(TKTM) Some Things Don't Belong Online
(TKTM) Some Things Don't Belong Online
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"Thanks Mandy. Anyone got any magic that can help narrow the field down? Fate? Time? Space?" Autolycus asks, still unaware that Mandy was short for Ozymandias. That probably spoiled the effect of the thanks, even though it was sincere.
Looking to Cut, Auto asks. "You got in contact with one of them, right? What they say?"
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If you make it look like work, it's only going to feel like work.
Oh, he liked that. Nous got a nod on the low-low as he picked up a folder and flipped through it. Damn, Gina. That sure looked like work. He felt a little guilty about the shower. Just a little. It had been a pretty awesome shower. And jogging, yo.
Could he keep the folder and give it to Principal Ari as a status report? Nah. Mandy might snitch him off. He watched her go all Rain Man on the information as he skimmed it. The results? Impressive. He was still Googline what WHOIS even meant. Side note? Watching her information dump was so different from other things he'd heard her say.
"Wow. Nice work, Mandy."
Nope, Nope, and more Nope.
He shook his head at Autolycus' litany of Arcana.
"Oh. And, yeah. I got a reply. They're being all paranoid. Wanting specifics to do checks? That's kind of weird, though, right? They actually used the word 'checks'. Who does that? Cops?"
Well. That would complicate things.
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"Cops or people who want to massively fuck up your life. They aren't mutually exclusive either."
She scowls at the idea of giving out the address to the studio to people who were going to do checks. Her scowl deepens as she thinks about the possibility of actually giving the conspiracy theorist types her real name. She needs to construct a cover identity, but another time. The task at hand is more focused and less clean. There goes her good mood.
Her scowl crosses over into her tone of voice and it probably sounds like she's angry with Cut. "They're going to be disappointed then. I'm not giving out my name or studio information to them for any sort of check. Send them contact info for someone at Fortean Times and close that avenue of approach."
Maybe she is angry with Cut. Anger needs an object and he's right there. So much for first impressions. She tries to swallow her emotions, stuffing them back into a little box in the pit of her stomach.
"Fate can help guide us to the right place, but fate isn't exact, and you'll need to be open to the idea that it will take us where we need to be, but not necessarily where we were intending to go."
She thinks about the information they have, trying to settle on the piece of information that stands out the most. The IP address means nothing to her, and interpreting what fate might have to say about it feels like a terrible idea. The name though, David Barton seems more promising. With that in mind, she begins to chant in high speech, and as they're in a safe place to do so, she makes no efforts to hide what she's doing. It's her way of warning everyone else that she's about to cast a spell without any sign towards hiding it.
Syncronicity (TotM p60) using High Speech. Random input is David Barton.
As if by serendipity, Nous receives an e-mail to her phone. It's one of those daily news-feeds that so many people get by e-mail.
It's not an interesting story, but as Nous scans it, she realizes that Fate has answered her powerful Willworking. It's a news article about some apartment buildings with water-leakage problems in South Sacramento. There are three discussed.
The first is located at 5610 Mendocino Boulevard, Sacramento, CA. Hmm.
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The phone in her breast pocket buzzes and she retrieves it. Her eyes read through the email as if this is entirely normal and expected regardless of magic being used.
"Ask and you shall receive. 5610 Mendocino. That't the building we need. David Barton might be there. He might not. But it's where we need to start."
She no longer has any idea of what they might do when they arrive. She has half a mind to bluff her way into the building and leave with a lighter clip in her pistol. She has this nagging feeling that isn't the modus operandi in Sacramento though. She knows she'll need to adapt with the situation, because she can always fall back on the age old plan of just removing the breach entirely. It's a plan that is similar to driving a stolen car from a entirely necessary get-away into a lake instead of just taking the plates off and dropping it somewhere in a bad neighborhood. It's a plan that works. She's a (wo)man with a (back up) plan.
"So who has an idea of how to get this show started? How do you normally deal with these breaches in Sacramento?" She's keeping an open mind.
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Can catchy phrases have amendments? If you sound like a bitch, you're a bitch?
He held his hands up in a defensive gesture, and shook his head.
"Didn't reply."
Hell, he didn't even know her name or studio information. Pretty sure he hadn't asked, either. Pointless to elaborate. Take a shot in the dark, sometimes you miss. No bigs. Also? What was 'Fortean Times'? Didn't matter. He wasn't going to reply. There wasn't any point in closing that door, and leaving it open? Who knew.
Still thought it sounded like cops.
Could they find out who worked that beat? No. Keep that one in the pocket. No proven connection, and it would divide their efforts. Bookmark it. Keep it in mind.
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A sigh left the woman as she stood, closing up the array of things she'd been looking through before glancing at the gathered group. "I can get in. I can also find them. A cherry on top? I can make them tell me all about precisely what they saw... without even hurting them," she stated, sounding rather detatched as she spoke, holding her notebook to her chest and looking contemplative. A little Fate, a little Scrying... a few big doses of Mind... all of these things were entirely within her capabilities.
"The thing is, even once we deal with these two individuals, we'll see if I can get a face for the rather heedless Awakened they were dealing with... and then get him located. So here's my proposal," she looked to the gathering. "Let me get in and do my thing. I'll find them. I'll get the information. I'll pass along the information I do gather to Cut," because she didn't know anyone else here well enough, not that she was sure Cut would know how to handle the information, "in the mean time, if someone with some form of martial training wants to wait near-by in case of an emergency, that would be fantastic. The others might want to be prepared in a vehicle. The faster we can act on this, the better things will go. Now that Cut has mentioned something to them, they're going to be potentially cautious - you'd best do something about that," she added to her fauxbal-mate with a serious look, "and we want to be able to take action as quickly as possible. The information is old, whether we can find the Awakened or not now is... definitely questionable. Regardless, it's worth making an effort.
"The last thing that needs note is this: there are many things I can do. I cannot, however, make them forget about what they saw." Her nose wrinkled in distaste at the admittance. "So how, then, does this gathering want to handle the situation?" Because... fucking teams meant working within their ideas. Not that she was just going to shoot
Auto nods along with Mandy's suggestions, liking her plan for more than just it being the best plan voiced so far. "We need to follow the buddy system. Unless someone's trained in more than self defense, I'd like to go with you. I know enough to disable someone, as long as they aren't soldier of fortune types or something."
"Don't you people," meaning Guardians, "have the Labrynth for this kind of thing? Some kind of Sacremento Witnesses Anonymous program where they can think they're part of something that isn't a deception? Sweep the witnesses into that."
He stops when something else occurs to him. "Whoever goes with you needs to scrutinize them, see if they're Sleepwalking." Because wouldn't that put a different spin on things? That or their witnesses being Awakened.
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"I won't lie, my martial skills are limited to shooting things, sometimes in their faces. I have other ways to get people to cooperate though, but if it comes to that, it comes to that."
She just so happens to be smug about it.
"Fate has a way of deciding these sorts of things before they get started though, so if it's necessary, so be it." She pauses like she's about done talking, but, "Don't you normally scrutinize things you're investigating? How are you supposed to actually know what someone or something is without taking a good long look." It was phrased like a question, but it wasn't a question.
She avoids the question of a labyrinth because it falls firmly into the nahnya category. She shrugs at Cut. Her frustrations are getting the better of her and this would be so much easier if she had actually spoken to any of them before today. Oh well, à chaque jour suffit sa peine1.
1Loosely, each day as it comes.
Auto was trying, he was really really really trying to be a team player here. But he kept getting the impression that he wasn't wanted on this case. He looks at Nous. "Yeah, if I get out voted and we settle on murdering them, I'm taking my folders and bouncing. I'll hand my research off to the arrows and let them worry about the rogue mage."
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