(Red Right Hand) Friends in Low Places

[Krakenbox]

Calling one's community a Freehold means several things to a wayward Lost.

It is an oasis, providing respite among those who can truly understand the dangers lurking behind the light. Sacramento was building a reputation.

Whispers of revelry without bondage ripple through the Thorns, and Changelings passing along fond memories of their stay, no matter how brief. Spring holds sway in the eternal balmy city. Artists and business flourish, and adventure is pursued for the pure sake of a good story, or a novel find for a friend. The community was relaxed, blended; doing their best to build without the petty authority of the Wyrd.

Here, action is what matters. Bonds are forged through time rather than artificially demanded. And here, in the heart of Funderland, is were the first foreign signals appear. Someone wants to meet, and they know the Language.

"Lets do business."

Welcome to a Hedge-focused PrP! This plot is tagged High Risk with the understanding that Hedge delving is a tricky business with dangers always lurking. The purpose of this plot is to further establish a Hobbe community that PCs may choose to interact with, which will foster trade for Hedgespinning and occult focused plots.

Someone is leaving graffiti tags often used by Lost as a way of connecting. They have established multiple dead drops to coordinate a meeting with the local population. PCs may integrate themselves how they feel is appropriate, and make first contact.
Abraham Norton , Cole Volker , Seraphina , Sonnie Wu , Circe

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie was enjoying the nice spring weather, which made her job as a local courier not feel like work. The Beast had made her last delivery for her current shift, and had taken the opportunity to nom upon her favorite kind of lunch: taco truck cuisine.

The monkey girl typically had a big appetite. It was common for Beasts to be big eaters. Animal instincts led to eating all one could when food presented itself. One never knew when the next meal would come by. Though human enough to know better, it didn't stop Sonnie from devouring three tacos that afternoon.

After a hearty burp, the Steepscrambler was meandering through the 'streets' of Funderland for fun before she would have to return to her courier company's headquarters to get her next delivery assignments. Sacramento Express wasn't a big business, but it was nice enough.

It was during this aimless wandering that Sonnie noticed the graffiti. She paused and stared at it for a while. At first, she merely admired the artistry. Later, she realized there was a message and worked out the meaning. Raising an eyebrow, the monkey girl took out her phone and snapped a pic of the urban artwork.

She glanced about, wondering if other freeholders were around, then walked up to the graffiti and touched it, trying to get a sense of how old it was. She rubbed her fingers together and smelled them.

"Hmmm, clearly this spray paint was made in Portugal during the rainy season. Imported by a man with one leg, currently going through a divorce."

She shifted her voice to a lower tone, "By gawd, Sonja! How do you do it?" She then switched back and forth between her normal and low tones.

"Elementary, other Sonja! I have that Sherlock-vision like on the TV show!"

She gasped, "Brilliant, Sonja! Simply brilliant!"

She laughed lightly and waved off her own compliment, "Of course, of course. Now, someone should really show up so I can stop talking to myself like a lunatic!"

Equipment: Messenger bag, quarterstaff, smart phone, Hedgespun shoes (+2 Speed when active)

[Circe]

Circe had a long hooded trench coat with her this evening, plus a scarf in case she need to cover her face. Her attire beneath was simple enough, a black pocketed vest and dark blue denim with a deep crimson t-shirt beneath. Under the shirt was a layer of kevlar, thank you very much. The vest was loaded with a variety of small objects and she'd a number of holsters.

Circe looked like a medieval hawker of wears that happened to have guns and knives. Not an original idea either. Spotting a familiar monkey, she struts up behind Sonja. The Italian Fairest does nothing to disguise her voice or face, "Hey not so stranga, I got quite a selection if yer lookin' fer something."

equipment: smart phone, hooded trench coat, purple scarf, multiple holsters, smart phone, 3 mini water bottles, 2 knives, Colt 45 plus second clip and 24 rounds, Makarov with second clip plus 20 rounds, machete, knee high boots

[Cole Volker]

Cole had also heard the stories, and was itching for an excuse to get out of the house. His clothes were rather plain, and he carried no weapon on hand. Not that such a thing was necessary- he was capable of weaponizing his body, and strengthening it. Growing ever closer to completion.

It seemed some people were already here. Familiar faces.
"Hey friends. How's it going?"

Cole had the usual stuff of course- and he had a few of his tools around; none of them were meant for combat, but they could come in handy. He'd have to look into buying some actual weapons at some point- the scythe he was comfortable with was rather inconvenient in public. His new creation might be able to deliver it. Might.

"Art? Is that what's got everyone interested?"

Equipment: Cell phone, a random array of smithing tools that aren't viable for combat at all, a lighter, and a strange key fob.

[Sonnie Wu]

"Hi, your ex-majesty!" she smiled at Circe, pleased to see the blue elf. "I'd be interested if I even knew how to use a gun. I'm more interested in this graffiti. Ever seen it before?" she gestured at the coded message that decorated this wall in the amusement park, just in time for Abe and Cole to arrive.

"Gentlemen! Just in time! We are admiring this street art. Strart? I mean, if it was someone from the 'hold, they wouldn't bother with this, right? They'd just call or send a text thingy. This is from an outsider, yeah?"

[Seraphina]

It had been hard to miss the graffiti. Something similar, not the same, but similar appearing a while ago. But she didn’t remember anything coming of it. Though it was worth looking into, maybe this time, there would be answers Maybe.


So she headed to Funderland, wondering if anyone else had noticed it.


The Nix was rather casual in jeans, a white tank top and her Hedgespun coat. The necklace was around her neck as well, cause you never leave home with your Hedgespun items.


Thankfully, there was already some friendly faces! Seems coming here was the best call.


Long legs carry her over as she waves, “Hey guys!” greets the Treasured. “Anyone else notice any, interesting, art work lately around?”

Sera has her Hedgespun jacket(+1 Def +1 Int) Hedgespun necklace(+1 Expression), cell phone on silent, bottle of water, plus some costume jewerly

[Krakenbox]

As the Lost congregate to puzzle over the message, already packed for a trip to the Thorns, cheerful whistling is overheard—A weather-worn busker is hefting her cello case, pleased as punch with her full jar of bills cradled in her calloused fingers.

Frequent visitors would note her a regular presence down the block, often catching an audience before they enter Funderland proper. She had a good attitude, and never caused issue for security to ask her to nest elsewhere. She wasn't that good, however. Blonde dreads click with their beads as she nods to the group, scanning the graffiti with mild interest as she passes.

Moving forward with chosen meet being the default, Funderland.

Going over the equipment...
Cole Volker , please specify the amount of tools to give me an idea of how heavy for trekking, how numerous if you wish to use for Contracts, etc. Metalflesh gonna metal!
Seraphina if you plan on wagering jewelry, I just want a few specifics for you to gain benefits.

Anyone with Occult of at least 2 for Hedge basics:
Roll Wits + Occult, add specialty in Hedge if you have it.

[Circe]

"Good ta see ya boys n girls. And yes Sera it is such an advent guard," she said it completely wrong, "Kind of thing. The kind any professor would love ta analyze fer extra credit." Just in case mortal ears happen to hear them. Art or theater major could explain her attire for the night. "I'd be happy ta discuss the arts with colleagues," she smiles as her tone turns to a coo, "Especially if coffee is involved, cause I'm a total addict fer it."

Circe laughs at Sonja's label for her, "Back at ya Sonny. Ain't sure of my new job title, or titles kinda depends. Fingers crossed that I have less paperwork," she gives a fake grimace at that. There hadn't been any paperwork beforehand.

ooc misread the initial post, thought this was starting in the Hedge. Whoops. Circe is a less blatant about her weapons if they are outside the Thorns. Her hood is down, the decorative scarf doesn't cover her face, and the weapons are more hidden. Sorry about my confusion.