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  • The gang gets drunk and/or plays cards...

    Johnny waves off joining in. "I probably shouldn't. The last time I played cards with any sort of wagering involved, it was all over TMZ." And the naughty pictures therefrom are still making the rounds on the internet. "Solomon doesn't play cards--"

    "Ace at conkers, though," the Aussie chimes in.

    "--and Selene cheats like hell."

    The hacker looks up, squinting a bit. "I do not cheat. I just have very good pattern recognition so that it's hard to bluff against me."

    "Yeah," Johnny waves this off. "Don't let her deal. She cheats."

    "I just have very good luck!"

    "Last time I played with you, you ended up getting four royal flushes in a row, one for each suit."

    "If you think about the statistics and the odds..."

    They fall into bickering about this.
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    • Fi chuckles, "Four, in a row... yeah she cheats." And in what is possibly a pot to kettle moment the first hand turns up with Fi having a full house.

      Off in the corner of the room Emmett is reading a book sipping his water. His expression is quite neutral but the observant might note that he is pondering something.

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      • Aiden sighs and tosses down a Queen high. "Yeah, sure. Cheating. Why I don't bet when scions are playing. Too easy to goose Lady Luck with us."

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        • // GM POST TIME!

          And so, our gang drinks the night away

          Drinks are imbibed, cards are played, and wagers may or may not have been made. In any event, soon enough, everyone either passes out where they can lie down semi-comfortably, or they return to their rooms for slumber.

          Blessedly, there are no Portentous Nightmares of Ominous Prophecy to deal with, although there is still yet some fallout from them and the inherent wrongness that all scions can feel. Minor bits of nightmare crop up, but this owes more to whatever primal fears or phobias a person might have, and fade quickly upon waking. Sleep is fitful, but restful enough. Of course, there's still the hang-over coming in the morning...

          Somewhere Else

          Baleful muttering and cursing in Japanese. "I can't believe you gave up the Heart!"

          A shrug. "We have no further need of it. Utgard-Loki and his sorcerers have done their working and bestowed it to Forson for all the work he's done for them in the world."

          "He's right. Let Johnny Mercury and his rag-tag band of misfits have their moment." Barely even a smile twitches across cold features. "It will change nothing. In time, they will either see how pointless forestalling Fate is and fall in line, or doom will fall upon them."

          A chuckle, tinged slightly with a sleepy drawl. "And you gettin' to try'n stick your knife in tricksy Aiden Mistel's heart don' factor into any-a that now, does it?"

          A glare. "Don't you have some pockets to pick or some grifting to take care of?"

          A smile, hands spread wide. "Always runnin' a con, me. Lots of irons in lots of fires."

          "Speaking of. You really should keep MacBride on a tighter leash. Those wildfires by Colorado Springs..."

          A shrug, a shake of the head. "MacBride is more akin to a force of nature than anything. The most one can do with him is hope to aim him in times like this. I directed him out past habitation. I did not expect him to start a fire."

          "Where did our bouryokusha go?"

          "South, I believe. Even in his current state, he's not foolish enough to go to Vegas to try to avenge his defeat."

          "At any rate, if we have need of him, we'll find him. For now, I have a bank of experiments to recover." A flash of rainbow light, and one is gone.

          "Indeed. As for you two trouble-makers..."

          "Hm?" "Ne?"

          "Stir up trouble. Although I expect YOU to keep your distance from Mercury's group."

          "Nayate?!"

          "I mean it. You'll get your chance to tangle with Wukong's daughter later. For now, just stick to regular troubles."

          More cursing in Japanese. An amused chuckle. "Oh, po' wee Su-chan don' get to have no fun."

          A pause. "Let me tell you a story."

          "Ooh, I love storytime, me."

          "My father once grew very angry with my aunt. To show this, he tore the skin off her favorite horse and threw it through the wall of her sewing room."

          "...um..."

          "So you shouldn't taunt me, when you know I'd have no problem doing something worse to you, bonkura."

          Footsteps, a door opening and slamming. "...she more'n a little cray-cray, no?"

          "Don't antagonize her, is all I can say."

          The next morning...

          For better or worse, the gang makes it through the night. Selene has gotten tickets on a flight back to Las Vegas so they can return the Heart of Winter to Rodrigo Sevilla. Traffic is a bit of a nightmare, lots of honking and shouting by taxi drivers, and a lot of aggressive driving is being done.

          TSA is tricky, as well. Fortunately, the gang can just store their weapons and gear in Solomon's Armory, but the TSA folks aren't looking to be as easily persuaded to let Fiona's staff or Jack's knife go through. Indeed, it looks as though the most hard-assed and no-bullshit officers are on duty today...

          // GM Notes -- Nobody here has any knowledge of what transpired in the "Somewhere Else" segment of this post. Just a little insight into the internal dynamics of the 'Quislings.' A little complication now as the gang goes back through TSA to get on their flight to Vegas.
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          • The dreams our friendly neighborhood Aesir-kin have are fairly simple. Mostly, they revolve around the events of the past few days, memories fading in and out...

            ...chill of the air matched the cold of the graveyard, stepping through the new, shiny carved graves and any marker with a medallion, off deeper, towards the old and forgotten dead...

            ...splashing amber, the perfume of expensive cognac wafting through the stillness as he speaks...

            "... of the Dead, beautiful one of black and light ... offer this to you in respect and fear... strive to save all who are children of..."

            ...mist, thick and unnatural, flowing around him, soaking up the offering and any that had dripped upon the ground - a feeling of satisfaction permeating the air - a quiet, feminine sigh of gratitude...



            Aiden has literally no luggage - having left everything in Vegas due to the circumstances of his arrival - and his focus is etched into his flesh. He is quiet at the TSA, with every intention to make a minimum of fuss and continue worrying about...well, the end of the world.
            Last edited by Naamah; 06-27-2012, 07:43 PM.

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            • Emmett spends the better part of the plane trip writing notes and going over details of what went on trying to see if he can piece together the next play of the Titan's allies.

              Fi knowing better than to take her staff through security uses her ability to make it look like a walking cane and effects a Doctor House-style limp as they move about.

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              • Jack's situation is somewhat trickier than Fi's... but what he ends up doing is leaving all his weapons, as well as his knife, in the Armory. During the plane trip- and indeed, until he gets it back, he's going to be rather spaced out and a bit vague, as well.

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                • Returning to Vegas

                  TSA is a lot more gruff and humorless than usual. The gang witnesses a few instances of travelers being shunted aside for searches, and there's a lot more bad feelings abound. This continues on the plane as well, kids being a lot more insufferable, there seems to be at least three loudmouth complainers about the in-flight service, the flight attendants are far more impersonable than anyone can recall for this particular airline, and even the captain's announcements are clipped and only as professional as the job requires, the underlying tone being one of barely suppressed annoyance.

                  Luckily, arriving back in Vegas gets the gang transported back to the Palazzo in style. Mercury had called ahead and thus a limo is waiting. Once at the Palazzo, they're met by Fred Dutch and a whole passel of security-- none of whom trigger any alarm bells to anyone's bullshit detectors-- who escort them up in the elevators, up to Rodrigo Sevilla's virtually palatial suite. There, the majority of the gang is made to stay, while Johnny and Solomon handle the return of the Corazón del Invierno in another room.

                  Sevilla declaims loudly about how unprofessional the security is at the Palazzo, about how it's reprehensible that he had to seek outside help in retrieving his property (never you mind how he came to the conclusion that he sought out the help), and so on, cursing out Dutch and also Mercury and Solomon, both in English and Spanish, before eventually they're allowed to leave.

                  "I know I promised some kickback on this," Dutch says, "but I dunno how generous Sevilla's likely to be."

                  "Don't worry about it for now," Johnny assures him. "We'll talk business later."

                  As the gang leaves, Johnny sighs, "That didn't all go as expected. I'll make sure that Hays pays out with a reward on all this."

                  The gang returns to their hotel, where Solomon opens up the Armory and Wardrobe so everyone can recollect their things and change clothes. Johnny continues on his train of thought, "Okay, so evidently the Titanspawn did something with the Heart while they had it, and it's probably causing whatever's going on that we can feel things being Wrong somehow. For now, it looks like we're in the clear, so you all can go back to whatever it is you do in your spare time-- carving up meat, being a private dick, or being drunk wastrels. Just stay in touch. The other shoe's gonna drop soon, and if the Fate-watchers are right, we'll be in the middle of it all."

                  And so the gang is free to do whatever, get drunk, hang out, party, and eventually return to their rooms for the duration of their stay in Vegas, especially given that Johnny gets Paul Hays-- the Pluto-scion bankrolling their adventure-- to comp their rooms.

                  It's two days later when everyone in Vegas with even a hint of Divine blood gets a Major Premonition that something Very Bad is about to Happen... The primary sensation that the children of the Divine receive is that they should Get Out of Town NOW...

                  // GM NOTES--

                  Okay, so this isn't as far forward as I'd like, but I figure this is a good point to move forward to. Yes, there is a Major Catastrophe approaching, and it's not one that the gang has any hope of stopping. Fair warning!
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                  • ((OKAY EVERYBODY WAKE UP TIMES))

                    Two days has passed in a rather gloomy fashion for our favorite Aesir. Some of it is spent playing the cheap tables at various casinos, more interested in observing the change in humanity than much else. And the end of the second day is spent at an animal shelter, with a hefty donation to let the volunteers be inclined to just let him play with the dogs for hours.

                    He likes the shepherds, the big dogs with thick coats, the best.

                    The morning of ill omen comes to him in a start, and he's on his feet before he can really recognize what he's feeling. He tosses on new khakis but the same dog-hair-dusted shirt from the day before, grabs wallet and keys and phone, and sends a group text to everyone: WAKE UP GO TO J ROOM PLZ.

                    He sprints to Summer's Cafe, which is still closed even though it should have opened three hours ago. One of the mundane employees is perched on the step, morosely texting. He doesn't ask her, just turns and keeps running back to Johnny's room.

                    His key-card lets him in, and he doesn't knock, gasping as he stumbles in. "Johnny. Wake up. Please."

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                    • Jack's time was probably spent rather differently than the others... The first half of the first day was mostly him trying to get in a bit more sleep. The second half is spent on the internet doing a bit of research... And finding interesting bits about roasted soybeans, of all things. That's up until about 4 PM, when he gets up, and heads out without another word, taking his bags with him. For fairly good reason... His bus ticket home isn't going to last forever. So he's pretty much unaware of the hullabaloo about to go down in that desert town.

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                      • Around Vegas
                        Emmett takes his free time to relax, read a book, get a nap or two in and eventually picks up the phone and dials some time in the evening.

                        The voice on the other end sounds bleary and tired, "'ello"

                        "Kevin, sorry, did I wake you?"

                        The voice on the other end perks up a bit, "EJ?! What are you doing up so late?"

                        "Sorry, the time difference. I'm in Vegas on a job." He takes a sip glass of scotch.

                        "And you just felt the need to call me at one in the morning?"

                        "Yeah... look things are getting weird around... well everywhere."

                        "..."

                        "Look, you know how I get bad feelings sometimes, and they come true. Well I have one of those right now, at like DEFCON 1. Just keep your head down man. Something bad is coming, and I don't know what."

                        "EJ we've been through a lot together, and I respect you. Danger comes with the job. Look, you know me, I'm always careful.... get some sleep and stop worrying about things you can't change. You don't have to police the whole world."

                        Emmett nods, a stupid gesture he thinks to himself since Kevin can't see it, "Ok... yeah. Look say hi to Becky for me and tell her I'm sorry for bugging you guys." The line clicks in answer. Emmett can imagine Kevin's wife, and his former fiance, arguing with one another. The fact that all three of them had remained friends was a testament to their relationship and mutual like of one another. Things hadn't always been good, but mostly at Kevin's insistence they had always been their to at least listen when the world didn't make sense.


                        Elsewhere in Vegas, probably at a few of the same cheap Casinos as everyone's favorite (mostly) Aesir, the Monkey Princess spends her time slamming back drinks and picking a pocket or two for some gambling money which she manages to blow on more drinks and playing really badly at black jack.

                        Late into the evening she decides she's had enough gambling and decides to find a dive. This of course with the way things have been is an exceedingly bad idea. At the bar someone makes some off handed comments about her looking like a slut or some such, but Fi is too drunk to tell exactly. A few slurred words and a punching of the wrong guy later the bar is in a full on brawl. Which ends the way most brawls do, with her out on her ass and in cuffs.

                        The following morning, round about the time Aiden is showing up at Johnny's room as fate would have it, the phone rings. (assuming someone picks up) Fi is on the other end, "I need someone to come pick me up... I don't have any money for a cab and the cops are being stingy bastards." Whomever picks up and is familiar with such would recognize the tinge of a hangover in her voice.

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                        • // GM POST TIME!! BEWARE I LIVE! RUN RUN RUN!

                          Jack
                          Jack's decision to get out of town early means that he gets to miss a lot of the excitement. It also means that he's well outside of town when the rest of the team gets together.

                          Fiona
                          As Fate would have it, Solomon is already on hand at the police station, and he collects the Monkey Princess. "Come on, Fi, we gotta go..." Words are exchanged with the police, but when the Aussie flashes some form of identification at them-- Fiona might just recognize it as resembling an FBI packet (albeit a fake)-- they grumble and let her go without complaint. He gives a smile as he signs the release forms. "Fi, I know you, I knew you were gonna get your arse locked up for causin' trouble again."

                          A taxi isn't necessary, as Solomon is driving. He tosses her a cell phone. "Dunno what is happenin', Fi, but if you know anyone in town and care about them, you'd best tell them to get their arses out of Vegas... Summer's gone and her Cafe's shut."

                          Altogether Now - At Johnny's Room

                          Johnny needs no waking, as Aiden's arrival (followed shortly by Fi and Sol, and presumably Emmett as well) comes as he's throwing the last of his things into a suitcase. Selene is there as well, hurriedly typing on her laptop. "Glad you could all make it," Johnny says breathlessly as he darts through the suite, filching a few things from the hotel as well. "Whatever the Jotunhammer is, it's coming soon--"

                          "By Ra's Light," Selene suddenly gasps. "I know what it is..."

                          She drops her laptop on the counter and grabs the remote for the big-screen TV on the wall. She flips it on and toggles it over to the nearest news station.

                          "--eports are just coming in from NASA, and again, it appears as though an asteroid is on the verge of entering Earth's orbit. About an hour ago, the asteroid came out from behind the radar shadow of the moon, and is still moving quickly. Authorities are urging that everyone remain calm, but have not specified any information on the projected impact site--" The news-anchor pauses, listening to something over his earpiece, and his face goes ashen. He says more gravely, "We are receiving new reports now from our correspondents at NASA, and this has been confirmed by the White House. The projected impact zone for the asteroid is somewhere in the western United States. They are saying it could hit anywhere between Montana and New Mexico, and as far east as the Rocky Mountains. The-- At this time, we urge everyone to remain calm, stay tuned to the local emergency bands in your area, if you are within that impact zone..."

                          The news report continues in that vein, with a map of the southwestern US showing some worrying concentric circles. Selene, Solomon, and Johnny all look at this, then at each other, then at the rest of the band. "I think we know where it's going to hit," Johnny croaks. "Solomon, do you--"

                          "The Armory and Wardrobe won't protect us from something like that," the Sobek-kin says with a shake of his head. "Ditto the holding cells where I stashed that oni from the other night and kept Luke until I could get him to Divine med care. And they'll have evac'd him by now."

                          "We should get to the Luxor," Selene says. "With all the Egyptian themed decor, it serves as a touchstone to our Divinity. We can get to a more secure place off of Earth from there."

                          "Might be tricky, though," Solomon points out. "Not everyone here is from our Divinity. They might take Johnny-- I know Da's a fan of his movies-- but Aiden and Fi would get left in the lurch. I dunno that Da would accept them through, even on my say-so."

                          "Ditto my Father," Selene adds. "He barely even pulls strings for his children, and especially not for the one who likes computers more than hard copy."

                          Johnny grimaces. "There's got to be more than one touchstone around here that they can use."

                          The rest of the gang should be more or less aware of "touchstones." There are any number of supernatural locales that are not accessible to the mundane world in normal circumstances. Some of these places are accessible through such "touchstones." The touchstones resonate with the locale in question. Aspects of Thoth's Great Library can be found by going deep into grand libraries, like the New York City Public Library. There is a locale called The Great Henge, which resonates with any and all standing stones. And so on.

                          "Selene, do you know of any for the Aesir or Bureaucracy?" Johnny asks.

                          // Annnnd tag time! There is a bit of a deadline on Getting the Fuck Out of Town, but you've got juuuust enough time to get yourselves out. Ain't no way to stop the Jotunhammer from dropping.
                          PWNADE(TM) - Serve up a glass today! | PWNZER - An act of pwnage so awesome, it's like the victim got hit by a tank.

                          There are only Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse because I choose to walk!

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