you should." The phrasing was intentional, for if the wisdom of common sense don't bring her back, Yoda might. If Colin starts to get upset, Circe will get up and try to physically pull Sonja back.

[Seraphina]

The scowl was met with a flat, unfazed gaze from the Fairest. The comment showed how little this guy knew the Lost and what they were willing to do and risk. And what they had faced in their Escape and in the years after. In a way, she felt sorry for him, and she was quite sure it showed in her face.

Again with the yelling. But they didn’t listen to her last time and she didn’t want to get into it again. There was just a sigh as she takes a long drink from her beer.

Looking to Elena, who seemed to be only one of the hoods with a level head, “My money would be on ditched, then it can’t be traced to wherever they are.” But that was going to be Circe’s thing. Sera was lucky to be able to use her computer at work for spreadsheets and inventory.

Now this was surprising, they were giving them his address. So, they were either beginning to trust them, or it was something else. The Nix decides to go with trust forming, “Memorizing where others live isn’t high on my list. We understand the need for privacy and also how significant you giving this to us is.” Were they ever going to be friends and hangout? No. But maybe they were starting to trust a bit.

Catching the movement of Sonnie out of the corner of her eye, she watches with confusion as the Beast approaches Colin and, well, stared at him. The same confused look was given to Circe, what was Sonnie doing?

When the Summer speaks, Sera can only shrug her shoulders and shake her head. Sonnie didn’t strike her as being high. And def not the type to be high while on business. What was going on? Did they miss something? Or was Sonnie just trying to spook them?

“Uh, hey Sonnie? Everything ok?” trying to sound casual, but not feeling casual. The Beast was Claviger, and anytime she acted out of the norm set the Treasured on edge.

[Saber Sloth]

A beat when Circe makes their obfuscation, the public didn't disappear when they wanted it too. The Grey Hoods, nod at the implied chastisement, David nods, fishing out his phone, finds the contact and scribbles down Matty's number after the address Jason wrote on the napkin. He's putting his phone back in his pocket when Sonnie stands.

Elena thanks Sera, when she offers the understanding, but whatever she was going to say goes unvoiced when Sonnie moves towards Colin.

There is a collective groan from the Grey Hoods when Sonnie gets right up in Colin's face.

"Oi!" comes Colin's voice, Jason already grabbing the arm that would have made a swing at the Spring. Elena's on her feet and is pressing Sonnie away. "Personal space, ya?" Absently Sonnie notes that Elena's other hand twitching like she wants to reach for something, but she's more focused on Colin's eyes. It's kind of a let down. She just sees eyes. Normal, human eyes, dirt-brown and a little bloodshot. Whatever Frankie's photo revealed wasn't visible to the naked eye.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie didn't seem concerned about Colin's reaction. She was reasonably certain she could take him down if he attacked, anyway. She was, however, disappointed not to find anything in the jerk's eyes.

Dammit. I thought I was on to something.

Her eyes flicked towards Elena, and she smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I was just... curious about something." Sonnie backed away to ease the tension.

Maybe look with something besides your eyes, dumbass.

Stepping back towards the Fairest, the Beast remembered she could reach out with her more... fae senses. The divide between the mortal world and the stuff of Glamour was... convoluted, and many Changelings had trouble telling one from the other. Fantasy and reality blend together in many a Lost's mind.

Sonnie still had a strong enough grasp on her sanity (surprisingly) that she could sort one from the other. It did take considerable mental focus to pull off, but she wanted to be certain of Colin before this meeting was over. As she rejoined her friends, she looked back towards Colin over her shoulder and trained her mind towards the task, looking for anything supernatural about him... or anyone else here.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2023-09-16 16:04:24	Sonnie Wu rolls 7 to Kenning: Clarity 7 (10 Again)	9, 8, 6, 5, 2, 4, 7	2 successes

[Seraphina]

There was a groan from the Fairest as the mess unfolds. Standing herself, she moves towards Sonnie, ready to throw down if shit went that way. Or make the hoods putty in her hand. Whichever would be more useful.

“Hey, lets not.” Was there an edge to her voice? Yes. She knew Sonnie and Circe could handle this with ease. But she didn’t want to have to work the whole fucking room to not remember what they saw. Could she? Absolutely, it would be easy.

A look was shot to the Beast, this whole thing working depended on mutual trust. And Sonnie could have just ruined the whole thing. Though she knew there had to be a good reason for what she did, Sonnie wasn’t stupid, not by a long shot. She had a reason, and Sera wanted to know what it was.

With Sonnie stepping away, Sera takes one last look to her, then returns to her seat. “Have to love when people get too into their characters.” A smile and raise of her beer glass. “But maybe we should call the meeting here, go over our sheets and maybe meet back up later?” tempers were obvious up, and she didn’t think things would be productive going forward.

[Circe]

Circe adopts a different posture and tone, something reminiscent of a stereotypical school marm, "We shall discuss this and your etiquette later. In triplicate," in character and what not.


Fortunateley no weapons were drawn, so Circe drops back out of character, "If ya keep this up Sonny, yer" she points at Sonja, "punishment game. Or giving them apology pizza gift cards, out of yer pizza budget."


Did Sonja have a pizza budget? Circe had little doubt that answer was yes.


Fortunately the Fairests know what their doing. Well, at least Seraphina does. "Right, we got things ta search in cyber and meat spaces. Maybe we can do a Zoom conference if schedules don't mesh," she tries to keep it calming. But really, Sonja was annoying her. "Do ya want more, uh, another of those really nice coats as an apology? Sword fer a costume or something? Just, ya know, asking and such."


Again, feed them so they do not bite the hand. Sonja is going to owe her if they say yes.

ooc: So very sorry I missed posting to this. I apologize for any delay i caused

[Saber Sloth]

Sonnie focuses now on that other sense, the one the Lost tend to forget because it's one more thing upon the pile to remind them that they were different, other. Though not Other, thankfully.

Focusing, she finally feels a gossamer thin, but sticky something that was definately magic located entirely around Colin's head. Focusing on the kenning, Sonnie could swear she saw the same Glamour green flash of Colin's eyes as she lets go of the kenning.

And she knows now, that it's only Colin - and presumably Matty - that this whatever gossamer-stick magic is effecting. Effecting, yeah. She can tell Colin isn't the source, but further she'd need to do some thinking, or research or something.


As Sonnie backs away, Elena forces herself to relax, "Yeah, sounds good. Things can get heated ,since we're so dedicated to our...characters." she manages to get out, agreeing with Sera, eyes not leaving Sonnie.

"Not gonna say no to new jackets, or other costume components." Jason's voice is heard, as he stands. "But we'll figure something out. But lets call it a night." hand on Colin's shoulder, "Come on. Let's get out tab and clear out."

With a tense silence, the Grey Hoods stand, David heads to the till, and the others leave the pub.

It's all good, things can get hectic. But, we're almost done with this scene, y'all can have another round or two to talk and then we can continue from there.

[Sonnie Wu]

There it is. What she thought she'd find. Annoyingly elusive, but she'd spotted it.

Boom! Detective Sonja solves another mystery! Sort of.

Now was not the time for sharing her findings, of course. Sonnie knew she'd pressed their luck enough during this meeting, and she wasn't about to blab the sensitive information in front of the Hunters. She'd set them, and her Fairest friends, on edge enough for one day.

So, she quietly nibbled on some fries and waited until the meeting ended. Nibble nibble.

And who told Circe about the pizza budget? That was classified!

[Seraphina]

She let Circe play this one, the Nix was trying to think of what Sonnie had seen…or what had caused her actions. Patience was not her thing, but she knew, this wasn’t the place.

The Summer could try and smooth thing over with her offer of more gear. Sera wasn’t offering except an apology without knowing what was going on.

Nodding, “We are some damn good dedicated players.” Next time, this should be more private. But she watches them watch Sonnie, ready to jump in if one of them made a move. Was she a good fighter? Nah, not really. But touch those she cared about and blood would be shed.

Hand was raised as they left, lifting her beer and still watching.

Feeling they were far enough away, Sera leans closer to Sonnie, “You ok?” her voice low, “Maybe we could hit up the coffee shop?”

[Circe]

Circe starts with a relived sigh before it goes into a groan that says, I give myself too much work. "Always bribe the one running the game," she groans out.


As they stand up, Circe looks to Sonja, "We can talk later if ya want, once free of club speak," because if this was something Lost, the Hoodies probably shouldn't hear about it. Better to avoid getting guns drawn when only she had Aramid undies.


"Coffee?" Her ears perk up as Seraphina says the magic word. It does brighten her mood on the work, "I will not say no to coffee, especially now that I gave myself extra work. Unless either of ya feel like bullshitting fer the winzzzzz? No," giving the Hedgespun was worse than giving them guns, "Nay. I would welcome help with the coat or working the damn forge. Or lots of coffee, that'd be my thanks."


Circe had nobody but herself to blame for the extra project. But that didnt' mean she had to like it.