Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[Derek Payne]

Something will go here eventually.

[Action Hank]

-_-;

[Seru]

HE GIVES A GREAT BIG CRY.

HE CAN SWALLOW UP THE OCEAN.

[Seru]

The Ogre Battle forum is only for discussions about Ogre Battle.

[Action Hank]

Would you like to purchase my original SNES copy of Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen?

[Magic Juan]

I own that, too.

[Jason]

The Players

Theldorrin as Edgar De Wit.

Jason as Leslie Stocke.

Mike Dunn as Johnny Bowler.

Stefan as Levi Salzbergh.

Calvin as Alma Graves.

Andre as Ashleigh McQueen.
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[Jason]

Insanity

Derek: Anyway real quick before I give a description of the city I'm giving I need to tell you about a custom rule I'm adding for this campaign.
Derek: Which I can do because I'm storyteller so no fucking bitching.
Derek: Anyway every once in a while I'm going to have you roll a difficulty 6 roll on one of your virtues.
Derek: If you fail you pick up an insanity point.

Levi: Shit
Levi: Fucking virtues...

Derek: When you hit 5 points you pick up a psychosis of my choosing and the meter resets.

Ashleigh: I'll avoid things that make me insane.

Edgar: Shit. One of my virtues is shit.

Derek: If the meter fills up 3 times your character becomes irreversibly insane, and the character is out of the game.
Derek: Or that's the end for them.

Alma: That's a neat rule.

Johnny: gawd

Edgar: A fail is not getting any successes, right?
Edgar: Or getting botches that nullify it?

Derek: Yes a fail is no successes.
Derek: Also you can spend a temporary willpower point to drop your meter back to zero, but it will not negate a psychosis you've already picked up.

Ashleigh: Is there going to be a lot of crazy shit going on or what?

Derek: Yeah

Ashleigh: Because I don't think we should be losing our shit that often.

Derek: Why do you think I wanted everyone to have a 7 humanity or higher?

Ashleigh: Because it stops us from committing murder all the time?

Derek: That, and it means you will be more susceptible to horrifying things than a bunch of jackasses with 4 humanity.

Ashleigh: I guess we should all do horrible shit to lower our humanity so we won't go insane.
Ashleigh: Anyway, I'm done being an asshole.

Derek: Anyway I hope everyone caught the gist of that rule.

Johnny: man...

Ashleigh: I guess my primary strategy if I find one of our teammates less than acceptable is to tip them toward insanity.

Levi: I can't wait for all the people I kill to have their corpses turn into children
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[Jason]

Coast Towne

Derek: Coast Towne is the second largest city in California after Los Angeles with a bussling population of around 5 million.

Johnny: shit is real in the CT

Derek: Unusually foggy Coast Towne is famous for it's winding small side streets that makes the city almost seem like a maze to newcomers.
Derek: It has a booming film industry being called a second Hollywood.
Derek: And as such it attracts actors and singers and entertainers the world over.
Derek: The Prince is a toreador named Rogers Nelson who has been in control since 1963.

Edgar: Oh, sweet!

Derek: And the camarilla have managed to maintain a tight grip of control on the city under his leadership.

Ashleigh: We should fight to kick the prince out of the Anarch Free State!

Derek: There is also a good deal of crime in Coast Towne at night considering the number of failed starving artists trying to get by without much success.
Derek: While not the ideal environment for humans, it makes it perfect for a vampire out on the prowl at night seeking to feed and strengthen themselves.
Derek: And that, is Coast Towne.

Ashleigh: *posts a giant sign at Coast Towne city limits: NO HUMANDS ALOUD*
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[Jason]

Edgar's Chapter 1 "A horrible night to have... a play"
"There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate life now."

Derek: You awaken to your apartment in Coast Towne in 1963.  A well furnished stylish apartment for the time period containing various random decorations from your career. From a sword you used during a play about Robin Hood to a leather apron from when you portrayed Jack the Ripper.
Derek: You know that tonight is an important night for you.  You are to be performing the lead in a play honoring the coronation of Prince Rogers Nelson.  If successful you know your status within the camarilla could be secured.

Edgar: I check a clock.
Edgar: Oh wait. I guess I have to get out of bed and turn on a light because they don't have LED clocks back then.

Derek: You turn on the lights and notice the clock is at 5:30 pm.

Edgar: When's my performance?
Edgar: Or the coronation, rather, since I should probably be there earlier.

Derek: You recall that you need to be at the playhouse at 7:30 and that the play begins at 9.

Edgar: OK.

Derek: The coronation occurred earlier, this is a play that is part of a week of celebrations.

Edgar: OK.
Edgar: I'll go through my evening routine. Shower, brushing teeth, and then put on some trousers and a nice polo shirt.

Derek: Roll perception + investigation.
Derek: Difficulty 5.

Edgar: roll 3#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Derek: As you are performing your routine you notice a small caraffe with a note tucked under it in the corner of your bedroom.

Edgar: I walk over and pick up the note and read it.

Derek: You pick up the note a scroll through the elegant handwriting. "Good luck on tonight's show.  I look forward to seeing how much your craft has improved.  sincerely, The Lady"

Edgar: I smile to myself and inspect the carafe.

Derek: You pick up the small caraffe and noticed that it is filled with an aromatic blood that has the slightest hint of alcohol smell too it.
Derek: A bottle of blood wine, a favored gift from your sire before shows.

Edgar: Can I drink if I'm full?

Derek: Well let's just say that you have lost a temporary blood pool point for the change in night.
Derek: And the caraffe will refill that.

Edgar: I'll slowly take a sip from the carafe.
Edgar: I'll drink the entire thing then place it on a counter, and tuck the note away in a drawer.

Derek: The flavor of the blood hits your tongue and it is completely decadent.  Your sire always did have a knack for finding the finest mortal specimens.
Derek: The slight amount of alcohol hits your system as well relaxing you.
Derek: You always found the Lady's method of preparing for shows to be helpful.

Edgar: I close my eyes and take a deep cleansing breath.
Edgar: "I suppose I'd better hurry along."
Edgar: I take a quick look around at my apartment to make sure I'm not forgetting anything.

Derek: You notice the time is now 6:15.  You realize you had better take a cab before you go.
Derek: If you are to make it in time.
Derek: Roll perception + Investigation
Derek: Difficulty 6

Edgar: roll 3#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 3#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}

Derek: You don't notice anything else you should be remembering to take with you.

Edgar: Is this the sort of city where you can hail cabs or do I need to telephone for it?

Derek: Also, it's the type of city where at least at this point in time you can hail a cab.
Derek: Seeing as how there aren't cell phones yet or any crap like that.

Edgar: OK. I'll grab my keys, wallet and a comb and head out.
Edgar: (I don't have my satchel at this point in time)
Edgar: Oh, and I grab a hat.

Derek: You hit the streets and notice that once again it's another foggy Coast Towne night.

Edgar: I hold out my hand and whistle for a cab.

Derek: A cab pulls up.  The driver seems to be a well dressed man with bright red slicked back hair, you think for a moment you see horns on his head but at a second glance you see none.  He asks "Where to?"

Edgar: Would I be able to tell him where without having him drive me there violate the masquerade? I'm not sure how big the celebration is.
Edgar: I would normally not assume a crazy bacchanalia, but it is a Toreador prince.

Derek: You know that the theater is actually in an old abandoned movie theater.
Derek: You can give him the street address without giving up the masquerade.

Edgar: OK, I'll do so.
Edgar: I get into the back of the cab and look at the driver.

Derek: The cab ride is long and monotonous and you can almost feel yourself dozing off during the ride.  You are suddenly awakened by the cab driver whistling "Jeepers Creepers" in the front seat and pulling over to the side of the road.

Edgar: I'll give him a nice 20% tip and head out of the car.
Edgar: "Thanks for the ride."

Derek: He smiles at you, and once again you think you can see horns, but you think it might just be your mind playing tricks on you.
Derek: "Have fun" he says followed by a wicked laugh.

Edgar: I'll start whistling to myself and head to the stagedoor entrance.

Derek: You turn to find yourself in an alley that isn't your stop with fog that is deep and thick almost soupy in it's effect on the atmosphere.

Edgar: Damn it!

Derek: Behind you the cab can no longer be seen lost in the thick fog.

Edgar: "Shit. I shouldn't have been so preoccupied with my performance."

Derek: Deep in the alley you can see what looks like a light coming from the end of it.

Edgar: I'll go into the light.

Derek: As you walk into the alley the sound of your footsteps change from the sound of walking on stone to the sound of walking on metal grates.
Derek: You begin to hear what sounds like dangling chains clinking against the wall.
Derek: A strange pain filled moan emanates from all around you.

Edgar: "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Derek: As you progress further into the alley it gets thinner, you see what looks like religious symbols drawn in blood on the wall barbed hooks dangling all around.
Derek: Beneath you metal grates through them you think can almost see fire.
Derek: You hear no response, bit you the moaning is getting louder and definitely coming from the end of the alley.
Derek: Roll courage!

Edgar: roll 2#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 2#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

Derek: You manage to shake off what's going on around you without an effect on your sanity, but despite the feeling of unease you feel drawn to continue down the alley.

Edgar: I'll continue down then.

Derek: as you make it further down the alley the heat from beneath the grates feels palpable.  You can now see fully beneath them and what appears to be humans burning and chained to rocks that seem to be made of fire.
Derek: The religious symbols on the wall written in blood are now accompanied by writing that appears to be in latin.
Derek: the barbed chains now seeming to have random body parts attached to them.
Derek: You now hear whispering in latin to go with the moaning...
Derek: Suddenly the moaning turns into a loud scream and then there is nothing.

Edgar: Did the visuals disappear as well?

Derek: No, you are still in the alley.
Derek: You can tell you are very close to the source of the moaning now.
Derek: Or where the moaning was coming from.

Edgar: "A very compelling performance."
Edgar: I'll head towards the former source of the moaning.

Derek: You find yourself reaching what seems to be the end of the alley.
Derek: You see what looks to be something human, flayed and tortured, now dead, crucified above a large pool of blood and gore that drips through the grates.
Derek: Next to it is a tall gaunt man dressed in a priest's robes.

Edgar: Can I smell the blood?

Derek: His long black greasy hair covers most of his pale unshaven face.
Derek: he appears to be praying.
Derek: Roll self control.

Edgar: roll 4#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 4#d10 --> [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}

Derek: You maintain your composure despite the sights in front of you avoiding any affect on your sanity.
Derek: The area reaks of copper and the distinct smell of sulfur (and possibly brimstone).

Edgar: Can I use auspex on the man?

Derek: Yes

Edgar: I want to see his aura.

Derek: Roll perception + empathy

Edgar: roll 5#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Derek: You can distinguish the main color of black, but you can tell there are other colors.

Edgar: Is it pale?

Derek: No
Derek: The man suddenly turns to you.
Derek: "Welcome, sinner."

Edgar: I'll use awe.
Edgar: And say "Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."

Derek: roll Charisma + Performance difficulty 7

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}

Edgar: Gosh.
Edgar: My charmed existence nulls one 1.

Derek: Still, fail...

Edgar: Yeah, but maybe not a botch.
Edgar: Yeah

Derek: Yeah it's not a botch.
Derek: "This one presumes to speak to the me as if he is not filled and marked with his sin."
Derek: "This one would know better if they truly knew The Father..."
Derek: As he speaks the last word you can swear you hear a wale of screams coming up from the grates.
Derek: "But it is not this one's time."
Derek: "Play at your false humanity sinner, for soon you and all your kind shall know the lord's wraith through the hands of The Father."
Derek: He reaches out to touch your face and you feel a searing sensation in your head.
Derek: Things go black for a moment.
Derek: And suddenly you find yourself back in your cab.
Derek: "Hey buddy, we're at your stop."
Derek: The driver now appears to be a rather plain looking man wearing dirty common clothes and a cabby's cap.

Edgar: I'll look out the window to make sure that that's true.
Edgar: And if it is, I'll hand him a 20% tip and thank him for the ride.

Derek: You see the front of the abandoned theater.
Derek: He tips his hat takes the money and drives off.

Edgar: I'll head on in the stagedoor.
Edgar: "My vision will have to wait. The Prince is expecting me."

Derek: You find the back door into the abandoned theater and as you enter you find a rather elegant looking play hall done in a class victorian style.
Derek: Red and gold colors adorn the entire hall as you see numerous kindred gathered and mingling prior to the play.

Edgar: Do I have time to mingle, or is it time to get ready?

Derek: You notice on an old clock on the wall that you are early you have time for a little mingling prior to the play you notice a couple of other actors themselves engaged in discussion.
Derek: Additionally an elegant beautiful woman with long flowing blonde hair approaches you with a smile on her face.
Derek: You recognize her as your sire The Lady Grey.

Edgar: I'll smile back at her.

Derek: "Dear Edgar, you never did learn to be fashionably late to a party."

Edgar: I'll take her right hand and kiss it.

Derek: She giggles at your action.
Derek: "Still so formal and gentlemanly.  Always my favorite childe."
Derek: "Come, come, let us go meet the guest of honor.  If you impress him it will mean big things for you."

Edgar: "That sounds like an excellent idea. Lead the way."

Derek: She leads you through the throng of well dressed vampires.
Derek: You find yourself lead to a well dressed short pale feminine man with a thin moustache.  His hair is black and curly, his pants unusually tight but still fashionable for the time period.
Derek: You vaguely recognize him from having seen him at a glance at rehearsals at Prince Rogers Nelson.
Derek: The Lady speaks, 'Dear Prince let me introduce you to the start of tonight's show!"
Derek: He curls his lip in a smile, "Why lady no introduction should be needed how I could not be familiar with Mr. Edgar, I've been a fan of his since the days of radio."

Edgar: I'll give a graceful bow.
Edgar: "It's always a pleasure to meet someone familiar with my work."

Derek: "Such a polite handsome fellow." his smile widens.
Derek: "Just know dear sir that of all the celebrations this week I've been looking forward to this play most of all.
Derek: "There would definitely be a place for an actor such as you in my court, if you impress me."
Derek: The lady giggles at this, "Don't make the poor childe nervous, dear Prince."

Edgar: "Nothing would give me greater pleasure."

Derek: He eyes you up and down keenly appraising your worth and attractiveness he almost seems distracted.
Derek: "Well dear boy then you should get ready for the play I'm so excited I can hardly contain myself!"
Derek: As he speaks this word he swoops up a goblet of blood up to his mouth and guzzles it quickly.

Edgar: "I've heard many great things about you, sir, and expect that this will be the beginnings of very fortuitous times."
Edgar: "Yes, indeed." I'll give a small bow and head off to my dressing room.

Derek: "Such flattery will get you everywhere, handsome!"
Derek: "Now go, and don't disappoint!"
Derek: The lady gives you a knowing nod, you take this as your queue to get ready for the play.
Derek: Prepare for an EXTENDED ROLL!
Derek: Acting, plus charisma difficulty 6 you need ten successes.

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Edgar: How many rolls?

Derek: Until you succeed, or botch out completely.

Edgar: OK

Derek: Anyway
Derek: I'll let you know when to roll again.

Edgar: OK

Derek: You take the stage for an opening monolog.
Derek: The play seems to be a vampiric version of Hamlet with you playing the title character who seems to be modeled after the prince you're trying to impress.
Derek: You give an impressive monolog the audience chuckles at the subtle humor while the prince seems very pleased whispering to the lady.
Derek: Roll again!

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Derek: You charm your way through to the second act, impressing the audience  even further.  Some of the women (and the prince) seem to swoon at your romantic interaction with the female lead.
Derek: The other actors seem almost invisible compared to your impressive performance.
Derek: Roll again!

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}

Edgar: That was a stinker.

Derek: The third act while not as stellar as the previous two shows that you have demonstrated even with a few fumbles from fellow cast members you can carry a scene.
Derek: Roll again!

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: EdgarDeWitt rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}

Edgar: Stupendous!

Derek: The fourth act comes, and before the play is even over the audience is giving a standing ovation at your spectacular monolog during the climax in which you find out your sire was murdered by the current prince.  Even if you completely failed the final act it would be meaningless.
Derek: The play has been a spectacular success, your position as a member of the Prince's court is assures and you are the delight and talk of the town of Vampires all over Coast Towne.
Derek: As the curtains come to a close you cal tell that this is just the beginning if an amazing career in Coast Towne.
Derek: However in the back of your mind you feel a nagging feeling about the events from earlier in the evening.

Edgar: A vision of things to come, perhaps?

Derek: You know that perhaps if he is real and not just a nightmare The Father's warning is not a hollow one.
Derek: END SOLO SESSION!

Edgar: That was very nice.
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[Jason]

Leslie's Chapter 1 Witching Hours are Over, Sir
“Sickness shows us what we are”

Derek: You awaken to your apartment modest apartment. The definite signs of a former academic, littered with books on all manner of subjects but sparsely furnished.
Derek: It's the happening year of 1985, but things aren't so "happening" for you as you have a brother in the hospital dying of AIDS.
Derek: Tonight is your last chance to petition the Prince to turn him into a vampire and save his life. Either way you will have to deliver the news to him later in his hospital.
Derek: You have a scheduled audience with Prince Rogers Nelson at his night club this evening, and you know to be prompt when it comes to the Prince.

Leslie: I get out of bed and reflect for the thousandth time on how I got into this whole mess. I know I need to make a good impression for the prince, so I shower for the first time that week and find the cleanest set of clothes I can - black slacks, a white button shirt and a black silk tie.
Leslie: I look in the mirror and consider shaving my face for the occasion but... I just can't. The futility of knowing that my facial hair will be back exactly as it was every night for the last twenty years is too much.
Leslie: So I leave.

Derek: You know the meeting is at the Prince's nightclub "The Royal Boudoir" in an hour. It's across town so it might be in your interest to take a cab.

Leslie: I flag one.

Derek: A cab pulls up. The cab driver is a rather plain looking unsuspecting man.
Derek: "Where to?"

Leslie: I give the address of the night club without looking up. With my fingernail, I trace lines on the window as the city goes by and I think about Eric.

Derek: The cab ride goes by surprisingly quick the city rushing past your face.
Derek: You arrive outside the nightclub a rather gaudy looking 80's nightclub people lining the streets in front of the door dressed akin Eddie Murphy from Raw or Madonna.
Derek: You partially recognize that the 80s are in fact a horrible decade.

Leslie: hehehe

Derek: You notice a large burly door man looking over a list of names at the door rejecting the vast majority of the people trying to get in the door.

Leslie: "Oh God..." I say quietly to myself as I see the crowd and feel uneasy. I hand the driver a thin, single bill to cover the fare and a very modest tip and step outside.
Leslie: I adjust my tie and clear my throat. Do I approach the bouncer... ? I stand nervously silent for too long, then feel as if I have no other choice but to walk over to the very back of the line and claim a spot and wait.

Derek: The line is not moving, and you recognize that if you're to make it to your appointment on time you need to move quickly.

Leslie: "Son of a ..."
Leslie: "Excuse me," I say, pushing past the people in front of me. "Sorry," I add. I find the bouncer and say to him: "I think I'm expected in there."

Derek: He looks at you and sneers.
Derek: "Name?"

Leslie: "Stocke. Leslie Stocke," I say, trying to eye the list of names in his hand.

Derek: He skims over the list for a minute and eyes you up and down.
Derek: "Yeah you're on the list. Next time don't be such a pussy buddy."
Derek: He proceeds to open the door and wave for you to enter.

Leslie: "Yeah, I'll work on that."
Leslie: I head inside.

Derek: You enter the the club and are astounded at the ridiculousness of the hole thing.
Derek: Colored lights and lasers are flashing throughout a fog filled room.
Derek: Dancers litter the floor grooving to Prince's Raspberry Beret. One in particular catches your eyes a well dressed man with slick backed red hair for a moment you almost think you see horns on his head, but in the next instance they're gone. He is in the center spot of the dance floor. You could swear you saw him wink at you.
Derek: To the side you see the stairs that lead up to the Prince's office.

Leslie: In my early days in Coast Towne, I had to follow winks and specters just to finally figure out what I was and where to go. The instinct to investigate is still with me, but my business at hand and the fact that I don't particularly feel like carousing through a dance floor keeps me to the side of the club, walking up the stairs.

Derek: You arrive at the top of the stairs and see another large man at the top of the stairs.
Derek: He holds his hand up for you to stop. "The Prince is in a meeting at the moment. He'll be with you shortly Mr. Stocke."
Derek: You heard some voices coming from inside the office.
Derek: "YOU PROMISED ME A CHILD FOR MY HELP TO YOU THRONE, NELSON!"
Derek: "Don't... with me... I have what you promised."
Derek: "Ah such a beautiful baby boy... where... he from?"
Derek: "Some woman in the club... She was... by one of our regulars... I secured the child... your purpose."
Derek: "Excellent... business is done!"
Derek: A large grotesque looking man in a robe proceeds to exit the door cradling the child as he rushes down the stairs guards in tow.
Derek: You notice the red headed horned man from the dance floor walk over to him and smile and coo at the child. One again you think you see horns, but you can't be sure.
Derek: Anyway you have your own business with the Prince.
Derek: The guard turns to you, "You may enter the Prince is ready for his meeting with you."

Leslie: "Mr. Stocke," I hear in my head, and in my mind's eye I see my students, former high schoolers that must be middle-aged by now, looking older than me... I see Sarah, and I swallow, before I take notice of the muffled shouting.
Leslie: I do my best to ignore the argument, but the child that was carried past me catches my eye and I feel my stomach turn.
Leslie: I try hard to pry my eyes away from the men on the dance floor and enter the prince's office.

Derek: As you enter the Prince's office you notice a large number of gaudy portraits of the same man from different eras in different style of dress.
Derek: You recognize them as the Prince who you see sitting calmly behind a desk wearing a purple velvet suit with a puffy shirt underneath. His hair is straightened into what looks like a woman's hairstyle with a thin moustache over his pale lips.
Derek: He smiles, "Now what can I do for you today Mr. Stocke?"

Leslie: The absurdity of doing what I came here to do with this man looking the way he looks could almost make me laugh. Almost.
Leslie: "Your bouncer called me a pussy," I say softly, without thinking.

Derek: The prince laughs, "He's a rather gruff man. But he's not exactly wrong is he?"
Derek: He asks rather slyly.
Derek: "Now why are you wasting my time again, or is it just to whine about my bouncers?"

Leslie: Licking my lips in thought, I debate over whether or not to say what I want to say or just get to the point. I clench my fist on the knee of my pants and say: "Listen, I hate to pry, but did I really just see a child come out of here? Being carried by one of those, uh, Nosferatus?"

Derek: His look turns stern.
Derek: "This can't possibly be why you'd beg for an appointment with me would it? To pry into my business?"

Leslie: "No, it's just..." I get out before trailing off. "I'd really like to be told that I didn't see what I think I saw."
Leslie: "I'm sorry," I say. "Forget it."
Leslie: "I'm sorry," I say again.

Derek: His lip curles into a half smile.
Derek: "Think nothing of it. Now again, why are you here?"

Leslie: "Prince," I say, hoping I'm addressing him the right way, "you've been very good to me. I know that you have. When I first got here, the other Gangrel, they... they made it pretty clear that I didn't have much of a chance, a stranger to the city without a real sire. And I'll always be grateful to you for letting me stay."
Leslie: "My brother, he's, uh, he's sick. I don't know if you're familiar with the latest in human medicine, but there's a blood disease now, a fatal... disease. He's dying."

Derek: "Yes it's quite tragic how fragile these mortals are isn't it."

Leslie: "Not a lot of good has come to me because of my embrace, but for the first time, I feel like I can actually accomplish something. Something good. I, um, I wanted to see you, sir, to ask your permission to sire my brother. To save him. I don't think I'd still be alive today without his support."

Derek: "Ah how touching, a brother's love. You wish to save him from his horrible fate do you?"
Derek: "To be the heroic older brother you always hoped you could be I see."
Derek: "All you need is my permission, and with a little time you will have extricated him from the jaws of death and will embrace sweetly filled with brotherly love."
Derek: He nods his head side to side if in thought and takes a sip from his goblet.
Derek: "No."

Leslie: "E- excuse me?"

Derek: "No, I will not have more Caitiff scum running around this city."
Derek: "It's getting bad enough as it is, and it's high time I finally cracked down on this nonsense."
Derek: "And if I let you embrace someone, then someone with some other irrelevent sob story will come in begging the same thing, and soon there won't be any mortals left."
Derek: "Just a bunch of pathetic caitiff begging to embrace the person who pulled their kitten out of a tree."
Derek: "So no. We're done here you may leave."
Derek: He turns to face away from you waving his hand.
Derek: The large guard grabs you rather roughly by the arm and proceeds to throw you out of the office and down the stairs before shutting the door.
Derek: It all happened so quickly you're somewhat flabbergasted.

Leslie: I lean against the wall of the night club, dumbfounded. I turn back to the stairs, place my foot on the first step and then... pull it away. I look up at the prince's office hopelessly. It suddenly dawns on me that, although I didn't expect the prince to say yes, I REALLY didn't expect him to say no.
Leslie: Slowly, I make my way outside.

Derek: You notice the large clock on the wall as you're walking out. By the clock you can tell you still have time to make your way to the hospital to see your brother if you catch a cab quickly.

Leslie: I do so, immediately. I struggle to get out the directions to my driver.

Derek: The cab ride take slightly longer than you expect due to traffic. It arrives at Coast Towne general. A large hospital building built vertically rather than horizontally. Rumor has it the hospital was originally built with 13 floors, but due to troubles a 14th floor was added.

Leslie: I drop the money somewhere in the vicinity of the cab driver's hand without looking, then hurry inside and make my way to the receptionist's desk.

Derek: You make your way inside the hospital and to the front desk.
Derek: A rather elderly woman in a nurse's outfit stops you.
Derek: "May I help you, sir?"

Leslie: "My brother is a patient here. Eric Stocke." The words are dry, and shaken.

Derek: "Well I'm sorry, sir, but visiting hours are over."

Leslie: "Please," I say, my voice quivering. "I need to see him."

Derek: roll charisma plus expression difficulty 7

***Leslie rolls 7 10-sided dice: 5 1 6 4 9 4 10

Derek: While not showing it, she seems at least moderately moved by your appeal.
Derek: "Well let me call up and see if it's okay for you to see him. If you could take a seat over there and wait a moment, I'll call when you can go up."

Leslie: "Thank you."
Leslie: I fidget in my seat.

Derek: You sit and wait each second seeming to pass like an hour.
Derek: You almost feel yourself doze off for a moment when finally you hear.
Derek: "Sir you may go up now, the elevators are over there."
Derek: The woman looks completely different than the one before, a dark wrinkled complexion with long silver hair. Her eyes a pale ghostly blue, she smiles at you with a row a ghastly yellow teeth. As she does so you think you can almost see her entire eyes turn black."
Derek: She points a wrinkled hand with brown jagged fingernails to the elevator.

Leslie: "Floor?" I ask, barely louder than a whisper.

Derek: "Why floor 13, sir" her face continues to beam in that grotesque strange smile.

Leslie: I nod and take the elevator up to thirteen.

Derek: You enter the elevator and the doors immediately slam shut.
Derek: You look for a button to press, but strangely find there is only one.
Derek: Floor 13...

Leslie: I press it.

Derek: The elevator lights stutter on and off as it rushes upwards. The numbers fly by faster than you can count as it arrives at floor 13.
Derek: The door opens and before you, you see a long hall blood trails down the hall bodies litter the hallways mutilated in grotesque way as bright hospital lights flicker on and off.
Derek: Roll courage.

Leslie: Courage ...

***Leslie rolls 2 10-sided dice: 3 2

Leslie: noooo

Derek: Your mind if shaken by what you've seen, gain an insanity point.
Derek: Alright what action do you perform?

Leslie: My eyes dart back and forth between the hallway and the elevator. Christ, there's not even a button to go back down?! I don't suppose there's a service telephone there, huh?

Derek: There is no phone, only a trail of blood that you feel compelled to follow.

Leslie: I step forward, then step forward again, and follow the trail, trying my best not to look at the bodies.

Derek: As you make your way down the long hall you find that the trail hits a point where it separates off into 8 different directions. Seven lead to different doors leading to different windowed doors you can see lights on in each of them. The final trail leads further down the hall.

Leslie: Can I see anything if I look through the nearest window?

Derek: You look through the closest window. Through it you see two people in masks. One is a man wearing a crown attached to puppet strings held by the other a woman in elegant dress. She is making the man saw off his own foot.
Derek: After he saws off his own foot he is made to hand it to the women. She pulls up her mask and begins to consume the foot. You could almost swear you see her smiling at you with a bloody mouthful of flesh.

Leslie: I hastily retreat from the window and make my way down the hall, convinced that whatever's there must be safer.

Derek: You hear a whisper in your ear before you can take a step.
Derek: "look..." almost as if some force is compelling you to look through the other windows.
Derek: Roll self control.

***Leslie rolls 5 10-sided dice: 8 7 2 5 1

Derek: You manage to get control of yourself, but you do find your curiosity is piqued in a morbid way.

Leslie: I clasp my head in my hands. I thought I'd learned to take this kind of shit in stride, but this is completely alien to me.
Leslie: I look in one more window.

Derek: In the next window you see another man in the mask. he appears to be speaking in a strange language. By the affectation in his voice you think he is performing a scene. You see another man in a mask in the corner give a thumbs down to his performance. And suddenly without a chance to blink chains in the wall shoot into his torso and rip out a large chunk of his body. You the masked man once gain attempt to act out a scene gore and intestines pouring out of his body.

Leslie: I wonder about going back to the elevator. Maybe... maybe I just overlooked the button to go back down.
Leslie: I avoid the other windows and continue down the hallway.

Derek: You get a feeling as if there might be a significance to the windows, something to see despite the gore.
Derek: But either way the horror of the scenario bothers you and you press on down the hallway following the trail of blood.
Derek: It arrives at a door that the hallway seemingly ends to. There is no window through this door.
Derek: A horrible sense of foreboding overwhelms you as you near it.

Leslie: I place my palms on the door. Do I... do I hear anything from within?

Derek: You hear some haunting mumbling in latin.
Derek: Roll courage

***Leslie rolls 2 10-sided dice: 6 6

Derek: While the foreboding feeling is still present you manage to maintain your presence of mind.

Leslie: I creek the door open. I peer inside.

Derek: As you creek open the door blood begins to pour out of the crack.
Derek: It forces the door open as you see a haggard man in priest robes standing in a vast pool of blood.
Derek: On the wall you see dismembered body parts arranged in the form of a cross.
Derek: He turns his gaze to you.
Derek: "Who has entered the sanctum of the father without permission. Is it another sinner?"

Leslie: My jaw hangs. "Are you... Kindred?" I ask, hoping to fasten this situation to what little I have to explain it.

Derek: "I am not one of the sinners. I am the cleansing force that will do the lord's will and save their souls from their own existence."
Derek: He widens his amrs holding his hand and head up in praise to the sky as he says this.
Derek: You feel a searing feeling under your flesh.
Derek: "Soon sinner, the time shall come, when all shall be clear, and you will be baptized in the torments of hell where you belong!"
Derek: You see him reach out a hand outstretched to you, the searing feeling gets stronger.
Derek: Suddenly things go black.
Derek: You feel a tapping on your shoulder, it's the receptionist you talked to when you first entered the hospital.
Derek: "I'm sorry to wake you, sir. But you can go see your brother now he's on floor 4."
Derek: roll self control.

***Leslie rolls 5 10-sided dice: 10 8 10 2 10

Derek: You are assured in your mind that you must have been having a horrible nightmare. This eases you back into a sane state.

Leslie: "Thanks," I say. I stay in my seat, thinking. I guess I'm stressed enough to provoke a nightmare like that but... I've never had a dream that felt so vivid.
Leslie: I check the buttons on the elevator before getting inside it.

Derek: You see buttons 1-14 with 13 blocked out as the floor has been closed for years.

Leslie: I sigh and press the button for the fourth floor.

Derek: The elevator takes you up to the 4th floor playing an elevator version of A-Ha's Take on Me.
Derek: It opens and you see an open door with a light on that you recognize from previous visits as your brothers.

Leslie: "Eric?" I ask from the doorway.

Derek: You see your brother sleeping. He is a shadow of his former self completely withered by illness.
Derek: You know now that you can do nothing for his fate.
Derek: The baby brother your raised as your own, and you are resigned now to watch him die. Perhaps immortality truly is a curse.
Derek: END SESSION!

Leslie: Oh dear...
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[Jason]

Johnny Bowler's Chapter 1 "Derek Payne's: Murder on the Orient Expressway"
“Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else”

Derek: You awaken to your apartment in Coast Towne in the year 1992.
Derek: It's a small studio apartment in a converted factory with the one visible window boarded up.
Derek: Very little decorates the apartment, but you see a few commendations from your years as a police detective.

Johnny: What time is it?

Derek: It is 6:30pm.
Derek: As you check the time on your clock you notice that your answering machine has a message for you.

Johnny: I sit up in bed, groaning.
Johnny: I'll check that message.

Derek: The first message is a suggestion that you switch your long distance carrier to MCI.
Derek: You get annoyed and skip most of this message.

Johnny: How do those motherfuckers find me

Derek: The second one is a call from one of your cop friends Vincent Scarborough. He works homicide, and he usually only calls when something important has come up.
Derek: "Hey Johnny, you better get down here to Orient Expressway, there's been a murder her, and it looks like something "your kind" would do."
Derek: "Anyway the initial investigation has just finished, and I've made sure everything is relatively untouched, so get down here soon."
Derek: There's one more message on the machine.
Derek: It's from a voice you don't recognize.
Derek: "Mr. Bowler... I have some information you may need. I will meet you at the Cineplex movie theater near your investigation. at 9:30pm. Buy a ticket for a showing of Bram Stoker's Dracula. I will arrive late and find you."

Johnny: Strange. How does anyone else know about my investigation? I just found out about it myself.
Johnny: I get up and throw on a t-shirt, jeans and boots.
Johnny: I pick up my gun and holster, strap the holster to my side.
Johnny: Throw on my coat
Johnny: I lock my apartment door and walk over to my car.
Johnny: I'll drive to the movie theater first

Derek: You realize that you will be at the movie theater far too early at you arrive at 7pm.
Derek: There is nothing you can do here at this point.

Johnny: I was just gonna buy a ticket in case it sells out

Derek: It's Dracula, let's be honest it's not going to be sold out.

Johnny: Ok... I suppose I'll head over to the crime scene.

Derek: You quickly make your way to the crime scene on the Orient Expressway which is about five minutes from the theater.
Derek: You arrive to find a row of cop cars surrounding a site you cannot quite see. Police tape cordons off a large chunk of the area. You're amazed at the lack of traffic back up, but then quickly realize that in such cases the police can cordon off large portions of the road.

Johnny: I walk towards the crime scene, keeping an eye out for Vincent

Derek: You see that despite the cop cars most of the investigators have cleared out at this point.
Derek: All that remains is the crime scene photographer and a rather short stocky man with a full beard in a trench coat. You recognize him as Vincent.
Derek: He catches a glimpse of you and waves for you to come over past the police tape and cars.

Johnny: I slip under the tape, walk over towards Vincent.
Johnny: "Vincent! You son of a bitch."
Johnny: *hearty muscular handshake*
Johnny: "So what are we looking at here?"

Derek: Vincent takes your hand, but his handshake is a little "shaken" (ba-dum psh).
Derek: He's not his normal boisterous self.
Derek: "Hey there Johnny..."
Derek: He motions towards the crime scene.
Derek: Before you, you see what appears to have once been a rather attractive woman severed in two. Chains are attached to her arms and legs and it looks as if she's been ripped in half.
Derek: Of the rest of her large chunks have been "bitten" away consumed by something, too large to be any animal that would be in this area.
Derek: On her forehead a cross has been carved in so deep you can see the skull underneath.

Johnny: "Goddamn, Vince. Now you know damn well I've seen a lot of shit in my time, but never anything quite like this."
Johnny: "Did the suspect leave any evidence behind?"

Derek: Vincent sighs, "It's the damndest thing you think with a scene as brutal as this there'd be something, but we haven't found anything. Why do you think I called you?"

Johnny: Do I notice anything in particular when I look closely at the body?

Derek: roll perception + investigation
Derek: difficulty 7

***JohnnyBowler rolls 7 dice: 2, 5, 6, 8, 10, 10, 10

Derek: Rather effortlessly you can the crime scene. In the blood and gore you notice a distinct lack of footprints or any distinctive markers that should be there.
Derek: However you also notice there are not vampire bites indicating to you that this could not be a vampire.
Derek: Close inspection of the bite marks shows that they seem to be human in origin, and that tey are from all manner of mouths.
Derek: Additionally you find what appears to be a small silver cross buried in her torso.
Derek: You remove it carefully and see an inscription.
Derek: "Though our love is forbidden, I will always cherish the time we had together."

Johnny: I pull out the cross with a pen, drop it into an evidence bag and hand it to Vincent.
Johnny: "Have forensics check this cross and the chains for DNA. I'm still trying to make sense of what exactly went on here, but I can tell you one thing, it wasn't my kind did her in."
Johnny: I think back to the third message on my machine
Johnny: "By the way Vince, did you tell anyone else you were calling me down to investigate this body?"

Derek: "No, you know I like to keep the help you give us a secret. It's part of our arrangement. No one knows about you, and I mean to keep it that way."
Derek: Vincent suddenly seems concerned.
Derek: "Why do you ask?"

Johnny: I consider telling Vincent about the message, but decide against it.
Johnny: Whatever did this, I don't want to risk it going after a fellow officer
Johnny: "No reason. Just making sure. You know the trouble I'd be in if anyone found out I was still working with the force."
Johnny: I glance over at the photographer
Johnny: "You ain't seen shit, right buddy?"
Johnny: I use dread gaze

Derek: roll charisma + intimidation difficulty 6.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 5 dice: 2, 3, 8, 8, 9

Derek: The photographer runs into a police car and shut and locks the door hiding his face.
Derek: Vincent sighs...

Johnny: I laugh
Johnny: "Come on, lighten up."

Derek: "Now why you gotta do that Johnny, you know he's worked with you before.
Derek: Every frickin time you have to scare that guy. One of these days it's gonna bite you in the ass you know that?"

Johnny: "That guy loves me. Keep me posted on what forensics finds out about the dearly departed.
Johnny: I've got somewhere I gotta be."
Johnny: I walk back towards my car.

Derek: "Before you go, there's one more thing..."

Johnny: "Yeah?"

Derek: Vincent walks over to you and stops you.
Derek: "We found this near the scene, but I didn't want you to get focused on it."
Derek: He pulls out a bag with a small slip of paper.
Derek: On it is written "Another sinner gone, but the world is so full."
Derek: The paper is surprisingly clean.
Derek: "There's no sort of prints of anything on the paper. i thought it might've been a prank added later, but now I'm not so sure."
Derek: "Do you have any clues?"

Johnny: "Well clearly we're dealing with a religious nutjob here."
Johnny: "Have you ID'd the body yet?"

Derek: "We've been trying to id the body, but nothing's coming up so far. It's as if this woman never existed. Do you know if she might be "one of you?""

Johnny: Do I? Perhaps I should investigate the body once more.

Derek: "Yeah you might want to take another look just in case." "I know you probably got things to do, but..."

Johnny: Ok, I walk back over to the body

Derek: Roll wits+plus investigation
Derek: difficulty 7

***JohnnyBowler rolls 7 dice: 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Johnny: sheeeeit

Derek: You slip in the gore and land face first in the woman's ripped torso.
Derek: Vincent stifles a giggle.
Derek: "You okay there, buddy haven't seen you do that in a while."
Derek: Oh and lose a temporary willpower point out of sheer embarrassment.

Johnny: "Well, I can't tell if she's my kind, Vince... Man, I can't believe that happened. You got a towel?"

Derek: Vincent grabs a towel and tosses it to you.
Derek: roll wits + investigation difficulty 7.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 7 dice: 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Derek: As you get up out of the gore you notice that the internal organs are far more withered and decayed than they should be for a freshly dead body.
Derek: Indeed you notice that she is indeed probably kindred.

Johnny: I wipe the blood off my face.
Johnny: "She's definitely kindred. I wouldn't be surprised if she's not the first to end up like this, and she won't be the last.
Johnny: Now if you'll excuse me, I really have to be going."
Johnny: I walk back to my car
Johnny: As I pass the police car the photographer is hiding in, I point to my eyes and then at him and smile.
Johnny: I get in my car and start it, thinking about what I've just seen and if it's really a good idea to meet up at the movie theater
Johnny: Fuck it, I've got nothing else going on tonight, might as well put my unlife at risk
Johnny: I start the car and drive towards the theater

Derek: You make the short drive to the theater. You notice that it's about 9:25, you're just in time for the meeting.
Derek: There is no line in front of the theater.
Derek: Indeed the theater looks almost empty.

Johnny: I go to the ticket counter and buy a ticket
Johnny: I reach into my jacket and unbutton my holster, just in case

Derek: The man at the ticket counter is strangely enough a well dressed man with slicked back red hair.
Derek: For a moment you think you might've seen horns on his head, but at a second look there are none.
Derek: He smiles at you, "enjoy the show."
Derek: He winks, hands you a ticket. As you lower your head to grab it and then look up again he is gone.

Johnny: With my ticket in my left hand, I keep my right hand at the ready on my gun underneath my jacket
Johnny: I walk into the theater

Derek: You enter the theater the usher is an old decrepit women who looks like she can barely stand with yellowy cracking skin.
Derek: She smiles showing a row of horrific yellow teeth her eyes a pale almost colorless blue.
Derek: "You're in theater 13, sir" and she extends a decrepit hand pointing down towards a darkened part of the theater.

Johnny: I walk towards the screening room and peek through the door to see if anyone is in there yet

Derek: You see an empty theater, you also know that the previews have not started yet. It dawns on you that it might be a good idea to sit down watch the movie and wait.

Johnny: SIDEBAR

Derek: Yeah?

Johnny: I know we're about to get into the creepy silent hill part
Johnny: would it be a huge waste of time for me to hide in the shadows and wait for someone else to enter the theater?

Derek: I was waiting for someone to make the Silent Hill comparison.
Derek: Anyhow, you could probably hide in the theater.
Derek: But keep in mind the message told you to wait in the theater and he would find you later.
Derek: It's really up to you.

Johnny: alright
Johnny: END SIDEBAR
Johnny: I enter the theater and crouch behind the second to last row of seats, my pistol drawn
Johnny: "I won't let you do to me what you did to her," I think to myself

Derek: Roll wits + stealth difficulty 8.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 5 dice: 2, 3, 4, 9, 10

Derek: You successfully manage to hide behind the second row of seats.
Derek: It partially occurs to you that this might be a slightly silly strategy as you were the only one to enter the theater, and anyone who may have seen you enter never saw you leave.
Derek: However you are hidden, albeit uncomfortably so.

Johnny: Duh I'm Johnny Bowler
Johnny: I start to think about the events of the night so far
Johnny: Clearly whoever left me that message was in on the murder
Johnny: But if they were planning on doing me like they did her, why would they clue me into it ahead of time?
Johnny: I decide maybe it would be best to sit back, watch the previews and see what happens
Johnny: I'm keeping my hand on the gun though

Derek: You sit down and relax watching the previews.
Derek: Nothing exciting pops up preview wise and you find yourself getting extremely tired you almost feel yourself dozing off.
Derek: You open your eyes wide to make sure that doesn't happen and you notice something unusual.
Derek: The movie playing isn't Francis Ford Coppola's shitty unbearable version of Dracula as you were expecting.

Johnny: haha

Derek: Instead you're watching the beginning of a 1940's noir detective story.
Derek: You find the whole thing very bizarre. It features a detective not unlike yourself. Indeed he could be your spitting image walking up to a church.
Derek: The camera cuts away to another uniformed police officer.
Derek: "Sir, it's a nightmare in there, some crazy shit went down I don't even know how to begin to describe it."
Derek: The uniformed officer is looking directly at you as he says.
Derek: this
Derek: "Sir are you going to say anything?"
Derek: roll self control

***JohnnyBowler rolls 3 dice: 5, 9, 10

Derek: While you find this whole scenario rather odd, you also aren't phased by it.
Derek: Something however compels you to walk out of the theater.

Johnny: I leave the theater to make sure I'm in the right room. I thought Keanu Reeves was supposed to be in this shit.
Johnny: I hide my gun under my jacket

Derek: You exit the theater and step out into the snowy yard in front of the church you were just seeing.
Derek: You quickly turn around to find the theater door gone.
Derek: The young uniformed officer turns to you. "Sir, it's a nightmare in there, some crazy shit went down I don't even know how to begin to describe it."
Derek: "What do you think we should do sir?"

Johnny: For a moment I am speechless
Johnny: I look around, withdraw my gun
Johnny: I look at the uniformed officer
Johnny: "Where am I?"

Derek: Also roll courage.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 5 dice: 1, 1, 5, 5, 7

Johnny: FUCK

Derek: Your sanity is clearly shaken by the walls of reality falling down around you.
Derek: Pick up an insanity point.
Derek: "Why sir, it's the old Coast Towne catholic church, in wonderful Christmas time of 1941. Although by the way things look in there I don't think it's quite so wonderful..."
Derek: "Downright nightmarish, if you ask me."

Johnny: "1941? Is this some kind of joke? I'm dreaming. Shit, I'm dreaming. That bastard must have drugged me. Shit!"
Johnny: I slap myself in the face to try to awaken from the dream

Derek: The officer gives you a strange look. "More like a nightmare, sir."
Derek: "I can't even begin to describe what I saw in there. You better check it out for yourself back up said they're going to be a while."

Johnny: I realize there's probably nothing I can do to wake up
Johnny: I sigh
Johnny: "Lead the way, officer."

Derek: "I'm not going back in there sir, I'm waiting here for back up. I figure it's best if someone experienced like you goes in anyhow. I'm not trained for this."

Johnny: I grip my weapon with both hands and approach the church
Johnny: I open the door and immediately hold my gun out, ready to shoot

Derek: You open the church door to complete darkness.
Derek: The young officer quickly rushes over and hands you a flashlight before retreating back to his squad car.

Johnny: I turn the flashlight on and hold it above my gun with my wrists crossed like cops are always doing in movies

Derek: You come into the entryway of the church the door shuts behind you. From what little you can see everything is turned over and thrown around the room is a wreck.
Derek: You spot a bloodstain on the ground that has a trail leading in a few directions.
Derek: Off in the corner you think you can hear what sounds like chewing.

Johnny: I yell, "Coast Towne Police, put your hands where I can see them!" as I shine the light towards the direction of the chewing

Derek: You see a small child with her head facing the ground she is holding a severed arm.
Derek: She looks up at you and smiles blood smeared all over her mouth. To your horror you notice her eyes have been removed from her sockets.
Derek: She giggles clutches the arm and runs out of the light of your flashlight.
Derek: Roll courage

***JohnnyBowler rolls 5 dice: 6, 6, 6, 6, 8

Derek: You manage to maintain your grip on your sanity despite what you're seeing repeating to yourself that "it's only a dream" although you aren't so sure...

Johnny: I back up against the wall and move the light from my flashlight quickly over the room, trying to catch a glimpse of the little girl and anything else that might be in there

Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 6.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 7 dice: 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 7, 8

Johnny: FUUUUUUCK
Johnny: so many ones
Johnny: this whole game

Derek: You fail to notice where the little girl is gone, you see nothing but smears of blood in the room, and a couple of doors.
Derek: One double door one you presume leads to the main part of the church.

Johnny: I cautiously move towards the door that leads to the main part of the church, keeping close to the wall
Johnny: When I get to the door I turn my flashlight off and open it a crack to see if any light shines through

Derek: You find that the door is locked.
Derek: You assume that the key might be through one of the other doors.
Derek: You see two others.
Derek: One says office, the other is not labeled.

Johnny: Am I gonna have to do a convoluted puzzle?
Johnny: I turn my flashlight back on
Johnny: I cautiously move towards the office door, again keeping close to the wall
Johnny: I try to open it

Derek: You find that the door is unlocked you open it up to what looks like a destroyed office. papers are scattered everywhere blood still smearing everything you turn your flashlight over.
Derek: You hear crying coming from under the desk.

Johnny: Once again I say, "Coast Town Police, put your hands where I can see them", and I shine the flashlight towards the sound of the crying

Derek: You see a little boy soaked in blood hiding under the desk crying.
Derek: He refuses to look up at you
Derek: You can see he is clutching a key in one of his hands.

Johnny: "Son, don't worry, I'm here to help you. Can you tell me what happened here?"

Derek: He doesn't respond. He just keeps crying and clutching the key.

Johnny: Are there any light switches on the wall?

Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 7.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 7 dice: 2, 2, 5, 7, 9, 9, 9

Derek: You scan the room, you find the chain for a lamp.

Johnny: "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, son. Just stay right where you are."
Johnny: I pull the chain

Derek: When you pull the chain the lamp flickers on and off briefly before burning out. While it does though you notice "Timmy won't tattle anymore." written in blood on the wall.
Derek: You flash your light over towards the end of the sentence and see what you think is a severed child's tongue.
Derek: Nailed to the wall.
Derek: While you're busy looking at this the child gets startled and makes some strange wail and sprints out of the room clutching the key.

Johnny: "Hey!"
Johnny: I run out of the room, trying to keep my flashlight on the child

Derek: You rush out the room trying to keep the child in view.
Derek: He's too quick for you though, but you think you know where he went as the other door is now open.

Johnny: "I'm trying to help you, kid!"
Johnny: I walk over to the other room, gun still drawn, walking cautiously and all that jazz
Johnny: I look into the door

Derek: You see stairs that lead down to some sort of basement.

Johnny: Do I see any heavy objects in the lobby?

Derek: Just some destroyed chairs and other furnishings.
Derek: Nothing large enough to serve as a battering ram.

Johnny: I holster my gun, grab part of a chair and use it to prop open the basement door, remembering how the front door shut behind me
Johnny: I grab my gun again and start down the stairs

Derek: Your make your way down the stairs into the basement hearing a dripping noise.
Derek: You take each step slowly down the rickety stairs.
Derek: Suddenly you hear the inhuman wail once again coming from the basement.

Johnny: It's completely dark down here I assume

Derek: Yes the only light is your flashlight.

Johnny: Can I see what it looks like at the bottom of the stairs?

Derek: You see that the last stair is submerged in a murky thick liquid.
Derek: You can't exactly discern what it is with so little light though.

Johnny: I take some change out of my pocket and throw it into the room, listening for any reaction

Derek: You hear the change plop into the soupy liquid.
Derek: Other than that you hear nothing.

Johnny: I make my way to the bottom of the stairs and as I'm approaching the final step I say "This is Officer John Bowler of the Coast Towne Police Department. Everybody put your hands where I can see them" as I step into the liquid and shine my light into the room

Derek: You step into the soup liquid and the smell of copper hits your nose like a rock.
Derek: You instantly know that this is blood.
Derek: You see no one else in the basement area other than some boilers.
Derek: And more blood dripping from a ruptured part of the ceiling that presumably is under the main part of the church.
Derek: You scan your flashlight around the room looking for a sign of the boy.
Derek: You finally find it.
Derek: You see a severed child's head floating in the blood clutching what looks to be a newspaper and a key in its mouth.
Derek: Roll conscience.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 2 dice: 2, 8

Derek: Despite failing in your duty to protect and serve, the thought that this could be a dream allows you to maintain your grip on your sanity.

Johnny: I sigh deeply
Johnny: I holster my gun, walk over to the decapitated head, pull out the newspaper and examine it

Derek: You see a front page story.
Derek: "Coast Towne Orphanage largest in city. Local Priest hero to children."
Derek: "Raising 60 orphans thus far."
Derek: The rest is too soaked in blood to read.

Johnny: I wince and rub my eyes
Johnny: "Haven't seen a dead kid since 'Nam..." I think to myself
Johnny: I toss the newspaper aside, take the key and head back up the stairs
Johnny: I walk up to the main church door, rest my flashlight between my face and my shoulder, draw my gun with one hand and unlock the door with the other
Johnny: I pocket the key, open the door, and quickly grab my flashlight, holding the gun and the flashlight in the cross-wrist position again

Derek: The door opens slowly.
Derek: You can't see much again but you can see the floor soaked with bloo.
Derek: You see children filling the pews of the church none of them are moving.
Derek: In the center is an old priest on his knees soaked in blood his long black hair covering his face.
Derek: You hear him mumbling "I had to do it... I had to..."

Johnny: "Coast Towne PD! Get down on the ground and put your hands on your head!"
Johnny: I keep my gun trained on the priest

Derek: He turns his gaze up at you, you're entire body filled with unease you drop you gun to the ground feeling yourself lose control.
Derek: He rises and begins stepping towards you.
Derek: "Can't you see I had to do it. They had to die so the sinners could be destroyed..."
Derek: "I had to do it... The lord commanded it..."
Derek: "I had to..."
Derek: His words chill you to the bone as he walks towards you slowly.
Derek: He reaches his hands out and you feel a searing pain.
Derek: Everything goes dark for a moment.
Derek: You open your eyes to see the end credits for Bram Stoker's Dracula rolling.
Derek: You also see a bloody newspaper in your lap.
Derek: The same one from before.
Derek: As the reality of your situation begins to hit you, your realize you are still in the theater alone.
Derek: No one is going to meet you here.
Derek: Roll self control.

***JohnnyBowler rolls 3 dice: 2, 7, 10

Derek: Despite the situation you just faced your maintain your grip on your sanity.
Derek: But something tells you that this wasn't just a dream.
Derek: END SESSION!

Johnny: That was great
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[Jason]

Levi's Chapter 1 "Lights, Camera... DIE!"
"Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder."

Derek: You awaken to your lavish well furnished apartment.
Derek: The year is 1999.
Derek: Throughout you can see the type of fancy art that shows sophistication, or at least you paid your interior decorator to try and get that across.
Derek: A small Star of David rests on your nightstand, you are no longer practicing, but you maintain the appearance for you career (vampire jews control the media).
Derek: You know tonight that you have a meeting with the Prince, he is trying to get you to represent a young paramour of his who isn't particularly talented in your mind, but the Prince seems to have his fangs extended over the sight of the guy.
Derek: You also notice on your cell phone that there are two voice mail messages.

Levi: I'm awake.
Levi: The first thought I have, the first thought I have every time I wake up in the night, is how many years, months and days it's been since my embrace.
Levi: It helps to keep my mind off of my second thought.
Levi: The fact that for every day I've been embraced, I'll need to feed.
Levi: Once I've organized my mind, I'll get off bed, cleanly fold and remake the sheets.
Levi: And I'll hit the phone box button on my cell phone while I'm doing so.

Derek: You pull out the tiny nokia phone and dial up the messages.
Derek: The first is from your good friend and client Edgar De Witt, but you can't imagine it's about anything important at the moment.
Derek: You listen anyway.
Derek: "Dear Levi, thanks for the getting me this recent roll. It's always a pleasure to work with you."
Derek: You delete the message.
Derek: You come to the next message and it's from a voice you don't entirely recognize.
Derek: "We have a great roll that would be perfect for one of your clients. Meet me at Studio 13 at 10pm. There are major backers, and it's a part to die for. Don't be late."
Derek: That's the end of the messages.

Levi: I'll finish making the bed, and I'll adjust the Star of David on my night table and smirk.
Levi: It's a shame that Rabbi Hertzfeld had to give away his beautiful Star of David to me.
Levi: I'll check my cell phone and look at the phone number of the second message.

Derek: Part of the number you recognize it comes from the offices of the studios in Coast Towne where most of the major producers work.
Derek: You don't recognize the extension though.

Levi: Hmmm, my office must have just forwarded the studio my cell number.
Levi: I'll proceed to get my dress socks, pants and jacket together. A charcoal piece with a red handkerchief in the right breast pocket.
Levi: I'll put on all my dress clothes over a white collared shirt, pack my briefcase, and make sure there aren't any spare work papers, or missives from my chantry lying around my desk.
Levi: If there were to be any, this is when I'll put them in my safe next to my computer.
Levi: Finally, I'll load my glock, put it in my concealed holster, and grab my concealed weapons permit.
Levi: I've been getting a lot of shit from Christian fundamentalists over trying to fund a movie casting Pontius Pilate in a good light. Better to be safe than sorry.
Levi: Once all of my BUSINESS SHIT is together, I'll grab my car keys, lock up, and head out the door.

Derek: You hit the foggy night time streets of Coast Towne. You know that the Prince will want you to head to his night club The Boudoir first thing.

Levi: Driving the speed limit, I know that any production company who wants to work with Levi Salzbergh will have to be patient. That's why I'll steer towards the Boudoir.
Levi: Oh, and I'm playing Babylon Sisters by Steely Dan in my car.

Derek: You make your way through the foggy streets to the club.
Derek: You come to the entrance and see valet parking.
Derek: There is quite a long line around the street to get in the club.

Levi: I'll drive right over to the valet parking, and I'll stop my car right in front of the gate.
Levi: I'll throw the flashing emergency lights on, turn the car off, get my briefcase, and hand the keys to the valet.
Levi: I'll say to him:
Levi: "I swear, if I even see a goddamn dent in the car you can forget about getting a tip."

Derek: The young black valet jumps at what you say and quickly takes the keys.
Derek: "Yes, sir. Right away, sir!"
Derek: He proceeds to drive off and find parking for your car.

Levi: I'll go straight to the front of line and beam a smile at the bouncer.
Levi: "Hope this night is finding you well!"
Levi: "Levi Salzbergh. I should be on the list."

Derek: "Yes, sir. Very well, sir. The prince is expecting you."
Derek: He opens the door and waves his arm for you to enter.

Levi: I'll set my briefcase down for a moment and tip the bouncer sixty dollars.
Levi: "Just don't spend it all at afterhours."
Levi: I'll grab my briefcase and proceed to head into The Boudoir.

Derek: You make your way into the club.
Derek: It has been redone a dozen times over the years, currently it has an industrial theme.
Derek: It's tacky and terrible.
Derek: You see a large group of people dancing to The Venga Boy's Boom Boom Boom Boom
Derek: To your right you see the stairs that lead up to the Prince's office.

Levi: I'll grimace, and with my other hand wipe my forehead with my red handkerchief.
Levi: Blood isn't like sweat, it's thick and apparent.
Levi: Even making my way through the crowd will be worse than Moses parting the red sea.
Levi: I'll put my handkerchief back and grip my briefcase with all of my arm.
Levi: I'll try to work my way around the crowd to wherever the Prince is, and passive aggressively say "Excuse me," should anyone bump into me.
Levi: I will head to the stairs on my right!

Derek: You make your way up the stairs, a large man guarding the door stops you. "I'm very sorry, sir. The prince is almost done with a meeting. He will be available shortly."
Derek: You hear some talking from inside the office.
Derek: "I need to know these dead... aren't because... Domi..."
Derek: "The black wind howls."
Derek: "Cut the ... inic... What is going..."
Derek: "Ask the Father..."
Derek: "Who ... fuck... that? Get out... I don't want to... in Coast towne... again!"
Derek: You see the guard quickly open the door.
Derek: A well dressed man with slicked backed red hair laughs and proceeds to walk out of the office.
Derek: For a moment you think you see horns on his head, but then in the next instance they're gone."
Derek: He winks at you.
Derek: "He's all yours, sugar."
Derek: And in an instant he's down the stairs and out the door.
Derek: The guard turns to you.
Derek: "The Prince will see you now, sir."

Levi: I nod and thank him and enter.
Levi: I'll set my briefcase down when I'm inside.
Levi: I'll point behind me and exclaim:
Levi: "A half-crowded club this early in the night. Then meeting, meetings, meetings!
Levi: You are the busiest man I know, Prince Nelson."
Levi: I'll bow, too.

Derek: The Prince is dressed in a stylish black suit with a purple shirt underneath. His ties some strange almost hypnotic pattern of colors.
Derek: He smiles curling a thin moustache over his lips.
Derek: "Welcome dear Levi. Yes, well you know a Prince's business is never done. Especially with all that's been going on lately..."
Derek: His eyes seem to wander during that last part, and you almost catch as if something is going on in the city that the Prince doesn't quite have control of."

Levi: "Many of my brood serve as your appendages, my Prince. Surely if something is amiss, we could investigate it."
Levi: I'll smile and clap my hands together.

Derek: His lips curl in a devious smile, "that they do. Perhaps it is something we could speak of."
Derek: He waves for his guard to shut the door.
Derek: His face suddenly turns very serious.
Derek: "As you know I had some young talent I wanted to showcase for you tonight, unfortunately, for both of us, he has disappeared."
Derek: "But I suppose this isn't something I should bother you about."

Levi: I put my hand to my left breast.
Levi: "As much as I enjoy my job at the Talent Agency, as well as helping to maintain the Camarilla, it would be remiss of me if that were the full extent of my help."
Levi: I'll look down.
Levi: "Surely, it wouldn't be the slightest if I could help."

Derek: roll charisma plus expression difficulty 7

***Levi rolls 7 dice: 1, 2, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10

Levi: Goddamn ones

Derek: The prince seems hesitant.
Derek: "Well I suppose it wouldn't hurt to warn one of the city's useful kindred. Our brethren have been disappearing lately, not rapidly or in succession, but it does seem to be getting worse."
Derek: He suddenly attempts to lighten the mood, "Mostly the weaker kindred though we can assume that they weren't cut out of the nightlife."
Derek: He laughs.
Derek: "Anyway I have other reasons for calling you hear."
Derek: "I want to see if you can arrange for Edgar to engage in a performance for the kindred, something to liven their moods."
Derek: "I am a big fan of his work."
Derek: He smiles deviously once again.

Levi: I pause in a half-smile, and recover immediately, nodding my head.
Levi: I'm wondering if Edgar has ever expressed his doubts about the Prince, all I can remember is that Edgar gave an excellent performance at the Prince's coronation.
Levi: My fondness for both Edgar and the Prince ends with what I'll get in return at the end of the day.
Levi: Still, a Prince sated with a good performance would lead to a decadent blood feast.
Levi: And would probably help quell the fears of the Prince and the other "mighty" Kindred of Coaste Town have of whatever's going on.
Levi: "Sounds like something we can all enjoy. What do you have in mind? So I can pass it over to Edgar..."

Derek: "It's all very tentative, just speak with him when you get a chance, and we'll move from there."
Derek: "Anyway I have other business to attend to. Have a pleasant evening, Levi."
Derek: He waves for you to leave his office.
Derek: He is clearly done speaking with you.

Levi: I'll nod and bow, pick up my briefcase and leave.
Levi: I didn't even get to talk about my "terms" or any specifics.
Levi: A project with limited funding and no guaranteed returns.
Levi: Great.
Levi: I'll head out of the club, saying goodbye to the bouncer and wishing him well.
Levi: I'll say to the line loudly:
Levi: "You're really missing out in there!"
Levi: And then head to the valet.

Derek: The people in the line are irritated, but know better than to say something rude to someone who is actually allowed in the club.
Derek: The valet quickly spots you and goes and fetches your car. As instructed it is in perfect condition.

Levi: I'll tip the valet extra.
Levi: "Remember. Save that money for something worthwhile! You can't just expect to spend money and get more money!"
Levi: I'll save the "sermon" for another day, pay up, get in my car and start driving to the studio production part of town.

Derek: You make your way through the foggy night to the studio.
Derek: The drive is long and tedious with little excitement.
Derek: At one point you could swear you saw the same red headed man from the club smiling and waving at you from the side of the road.
Derek: But it passes in an instant, and you can never be sure what you see on these foggy Coast Towne streets at night.
Derek: You make your way to the studio.
Derek: You pull up the gate it looks to be closed up other than a few night time shoots.
Derek: The guard recognizes your car at the gate and walks up to the window.
Derek: "What can I do for you tonight, Mr. Salzbergh?"

Levi: I'm still pretty aggravated about my meeting with the Prince.
Levi: I didn't dare show it in front of him, but it's asinine that something serious happens to whatever job he wants me to do.
Levi: And all he can think of is sending me off on some errand to corral Edgar.
Levi: I'll shake my head to get the thoughts away and calm down, and at the security guard.
Levi: look at the security guard.
Levi: "Oh, nothing too much. Just have a late meeting here tonight, you know how it goes. Can I go through?"

Derek: "Which studio ya headed to?"

Levi: "Studio 13. I've never step foot in there at all, do you know which way it is?"

Derek: The guard seems a bit taken aback.

Levi: "Also, have the producers or whoever been here a long time? I've been running a little late."

Derek: "Well we ain't filmed anything in that studio for years, sir, must be some sort of secret production or some such nonsense."
Derek: "It's in the back, Mr. Salzbergh." "It's the run down studio building."
Derek: He opens up the gate. and waves for you to go on in.

Levi: "Sounds almost as spooky as that slasher genre schlock that's been going around."
Levi: "No matter. Thanks for the directions, you're always here to help."
Levi: I'll give him a thick, lippy smile and drive through to the studio.

Derek: You make your way through the studio lots and find studio 13 in the back.
Derek: By and large it looks abandoned you half expected there to be a production of some sort here.
Derek: You wait in your car for a moment thinking you might see some signs of life.
Derek: You feel yourself almost doze off, but jostle yourself awake.

Levi: "What the fuck is this shit?"
Levi: "Where is everybody?"
Levi: I can literally feel the blood in my decaying veins smolder.

Derek: You suddenly see a light turn on through one of the studio windows.

Levi: "Hmm, fucking real high budget shit right here."
Levi: I turn my car off, leave my briefcase in my car, I can always go and get it if this is worth my time.
Levi: I'll get out of my car and head towards the entrance of the studio and open the door and head in.

Derek: You make your way into the studio and find the door locked.
Derek: Frustrated you go around to a side door and find it unlocked and make your way in.
Derek: Lights flicker on and off in a hallway.
Derek: The door closes behind you before you even have a chance to question what's going on.
Derek: You see drops of red liquid in the hall.

Levi: I run my hand through my hair and let out a sigh.
Levi: How the hell can I represent whoever the fuck these assholes are to a client if the treat me like this?
Levi: they treat me like this?
Levi: I knew that I should have called the office and figured out who the fuck is the contact here.
Levi: I'll pull my jacket in a bit, wipe my forehead with my red handkerchief and head down the hallway, looking cautiously to not step in the red liquid.

Derek: You take a few steps into the hallway and then the lights suddenly shut off.
Derek: You hear a click behind you coming from the door.
Derek: In the distance you think you hear some whispering.

Levi: As soon as the lights are off, I'll start to grope at the wall or whatever is besides me.
Levi: And I'll yell:
Levi: "Hey, hello? Hello? It's Levi."
Levi: "Hello?"
Levi: I'll stay put.

Derek: The lights suddenly start to flicker on and off again, but the hallway is now very different.
Derek: The drops of red liquid are now a full trail leading down the hall.
Derek: Your also notice your hand touching something that doesn't quite feel like a regular wall.
Derek: It feels almost leathery.
Derek: You turn and in your disgust notice that human skin has been stretched out like a canvass across the walls of the hall.
Derek: Roll courage.

***Levi rolls 4 dice: 2, 3, 6, 9

Derek: You maintain your grip on sanity convincing yourself that you've just accidentally walked onto an active set.

Levi: I spit on the ground in disgust.
Levi: Some fucking attempt to get my attention.
Levi: At the very least, touching what appears to be human flesh is not conducive to getting out of here with minimal effort.
Levi: I'm going to turn my heightened senses on as I continue to walk down the hallway. That should help me figure out where these assholes are.

Derek: You make your way down the hall the trail of blood guiding you.
Derek: It turns to the right and pass by several doors to what you assume to be sets.
Derek: The lights continue to flicker on and off.
Derek: With each flash on and off you swear you see children running around, but once the light flashes off then on again they are not there.
Derek: You continue to hear the whispering as you make your way down.
Derek: The lights suddenly shut off.
Derek: But through a door close to you you can see a light on.

Levi: I don't think I'm hallucinating, but unless those are actual movie screens in those rooms, I don't know how they're doing that.
Levi: Somewhere below the anger at having my time wasted, I can feel a fear creeping up, one which I haven't felt in a long time.
Levi: I'm not even going to spend time listening behind the door, I'm going to push towards the door and push it open.
Levi: I'll yell, "Very clever..."

Derek: You open the door and in front of you you see a woman in a mask her throat ripped open exposing her vocal cords. Long strings are attached to them leading to the wall again covered by the same canvass.
Derek: You suddenly hear her attempting to sing in a strange language.
Derek: It is hauntingly beautiful and terrifying but soon one of the strings tugs at her vocal cords and causes her to miss a note.
Derek: A large blade attached to a pendulum falls from the ceiling slicing off her arm.
Derek: She stumbles and once again begins to sing, she appears to be facing you, you can almost feel her begging you for help through the mask.
Derek: A force suddenly pushes you back and the door slams shut.
Derek: roll self control.

***Levi rolls 4 dice: 2, 4, 5, 10

Derek: You maintain your composure and grip on sanity.
Derek: You notice a light in a door further down the hall has turned on.

Levi: It's not that I've lived a posh, kindred life, but what I saw in that room was beyond anything I've experienced in a long time.
Levi: The exposed vocal cords seemed real enough, the pedulum like something I could touch.
Levi: I'm not sure how these could possibly be special effects, but I'm just gonna try to get this meeting over with as soon as possible.
Levi: I'll try to avoid touching the walls, and a couple of times I'll shake my shoes off after taking a step in the liquid.
Levi: I'll go to the next door.

Derek: You make your way to the next door and cautiously push it open.
Derek: You see what appears to be a woman with a mask bound by a straightjacket in the corner of a padded room.
Derek: She seems to be mumbling something you swear you can make out the words daughter.
Derek: You look to the other corner of the room and notice a large man in a mask watching her.
Derek: He rises and walks over to the corner brushing touching her shoulder.
Derek: He snaps his fingers and a young infant is lowered through a hole in the ceiling.
Derek: He lifts the woman in the straight jacket and forces her over to view the child.
Derek: He proceeds to pull out a scalpal and lowers it to the infant's skin lightly grazing it with the blade stroking the woman in the mask with the other hand.
Derek: She attempts to pull herself free he grabs her fiercely and grips her closely and lowers the scalpel to the child.
Derek: He proceeds to cut deeply and almost in a sawing motion cut away the flesh of the child's face.
Derek: You hear the infant wail, the woman in the mask is forced to watch helpless as the man holds her there.
Derek: Yet again a force pushes you back and the door slams shut.
Derek: roll conscience

***Levi rolls 2 dice: 1, 3

Levi: Hahah, there it is

Derek: You feel deeply troubled by your inability to help the woman, but you aren't even sure if she needed help.
Derek: You can't even tell what's real anymore.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.
Derek: Further down the hall you see another light on in a door.

Levi: My head is literally swimming in rage, disgust and apathy.
Levi: "I swear that this fucking shit is old. I don't know how you people do business, BUT...."
Levi: I'll trail off because I'm not even sure if anyone hears me, and I've lost my will.
Levi: Why am I so sickened? I feed off of humans at my own whim. I've seen people killed with regularity.
Levi: Whatever was in there was some kind of sick, psychological torture.
Levi: I'll head, almost sprinting this time to the other door, and I'll open it.

Derek: You make your way to the next door and push it open falling through the door into a field of snow.
Derek: You look behind you and the door and the studio are gone.
Derek: Through the fog and snow ahead you think you see graves, further along you think you can make out a small light in the distance.

Levi: Do I feel cold?

Derek: Yes you feel cold, or at least you can tell it's cold.
Derek: You're a vampire so cold is kind of irrelevant.

Levi: I can't even see my breath, I know it's still me out here in the snow.
Levi: The snow shouldn't even affect me at all, but I was just in a studio?!
Levi: I'll just amble towards the lights in the distance, but I'll use my peripheral vision to sneak glances at the graves.

Derek: Most of the names of the graves are ones you do not recognize as you trudge your way through the snow.
Derek: You notice one name that you do recognize.
Derek: "Dennis Randolph" the man the prince wanted you to meet tonight.
Derek: A closer look shows that the date on the grave is today's.
Derek: You shake your head thinking the whole thing must be ridiculous and continue to trudge your way through the snow.
Derek: You finally make your way to a small shack outside you fine a woman staked and her throat slit.
Derek: You can't tell if she's dead or in torpor, but you figure her to be a kindred by the fangs in her open mouth.
Derek: She is quite beautiful and quite young barely older than 15 from what you can tell.
Derek: Inside the shack you see lights and hear whispering.

Levi: I laugh.
Levi: Whatever happened inside the studio, something changed.
Levi: Maybe it's just something I read, some article written by humans about humans.
Levi: But the brutality and gore was very real, if not for just a few seconds.
Levi: I'll go over to the lady, and for the sake of nothing, I'll remove the steak from her, if I can.

Derek: As you remove the stake she crumbles into dust and blows away in the wind.
Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 6.

***Levi rolls 2 dice: 4, 7

Derek: In the snow you can spot what appears to be a small silver cross.

Levi: She was dead.
Levi: The line the Prince said about all the weaker vampires dying goes through my head.
Levi: I'll go to pick up the cross.
Levi: "I guess this cross should be double effective on me."
Levi: And I'll keep the stake, heading towards the shack.

Derek: You notice a small inscription on the cross.
Derek: Though our love is forbidden, I will always cherish the time we had together.
Derek: You make your way to the door of the shack.
Derek: Through a window you can see two figures.
Derek: One a priest, and the other someone in robes whose appearance you can't make out completely.
Derek: They appear to be talking.
Derek: The priest is a gaunt looking man with long black hair he seems to fill you with unease.
Derek: He speaks, "They took her from me, she was so beautiful and they turned her into one of them..."
Derek: The man in the robe just nods.
Derek: "She was so beautiful so precious, but she had become a monster, I had no choice..."
Derek: The man in the robe again nods.
Derek: "You're saying if I do these things you ask, if I do as the lord asks I can destroy these... sinners!"
Derek: As he speaks the last word the light in the shack suddenly goes off.
Derek: You can no longer see anything in the shack.

Levi: I'll pocket the cross.
Levi: And then I guess throw the stake in my hand on the ground in disgust.
Levi: "Is this all just some fucking joke? Is this about that stupid Pontius Pilate movie?"
Levi: I yell into the darkness.
Levi: I'll try to retain some kind of veneer of confidence even if I feel more hollow than I have in a long time.

Derek: You notice the door to the shack begins to open you see nothing but blackness in the shack.
Derek: It feels almost inviting as you step into the shack without even thinking you become enveloped the world falling down around you.
Derek: You are suddenly jostled as you hear a knock.
Derek: You're back in your car outside Studio 13, the gate guard from before is knocking on your window.
Derek: "Are you alright Mr. Salzbergh, I called over to the studio, and they said no one called you over here today, I think you might've been pranked, sir. Sorry for bothering you I just got worries when I saw you there with your eyes closed."
Derek: You sigh in relief that it must've been just a dream until you feel something poking at you in your pocket.
Derek: You reach your hand in to find a silver cross.
Derek: roll self control.

***Levi rolls 4 dice: 1, 2, 4, 7

Derek: The whole situation has left you very shaken. This should not be here, this shouldn't even be real.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Levi: I frantically duck my head away from the window.
Levi: I'm afraid that I've sweat blood, or that I look so ghastly that the guard will never look at me the same.
Levi: Whatever I saw wasn't just a dream, SOMETHING about that was real. But I've never had such an encounter before.
Levi: "Yes...yes...a prank."
Levi: "On a bad day too. I think I'm getting sick. Have a nice day sir."
Levi: I'll wait to roll up the window.

Derek: He smiles, "alright, sir. Well remember you're welcome here anytime, but if you aren't feeling well you'd better get back home and take it easy."
Derek: He walks away.
Derek: You take his words to heart.
Derek: But you can't take your mind off what you have seen.
Derek: END SESSION!

Levi: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUjh9Id6Id8&feature=related
Levi: Whew, that was a doozy
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[Jason]

Alma's Chapter 1 "Run, Alma, Run"
"So I departed and was free from imprisonment."

Derek: You awaken to your prison cell.
Derek: The only room you have known for the last 50 years.
Derek: It is barren other than a small cot and a television on the wall.
Derek: Your only connection to the outside world.

Alma: I sit on the edge of my bed, pushing my bangs to the side.
Alma: The first thing that comes to my mind, like every night, is the thought of my daughter.
Alma: Did she grow up to be happy? Is she safe?
Alma: Just like every day I take a shower, put on my tank top and jeans, and turn on the tv.

Derek: You flip through channels until you find the come to a breaking news report.
Derek: A young woman is reporting on the scene of a fire.
Derek: "A mysterious fire broke out today at popular nightspot The Boudoir. So far the death count is 15, but before the end of the night there's not telling how many will be reported dead."
Derek: "Sources claim that the fire mysteriously started from a patron sleeping in the corner of the noisy nightspot."
Derek: "We'll have more news on this mysterious fire as it comes in, back to you, Ted."
Derek: As she speaks the last words of the story the power to the tv cuts out.

Alma: "Goddammit."
Alma: I walk over to the door and knock on the door.
Alma: "The television is out again!"

Derek: There is no response, you pace around the room losing patience with your captors.
Derek: You sit on the bed and wonder if this is the day they left you to die finally.
Derek: Part of you can't help but hope that it is.
Derek: You feel yourself begin to get drowsy of boredom on your cot.
Derek: You are suddenly jostled awake by a clicking sound at the door.
Derek: For the first time since your imprisonment began the door barring your escape, an inanimate object that has been your constant companion since you first found yourself in this predicament, seems to come to life and slowly drift open.
Derek: You half expect someone to enter, but there's nothing.

Alma: I'll cautiously walk over to the door and peek outside.

Derek: You see nothing, just the cold concrete walls of an empty hallway.

Alma: Realizing this may be my chance of escape, I look back at the room I've been in for over 50 years.
Alma: Evert corner, every stain is ingrained in my mind.
Alma: I finally step out into the hallway and shut the door behind me.

Derek: You take a step or two cautiously, expecting something to come end this at any moment.
Derek: Your foot stumbles into something, it appears to be a flashlight that was dropped in the hall, but someone or something. Perhaps the one who finally opened your cell door?

Alma: I'll pick up the flashlight and check to see if it's operational.

Derek: As you pick up the flashlight all the lights in the strange complex that has been your home suddenly go out.
Derek: You quickly turn on the flashlight and see what you think is the back of a young girl running down the hallway, but she leaves the line of sight of your flashlight too quickly for you to really get a chance to tell.
Derek: You hear a voice speak to you, "Mommy this way, hurry!"
Derek: roll courage.

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 5, 8, 9

Derek: With steely conviction you let none of these vents phase you. You are determined you will make it out of this prison.

Alma: "Baby, is that you?!"
Alma: Not realizing my little girl is more than older than myself by now, I make a dash for her.
Alma: Wavy the flashlight madly.

Derek: You rush down the hall and come to a dead end with two paths.
Derek: roll perception + investigation difficulty 5.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 2, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10

Derek: You hear nothing coming from the path to your left, to the right you hear a child giggling.

Alma: Running into the wall, I push myself off and run towards the sound.

Derek: Roll dexterity plus athletics difficulty 8.

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 7, 10

Derek: Your foot hits a slippery surface and you narrowly avoid falling down.
Derek: You turn the flashlight to the ground and find that the hallway is covered in blood, further scanning with your flashlight reveals human body parts strewn about the small concrete hall.
Derek: Again you hear the voice, "hurry mommy, don't let the bad man get you."

Alma: I gag from the extreme gore.

Derek: Oh yeah also roll courage.

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 2, 6, 9

Derek: You maintain your grip on your sanity despite what you are very sure is you having finally cracked from years of imprisonment.

Alma: Trying my best not to focus on the limbs, I yell out.
Alma: "What bad man, baby? Stop so mommy can catch up!"
Alma: I continue towards her voice.

Derek: You carefully make your way down the hall and come to a door.
Derek: Another prisoner perhaps.
Derek: You see a dim light coming from inside.

Alma: I open the door, hoping that it was someone who could help me escape where ever I was and not someone who'd throw me back in my prison for another 50 years.

Derek: You open the door to see thin average sized man in a mask.
Derek: He is tepidly standing in the corner staring at two other masked individuals.
Derek: One is a man lying on a table strapped to it on the end of the table is what appears to be a meat grinder.
Derek: Another masked gaunt man stands over the table saying something to the tepid man in a language you don't recognize.
Derek: The tepid masked man cowers unwilling to do anything.
Derek: The gaunt man proceeds to pull a level and slowly but surely the man on the table begins to make his way into the grinder.
Derek: The tepid man initially seems like he is about to take action, but once again cowers and stares as the man on the table is pulled into the grinder spraying blood and gore across the room. You hear him screaming begging the tepid man for help, but still no action.
Derek: The gaunt man laughs and then turns to you.
Derek: Suddenly you are pushed out of the room and the door slams shut.
Derek: roll conscience.

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 1, 4, 5

Alma: Yes.

Derek: You feel horrible guilt for being able to do nothing, your grip on reality slipping. Gain an insanity point.
Derek: Once again you hear the voice, "Mommy, hurry, there's no time!"

Alma: Still on my knees, trying to push what I just witnessed to the back of my mind.
Alma: I squeeze my eyes shut and use the door to get up.
Alma: "Mommy's almost there, just wait!"
Alma: I start running towards the voice again.

Derek: You make your way down the hall and again come to a crossroads.
Derek: roll perception + investigation difficulty 7

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 3, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10, 10

Derek: You again listen intently and hear the young girl's voice coming from the left.
Derek: "This way, mommy."

Alma: Skidding into another dead end, I make my way to the left.

Derek: You begin to make your way down another hallway, trying to keep your eyes off the features expecting more horrific sights.
Derek: roll perception + investigation difficult 5.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 10

Derek: You hear a noise from behind you.
Derek: It sounds like footsteps in the distance slowly approaching you.
Derek: You turn and see a flickering light a gaunt man in a priest's robe is moving towards you.
Derek: He is a good distance, but you are filled with a sudden sense of terror.
Derek: The light turns off, but you can still hear the footsteps.
Derek: Again the child's voice.
Derek: "Hurry mommy, don't let him catch you!"

Alma: Trying my best not to focus on the man behind me. I beginning running towards the girl's voice again.
Alma: I tell myself it's to find her, but getting away from him seems more important at this point.

Derek: You come to another dead end, but are moving too quickly to stop yourself.
Derek: You slam face first into a torso chained to the wall.
Derek: You quickly turn your flashlight over the torso carved into the skin.
Derek: "You better hurry."
Derek: roll perception plus investigation difficulty 7.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10

Derek: You quickly listen and hear the voice to your right.
Derek: "mommy hurry."
Derek: You are filled with urgency as the footsteps appear to be getting closer.

Alma: Trying my best not to bump into any more walls, I continue on trying my best to catch up the voice. Feeling like every step I make gets me closer to my daughter.

Derek: Time for an extended roll!
Derek: Roll dexterity + athletics difficulty 6.
Derek: A botch results in a complete failure.
Derek: You need 10 successes.
Derek: You see a stairwell in the distance.
Derek: You know that you have to make it to those stairs.
Derek: First roll!

Alma: Gosh.

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10, 10

Alma: Awesome.

Derek: You sprint quickly.
Derek: The voice getting louder.
Derek: "He's getting closer to you, mommy!" "Hurry!"
Derek: You hear the footsteps getting closer and closer.
Derek: Part of you can't understand how steps so slow could be closing in on you so quickly
Derek: roll again!

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 1, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Derek: You see the stairs getting closer.
Derek: You make the mistake of turning around and again see the figure following you.
Derek: He seems to be so close now.
Derek: His presence filling you with terror.
Derek: Roll again!

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10

Derek: You start to slip and slide on the blood on the floor almost tripping over what you surely think must have been a severed leg.
Derek: But you are getting closer.
Derek: The stairs feel so close and so far.
Derek: Roll again!

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8, 9, 10

Derek: You make it to the stairs quickly sprinting up them you see an open door at the top.
Derek: You scramble almost tripping over yourself.
Derek: As you get through the door you quickly slam it shut.
Derek: You see several locks and as quickly as you can you lock them.
Derek: You think you've gotten away... for now.
Derek: You find yourself in a small office room.
Derek: The lights flicker on and off, but at least provide some sort of lighting for a change of pace.
Derek: The whole room is in shambles desks turned over papers strewn across the ground.

Alma: After regaining my composure, I begin looking around the office, trying to find a way out that doesn't require back tracking.

Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 7.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 8

Derek: You start shuffling through the papers looking for something useful that can help you escape.
Derek: You find nothing frustrated and trying to hold back tears you slam your fists into a file cabinet.
Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 8.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 10, 10

Derek: In your frustration you notice a noise behind you.
Derek: Blood droplets landing on a folder.
Derek: You pick it up and take a look at the contents.
Derek: It appears to contain pictures of you, plus several numbers, bank information, almost as if someone created an identity for you to use at some point?
Derek: It's all very confusing.
Derek: Under the folder even stranger is what appears to be a key card.

Alma: I pick up the key card and shove it into my back pocket, hoping it'll unlock whatever doors I run in to.
Alma: I also grab the folder

Derek: As you pick up the folder you see the back of the little girl again running down a hallway adjacent to the office.

Alma: "Whatever this stuff is, I can deal with it later. I need to get the fuck out of here."

Derek: "Hurry mommy he's going to get you."
Derek: As the voice says you hear a banging on the door for a second, and soon the locks begin to unlock themselves.

Alma: I'll push the desk into the door before I run down the hallway.

Derek: You quickly shove the desk into the door, but you question how effective that will be.
Derek: You quickly turn and begin running down the hallway.
Derek: You hear the little girl, but are once again distracted by a door on your right.
Derek: You see a light coming through.
Derek: Other survivors perhaps?

Alma: Before I even step into the room I sigh deeply, telling myself it most likely wasn't a good idea.

Derek: You slowly push open the door.
Derek: In the room you see a large burly man in a mask.
Derek: He is turning to and fro as if he's looking for something.
Derek: You see a gun in his hand.
Derek: He quickly turns to shoot at some sort of invisible phantom, when a large black mass rises out of the ground behind him grasping his legs.
Derek: You see it burn the flesh of his legs melting them pulling him into the oily mass.
Derek: He screams in agony trying to fire shots in the blackness to no avail as more of his body melts into a bloody puddle of goo.
Derek: You are thrown back once again and the door slams shut.
Derek: roll courage

Alma: "I could have used that gun..."

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 1, 3, 6

Derek: The image of the man melting burns it's way into your brain.
Derek: You start to wonder if there is any escape from this hell.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Alma: After all I've seen, I begin wondering if I leaving my prison was a huge mistake.
Alma: The image of the man melting away stays with me as I continue down the hallway.

Derek: You make your way down the hall you turn your flashlight on the wall and see writing in blood.
Derek: "Better hurry. I've almost got you!"
Derek: As you read this you hear a loud bang behind you the sound what you presume the door being thrown off the hinges.
Derek: Once again the footstep noise starts.

Alma: I jump at the sound of the door exploding.
Alma: All I want to do at this point is get away from those foot steps!

Derek: You rush down the hall desperately hoping to get away from whatever is following you.
Derek: You see a door at the end of it.
Derek: Again the voice "Mommy you have to hurry."
Derek: You get to the door and find it locked.
Derek: You scramble to find some way to open it and see a card reader on the side.

Alma: I pull the key card I found earlier and swipe it through the card reader.
Alma: Pushing the door open and running through.

Derek: You swipe the key card and pull open the door you see behind you the man in the priest's outfit is only a few feet from you.
Derek: You quickly rush through and slam the door shut.
Derek: You suddenly find yourself on the foggy streets of coast towne.
Derek: Roll self control.

***Alma rolls 4 dice: 3, 8, 8, 9

Derek: You aren't sure if what happened was real, but you don't care you have your freedom.
Derek: You stumble a few steps onto the street and bump into a handsome looking man who seems rather thin and tired.
Derek: The look of an overworked academic.
Derek: Enter Leslie!

Leslie: What does she look like?

Alma: Tank top, jeans, no shoes, covered in some blood.
Alma: Pixie cut
Alma: "Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry to bother you. But... I've been... Someone kidnapped me."

Leslie: "Jesus," I say, noticing the blood the wound up on me. "Um, should I call the police?"

Alma: "The police? If you think they could help. There was a priest chasing me up until I made it out here. Body parts everywhere."

Derek: Leslie, a sense of foreboding enters you when she mentions a priest.
Derek: You think that perhaps this might not be a matter for the police.

Leslie: Where are we standing right now?

Derek: You're on the streets of Coast Towne.
Derek: You were out for an evening walk and are making your way back to your apartment.

Leslie: Is there an alleyway near us?

Derek: It's Coast Towne, there are alleyways everywhere.

Leslie: "A... priest?" I ask. "Are you..." I look around over my shoulders, then motion toward the nearest alley in a way that hopefully doesn't make me seem like I'm offering to rape her.

Alma: Getting the hint from the young man, I follow him over to the alley. "Am I what?"

Leslie: "Kin - Kindred? Have you heard the term?"

Derek: As he speaks the term to you, your mind is flooded with images.
Derek: You think of the last 50 years, somehow the horror of that not even beginning to compete with what you witnessed tonight.
Derek: But you think that perhaps for the first time in 50 years, you may have found a friend.
Derek: END SESSION!

Leslie: <3

Alma: Bestfriends!
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[Jason]

Ashleigh's Chapter 1 "Sympathy for the Devil"
"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."

Derek: The year is 2009 and you are a recent transplant to Coast Towne having been here just 3 months.
Derek: You awaken to your new apartment and find it's not entirely organized yet. The telltale signs of someone who can't settle down items still packed in boxes scattered through the room.
Derek: The few unpacked paraphernalia relates to your profession, your music.
Derek: You notice a few text messages on your phone.

Ashleigh: I pick up my phone and check the messages.

Derek: You have three messages.
Derek: The first from your bandmates, "Tonight's gig is gonna be awesome. Dead Girl is gonna ROCK!!!!"
Derek: The second from a talent agent you recent signed with Levi Salzbergh, "Hey I can't meet tonight, but we'll get together soon. I've got some great opportunities lined up for you."
Derek: The final is from an unknown number. "Your music makes the perfect sweet sound for a funeral dirge. I look forward to hearing tonights, Dead girl..."

Ashleigh: I'm almost relieved that I don't have to worry about meeting that douchebag Levi tonight.
Ashleigh: Not just because he's a douchebag, but all the extra shit annoys me.
Ashleigh: The last message is strange, though. I haven't given very many people my number and I definitely don't recognize the number.
Ashleigh: I try to recognize the voice.

Derek: It's a text message.

Ashleigh: Oh yeah, fuck.
Ashleigh: Who the fuck sends long text messages?
Ashleigh: That's insane.

Derek: Aside: I send long text messages all the time.

Ashleigh: Oh, I forgot you were gay.

Derek: End aside...

Ashleigh: ANYWAY
Ashleigh: I check the time on my phone to see how much longer until my show.

Derek: Your band is on in an hour at a bar across town in line with your preference for small venues.

Ashleigh: How long will it take me to drive there?

Derek: Probably about 20 minutes to drive there, which will give you enough time to set up with your band.

Ashleigh: I decide I don't have much time to fuck around with these goddamn boxes, so I just get dressed and gather my gear up for the show.
Ashleigh: I hate having all this shit just lying around, but it's such a fucking chore that I got tired of years ago.

Derek: You make your way down to your Chevy Impala with your gear.
Derek: You hop in the car just a typical night for you, hopefully performing will alleviate some of tonight's boredom.
Derek: You make the long drive through the fog to the bar you're playing at "The Catholic School Girl" the name of the bar makes you sigh.
Derek: But it's a good venue for the type of gigs you like to play, and there are plenty of young attractive girls for you to feed on after shows.
Derek: You figure the name of the bar must be for the patrons.
Derek: Anyhow you arrive at the bar and see your band's van unpacking their gear in an alley to the side.
Derek: The three fellow women who are members of living Dead Girl slowly unload their equipment looking just as disenchanted and bored with tonight as you are.

Ashleigh: I start cheering up, knowing that it won't be much longer until I'm on stage.
Ashleigh: Over the decades, I've gradually lost interest in anything that isn't music.
Ashleigh: But over that same time, the joy of performing has grown to fill whatever gaps were left.
Ashleigh: I wave over to my band, jumping with tense excitement as I walk toward them.

Derek: You make your way over to the van and the three bandmates smile and run over giving you a big girl hug to your mild annoyance.
Derek: The tall red headed guitar player Claire throws up devil horns her typical way of saying hello.
Derek: The young short drummer girl with a short girly brunette Rebecca just smiles sheepishly reflecting how shy she is.
Derek: The oldest (well excluding you) member of the band Jill who plays the bass an average height but attractive woman with a fairly deep voice gives you a nod. She always was the picture of stoicism before the show.
Derek: Claire chimes in, "we really should get set up soon we've got a show to perform!"

Ashleigh: "Fuckin' right we do!" I say with a smile at her and I lead the way into the back of the bar.

Derek: You guys make your way inside the bar and set up your gear to get ready for the show.
Derek: You bandmates smile at you as you get ready to play your set.
Derek: Time for an extended roll!
Derek: Charisma plus performance difficulty 6.
Derek: You need 10 successes you get 5 rolls.
Derek: First roll!

***Ashleigh rolls 9 dice: 2, 2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10

Ashleigh: I get to re-roll those 10s, right?

Derek: Already with your first song "Blood Wine" your audience is already fired up.
Derek: One of the audience members a well dressed man with slicked back red hair for a second you think you see horns, but then they're gone.
Derek: You figure your mind is just playing tricks on you.
Derek: He's particularly into the show seeming already be holding up a lighter making a request for your cover of "Paint it Black"
Derek: Roll again!

***Ashleigh rolls 9 dice: 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 6, 9, 10

Derek: The second song, "The taste of you" doesn't have the audience quite as amped, but it gets the job done.
Derek: Roll again!

***Ashleigh rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 9, 9

Ashleigh: Oh fuck.
Ashleigh: Well, still one success.

Derek: The man in the suit suddenly disappears distracting you.
Derek: Causing your third song, "Piercing your skin" to make you fall somewhat flat, but still come out technically perfect.
Derek: Roll again!

***Ashleigh rolls 9 dice: 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 10, 10

Derek: Your next song however brings down the house.
Derek: It's one of your fan favorites, "Life of a Monster."
Derek: The audience is screaming and raving you can already tell this show is a success.
Derek: You decide to finish out the set with a cover of "Sympathy for the Devil" ending the set on a somber by successful note.
Derek: The audience is screaming demanding on encore, but your bandmate Claire gives flips her trademark bird to the audience saying "We don't fucking do encores bitches!"
Derek: Your band leaves the stage feeling pumped at their success.
Derek: You however are feeling a little sleepy and worn out, which is typical for you, performing amps you, but then also makes you feel incredible relaxed.
Derek: Singing is your drug.

Ashleigh: I take a seat backstage, absentmindedly grinning, watching my bandmates celebrate another great show.
Ashleigh: I rarely have much to say after shows, but the guy who disappeared suddenly pops into my mind.
Ashleigh: I'm not sure if he actually disappeared or maybe he just moved or left while I wasn't looking.
Ashleigh: But something bothered me about him even before that.

Derek: Your bandmates proceed to hit the floor hitting on various audience members and guzzling large amounts of booze. You begin to listen to the next band "Priest's Revenge" their fog machine flooding the room. Their melancholy music making you feel sleepier than before. You almost feel yourself doze off.
Derek: You suddenly jostle yourself awake and can't see anything through the fog of the machine.
Derek: You feel like you should step outside to get some fresh air and get away from the depressing music of this band, which has suddenly turned to sounding like a funeral hymn with no singing.

Ashleigh: As I walk, the solemn sound of the music ingrains itself into my mind and it's hard to not concentrate on it even after creating some distance.
Ashleigh: Between the music and that damn guy in the suit, it's hard to think about anything.
Ashleigh: I look into the sky and exhale loudly, hoping it will help, but knowing it won't.

Derek: As you exhale the world seems to melt away around you.
Derek: You finally relax, but still seem to feel uneasy, you turn to return to the bar to find its simply gone.
Derek: You are surrounded by fog and see nothing.
Derek: You hear a piano playing off in the distance and see a faint light.
Derek: You feel drawn to it.
Derek: Roll courage!

***Ashleigh rolls 3 dice: 1, 8, 8

Derek: You laugh off the vanishing bar, you can't seem to figure out what's going on, but you feel pretty laisez-faire about the whole issue.
Derek: Just more "vampire" nonsense you suppose.

Ashleigh: I let out a quick laugh to let whoever is behind this know it's not bothering me.
Ashleigh: I just wish whoever it was would just cut it the fuck out.
Ashleigh: "Alright, game's over. What do you want?"

Derek: You hear no response, only see the faint light and hear the faint noise of a piano playing.
Derek: Your musical ear picks up that it's "The Moonlight Sonata"
Derek: You look down at your feet and see what look like drops of blood that lead off toward the direction of the light.
Derek: You look twice because you were sure you didn't see them there a second ago.

Ashleigh: I guess I don't have much of a choice but to follow the blood, I think to myself.
Ashleigh: At least this asshole has some taste.
Ashleigh: I follow the blood and hope this isn't some kind of trap.

Derek: You follow the trail of blood drops like a trail of breadcrumbs through the fog.
Derek: As you progress the faint piano music gets louder.
Derek: As you walk a suddenly find yourself walking in the snow, the trail of blood drops still strangely visible.
Derek: To your right you notice a shack with a light on in the window.
Derek: You wonder what a shack would be doing out here in the middle of the city, but then you wonder if you are even in the city anymore.

Ashleigh: I take a few steps closer to the shack and try to get a look at what's inside through the window.

Derek: You look through the window and see an average sized man in a mask strapped to a chair with a pen in his hand a contract that appears to be written on a human skin before him.
Derek: A gaunt man in a mask stand above him, tapping his fingers on a table.
Derek: The man in the chair finally hesitantly signs the contract.
Derek: The gaunt man seems pleased and produces a large knife and a scale.
Derek: he proceeds to saw in the man in the chairs side with a knife cutting away a large chunk of flesh.
Derek: The man in the chair is screaming in agony.
Derek: Soon the gaunt man carefully places the flesh on the scale, pleased at the weight he proceeds to pull up the man in the chair's mask revealing his mouth.
Derek: The man in the chair suddenly begins to violently vomit up gold coins and large amounts of blood.
Derek: The whole sight is quite sickening and horrifying watching the man expel his innards with the gold.
Derek: The light in the shack suddenly goes off.
Derek: Roll courage.

***Ashleigh rolls 3 dice: 1, 2, 2

Ashleigh: Oh wow.

Derek: The sight was almost too much for you, and leaves you clearly shaken.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Ashleigh: noooooooo

Derek: You feel as if you should return to what you were doing before and avoid the shack entirely.

Ashleigh: I step back onto the path and try to remind myself this isn't real.
Ashleigh: But whoever behind this is a sick fuck.

Derek: Your feet crunch the snow as you distance yourself from the shack.
Derek: You once again see the trail of blood drops and hear the piano music in the distance.

Ashleigh: I keep following the blood.

Derek: As you follow the blood is turns from drops to a thick trail of blood, the occasional internal organ lining the path.
Derek: The feeling of unease in you is building, and you have no idea what to expect next.
Derek: You see what looks like children playing off in the fog.
Derek: They appear to be covered in blood, but by the time you realize this they are gone leaving only fog.
Derek: The blood trail still calls to you, the haunting piano music getting louder
Derek: You continue to follow questioning whether you are still even alive anymore.
Derek: You look off the to the right and see an main in a priest's outfit his hands covered in blood.
Derek: You feel unease as he watches you, but you feel that it's best if you do not approach him, and the piano music seems to be so close now.

Ashleigh: I ignore the priest, as I do all religious people, and follow the music.

Derek: You feel his eyes on you as you follow the trail of blood and gore and come upon an empty piano in the middle of a field of snow.
Derek: No music is coming from it now, but you see a sheet of music on the piano.

Ashleigh: Is there a song title written on the sheet music?

Derek: Memories in the Fog

Ashleigh: I puzzle over the title, trying to remember if it's a song I've heard before.
Ashleigh: Quickly, it occurs to me the best way to find out is to play it, so I sit down in front of the piano and play.

Derek: Roll dexterity + performance difficulty 6.

***Ashleigh rolls 8 dice: 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10

Derek: You being to play the soft somber piano tune.
Derek: The fog arounds you begins to fade and you are presented with an image of the same priest you saw earlier, except he seems younger and more human.
Derek: He is standing with a young girl and they are holding hands.
Derek: It appears to be a scene of young love.
Derek: THe scene flashes forward, and you see her crying as he turns away.
Derek: He hands her a small silver cross and then walks away.
Derek: Again the scene flashes forward and you see the same priest much older being confronted by the girl who appears to be the same age he seems horrified.
Derek: Time skips ahead as you play further along in the song.
Derek: The priest is brutally stabbing the girl blood spraying out of her mouth.
Derek: The song ends at this point.
Derek: The fog fades away and so do the images and you find yourself in a padded cell.
Derek: Blood soaking the walls.
Derek: Roll Self Control.

***Ashleigh rolls 4 dice: 1, 1, 3, 9

Ashleigh: OH FUCK

Derek: Your hold on reality seems to be crumbling.
Derek: You begin to think, I must be dead.
Derek: Is this hell?
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Ashleigh: Is there a door?

Derek: Roll perception + alertness difficulty 5.

***Ashleigh rolls 3 dice: 1, 7, 10

Ashleigh: Not that you should need to concentrate to find a door or anything ...

Derek: You feel along the padded walls of the cell hoping to avoid touching the gore.

Ashleigh: oic

Derek: You manage to find indentation around the padding that you think might be a door.

Ashleigh: I try to open the door.

Derek: You push hard for a bit finally getting the door to open.
Derek: It opens a hallway with several other cell doors. At the end of the hall you see what looks to be an exit sign.

Ashleigh: I head toward the exit. At this point I just want to get the fuck out of here.

Derek: As you pass by the cell doors you notice the same Gaunt priest from before staring at you through the window.
Derek: In each window.
Derek: You hasten your steps and soon you hear the cell doors begin to open behind you one by one.
Derek: You hear in a dark haunting voice "I'm coming for you, sinner..."
Derek: Without turning back you begin to run towards the door that says exit.
Derek: Roll dexterity plus athletics difficulty 6.

***Ashleigh rolls 5 dice: 1, 2, 7, 8, 9

Derek: You almost stumble over yourself but you sprint as fast as you can towards the exit door.
Derek: When you reach it you open it quickly and slam it behind you.
Derek: You turn around to once again be in your padded cell now the gaunt priest standing before you.

Ashleigh: Of course.

Derek: "It is a shame we don't have music to commemorate this moment, sinner."
Derek: You feel yourself paralyzed with fear.
Derek: You have feel that this must be the end.
Derek: He reaches his hand towards you, and you feel a burning sensation beneath your skin.
Derek: The world goes black.
Derek: You are suddenly jostled awake in the bar by your bandmate Jill.
Derek: She looks concerned.
Derek: "Are you okay you looked like you were having a nightmare?"
Derek: roll self control.

***Ashleigh rolls 4 dice: 1, 1, 3, 10

Ashleigh: Man.

Derek: You are trembling with fear, you don't think that's a nightmare.
Derek: A nightmare wouldn't feel so real so horrifying.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Ashleigh: "I'm fine," I say unconvincingly and try to change the subject. "What time is it?"

Derek: "It's about 2, the bar is getting ready to close, we should probably get going."
Derek: She looks concerned, but tries to not let you know.
Derek: You realize it's time to leave the bar, and try to take your mind off what happened.
Derek: You feel your skin crawl at the thought of that gaunt priest.
Derek: But you try to convince yourself, it was a dream, it must have been.
Derek: But you don't really know...
Derek: END SESSION!

Ashleigh: SPOOKY
Ashleigh: It's so ridiculous how it seems like ones come up way more often than any other number.

Derek: The dice are a harsh mistress.
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[Jason]

Derek: Alright
Derek: It is late December 2010 and Coast Towne finds itself covered in a blanket of snow.
Derek: The three of you have been called in to see Prince Rogers Nelson with a task.
Derek: You find yourself gathered outside his new nightspot the renovated The Boudoir now tastelessly called Disco on fire.
Derek: The three of you have worked together sporadically for the last few years after Leslie found Alma that one mysterious night.
Derek: Johnny is someone Leslie regularly turns to when he needs to get information, and thus referred Alma to him.
Derek: During exceptional cases or when your goals align the three of you have been known to cooperate quite well.
Derek: Which is why the Prince has called all three of you in.
Derek: For what you have no idea.

Lesli, Alma, Johnny Chapter 2: "On His Majesty's Secret Service"
"The final mystery is oneself.”

Derek: Alright, the three of you are gathered outside the club.

Leslie: I mess the snow beneath me under my foot and nod to Johnny and Alma.
Leslie: Hey, is the bouncer the same one as in 1985?

Derek: No it's a new burly individual.
Derek: He's wearing lots of gold and platinum chains.
Derek: One says "Z-Dawg" and you assume that's his name.

Leslie: Did the old bouncer perish in the fire?

Johnny: I nod back

Alma: Is it the same club that was on fire?

Derek: Yes, it's been renovated.

Alma: I back at Leslie and make my way towards the bouncer.
Alma: "I hope we're not here long."

Johnny: "Still never met the prince myself. What's he like?"

Leslie: Averting my eyes to the ground, I say "He's a good man."
Leslie: I guess it's my responsibility to lead the way, since I've been here the most, or the earliest.
Leslie: I step up to the bouncer and say "We were called here."

Johnny: I step up behind Leslie and stand there with my arms crossed

Derek: The bouncer eyes you up and down.
Derek: "Z-Dawg don't know about no callin'."
Derek: "You got a name I can check the list for cracka'?"

Johnny: I suppress the urge to tell him "Yeah, it's under 'go fuck yourself'" and grit my teeth

Alma: I squeeze past Leslie.
Alma: "There's no need for name calling, we should all be on your list. Alma, Johnny, and Leslie."

Derek: The vampire eyes Alma up and down grinning showing a shiny "grill."
Derek: He flips through the list real quick.
Derek: "Well I sees a Leslie, and a Johnny, but no Alma..."
Derek: He looks up and smiles again, "Ah here you are, you be listed under fine-ass bitch."

Leslie: omg

Derek: "Well get on in there with yo cracka friends, and get down with yo' bad self, girl."
Derek: He opens the door for the three of you.

Johnny: I stare crane my neck to stare down the bouncer as I walk past him

Leslie: "Doing a good job here," I say quietly as I enter. "Good job."

Alma: "Thanks guys."
Alma: I follow behind, looking back and giving the bouncer one more look over.

Leslie: When we're inside, I look briefly at Alma and tell her "Sorry."

Johnny: I say to Alma, "If you want I'll beat that asshole's face in on the way out. Just say the word."

Alma: "I've dealt with bigger assholes than him. Don't worry about it."

Derek: You enter the club and find it decorated like a lush 19th century ballroom if a ballroom had a disco ball and strobe lights.
Derek: Dancers fill the floor sucking on pacifiers and dancing to obnoxious house music that sounds like it might have once been Blondie's Heart of Glass remixed a thousand times over.
Derek: Off in the back of the club you see the door that leads to the Prince's private office.

Johnny: The club is full of humans right?

Derek: Well you know that many of them are humans, but it's the Prince's club so some of them are probably vampires.

Johnny: "Man, I'm thirsty. After this meeting I'm gonna grab a drink. You guys cool with that?"

Alma: "Depends on what you mean by drink."

Johnny: "What do you think I mean?"

Leslie: Hahaha.

Alma: "Hehe, I'm just going to assume you meant alcoholic beverage."

Leslie: Does Alma have some flaw where she's unaware that she is a vampire?

Alma: No no.

Johnny: "Huh huh, yeah, sure. I'm dying for an" *quotation fingers* "alcoholic beverage."

Leslie: "Do what you have to do," I say and walk over to the prince's door, doing my best to avoid the merriment of the dance floor.

Johnny: I follow Leslie

Alma: "So much for sarcasm. "
Alma: I follow behind.

Derek: The three of you make your way through the club to the office in the back.
Derek: You are stopped for a moment by a doorman who eyes you up and down briefly, and then says "The Prince is expecting you, go on in."

Johnny: I turn to my comrades, "At least someone here recognizes VIPs when he sees 'em."

Leslie: I'll open the door, go inside and try to calm my frustration from Johnny implying that we're VIP.

Johnny: I'll follow him.

Alma: I smirk at Johnny and walk inside as well.

Johnny: I smile with satisfaction at the pass Alma just made at me.

Derek: The three of you enter the office.
Derek: It's a surprisingly simple room for the prince containing little to no decoration just a glass desk computer and telephone.
Derek: It's probably safe to assume the Prince learned his lesson about keeping treasured items in the club after it burnt down.
Derek: You see the Prince sitting there dressed like a cast member of Jersey Shore, hair filled with gel wearing a gold chain and skin tight mesh shirt.
Derek: He still bears his characteristic thin moustache.
Derek: "I'm glad the three of you could make it so promptly.
Derek: "Sit have a drink."
Derek: He directs you to one of the couches or chairs in his office.
Derek: A young thin boy proceeds to pass around goblets filled with aromatic blood.

Leslie: I'll accept my goblet and sit on the nearest chair to the desk, with it in my lap. It never occurs to me to drink from it.

Johnny: I raise the goblet. "Cheers!" I drink the whole goblet all at once, gulping it down, finish and exhale loudly. "Thanks a lot, sir, that really hit the spot."

Derek: Regain 2 blood points, Johnny

Alma: "Salut." Hoping my disdain for the prince isn't present on my face, I slowly sip from the goblet.

Derek: He looks at Johnny with a hint of disdain.
Derek: "I called the three of you in here for a very important reason."
Derek: "As you may have heard through the rumor mill kindred have been disappearing left and right lately."
Derek: "Our fair city's numbers of dwindled significantly, which wouldn't be such a bad thing normally."
Derek: His lip and moustache curl into a slight smile before souring.
Derek: "If some of my friends and the city's more important kindred weren't suddenly vanishing as well."
Derek: "I've definitely been trying to keep the whole thing under wraps, but now I need to know what is happening, and ideally I need to put a stop to it."

Leslie: I simply turn myself to Johnny, leaving the floor to him.

Johnny: "Do you have any leads, sir?"

Alma: I cross my legs and take another sip from the goblet.

Johnny: oh also,
Johnny: I take out a pen and pad

Derek: "Well Coast Towne has always had it's problems with disappearing kindred."
Derek: "But honestly it's gotten pretty horrendous lately."
Derek: "We've tried to find witnesses or some clue, but not much luck on that front. Which is why I brought you three in. Well that among other reasons."
Derek: He chuckles to himself briefly covering his mouth with his hand in a poor attempt to hide it.
Derek: "We have an address for the most recent kindred disappearance."
Derek: "A young vampire much like myself, with a love of the arts, fine wine, and fine men."
Derek: He laughs at his own joke.
Derek: He proceeds to quickly write some information down on a piece of paper."
Derek: "His name was Alphonso Rhetorica, he was a poet of some importance to me."
Derek: "He had a fondness for keeping some sort of journal and taking his poetry from that or some such nonsense."
Derek: "Perhaps that will be of help."

Alma: "Is that the only reason you summoned us? To find a possibly dead poet's journal?

Derek: He gives a cruel look towards Alma.
Derek: "That should be enough of a request from your Prince."
Derek: "But if you must know I picked you three for a reason."
Derek: "Secrecy is of the utmost importance for this task, and I know that you three will maintain my confidence."
Derek: "You, Alma" it slides off his tongue with clear disdain, "were created without permission of any Prince. Your continued existence is only because I allow it, and if you wish for that to be so you will follow my wishes."
Derek: "You, Mr. Bowler, have played fast and loose with the Masquerade for years in your working with the police department. I only allow it because it occasionally benefits us, but if you wish to not see those you've revealed your secret to destroyed, then you best do this task and keep it quiet."
Derek: "And well you, Leslie, we all know you don't have the backbone to defy me, so you're perfect for this."
Derek: He laughs.
Derek: "By the way, how's your brother?" he asks with a cruel smile.

Leslie: I stand up and clear my throat, setting the unused goblet down on the prince's desk. I make general body language that I intend to leave, but I don't actually move.

Johnny: I try to mask my anger as I respond
Johnny: "You know I am eternally grateful that you have allowed me to work with the force, Prince. I don't know what I would do with myself if I couldn't. I swear I won't let you down."

Alma: I roll my eyes and say "asshole" under my breath.
Alma: I rub Leslie's shoulder.

Johnny: "One more question before I go, The disappearances, are they more or less isolated to one specific part of town, or are they all over the place?"

Derek: "They happen to Kindred everywhere, now I believe we're done here. You three need to go run along and do as your told."
Derek: He makes a waving motion with his hand held limply from his wrist.
Derek: The guard opens that door for you, and you all gather that i's time for you to get going.

Johnny: I stand up, salute the prince, and make my exit.

Alma: I finish the remainder of the goblet and drop it on the table, following Johnny out the door.

Derek: Alma regain two blood points.

Leslie: I raise a finger to Johnny and Alma to ask for one moment as I remain standing at the prince's desk.
Leslie: Quietly, privately, I say to him: "Listen, sir, um... I can appreciate your reasoning and Johnny is certainly... effective at what he does. And I don't mind accompanying him if it means protecting the Gangrel," I say, although in my mind I'm more concerned with the Caitiff. "But... Alma? Does she really need to be involved with this?"
Leslie: "I mean... she's had enough trouble to last her an eternity."

Derek: The prince sighs, "I believe we're done here, Leslie, please leave."

Leslie: "Right. OK," I say. And as I turn to leave, my hand, resting upon the prince's desk, accidentally knocks over the goblet, spilling blood inexcusably.
Leslie: "Oh God," I say, "I'm sorry," and I immediately do my best to wipe up the spill with my shirt, without thinking..

Derek: He sighs again, "Just leave the boy will take care of it."

Alma: "Haha!" I laugh and laugh as I continue walking out of the office.

Leslie: "I'm sorry," I say again. I exit, walking backwards, facing the prince.
Leslie: My white shirt is now idiotically stained red, I realize.
Leslie: I button my black suit jacket to mostly hide it.

Johnny: I walk back towards the dance floor and spit disdainfully
Johnny: "I swear if that faggot wasn't a prince..."

Alma: "Fuck him, just look at this place. The guy is pathetic."
Alma: "We need to get you a new shirt, Les."

Leslie: "It's fine," I say, clutching my jacket unnecessarily together, tightly. "It's fine." I turn to Johnny and ask "You still thirsty?"

Johnny: "Yeah, a little. I was thinking of hitting the bathroom. You mind?"

Leslie: "I'll join you," I say, and start walking over to the bathroom.

Johnny: I also walk towards the bathroom.

Alma: "Such women. I'll be at waiting at the bar."
Alma: I head over to the bar.

Derek: Johnny and Leslie make their way into the bathroom.
Derek: Nothing exceptional about it, it's just a bathroom.
Derek: There is a guy passed out drunk in one of the stalls.

Johnny: I look at the drunk guy. "Too easy."

Leslie: I hunch over a sink and undo my jacket and do my best to rinse my shirt off with water, grabbing paper towels (assuming they're there) to assist me. I do my best not to look at myself in the mirror.

Johnny: I walk into one of the other stalls and close the door without latching it
Johnny: I stand on the toilet so my feet aren't visible

Derek: Several drunk frat guys make their way into the bathroom.
Derek: "Did you see that bitch at the bar, she is pretty smokin'"
Derek: "The door man was hitting on her earlier, brah. I'd stay away if you want to stay in the club."
Derek: One of them looks at the drunk guy on the floor.
Derek: "Dude! Occupado!"
Derek: "But I gots to take a shit, broski, you can sleep over here."
Derek: He moves and drops the drunk guy into one of the urinals.
Derek: He proceeds to close the stall door and release a monster shit.
Derek: "Dude, brah, what's with the smell, what did you eat?"
Derek: "Ah man, broheim, I gotta get out of here!"
Derek: Two of the three frat guys leave, allowing the final one to ruin the bathroom for the rest of the evening.

Leslie: This is the greatest scene that has ever happened in any Vampire game ever run.

Johnny: I exit my stall and approach the one the bro dude is in
Johnny: I attempt to punch the stall door off its hinges

Derek: You punch the stall door off the hinges and the frat boys looks dazed for a moment about what's going on before getting a look of concentration and releasing a massive diarrhea fart.
Derek: "Dude, bro, not cool."
Derek: "Can't you see I'm dropping a dookie here, brosefius."
Derek: "And I'm not down for that gay shit, at least not with someone as old as you, Brah Briefs."
Derek: "Dudeski, don't do no daddy."

Johnny: "You're really gonna be shitting yourself in two seconds."
Johnny: I punch him right on the bridge of his nose, attempting to knock him out

Leslie: I shut off the water faucet as my eyes go wide. "What the hell are you doing?!" I shout at Johnny, my jaw hanging open.
Leslie: I dry off my shirt hurriedly and walk up to the stall. "This is the damn Elysium!"

Derek: Roll dex plus brawl.

***Johnny rolls 8 dice: 1, 2, 6, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10

Derek: Alright roll strength + 4

***Johnny rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9

Derek: Alright Jason roll 3 d 10 for me.

***Leslie rolls 3 10-sided dice: 3 4 8

Derek: You smash his nose in and it sprays blood all over his shirt as he proceeds to shit again reflexively.
Derek: "BRO-JO! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!"
Derek: Several large bouncers come into the bathroom upon hearing the commotion.
Derek: They are accompanied by Prince Rogers Nelson.

Johnny: fuuuuuuck

Derek: "What in the world are you doing, Mr. Bowler?"

Leslie: "It's not what it looks like," I get out before I think of anything else to say.

Derek: the guards step out of the way and allow Leslie to exit.
Derek: They once again stand staring at Johnny.

Leslie: I didn't mean to say "I get out" as in "I leave," oops.

Johnny: "I uh... I'm sorry, sir. I've just had a rough week is all."

Derek: The frat boy lets out a horrendously loud fart, "Dude, this brostar just fucking punched me and I'm just dumpin'."
Derek: "What the fuck is goin' on!"

Johnny: I look over at the bro dude, "Sorry guy, nothing personal."

Derek: The Prince's face is brimming with rage, "You have work to do, I did not bring you here to assault my customers. LEAVE NOW!"

Johnny: "Yes sir."
Johnny: I make my way past the bouncers and ashamedly make my way back to the bar.

Leslie: "I promise he'll make this up to you," I say as I leave as well.
Leslie: I find Alma at the bar.

Johnny: I turn to Leslie
Johnny: "You know, I thought that would go a lot smoother."

Leslie: "Don't ..." I mutter.

Alma: "It usually doesn't take that long to feed. What happened in there?"

Johnny: "I...uh...let's...let's just go to this guy's house."

Alma: "Lead the way."
Alma: I thank the bartender for keeping the clientele off my back.

Johnny: I hurry out of the club as fast as I can.

Leslie: "You have the address?" I ask Johnny curtly, with my hand extended.

Johnny: I fish around in my jacket pocket until I find it
Johnny: "Yeah, right here."
Johnny: I hand him the address

Derek: On the piece of paper is an address and directions to the place from the club.

Leslie: I get in the driver's seat of my shitty green '95 Dodge Neon and unlock the doors for the two of them to get inside.

Johnny: In my shame I don't even bother calling shotgun
Johnny: I get into the back seat

Alma: I climb into the front and give Johnny plenty of leg room.

Leslie: Is "leg room" a euphemism for "sloppy head"?

Alma: No.

Leslie: It is...
Leslie: Oh, I start driving to the address, in silence.

Derek: You make your way down the foggy snow covered Coast Towne streets driving slowly so not to crash.
Derek: You pull up to the side of the street in front of the apartment building being in one of the poorer parts of town.
Derek: You assume he must be either a poorer poet, or chose to live in a more bohemian lifestyle.

Alma: I take off my seat belt and push the seat up, allowing Johnny room to get out.

Leslie: It's not a two door!

Johnny: I'm 6'3"

Derek: I was going to describe it as one, but I figured if it was you would've said so.

Leslie: Leslie is man enough to drive a four door.

Johnny: I exit the car.

Leslie: I park and step outside, inspecting the place. Is there an apartment number on the address?

Derek: Yes, it's apartment 13.

Leslie: I step up to the door of the building and see if it's open.

Derek: You find the door propped open by a door stop despite normally requiring someone to be buzzed in.

Leslie: I'll enter.

Johnny: Me too

Alma: I follow behind.

Derek: You make your way into the dark apartment complex up to the second floor and over to apartment 13.

Leslie: I try the doorknob.

Derek: The door is strangely unlocked, and opens to a darkened apartment.
Derek: You hear a grandfather clock chime from within, and there appear to be no lights on in the apartment.

Johnny: I look around for a light switch

Derek: Roll perception + alertness difficulty 6.

***Johnny rolls 6 dice: 1, 1, 2, 4, 5, 8

Johnny: ugh

Leslie: The greatest detective ...

Derek: You reach out to look for a light switch and slip and stumble falling face first into the floor.

Alma: "You okay, Johnny?"

Derek: Any element of secrecy you guys might have had is clearly blown.

Johnny: "Just...someone just find the lightswitch."

Alma: I'll attempt to look for a light switch.

Leslie: Good luck, Alma!

Derek: Anyhow Alma roll perception plus alertness difficulty 6.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 2, 2, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10

Derek: You look around briefly and fail to find an overhead light, but you find a lamp in the corner of the room. You pull the chain and it provides a dim light for the room.
Derek: It's clearly an old bulb as it flickers on and off once in a while, but it's still enough to provide some light.

Leslie: What does the room look like?

Derek: It's a small apartment sparcely furnished.
Derek: A couch and a record player off to the side.
Derek: The windows have been boarded up.
Derek: You see a bookshelf in the corner lined with numerous old books.
Derek: There are three doors one presumably to the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen.

Johnny: I'll search the bookcase for the diary

Alma: I make my way into the bedroom.

Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 6.
Derek: Johnny

***Johnny rolls 9 dice: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 5, 5, 7, 9

Johnny: Jesus Christ

Derek: You scan the book shelf, but fail to find the diary or anything of note.
Derek: Alma you open the door to the bedroom, and find a small room with a single bed a chair and a desk.

Leslie: I want to use Beckoning to try to call out to any rats in the vicinity.

Derek: It's hard to make out much in the room with the only light coming from the lamp, but you see what appears to be a ink and quill on the desk.
Derek: Leslie roll charisma + survival difficulty 6.

***Leslie rolls 7 10-sided dice: 1 9 8 9 2 9 2

Leslie: I make a faint hissing noise as a I crouch in a corner, feeling slightly self-conscious.

Alma: I'll check the desk for the diary.

Johnny: I'll check the other room
Johnny: the kitchen I guess

Derek: 10 rats come through the front door of the apartment and begin to make their way over to Leslie.

Johnny: Also, I notice the rats
Johnny: "What the hell are you doing, man?"

Derek: Johnny, you open the door to the kitchen and find it completely empty looking as if it's never even been used by the tenant.
Derek: Alma roll Perception + investigation difficulty 7.

***Alma rolls 7 dice: 4, 4, 5, 6, 8, 8, 10

Derek: Alma, you search the desk and find nothing, but then manage to find a small hidden compartment in one of the drawers.
Derek: With you notice several leatherbound books.

Alma: I'll grab the books and head back into the living room.

Derek: Johnny roll perception + alertness difficulty 8.

***Johnny rolls 6 dice: 1, 2, 3, 9, 10, 10

Derek: Johnny you spot a small key and cross tucked in the corner of one of the counters
Derek: Alma you proceed to pick up the leather bound books and take them back into the living room.

Johnny: I'll put my gloves on, pick up the cross and key, and dust them for prints

Leslie: I ignore Johnny's question, and offer my hand to gently stroke the face of one of the rats. "Thank you for responding," I say to them in English using Feral Whispers.
Leslie: "We're here about a man called Alphonso. Do any of you know of him?"

Derek: Nine of the rats leave, one of them hops up and down.
Derek: It looks Leslie in the eyes.

***

Derek: The rat speaks to you.
Derek: "Yes, that's the one who lives here."

***

Derek: Johnny you dust the cross for prints and find none.
Derek: Roll perception + investigation difficulty 6.

***Johnny rolls 9 dice: 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 6, 9, 10, 10

Derek: You find a small inscription on the cross
Derek: "Though our love is forbidden, I will always cherish the time we had together."

Leslie: I cup my hands together for the rat to climb into.

Derek: The rat crawls into Leslie's hand and looks up at him.

Johnny: My heart sinks as I examine the cross
Johnny: Even before I read the inscription, my memory flashes back to that night 18 years ago
Johnny: The woman, torn apart
Johnny: And the strange dream that followed
Johnny: I bring the cross and key into the main room

Alma: I dump the books I found on the couch.

Leslie: "I've heard Alphonso is missing. Do you know anything about that?" I ask the rat softly.

Derek: You hear the rat make squeaking noises to Leslie.

***

Derek: The rat speaks to you again.
Derek: "He's nice he feeds me cheese."
Derek: "He went to sleep and then was gone."

***

Johnny: "Hey Leslie, I don't mean to interrupt...
Johnny: But I've found something.
Johnny: I've seen this before."
Johnny: I hold up the cross
Johnny: "18 years ago, we found a woman torn to pieces out by Orient Expressway, and she had one of these stuffed into her corpse."

Alma: I sit on the couch and start going through the books I found.

Leslie: I acknowledge Johnny as best as I can without breaking my coordination with the rat. "Alphonso kept a journal. Could you find Alphonso's journal for me, little one?" I ask.

Derek: Roll manipulation + animal ken difficulty 7.

***Leslie rolls 6 10-sided dice: 3 8 9 7 4 2

Derek: The rat scurries out of your hands and over to the pile of books Alma dumped in the room.
Derek: It sniffs at the books at all the books.
Derek: It looks over at Leslie in the eye.

***

Derek: The rat speaks.
Derek: "They're all his journals."

***

Alma: I look at Leslie.
Alma: "Friend of your's?"

Johnny: I get to thinking
Johnny: about the cross
Johnny: But I'm distracted by the rat

Leslie: I sigh and stand up, walk over to the couch and sit on one of the arm rests. Touching the rat, I say to him: "You may go. Thank you."

Derek: The rat scurries off out of the room.

Johnny: I'm weirded out by the rat situation, but I remind myself that Leslie is a gangrel and this is to be expected
Johnny: "Anyway, it seems like we're dealing with the same guy who murdered that woman all those years ago. And she was Kindred too.
Johnny: Obviously this guy's been at it for a long time. Why do you think the Prince only just decided to take action now?"

Alma: "You have something against rats, Johnny?"

Johnny: "No, not particularly. I just don't normally have them do my dirty work."

Alma: "I guess these books are what the prince was looking for. Should we bring them back to him?"

Leslie: "I'm not entirely sure the prince would welcome us back into the club with just an armful of old books," I say, wearily picking one up.
Leslie: "According to the rat, these are all Rhetorica's journals. I'd be happy to hear if you have another lead, Johnny."

Johnny: "Maybe if we read some of the most recent entries it'll shed some light."
Johnny: "Are the entries dated?"

Derek: Alma quickly glances at the book she is holding.
Derek: The entries are dated 70 years ago.
Derek: She skims through it quickly.
Derek: She finds one interesting note on Christmas day 1941.
Derek: "What a tragedy to happen on Christmas eve. That priest killing all those poor children. And mortals think we are the monsters! I think I shall write a poem about this."

Johnny: Did she just read that out loud?

Alma: I did.

Johnny: I feel a lump in my throat
Johnny: "D...did you say that was dated...1941?"

Alma: "Is that date significant to you?"

Johnny: "You guys are gonna think I'm completely insane.
Johnny: "Between what happened in the bathroom and this..."
Johnny: "Earlier the same night I was investigating that woman's murder, I got a message from someone I didn't know telling me to meet them at the movie theater afterwards."
Johnny: "But when I got there no one showed up, I ended up falling asleep and had the weirdest dream,"
Johnny: "I was at the old church...I was a cop again, and there had been a massacre there. I went into the church and...there was a man...a creepy looking priest, real gaunt looking."
Johnny: "For some reason, after I saw him I couldn't take a step closer. I fell down, and he said something to me about sinners, and how he had to do what he did. Then I woke up."
Johnny: "The thing is, there was another cop there, told me the date. It was Christmas Eve, 1941."

Alma: I close the book and find it hard to look up.
Alma: "When I escaped, there was a priest."
Alma: "No matter how hard or fast I ran, he was always just a few steps behind me."
Johnny: I wipe the back of my neck and look at my hand, it's red with blood. I'm sweating bullets.
Alma: "It felt like I was running for days in that hellhole."

Leslie: I look between the two of them. "That's... bizarre."
Leslie: "I don't suppose there's any way to find out who this priest is?"

Johnny: "I could check with one of my guys at the station and find out who was head priest at the old church back in '41, and find out where he's living these days."

Alma: "Should we bother bringing the books?"

Johnny: I'll pick up the books one by one until I find the most recent one.

Derek: You sift through the leather-bound books until you find one which has recent dates.

Johnny: I'll turn to the last page with writing on it

Derek: You flip through and find your way to the entries that start a week before his disappearance.
Derek: They seem rather short and hectic compared to prior entries in the journals.
Derek: Do you wish to read some of them out loud?

Johnny: "Hey, I found the most recent entries. Check this out..."
Johnny: Now I'll read them out loud

Derek: A week before the disappearance.
Derek: "I had the strangest dream in the middle of the night. I was walking through a snowy field when I met a priest. He said something about sinners, but the rest is a blur."
Derek: The next day.
Derek: "I spoke to the Prince today, he is such a bore. How he's ever survived this long is amazing."
Derek: The next day.
Derek: "The Priest came to me again. This time the dream was much more vivid. The world seems to twist in nightmares around him."
Derek: The final entry.
Derek: "I must discover this priest's secret. He calls himself the father. This time I found myself wandering around some sort of church, it was even for a kindred... nightmarish."
Derek: There is writing on one more page, but it's not a full fledged entry.
Derek: "I'm getting so tired, I don't even know what's real anymore..."

Leslie: I stand up and walk to the bathroom.
Leslie: Is the sink working?

Derek: Yes the sink is functioning.

Leslie: I run the water cold and wash the rat off my hands, then lower my head and wash my face, taking a moment to myself.

Johnny: I turn to Alma
Johnny: "This is fucked. We could be in danger."
Johnny: What time is it?
Johnny: or, I guess, are there any clocks around?
Johnny: oh yeah, the grandfather clock
Johnny: I'll look at it

Leslie: Ten dollars says it reads thirteen o'clock.

Alma: "The prince had to know about the priest, why else would he have summoned us?"

Derek: You look at the grandfather clock you heard chime earlier. It does not appear to be working, and looks as if it hasn't for quite some time.

Johnny: Whatever, I'll check the time on my cell phone

Alma: "Do you still want to head to the station?"

Johnny: "It might be easier if I just call someone I know I can trust to keep everything confidential."

Derek: You check your cell phone it appears to be off.

Derek: No matter what you try it won't turn on.

Johnny: "What the fuck."
Johnny: "Anyone got a phone?"

Derek: The faucet begins to make a sputtering noise in the bathroom.
Derek: An oily dark liquid begins to spew into the sink.
Derek: Leslie recognizes the smell as that of blood.

Leslie: "Fuck."
Leslie: I exit the bathroom and say to Johnny and Alma, pointing my thumb behind me, "Um, the sink's pouring blood."

Johnny: I run over to the bathroom to make sure he's not just seeing things
Johnny: I jerk my head around once I see the blood
Johnny: "I think it's happening again!"

Alma: "Goddammit."

Johnny: Knowing it will probably be futile, I nonetheless ready my gun
Johnny: well, I guess I'll try to open the front door
Johnny: Also knowing it is futile

Derek: You all suddenly hear giggling from a child and then running down the hall stairs followed by a loud banging noise.

Alma: I brush past Johnny and run down the hallway, heading towards the noise.

Johnny: "Alma wait! That kid is already dead!"

Derek: You are suddenly stopped when you hit the stairs.
Derek: A large pile of mutilated corpses completely blocks the path down to the first floor.
Derek: The scent of death is overpowering.
Derek: Alma roll self control.

***Alma rolls 4 dice: 6, 6, 9, 10

Derek: You maintain your grip on your control and sanity.

Alma: I yell back at Johnny "Don't follow me, you do not need to see this." I turn around and walk back.

Johnny: I look out the window to see how far the drop is

Derek: You smash out the boards over the window only to have your hand hit solid concrete.
Derek: A quick glance over at the other windows reveals the same thing.

Johnny: "We're trapped in here guys, we're already in his world."
Johnny: "We're fucked. Fuck!"
Johnny: I pace around the room trying to think of a way out of this
Johnny: I'm at a loss

Leslie: "Calm down," I say hollowly.
Leslie: I check my cell phone.

Alma: I slump back on the couch and put my face in my hands.

Derek: Leslie pulls up his cell phone, and there's no signal.
Derek: Or power for that matter.

Alma: Maybe we could head to the roof?

Johnny: Did you say that Alma or just think it?

Alma: Think it.
Alma: I get off the couch and head to apartment across the hall.

Johnny: "Where are you going?"
Johnny: I follow Alma

Leslie: I follow as well.

Alma: "I'm hoping of these apartments has a fire escape we can use."

Derek: You cross the hallway to the next apartment the lights in the hall flickering on and off.

Alma: I try the door.

Derek: You try the door handle to the apartment and it slowly opens and puddle of blood pours out the crack pooling around your feet.

Alma: "I hate this so much."

Johnny: I turn to Leslie,
Johnny: "Think your rats could help us find an exit?"

Leslie: How tall is the building, by the way?

Derek: You assume 4 stories based on what you saw outside.

Alma: "Should we just head to the roof?"
Alma: I shut the door to stop the blood from pooling.

Leslie: "Yeah, come on," I say, taking the stairs up to the next floor.

Johnny: I don't like where this is headed
Johnny: but I follow

Alma: I do the same.

Derek: The three of you make your way up to the third floor, you see doors for 5 more apartments, and then another set of stairs up.
Derek: As you step up to the third floor stop flickering and suddenly shut off leaving the 3 of you in darkness.

Leslie: I'll use Eyes of the Beast.

Derek: As your eyes adjust Leslie you see three children standing with their backs to you in front of one of the apartmens.
Derek: But in the next instance they're gone.
Derek: Roll perception plus alertness difficulty 6.

***Leslie rolls 6 10-sided dice: 8 7 8 4 10 9

Derek: You spot what appears to be a flashlight on the ground.
Derek: It's being held by a severed arm.

Leslie: "Ugh," I say and attempt to pry the flashlight free.

Johnny: I am sweating blood so hard right now

Derek: You pry the flashlight from the hand and wipe the blood off of it.

Leslie: I'll see if it works.

Derek: You turn on the flashlight it appears to work.

Leslie: I hand it to Johnny. "Follow me," I tell him, trying not to stare with my horrible red eyes.
Leslie: Then I'll make my way up the next flight of stairs.

Alma: I wait for Johnny to lead.

Johnny: I wave my hand, signaling Alma to go in front of me

Alma: "You sure you want me in front?"

Johnny: "Just don't want you to be left in the dark."

Derek: You all go up the next flight of stairs to the top floor.
Derek: There are four apartment doors, one of them is marked with a star, presumably the manager's apartment.
Derek: A quick scan of the floors around you reveal blood and gore strewn about.

Johnny: "No exit to the roof? What the fuck."
Johnny: I keep my hand on my gun, hold the flashlight between my shoulder and cheek, and try to open the manager's door

Derek: It's locked.

Johnny: I remember the key I found next to the cross
Johnny: I try that

Alma: "I was hoping you'd use your gun."

Derek: The key fits the door.
Derek: You turn it and open up the manager's apartment.
Derek: You find an empty room with padded walls with an arrow pointing down.
Derek: "There's a hole in the floor!" written in blood on the wall above the arrow.

Leslie: Is there actually a hole in the floor?

Derek: Roll wits plus investigation difficulty 6.
Derek: any of you.

***Johnny rolls 8 dice: 1, 4, 4, 5, 8, 8, 8, 10

Derek: It dawns on you that the arrow might be referring to the apartment below this one.

Johnny: A hole...in the floor...
Johnny: "Guys, maybe we should check the apartment directly below this one."

Alma: "Whatever gets me out of this hell."

Johnny: "You two go ahead, I'll follow behind."

Leslie: "If that's what you think," I say, then head out and down the stairs.

Derek: Leslie you realize that the apartment below this one is the one you saw children standing in front of before.

Leslie: I swallow and make my descent a little bit slower and a little more cautiously. I wait for Johnny before I approach the door.

Johnny: I walk up to the door

Derek: You all hear a voice whisper to you.
Derek: "I'm coming for you..."
Derek: Roll courage.

***Johnny rolls 5 dice: 1, 7, 8, 10, 10
***Leslie rolls 2 10-sided dice: 10 10

Leslie: Phew.

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 8, 8, 10

Derek: The three of you don't let the disturbing whisper get to you, you are more determined to find a way out than let this affect your sanity.

Johnny: "Fucking A"
Johnny: I try the door handle

Derek: The door opens.
Derek: It reveals a room where you see flesh hanging from the walls,
Derek: The floors metal grating with chains hanging from the ceiling.
Derek: One of the chains leads down a hole.

Johnny: I shine the flashlight down the hole to see if I can see a bottom

Leslie: I'll look down it as well.

Derek: You see that the chain leads down more than one floor, but neither of you can see far enough to notice what's at the bottom.

Alma: "Who wants to go first?"

Johnny: I hold out the flashlight, "I'm going in there. One of you take this. Throw it down to me when I yell for you."

Leslie: I take the flashlight and nod.

Johnny: I grab onto the chain and work my way down the hole.

Derek: Roll dexterity plus athletics difficulty 6.

***Johnny rolls 5 dice: 4, 5, 5, 6, 7

Derek: You make your way down the chain and find that it stops before the bottom of the hole.

Johnny: "Guys, the chain stops before the bottom!"

Alma: "Can you kick off one of your shoes to see how long it takes to reach the bottom?"

Johnny: "Good thinking"
Johnny: "Better yet, I got a billy club"
Johnny: I reach into my jacket for my club and drop it down

Leslie: I whisper to Alma, "What's a billy club?"

Alma: "I'm assuming he meant baton, but who knows."

Derek: You hear it fall for a little bit before you here the sound of an object hitting liquid.

Johnny: I shout up, "I'm pretty sure I can make it."
Johnny: I let go of the chain, trying to stay straight up so I land on my feet

Derek: Roll dexterity plus athletics difficulty 6.

***Johnny rolls 5 dice: 3, 3, 6, 9, 10

Derek: You manage to land safely after your fall you find yourself thigh high in some thick liquid.
Derek: The smell of copper hits your noise.

Johnny: "Alright, toss me the flashlight. Even if I don't catch it I think all the blood down here will break its fall."

Leslie: "Coming at you," I shout, and drop the flashlight.

Derek: You see the light coming down and then hit the pool you're standing in.
Derek: You quickly grab at the flashlight before it sinks to the bottom of the murky pool.
Derek: You scan your surroundings with the light finding yourself in a circular metallic chamber, you see three bodies strapped to the wall to men and one woman. They are completely skinned their blood dripping into the chamber.
Derek: You see writing next to them with arrows pointing at each body.
Derek: "Alma" is written next to the woman, "Leslie" and "Johnny" are written next to the men respectively.
Derek: You also door a metallic door on the side of the chamber.
Derek: Oh yeah and roll self control Johnny.

***Johnny rolls 3 dice: 1, 1, 1

Johnny: OOOOOOOH

Alma: Poor Johnny.

Derek: Your mind begins to race, and you being to wonder if those really are your bodies on the wall.
Derek: You shake it off, but the thought still haunts you.
Derek: Gain an insanity point.

Johnny: I'm shaken up, but I know I have no choice but to move on
Johnny: I yell up,
Johnny: "There's a door. I'm gonna see where it leads."
Johnny: I pick up my billy club
Johnny: and reholster it

Derek: Well you're going to have to search for it in the pool of blood and gore.

Johnny: Okay well, let me do that then

Derek: Roll perception plus investigation difficulty 8

***Johnny rolls 9 dice: 2, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9

Derek: You sift through the pool finding your billy club.

Johnny: I keep it under my elbow as I walk over to the door and try to open it

Alma: To Leslie "Should we follow or wait?"

Leslie: "I guess we have no choice but to go down," I say and grab the chain, offering it to Alma.

Alma: I take the chain and head down.

Leslie: I follow Alma down.

Derek: Both of you roll dexterity plus athletics difficulty 6.

Alma: I hope you don't fail your roll and come crashing down on top of me.

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 6, 8, 9, 10

***Leslie rolls 5 10-sided dice: 10 2 8 6 2

Derek: Alma slowly climbs her way down to the bottom of the chain.
Derek: Leslie following behind her.
Derek: Both of you roll again.

***Alma rolls 9 dice: 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10

***Leslie rolls 5 10-sided dice: 9 3 9 8 9

Derek: Alma jumps off the chain landing safely in the pool below.
Derek: Leslie does the same.
Derek: All three of you are now in the room in front of the metallic door.

Alma: I'll walk over to check the door.

Derek: Alma trudges through the murky liquid over to the metallic door and pulls the latch to open it.

Johnny: I do the badass gun/flashlight thing I'm always doing

Derek: The rusted door creeks open, but Alma cannot see much into the darkness of the entryway.
Derek: A quick shine of the flashlight reveals a long tunnel.

Alma: "One of you guys mind taking point again?"

Johnny: "If someone wants to take the flashlight I'll go first."

Alma: "I'll take it."
Alma: I grab the flashlight from Johnny. "Ready?"

Johnny: "Ready."
Johnny: I'll head into the tunnel

Leslie: I follow, clutching my abdomen, feeling sick.
Leslie: I try not to take too good a look at anything.

Derek: The three of you way slowly move your way into the long hallway and begin to walk down it.
Derek: It feels almost endless as you trudge through the thick soupy red liquid.
Derek: The three of you eventually come to a ladder leading upwards.
Derek: You are left with a choice go up the ladder, or continue trudging through the endless hallway.

Johnny: "Should we split up?"

Alma: "Are your cellphones working?"

Leslie: I check mine.

Johnny: Yeah, me too

Derek: Still no signal.
Derek: Suddenly Johnny's and Leslie's phones start ringing at the same time.

Leslie: Caller ID?

Derek: Unknown number.

Alma: Johnny's ringtone is the Sailor Moon opening theme.

Johnny: I look at my cell phone similarly to when Neo looked at his in The Matrix when Morpheus called
Johnny: in just total disbelief
Johnny: I'll answer it
Johnny: "Who is this?"

Leslie: I answer as well. "Hello?"

Derek: You both hear the same voice speaking.
Derek: "There is no escape..."
Derek: The phones suddenly start to make a loud ringing buzzing noise, and then nothing.
Derek: Roll courage.

***Johnny rolls 5 dice: 2, 3, 5, 7, 10

***Leslie rolls 2 10-sided dice: 7 3

Alma: Me as well?

Derek: Yes

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 1, 7, 8

Derek: The three of you shake off the phone call as nothing and try to just ignore it's message.

Johnny: Can we use our phones as light sources now?

Derek: The phones are completely dead again.

Leslie: "We can't split up," I say. I try to look up the ladder with my beast eyes.

Alma: "Why do you say that? I could at least go up and see what's up there."

Derek: You look up at the ladder and see it leads up towards some sort of hatche.

Alma: I guess I'll head up to look around.
Alma: "You guys can hang tight if you want."

Leslie: "Be careful," I say uselessly.

Derek: Alma carefully makes her way up the ladder.
Derek: As she hits the top she proceeds to slowly open the hatch.
Derek: When opened slightly she hears a click.
Derek: THe level of the red murky liquid begins to rise in the tunnel.
Derek: Within seconds it's up to your waist and climbing.

Johnny: So is the hatch door open or what?

Derek: Yes it is.

Johnny: I guess I have no choice

Derek: Just not all the way it was only opened a crack.

Johnny: oh shit

Derek: The longer you delay the faster the red liquid climbs.

Alma: I'll climb up into the hatch.

Derek: You go to holster your gun and you find the liquid if up to your arm pits.

Johnny: I start climbing the ladder
Johnny: and call up to Alma,
Johnny: "Alma, open the hatch all the way!"

Derek: We;ll get to Alma in a second.
Derek: You two are the ones in immediate danger at the moment.
Derek: The red liquid suddenly begins to flow down the hall quickly gaining a current slow at first but getting stronger.
Derek: Both of you roll strength plus athletics difficulty 7.

***Johnny rolls 7 dice: 1, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9

***Leslie rolls 5 10-sided dice: 2 10 8 1 1

Derek: Johnny you barely manage to hold onto the ladder and keep climbing.
Derek: Leslie you however are swept up into the current.
Derek: You find yourself being carried down the long hall.

Johnny: "Leslie!"

Leslie: "Help me!"

Johnny: I jump off the ladder and swim towards Leslie

Alma: "Where the hell are you guys?!"
Alma: I look on in disbelief.

Derek: Alma you look down the ladder and find that both Leslie and Johnny are gone and you see the rapidly flowing red liquid below you.
Derek: Above the hatch you find yourself in a small shack with sheet metal for walls.
Derek: There's a door out, but you look back to see your fellow kindred gone.

Alma: I slam shut the hatch and stomp on it with my foot hoping it holds.

Johnny: I try to catch up to Leslie, hoping I have the strength to swim against the current back to safety with him in tow
Johnny: Not even realizing that Alma shut the door like a jerk

Leslie: Alma, how could you!

Alma: I'll check around the shack for a way out.

Derek: Alma you search around the metal shack and as far as you can tell the only exit is either the metal door or the hatch.
Derek: The metal door is bolted shut from the inside you could remove the locks.

Alma: After pointlessly trying to wipe the filth off, I walk over and remove the locks from the door.
Alma: "Hopefully those two don't get themselves killed."

Derek: You slowly remove the numerous locks from the door.
Derek: There is a something of a sense of foreboding coming over you, but it feels like it might be your only way out.

Alma: After removing the last long, for a brief moment I'm tempt to wait for Johnny and Leslie to make their way back.
Alma: "They'll catch up..." Not really believing my own words.
Alma: I walk out to see what's behind the door.

Derek: You open the door, and it appears you're in some sort of utility shed in some larger building.
Derek: The lights are off in the building and it looks like it's in shambles.
Derek: A quick scan with your flashlight leads you to believe that you might be in a hospital.
Derek: At least with the number of gurney and medical supplies strewn about the wrecked room the shed looks you to.

Alma: I'll look to see if I can find a light source better than my flashlight.

Derek: Roll wits plus alertness difficulty 6.

***Alma rolls 3 dice: 1, 9, 9

Derek: You manage to find a lightswitch on the wall.
Derek: You quickly flip it producing a quick flickering light and then nothing.
Derek: You realize that the flashlight is still your only real light source over.

Alma: Sighing "I don't know why I bothered."
Alma: I look around the room to see if there are any signs indicating which wing of the hospital I'm on.

Derek: You see a number by the door it says 113, based on basic hospital numbering you can assume you're on the first floor.

Alma: "Hm."
Alma: I'll start walking down the hall, looking for an exit.

Derek: You exit the room and find yourself in a hall.
Derek: You attempt to decide whether to go left or right.
Derek: To the right you see a door marked stairs.
Derek: To the left you see a large number of turned over desks blocking the path.
Derek: Apparently the decision as been made for you.
Derek: Suddenly you hear a little girl's voice.
Derek: "Mommy help me I'm up here."
Derek: It appears to be coming from the stairs.

Alma: It finally starts to dawn on me, they turned my baby girl.
Alma: I slam open the door and start making my way up the stairs.

Derek: You climb up the stairs following the voice desperate to catch it.
Derek: Higher and higher you climb until finally you reach floor 13.
Derek: You suddenly think you hear other voices coming from inside the door to the floor, but you can't be sure.
Derek: You have only one way to find out...
Derek: END ALMA'S CHAPTER 2!

Alma: Noooo
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[Jason]

Derek: Johnny and Leslie get pulled along by the current faster and faster.
Derek: However the liquid once again begins to recede and the current stop.
Derek: You find yourselves far from the ladder, how far you can't say.
Derek: To your left the two of you see a door.

Johnny: I look at Leslie, "You alright?"

Leslie: On my knees, I pant. I look back and call out "Alma!" with my hand outstretched.

Johnny: I'll check the door

Derek: You open the door and find that it leads to a staircase.
Derek: It leads upwards, but how far it goes you cannot say.

Johnny: I try to console Leslie, "I'm sure she's fine, she would have been swept away with us if she didn't make it into that hatch."
Johnny: "I found a staircase. Can you turn your night vision eyes on or whatever?"

Leslie: I reactivate Eyes of the Beast, as I let it slip in the fray. Getting to my feet, I mutter "We'll find her," and inspect the staircase.

Johnny: I start walking up the staircase
Johnny: "Let me know if I'm about to walk into something awful."

Derek: The two of you make your way up the long staircase.
Derek: At the top in the distance Leslie, you can make out a wooden door.

Leslie: "There's a door here," I say and make my way ahead of Johnny to open it.

Derek: Leslie you feel yourself filling with tension as you open the door.
Derek: But as the door opens you are filled with relief, you find yourself exiting the front of the apartment complex where Rhetorico lived.
Derek: You see your car, the world itself seems to largely be normal.

Johnny: I laugh with glee.
Johnny: "We found the exit!"
Johnny: I hold my hand up to give Leslie a high five

Leslie: I hold up a finger to take a rain check on the high five and check my cell phone.

Derek: Your cell phones appear to be working again.
Derek: You both have a text from an unknown number.

Johnny: I'll check that text

Leslie: As do I.

Derek: It says, "I have her..."
Derek: END JOHNNY AND LESLIE'S CHAPTER 2!

Leslie: Johnny will NEVER get that high five.

Johnny: I despondently drop my hand to my side
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[Jason]

Derek: Alright, well Levi, Ashleigh and Edgar are at the playhouse from Edgar's solo session.
Derek: The three of you know each other from a business relationship.
Derek: Levi represents both Ashleigh and Edgar.
Derek: And you both travel in similar circles considering you're both artists.
Derek: Occasionally when necessary the three of you work together, at least when it benefits you all.
Derek: Edgar and Ashleigh you have been called here by Levi, who in turn has been called here by the Prince who plans to put on an enormous Christmas Day performance with music and acting.
Derek: To raise moral of the local kindred with all of the recent disappearances that have been occurring.

Edgar, Ashleigh and Levi's chapter 2 Vampire Horror Picture Show

"Talent is as common as horseshit in a stable. The cultivation of it is extremely rare."

Derek: The three of you stand outside the run down movie theater.
Derek: The streets of Coast Towne are filled with fog and snow as is typical for this year.
Derek: As Levi has informed you, you were called here to discuss an upcoming performance, the details of which you know little about.

Edgar: I walk up to Levi and give him a hug.
Edgar: "It's nice to see you again."

Ashleigh: I think, what a fag as I watch Edgar fag it up.

Levi: I'll pat Edgar on the back...

Ashleigh: "So, what's going on, Levi?"

Levi: "Nice to see you too, Edgar, Ashleigh."
Levi: "I believe the Prince has some sort of proposition for us."

Edgar: "I think that was an unfortunate choice of words..."

Ashleigh: "Yeah, Edgar is used to getting propositioned by the prince."

Levi: I'll chuckle loudly.

Edgar: I'll head in to the theatre.

Levi: "Uhhh, well, I hope it's not about that."

Ashleigh: "Yeah, I'm not into foursomes."

Levi: "I'm sure the stories of Edgar's dalliances have been overstated. I believe this is strictly business."

Ashleigh: I guess I follow Edgar into the theatre.
Ashleigh: "Yeah, I'm just busting his balls. No big deal."

Levi: I'll follow them both into the theater and say
Levi: "If for any reason the Prince requires a response, we should probably let Edgar do the talking, though."

Edgar: I shiver.

Derek: The three of you enter the abandoned movie theater into the lush extravagant theater setting used by the Prince for his personal shows.
Derek: The theater is largely empty other than a ghoul cleaning up.
Derek: By the stage you see an elegant woman in a full gown speaking with a man.
Derek: She notices you and waves him off and proceeds to approach the three of you.
Derek: She proceeds to hug Edgar, "Edgar darling it's been too long!"
Derek: She smiles, "You need to keep in better touch, you know this dear, you overwork yourself you need to have some time for family."

Edgar: "If it were but an evening it would be too long, my lady."
Edgar: I'll bow after the hug.
Edgar: "Have you all met before?"
Edgar: "This is the illustrious Lady Grey."

Derek: She puts a hand over her mouth hiding a coy smile.
Derek: "Oh you are too kind, Edgar."

Edgar: "This is my agent, Levi."

Levi: "I've heard many great things, Lady Grey."

Derek: She extend a hand to Levi, "How do you do, I hear you do good work, dear sir."

Edgar: "And this is Ashleigh."

Derek: You can't help but notice a hint of disdain in her voice when she addresses Edgar.

Levi: I guess I'll give her hand a polite peck and lower it.

Ashleigh: I point my index finger at Lady Grey like a gun and say, "Heeey," not really interested in meeting her.

Derek: And then she extends a hand to Ashleigh, "And this charming creature is the one whose beautiful music I've heard so much about."
Derek: "Don't be so shy dear."
Derek: She proceeds to politely kiss Ashleigh on the cheek.
Derek: "One as beautiful as you should be more social, it's a sign of confidence."

Ashleigh: I awkwardly return the kiss and run my fingers through my hair.
Ashleigh: "This isn't quite my scene, but I appreciate the compliment, I guess."

Derek: She giggles girlishly and flirtatiously over.
Derek: "So much spunk."

Edgar: I smile at the double entendre.

Ashleigh: whoooooooooooa

Levi: (I make a jerk off motion in Ashleigh's field of view....)

Ashleigh: I give Levi the finger and sneer at him.

Levi: Sorry, that was OOC

Derek: "Anyhow, I suppose the two of you know why you have been called here?" "Or did Mr. Salzbergh fail to provide that information?"

Ashleigh: "Levi likes his mysteries. So what's the deal?"

Derek: She shoots a sharp look at Levi, and then Smiles at Edgar and Ashleigh.
Derek: "Well the Prince is looking to put on another of his "performances" to gain the support of the city's kindred."
Derek: "Support which has been rapidly dwindling since all the disappearances started recently."
Derek: "And he asked me to direct, requesting my childe Edgar here personally, and asking if I knew of a good musical act."
Derek: "I have been a silent, but appreciative fan of Living Dead Girl for years, and so of course I recommended you, Ms. McQueen."
Derek: "Especially since it meant I would only have to deal with one blood sucking shark!"
Derek: She laughs heartily at this statement.

Edgar: "So he's not asking us to investigate the disappearances?"

Derek: She chuckles to herself.
Derek: "Well he might not be asking..."

Edgar: "I had thought I was the most obvious choice for that. You recall my acclaimed performance as Inspector Javert in the dramatic audiobook reading of Victor Hugo's Les Miserables."
Edgar: "It's precisely that sort of tenacity that we'd need in this situation."

Levi: "Edgar, kindred have been disappearing for years."
Levi: I'll cross my arms and look over towards him.
Levi: "Lady Grey is offering you both an excellent opportunity."

Derek: She frowns at Levi, and then turns and smiles coyly once again.
Derek: "Well I am preparing the show still, so it will be some time before the players know their roles."
Derek: "I however, called my dear childe here to do me a favor and look into these disappearances for me while I am busy working on this."
Derek: "We mustn't disappoint the Prince after all."
Derek: "But in my own curiosity I've been looking into these disappearances myself."

Levi: oh god i jumped the gun

Derek: "My own investigations have pointed me to Coast Towne hospital."
Derek: "There's a handsome doctor who has worked there for years who owes me a few favors, I just haven't had the time to ask him about the thirteenth floor."
Derek: "Anyway, dear Edgar if you would be so kind to run this errand for me, your sire would be most greatful. And if you two were to accompany my dear Edgar, then I would make sure you were rewarded quite well."

Edgar: "Ah... It all makes sense now."
Edgar: "Numerologically speaking, 13 is a very significant number. So you suspect mystical hands at work."
Edgar: "And who better to deal with the world of the Unseen than a Tremere with the soul of a Toreador?"
Edgar: I look at Ashleigh for a moment.
Edgar: "And of course a woman would be helpful."

Ashleigh: "Well, this is all super, super interesting, but I think I'll just stick to playing music."
Ashleigh: "No offense or anything."
Ashleigh: "But it's not really my thing. Investigations, I mean."

Levi: I'm not doing anything but waiting for her to react.

Edgar: I turn to Ashleigh.
Edgar: "I understand that you're afraid. This is a very serious task set upon us."
Edgar: "But I am not a novice at this sort of thing. I was also on the radio, you know. And radio murder mystery dramas were very popular in their day."
Edgar: "The principles are all the same."

Ashleigh: "Hey, I'm not the guy who thinks he's a detective because he played one in a radio drama. I know what I do and this isn't quite it."
Ashleigh: "If you want to solve crimes, that's great and I hope you do well."
Ashleigh: "Solving crimes is an important thing, after all, but, yeah, not for me."

Derek: roll 10#d10

dicebot: Derek rolled 10#d10 --> [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Derek: Lady grey suddenly becomes overwhelmingly charming to all of you.
Derek: She strokes her hand on Ashleigh's face.
Derek: "Dear, beautiful girl, don't you wish to know what is happening to your fellow kindred?"
Derek: "Wouldn't you wish to do this favor for me?"
Derek: You feel overwhelmingly compelled to do as she wishes, Ashleigh.

Ashleigh: UGH

Edgar: I roll my eyes at Ashleigh's behaviour.
Edgar: "I don't think I'm a detective, but the Chicago Tribune said of my performance "he is every bit the personification of Sam Spade. A true masterpiece."

Ashleigh: "Whatever," I say and run a hand through my hair and bite my lip.
Ashleigh: "Let's just get this over with."

Edgar: I take out my iPhone and check to see if Ashleigh is on my contact list.

Levi: I'll bow towards Lady Grey.
Levi: "I take it the Prince is not here then?"

Derek: Lady Grey smiles, "Well my friends, if you'll excuse me, I have so much work to do."
Derek: "And if you want to Prince he's up to his usual nonsense, it's best not worry about him."
Derek: She smiles, and then walks away to once again go speak with the man she was speaking with earlier.

Edgar: "When is he ever not up to his usual business.." I mutter under my breath while still looking at my phone.

Levi: I look down and tap my foot, shaking my head.

Ashleigh: Are we still being awed?

Edgar: I'm always awed by the Lady Grey.

Levi: gaggin on dicks

Ashleigh: -_-

Derek: Yes, in the building you'll still be awed.

Levi: "We should leave the theater and get to our extremely important business" I say non-sarcastically.

Edgar: "Ashleigh, I need your number. When we get split up and the murderer is chasing after you alone, it'll be important that we can get in touch."

Ashleigh: "Oh, yeah, of course. I'm glad you thought ahead to that very likely scenario, Edgar."
Ashleigh: I'll give Edgar my number.
Ashleigh: "Let's just get this done already and hope it turns out to be nothing."

Edgar: "Does anyone have a magnifying glass?"

Ashleigh: I'll head outside so we can get in someone's car.

Levi: Yeah, I beelined for the exit after I said that.

Edgar: I apply some moisturizer to my face and some lip balm to my lips.
Edgar: And head out after them.

Edgar: What cars do you guys have?

Ashleigh: Let's get in Levi's car since it's probably the coolest one.
Ashleigh: Edgar probably drives a Prius.

Edgar: Uh, I have a Prius.

Levi: A corvette that blares http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kw5OqBZeJ_o

Edgar: -_-
Edgar: What car does Ashleigh have?

Ashleigh: An Impala, one of the new ones.

Levi: black person car

Edgar: Does Levi really have a corvette?

Ashleigh: No, he's a lying Jew.

Levi: Yes he does

Edgar: "We should take my car."
Edgar: "It's the blue Prius."

Ashleigh: I'll get in Edgar's car.

Levi: I'll walk towards the car.
Levi: I'll repeat
Levi: "Well I am preparing the show still, so it will be some time before the players know their roles."
Levi: "That phrase stuck out to me for some reason."
Levi: I'll say to Edgar and Ashleigh.
Levi: And get shotgun on the car.

Edgar: "That is a good insight. Lady Grey's words always have several meanings to them."
Edgar: And I open the driver's door.

Ashleigh: "So what do you think she meant? You know her the best, Edgar."
Ashleigh: I guess I'll get into the car now that Edgar is in.

Edgar: "I think it's fairly obvious that this is some serious business we're involved in. The Lady Grey would not take an interest in some middling disappearance of vampires."
Edgar: "Especially since they're.. we're so prone to just up and leave, or any number of other things."
Edgar: "This is likely far beyond the prince. He has somewhat of a taste for the art, but not much of an understanding of it."

Levi: "I understood that the Prince was weak almost a decade ago. But it is curious to me that I'm getting tasked by your sire, Edgar."

Ashleigh: "A lot of vampires tend to get themselves caught up in trivial matters. It wouldn't surprise me if she's just keeping herself busy."

Edgar: I'll start driving to the hospital, so we can talk on the way.
Edgar: "The last trivial thing I know that she concerned herself with was me, quite a few years ago."

Ashleigh: "Like I said, you know her better than me. I hope I'm right, though."

Edgar: How old does Ashleigh look?

Ashleigh: 23

Levi: "Ashleigh, I know that this must seem like a fool's errand to you, but I'd appreciate the help on this...*task*."
Levi: "But if you'd stick this out with me, as a client, hopefully as a friend, I would really owe you a favor."

Edgar: "Does anyone know anything about these disappearances?"

Ashleigh: "Well, it's not like I have much of a choice at this point. Lady Grey might just continually 'persuade' me until I do it."
Ashleigh: "I don't know anything about it."

Levi: "I still appreciate it, even if incurring Miss Grey's wrath would not be prudent."
Levi: I try not to look at Edgar as I say Miss...

Derek: As the three of you talk the drive passes quickly.
Derek: You find yourself in front of the hospital.

Ashleigh: I step out of the car.
Ashleigh: "So, uh, what now?"

Edgar: "I'm afraid in the excitement I've forgotten the name of the doctor we're looking for."
Edgar: "So I'll just have to look at all of the doctors and find the one that's the most handsome."

Levi: I'll roll my eyes and get out of the car.

Edgar: I get out and lock the doors.

Ashleigh: "Do we really have time for that, Edgar?"

Edgar: "Don't worry. It'll be as quick as Levi finding a dime dropped somewhere in this parking lot."

Levi: "You anti-semite..."
Levi: I'll grin.
Levi: "Let's please find this doctor, cultural stereotypes aside."

Edgar: "So did no one else remember his name? Really?"

Derek: She never gave you guys the name.

Ashleigh: "Maybe the doctor is named Dr. Handsome."

Edgar: Oh

Derek: Because she's a flighty Toreador.

Edgar: Dr. McSteamy

Levi: "She simply referred to the doctor as handsome. It's probably George Clooney."
Levi: I'll say in a deadpan fashion.

Ashleigh: "Well, let's just go to the thirteenth floor."
Ashleigh: "We're getting nothing done here in the parking lot."

Levi: I'll head into the hospital.

Edgar: I'll follow Levi.

Ashleigh: I'll follow the other guys.

Levi: "Edgar, what would you do to meet George Clooney in his ER scrubs right now?"
Levi: I'll say as I enter the hospital.

Derek: The three of you enter the hospital lobby.
Derek: You see an old woman manning a desk at the front.
Derek: She looks up when you come in.
Derek: "Excuse me, but visiting hours are over. Can I help you somehow?"

Edgar: I'll give her a big smile.
Edgar: "Yes, I could use your help if you're not too busy."

Ashleigh: I'm just standing back for now.

Levi: Yeah, Edgar is doing great

Derek: "Oh, I know you!" she exclaims looking at Edgar.

Edgar: Oh shit.
Edgar: Hahaha
Edgar: An old woman! That's a risk!
Edgar: Nicely played, Derek.

Derek: "You're that young handsome man who played the lead in that stage performance of Phantom recently!"

Edgar: Oh phew.

Derek: She sighs dreamily.
Derek: "Anything to help a handsome fellow like you."

Edgar: "My dear, I owe you a great debt of thanks."
Edgar: "Musical theatre is very near and dear to my heart, and it's people like you that keep it alive and vibrant."
Edgar: "We would be nothing without our audience."
Edgar: "As for today, we're looking for a doctor."

Derek: She smiles a blushes.
Derek: "Well which doctor would that be, handsome?"

Edgar: "I'll be totally honest with you. My sister was experiencing some difficulties, and a doctor that said he's from this hospital was the one that helped her."
Edgar: "He made quite an impression on her, and since she means the world to me, I was hoping to thank him personally."
Edgar: "But unfortunately we don't know his name."
Edgar: "We do know that my sister said he was very handsome."
Edgar: "But I must confess that she would be mortified if we were looking for him. She's a bit of a wallflower."

Derek: She looks like she might be lost in thought for a moment.
Derek: "Hmmm, most of the doctors in this hospital aren't lookers like you, young fellow."
Derek: "But maybe she meant Dr. Stewart. He's not quite a looker anymore, but his old nickname around the hospital was Dr. Beautiful."
Derek: "She could've also meant that young new doctor, Dr. Handsum."

Levi: I'll butt in.
Levi: "What floors are they on?"
Levi: Knowing full well what the answer might be.

Derek: Well Dr. Handsum is probably up in pediatrics right now, which is one the second floor."
Derek: "And Dr. Stewart is up in his office on the fifth floor."

Levi: "Do these doctors usually work the night shift?"

Edgar: I think to myself.
Edgar: 5*2 + 5-3 = 13
Edgar: Wait
Edgar: That's not even right.

Ashleigh: Yeah, that's 12.

Edgar: I puzzle over the numerological significance.

Ashleigh: "Are there any doctors working on the thirteenth floor?"

Derek: "Dr. Handsum is stuck with the night shift because he's new. Dr. Stewart's life is the hospital so he can usually be found here all the time."
Derek: "Thirteenth floor?" she replies.

Edgar: Is the elevator nearby? I want to glance to the directory of floors.

Derek: "Well no one works up there, that wing was closed years ago, but I don't know much about it."
Derek: "Dr. Stewart might."

Ashleigh: "Guys, let's go talk to this Dr. Stewart."
Ashleigh: "Hopefully he can help us out."

Edgar: "Good night, my angel of music. You have been extremely helpful."

Levi: ALRIGHT

Edgar: I'll head over to the elevator.

Derek: She giggles and waves you on.

Levi: I'll thank the receptionist and head towards the elevator.
Levi: "Good job Edgar, you really have a way with women."

Ashleigh: I'll follow my bros.

Levi: I'll get in the elevator I guess and press the button for the fifth floor.

Edgar: When we get in the elevator, I check to see if there's a button for the 13th floor on the panel.

Ashleigh: I'll hum along to the elevator music.

Edgar: "Anyone want some gum?"

Derek: You see a 13th floor button but it's blacked out.

Levi: "You know I don't indulge in that human habit, Edgar."
Levi: "It makes little sense to me."

Derek: The elevator makes it's way up to the fifth floor playing an musak version of Bad Romance.
Derek: It arrives up at the Fifth floor.

Ashleigh: ro-ro-roma-ma
Ashleigh: Gaga ooh la la

Levi: ga-ga-gaga-ga
Levi: ohh la la

Ashleigh: "Which way to Dr. Beautiful's office?"

Levi: I'm out of the elevator now and I'll try to find where the doctor is, either by looking for signage or speaking with any sort of floor attendant.

Edgar: I was curious about the floors and what was on them.
Edgar: I wasn't sure if there even was a 13th floor.
Edgar: I thought it may have been metaphorical.

Derek: You see a directory Dr. Stewart's office is in 504.

Levi: "504 it is. Maybe we shouldn't all go into the office."
Levi: I'll say casually.
Levi: "I don't know if three people storming into an office is a good idea."
Levi: I head to 504!!!

Edgar: "Yes, maybe you should wait here, Ashleigh."
Edgar: I'll head after Levi.

Ashleigh: "That's fine with me."
Ashleigh: I wait for those guys to do their business.

Levi: no homo

Edgar: There's really no reason for Edgar to go, but he doesn't want to be left out of the game.

Derek: The two of you make your way to the office and find it empty.

Levi: Like, bare empty, or just no one in there?

Derek: No one there.

Edgar: I look around for clues.

Derek: Ashleigh an extremely handsome older gentleman walks out of the what appears to be a lounge.
Derek: He notices you and approaches you.

Edgar: Oh dear. Ashleigh doesn't have the equipment to charm him.

Derek: "Hello, young lady, how might I help you?"

Levi: He's no Dr. Handsum

Ashleigh: "You're Dr. Stewart, right?"

Derek: "Why yes, young lady, but why are you up here in the staff floor?"

Edgar: Ashleigh should use her power to call for us.

Ashleigh: Stop being a homo.

Levi: Don't meta-game

Derek: Alright Ashleigh is face to face with Dr. Stewart, and Levi and Edgar are in his office.
Derek: It's a neat office very well organized.
Derek: Dr. Stewart is waiting for Ashleigh to tell him what she's doing there.

Ashleigh: "Doctor, I was wondering ... Can you tell me anything about the thirteenth floor?"

Derek: "Well the thirteenth floor is definitely one of the more interesting aspects of hospital history, but I'm not exactly sure why you're asking me, and I'm still not sure why you're here."
Derek: He laughs as he says this but eyes you nervously.

Ashleigh: "Well," I run my hands through my hair, while looking down and smiling, "I was sent here by Lady Grey. She asked me to look into it."
Ashleigh: I try to be disarming or cute or WHATEVER.

Derek: He shrugs, "I'm not familiar with a Lady Grey."

Ashleigh: Can I tell if he's lying?

Derek: "It seems strange that she would send you here to talk to me."
Derek: He seems honest, but roll perception plus empathy difficulty 7.

Ashleigh: roll 6#d10

dicebot: Ashleigh rolled 6#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}

Derek: From what you can tell he's being honest, it might be likely that he knows Lady Grey by an alias as she has been around for quite some time.

Ashleigh: So annoying.
Ashleigh: Can I see Dr. Stewart's office from here?

Derek: He's standing in your view of the rest of the hall.
Derek: So Edgar, Levi, Dr Stewart is not coming back to his office it seems.
Derek: What do you plan on doing?

Ashleigh: "Hmm," I stop to think. "She said to talk to you. Has anyone else asked you about the thirteenth floor recently?"

***

Levi: "Empty. Let's check the rest of the wing."

Edgar: "Levi, it's good that we're alone. There's something that I wanted to ask you, but I didn't want to make you embarrassed in front of Ashleigh."
Edgar: "I couldn't help but notice earlier, but have you been working out?"

Levi: I'll head back towards Ashleigh.
Levi: Errr
Levi: Heheh
Levi: I
Levi: Not over, I guess.
Levi: Before I head back to Ashleigh, I'll respond
Levi: "You know that's impossible Edgar. Vampires can't change the physical appearance they had before they were embraced."

Edgar: "Levi, when you become older you'll discover that not all things you thought to be true are actually as you were told."

***

Ashleigh: Can we just skip to you guys having an awkward silence?
Ashleigh: And Derek tells me what Dr. Stewart has to say.

Derek: Roll charisma + expression difficulty 6, Ashleigh.

Ashleigh: roll 9#d10

dicebot: Ashleigh rolled 9#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}

Derek: Dr. Stewart seems at least mildly charmed by your presence.
Derek: He thinks for a moment.
Derek: "Well a long time pen pal of mine was asking about it through letters recently. She's an interesting old lady, still mails things through the post office."

Ashleigh: "You know," I give an enthusiastic smile, "That's probably her. What did you tell her?"

Derek: "Well I've just been swamped with work lately so I haven't had a chance to write her back."
Derek: "Are you her grandaughter?"
Derek: "I didn't know she went by lady Grey. I've only ever known her as Gladys."

Ashleigh: "Yeah, my grandma's kind of a strange lady. She gives the name Lady Grey, so I figured she probably told you that name."
Ashleigh: "Maybe she sent me up here since you hadn't responded. So what can you tell me about it? She's been on a local history kick lately and she's been sending me on these errands to pick up books and stuff like that."

Derek: "Probably writing that Coast Towne history book she's always talking about in her letters."
Derek: He laughs.
Derek: "Well why don't you come into my office and have a seat and we'll chat there it's something of a long story."

Ashleigh: "Yeah, sure."
Ashleigh: I stand next to him so I can see his office and use Missing Voice to talk to Edgar and Levi.
Ashleigh: "Guys, I'm talking to Dr. Stewart. He thinks Lady Grey is my grandma, so play along."

Levi: I'll grab Edgar.
Levi: "Let's get the fuck out of the way."
Levi: And head over in the direction opposite of Ashleigh and the doctor.

Edgar: I'll follow along.

Ashleigh: Levi can't help but give Edgar more chances to molest him alone.

Derek: Dr. Stewart leads Ashleigh into his office and takes a seat at his desk.
Derek: He extends a hand gesturing for Ashleigh to sit down.

Ashleigh: I sit and wait for him to say something. I try to look pleasant.

***

Levi: I assume we get to somewhere near the end of the hallway.
Levi: And I say to Edgar
Levi: "Absurd. I didn't know Ashleigh was a magus but apparently she's avoided Coaste Town's warlocks."

Edgar: "Oh? What have you seen with your sorcerous sight?"

Levi: I'll cross my arms and frown, and take a few steps away from Edgar, trying to read the charts or whatever is on the wall.
Levi: "When was the last time a vampire has spoken to you from such a far distance without being heard?

***

Derek: "Floor Thirteen has a complicated history at this hospital."
Derek: "Back when the hospital was built it was supposed to have 14 floors, but there was an issue with the the construction so they were forced to stop at 13."
Derek: "Apparently some a rash of accidental deaths when they tried to go beyond that number."
Derek: "Personally I think that was all superstition."
Derek: "For a long time it housed an extra intensive care ward."
Derek: "And of course throughout it's time numerous strange phenomenon have occurred on the floor."
Derek: He pauses for a moment and seems almost lost in thought.
Derek: "One of the first was one patient who went crazy back in the early 20s not long after the completion of the hospital."
Derek: "He was screaming about something coming through the walls, got ahold of a scalpel and slashed up a couple nurses before cutting his own throat."
Derek: "Pretty gruesome, huh?"

Ashleigh: While he's telling me this, I'm taking notes in my notebook, of course. If for no other reason than appearances.
Ashleigh: "Yeah, that's ... That's something."
Ashleigh: "Have the strange occurances ... Are they at all similar? Or is there any common, I don't know, theme?"

***

Edgar: "You're right. I suppose I had assumed she was communicating telepathically. But that makes no sense if we were both able to hear it."

Levi: "I doubt she was able to communicate strictly telepathically, which probably rules magick in."
Levi: "Haven't you ever encountered artistic kindred with that ability, ancient Edgar?"

Edgar: "Perhaps this bears further investigation."
Edgar: I'll head back down to the office.

Levi: I'll BRISKLY walk up to Edgar.
Levi: "Edgar. Investigate what? What do you need to investigate? What?"
Levi: I'll snap my fingers downwards.

***

Derek: "Well they were usually pretty violent like that."
Derek: "Numerous other stories similar to that one surround the floor, at least until the fire back in the early 40s.
Derek: "Have you heard about the Coast Towne orphanage massacre?"

Ashleigh: "No. Wow, what happened?"

Derek: "Well back on Christmas eve 1941 the priest who ran the local orphanage went crazy."
Derek: "He started massacring the orphans, all in all 50 or so were killed."
Derek: "It was absolutely gruesome from what I understand."
Derek: "The ten surviving children were being treated up on the Thirteenth floor when a mysterious fire broke out."
Derek: "None of the other patients on the floor were injured, but all of the children were killed in the fire. Witnesses claimed seeing some sort of priest walking around."
Derek: "Of course it was all probably just superstition, and probably just the result of some bad wiring, but after that the floor was closed down as no doctors were willing to work up there anymore."
Derek: "I've personally petitioned for years to open up the floor again, there were even some renovations made back in the 80s, but again there were numerous accidents, and the floor has remained closed."
Derek: "As you can tell it's definitely had a sordid history."

Ashleigh: That nightmare -- Vision? -- I had almost a year ago flashes into my mind at the mention of the priest.
Ashleigh: I want to believe it's a coincidence, but there's no way.
Ashleigh: "Tell me about the priest. Did they ever find out why he killed the orphans?"

Derek: "As I understand it they never did. It was apparently the strangest thing, the priest had been praised as being one of the local humanitarians."
Derek: "Took in all those orphans and they were well cared for."
Derek: "Orphans who had lived there and been adopted out refused to believe that the priest had done what was claimed."
Derek: "But apparently some police officer found the priest at the scene, at least before the priest immolated himself."
Derek: "In my opinion it was probably just a psychotic break.:
Derek: "And honestly who blames him. Who wouldn't go crazy taking care of sixty kids!"
Derek: He belly laughs at this comment.

Ashleigh: I fake a laugh at the doctor's joke, but I'm still a bit uneasy.
Ashleigh: "Are they sure he's the one who did it?"
Ashleigh: "Maybe it was someone else and the police just assumed it was him."

Derek: "I don't know about that myself. I've never really looked into the massacre. You might try asking around at the police station. There's an elderly woman there I treat once in a while who has been working there forever. She's a bit forgetful, but she could probably go into more detail than I could."
Derek: "Her name is Agnes Moorehead, here let me write it down for you. If your grandmother is interested in the massacre it's definitely worth asking her about it."

Ashleigh: I take the piece of paper, fold it and put it in my pocket.
Ashleigh: "Thank you, doctor. I'll get out of your way now, but I'll be back in touch if my grandma needs to know anything else."
Ashleigh: "Knowing her, she probably will," I joke.

Derek: "Anytime young lady, anytime!"

Ashleigh: "But, really, thanks."
Ashleigh: I leave the office and look for those two knuckleheads.

Derek: He laughs and waves before turning to some paper work on his esk.
Derek: You head out back towards the elevator, but you don't see them waiting for you there.

Ashleigh: Did I see which way they were going when they left the office?

Derek: No, but you could probably try contacting them again.

Ashleigh: I know this is hella metagaming, but I only have 4 blood points and I don't want to burn one looking for these tards.
Ashleigh: I'll wait a little while for them to show up.

Levi: Well

Ashleigh: Oh, you went to Silent Hill.

Levi: Edgar was heading back towards the office, even if I stopped him.
Levi: Yeah, I assumed that also
Levi: hehe, metagaming
Levi: Or maybe you did!

Ashleigh: This would be a boring nightmare.

Derek: Edgar, Levi, you realize it's been quite a while, you wonder if you should find Ashleigh.

Edgar: I'll walk past the office and see if she's still talking to Dr. Stewart.

Levi: I follow Edgar slowly, my hands in my pocket.

Derek: You notice the door is mostly shut, and the doctor appears to be alone working on some paperwork.

Levi: I'll clear my throat.

Ashleigh: Can I see these guys?

Levi: "Edgar, can you check the door? I'll go check the elevators. Ummm, ask where the AIDS ward is."
Levi: And I head over to the eleveators.

Edgar: omg
Edgar: That's so insulting!

Derek: You see your two companions making their way down the hall towards you.

Ashleigh: "Hey, over here," I call out to them.

Edgar: I use Auspex level 2 on Ashleigh.

Ashleigh: You see that you're an idiot.

Edgar: roll 7#d10

dicebot: Edgar rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=8 ]{8}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}

Levi: So many successes to figure out that Ashleigh is standing 20 feet from us...

Edgar: I want to determine if she uses magic or is a diablerist.
Edgar: Or any number of other magical indications in her aura.

***

Derek: You see a pale swirl of colors grey, brown and red, and some orange mottled shifting in with the colors."

***

Edgar: I'm a bit relieved, and I continue on towards Ashleigh.
Edgar: "That was an interesting trick."

Ashleigh: "Yeah, I guess. Anyway ... I think I got what we're looking for."

Levi: I'm stopped at the door.

Ashleigh: "Should we go back to Lady Grey? The doctor also gave me another lead if you want to follow that."

Edgar: "It seems like a good chance to explore the 13th floor, though."

Levi: Derek, is anyone else on the floor?

Derek: Well there might be other doctor's in their offices.
Derek: But no one else that you can see around.

Ashleigh: "Why do we need to explore the thirteenth floor?"
Ashleigh: "Dr. Stewart was telling me something about a priest and I was thinking we should follow that lead."
Ashleigh: "The thirteenth floor just seems like a dead end."

Levi: I'm going to open the door and step into the office and say "Hello, doctor, a moment?"

Derek: Dr. Stewart looks up at you, "Yes, can I help you, sir?"

Ashleigh: I get the sudden feeling that I should bail on these guys.

Levi: "My daughter was wandering around here, looking for a doctor. Have you seen her?"
Levi: I also try to close the door with my back.

Ashleigh: Didn't I already call out to you?
Ashleigh: Holy shit.

Edgar: Levi is feigning being old and doddering.

***

Derek: "How old is your daughter?"

Levi: "She's 26. Born December 29, 1986, sir."

Derek: "Ummm, how can your daughter be 26 when she was born in 1986?"
Derek: He looks nervous you see his hand slowly reaching for the phone.

Levi: I'll smirk and stare into his eyes and use Dominate.
Levi: I'll say
Levi: "Relax."
Levi: (That's my Dominate command)
Levi: "You're right. I don't have a daughter. I think what you saw was a ghost."

***

Ashleigh: "Edgar, let's get out of this dumbass hospital."

Edgar: "Ashleigh, it's good that I have a chance to talk to you alone."

Edgar: "I understand that you're young, but you need to take better care of yourself."
Edgar: "I know the promise of eternal youth is seductive. But you need to take care of yourself if you actually want to keep it that way."
Edgar: "With this harsh winter Coast Towne weather, I'm always sure to apply skin cream so that it doesn't become weathered."

Ashleigh: "Thanks for the tip, Ed. Let's go." I hit the down button on the elevator.

***

Derek: Roll manipulation plus intimidation difficulty 6.

Levi: roll 7#d10

dicebot: Levi rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}

Derek: You notice him relax very calmly in his chair.
Derek: He seems completely at peace almost about to doze off.

Levi: Alright.
Levi: "Doctor. Attention. This is your hospital, I think you just had a hallucination."
Levi: "You must be alert."

Derek: He mumbles in response, but it seems unintelligible.

Levi: I'll use Mesmerize.
Levi: er
Levi: Yes, I'll use Mezmerize.

***

Ashleigh: Is the elevator door open yet?
Ashleigh: Because, if so, I'm getting in and hitting the lobby button.

Derek: The elevator has arrived on the floor.
Derek: Ashleigh you step in the elevator with Edgar.

Ashleigh: I press the lobby button.

Derek: The door closes, and the lights flash on and off for a brief moment.

Ashleigh: Oh Christ.
Ashleigh: I should have taken the stairs.

Derek: When they come back on the only button on the pad is numbered 13.

Edgar: "Brilliant."
Edgar: "And now it looks like we're going there without Levi."

Ashleigh: "I take no responsibility for any of this."
Ashleigh: "I just want to get the fuck out of here!"

***

Levi: "Doctor, you told me you'd help my daughter. Did you have any information about Floor 13?"

Derek: Levi roll Manipulation plus leadership difficulty 6.

Levi: roll 7#d10
dicebot: Levi rolled 7#d10 --> [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}, [ 1d10=1 ]{1}

Levi: wooooo

Derek: Your mesmerize fails to take affect.
Derek: The doctor is suddenly starting to seem less relaxed.
Derek: "Huh, what's going on here?"

Levi: I'm pretty vexed over not gaining control. It's not like me to let a mortal snap out of my commands.
Levi: "I'm on the wrong floor. I thought someone I knew was sick in this room but I think it's a few floors above here."
Levi: And I'll duck out immediatetly.
Levi: And head to the elevator.

***

Ashleigh: Is there one of those hatches in the top of the elevator?

Edgar: "There is obviously something mystical going on here."
Edgar: "We should take a moment to get our bearings."
Edgar: I'll pull out my iPhone and see if I can get a signal.

Derek: You see a hatch at the top of the elevator.
Derek: But it appears to be welded shut.

Ashleigh: "Shit shit shit shit shit."
Ashleigh: I'm going to try to pull the door open.

Derek: You pull and push to no avail.
Derek: The door won't open.

Ashleigh: Well, I'm definitely not pushing that fucking button.
Ashleigh: "Edgar, don't push that fucking button."

Edgar: Cell phone signal?

Derek: Your cell phones don't appear to have any power at the moment.

Ashleigh: "Let's just hope Levi tries to get in the elevator and then everything goes back to normal."

Edgar: "Everything is going to be fine, Ashleigh. Perhaps you should explain why you're so afraid of the 13th floor."

Ashleigh: "The doctor told me about it. How a bunch of gruesome shit has gone down up there."
Ashleigh: "And he mentioned a murdering priest who sounded a little too familiar."
Ashleigh: "That's what really creeped me out. That priest."

Edgar: "I see. Priests are often very disturbing figures. Especially with what they've been up to in recent days."
Edgar: "It sounds like we're dealing with vengeful or angry spirits of some sort."
Edgar: "And they're manifesting on our plane due to unresolved issues."

Ashleigh: "Well, this priest, I guess he murdered 60 orphans on Christmas in 1941. Even shittier than the average priest."

Derek: As you speak the elevator begins to go up.
Derek: Rapidly it rises until it stops on the number marker making it appear to be floor 13.
Derek: The door slowly creaks open.

Edgar: "It looks like we don't have any choice in the matter."
Edgar: "We'd better hold hands so we don't get split up."

Ashleigh: "I'm not holding your hand."
Ashleigh: What's in front of us?

Derek: The door opens to a dark hallway you can barely see into the hall.
Derek: Roll perception + alertness difficulty 6.

Edgar: Both of us?

***Ashleigh rolls 3 dice: 5, 6, 9

Edgar: I look too.

***Edgar rolls 7 10-sided dice: 9 9 1 3 5 4 10

Derek: Both of you spot a flashlight near the entrance to the elevator.

Ashleigh: I'll grab the flashlight and turn it on.

Edgar: "This is probably a spirit medium object, that will penetrate the void between our world and the next."
Edgar: "Be careful of what it illuminates."

Ashleigh: oh my gooooood
Ashleigh: "It's probably just a flashlight."
Ashleigh: "But, sure."

Edgar: "It's very unfortunate that Levi isn't here with us. I was planning to have him perform a seance."

Derek: You turn on the flashlight and flash it down the hall, your are greeted with a dilapidated hallway, it appears to have been have been renovated recently.

Derek: But the renovations are incomplete.
Derek: For a split second you think you see a pair of legs dragged into one of the rooms, but then it's gone.
Derek: You see a blood stain in it's place.

Edgar: "Do you happen to have any sage on you?"

Ashleigh: "Goddamn it."
Ashleigh: "Why would I have that? Are you serious?"
Ashleigh: I sigh and walk toward the unimaginable horror that is sure to be where the blood stain is.

Edgar: "This is my fault. I didn't come prepared."
Edgar: "Sage is well known for it's cleansing properties."
Edgar: I'll take out an amethyst from my satchel and hold it in my left hand, and follow Ashleigh.

Derek: The two of you make your way slowly down the hallway to the bloodstain it leads into a room, but now the door appears to be closed.
Derek: You didn't notice the door shut earlier, an you get the feeling that you aren't alone.

Edgar: I'll place my ear to the door and see if I can hear what's happening behind it.

Ashleigh: I scan the hallway with my flashlight to see what I can see.

Derek: Edgar roll perception plus investigation difficulty 6.

Edgar: roll 5#d10

dicebot: Edgar rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}

Derek: Ashleigh you notice more of of the wrecked hall ahead.
Derek: You see what looks like a small child for a second, but then she disappears out of your view.
Derek: Edgar you hear a crunching noise.

Ashleigh: "So, what do you think, Edgar?"

Edgar: "I heard a crunching noise."
Edgar: "I don't know what it is."

Ashleigh: "I saw a kid over there, but then it disappeared."
Ashleigh: Even though I know this is all probably not real, I'm not so convinced that I want to do anything reckless.
Ashleigh: Crunching sounds like bad news any way you cut it.
Ashleigh: "Follow me, we're going after that fucking kid."
Ashleigh: I head in that direction.

Edgar: "Hmmm..."
Edgar: I follow Ashleigh.
Edgar: "Christmas and children really points to something like the Krampus."

Ashleigh: I'm almost amused by that nonsequitur.

Derek: You hear a loud crash coming from the distance.
Derek: Followed by a child's giggling.

Ashleigh: I follow the child's laughter since I've already committed myself to this crazy shit.

Edgar: "Be careful. Ghost children are the most dangerous of all ghosts."
Edgar: I continue after her.

Derek: The two of you make your way down the hallway, trying to focus on the small area lit up by the flashlight.
Derek: A quick scan with the flashlight reveals more blood and severed body parts in the hall as you make your way down the hall.
Derek: The stench of death and blood becomes overwhelming.
Derek: You come upon the door where you once again hear the giggling from a small child.

Ashleigh: I take a deep breath and exhale.
Ashleigh: "Are you ready to go in here?"

Edgar: I'll grab Ashleigh by the shoulder.
Edgar: "We should turn back. This is no way to deal with a haunting. Just running around willy nilly."
Edgar: "Who knows what horrors could lie in there?"

Ashleigh: "Yeah, it's probably a terrible idea, but it's the only idea I've got. Otherwise we'll just end up wandering this place forever."
Ashleigh: "Unless you want to try the elevator."

Edgar: I'll wrack my brain for alternatives.
Edgar: "I suppose it's the only thing that we can do."
Edgar: "I should probably lead."

Ashleigh: "After you," I say and give a slight bow out of the way so Edgar can open the door.
Ashleigh: I was actually hoping he would do it because I really didn't want to.

Edgar: I'll push open the door quickly and look inside.

Derek: As you push open the door you are shocked to see!
Derek: END CHAPTER!

Ashleigh: Weak.

Derek: So much sass!
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[Jason]

Derek: You don't see them in the hall, the elevator door is closed.

Levi: I'll grind my teeth and clench my fists.

Derek: roll perception plus alertness difficulty 6.

Levi: roll 5#d10

dicebot: Levi rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=5 ]{5}, [ 1d10=3 ]{3}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Derek: You notice a small slip of paper in front of the elevator.
Derek: You think that maybe Ashleigh might have dropped it.

Levi: I'll pick it up and read it.

Derek: Is has the name Agnes Moorehead written on it with a police precinct number.

Levi: I'll tuck the piece of paper into my jacket pocket and mutter.
Levi: "Fucking impatient clients."
Levi: I'm going to logically deduce that if Ashliegh and Edgar were the last ones to use the elevator, and if Ashleigh went to talk with the Doctor, then this is Ashleigh's.
Levi: Which, thank fucking god, gives a real vampire some kind of advantage. I wanted to interrogate the doctor fully so I wouldn't have to rely on someone who didn't even want to be here, initially.
Levi: I'll tighten my suit jacket and press the button for the elevator.

Derek: You wait patiently for the elevator. checking your watch periodically.
Derek: It finally arrives and opens up it appears to be empty.

Levi: 1) I should probably head to the precinct, which means hopefully I can have Edgar drive me back to my car and ditch him.
Levi: 2) I'll have to drudge up all those awful memories of that night, a long time ago. I'll wonder where I put that cross with the inscription.
Levi: I'll step in and press the button for the ground floor.

Derek: You press the button and the elevator takes you down to the lobby floor.
Derek: You hear a musak version of Love is a Battlefield playing in the elevator.

Levi: Has the elevator arrived?

Derek: The elevator stops on the ground floor.
Derek: It opens up and you see the lobby you were in earlier, the same elderly woman manning the front desk.

Levi: I exit humming the first few bars of the song.
Levi: I'll say aloud
Levi: "A shame that Pat Andrzejewsk had to change her name. A shame that she didn't want to be around longer."
Levi: I walk over to the elderly front desk clerk.
Levi: "Have you see the two I was with exit?"

Derek: The elderly woman looks up.
Derek: "Oh no I don't believe they have, sir."
Derek: "Did you lose them in the hospital, sir?"

Levi: "Yes, I had to ask a few more questions. I don't suppose I could use my cellphone in the lobby, could I?"
Levi: I'll walk over to the desk and stare at her as I do so.

Derek: "Why sir, it's no problem there are no patients on this floor, and I don't mind if you use your cell phone."

Levi: I'll try to call Edgar.

Derek: You dial Edgar's number.
Derek: The phone rings several times before Edgar picks up.
Derek: "Yeah we went to the Police station, meet us there."
Derek: And then it hangs up.

Levi: Edgar left without me?
Levi: Fucking disrespectful.
Levi: He was awfully curt though!
Levi: Do I notice anything amiss about the call.

Derek: roll perception plus alertness difficulty 6.

Levi: roll 5#d10

dicebot: Levi rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=10 ]{10}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}, [ 1d10=6 ]{6}, [ 1d10=9 ]{9}

Derek: While the voice sounded like Edgar's you notice that it was clearly not his style of speaking and lacked his usual actor's affectations.

Levi: I'll pat the piece of paper through my jacket.
Levi: They're not here, they're not down here.
Levi: I've talked to Edgar countless times, heard him talk at length about various garbage many times.
Levi: But not now. That wasn't him saying he was at the police station.
Levi: He could be dead for all I know.
Levi: I'll turn around and ask the clerk.
Levi: "Is it possible for me to order a cab from here?"

Derek: "Well I have a phone book, if you have a cell phone, sir."

Levi: "Could I please have the number, maam?"
Levi: I'll wait.

Derek: She pulls out a dusty phone book and rifles through the pages.
Derek: She comes upon a number for a taxi service quickly writes it down on a piece of paper and hands it to you.
Derek: "I usually use this service they're pretty reliable."

Levi: "If my friends come back down from the elevator, tell them I had a business appointment to make."
Levi: I'll take the number, and call it, ordering a cab to the hospital.

Derek: You wait patiently for the cab wondering where you companions could've gone.
Derek: You can't help but wonder about the weird phone call earlier.
Derek: Who did you talk to if it wasn't Edgar?

Levi: We were supposed to meet the Prince, instead, Edgar's sire Lady Grey sent us on some fool's errand.
Levi: Annoying. But her ancestry makes me still vulnerable to her, still, something extreme is happening if Kindred have still been disappearing quickly, for a decade.
Levi: Kindred disappearing?
Levi: Dennis Randolph.
Levi: The Kindred the Prince wanted to showcase to me so many years ago, a stake dodged I suppose.
Levi: I'll instinctively paw at my pocket, remembering my drive home from Studio 13.
Levi: "Though our love is forbidden, I will always cherish the time we had together. "
Levi: I don't think about that quote all the time, but I remember driving back to my lair panicked, remembering that quote, remembering the horrors I saw in Studio 13.

Derek: You hear a honk from the front of the hospital.
Derek: You think that perhaps your cab has arrived.

Levi: I'll start walking towards the cab.
Levi: I'll grind my teeth a bit and before getting into the cab, I'll take my handkerchief out and wipe my face.
Levi: Purely instinctively.
Levi: Was there something about that nightmare I had that reminded me of the dream I had perhaps?
Levi: I know that I remember some sort of phrase, something like, " if I do as the lord asks I can destroy these... sinners!"?
Levi: I open up the cab door and step in.
Levi: I'm going to ask the cab driver to take me a few blocks from wherever my Chantry is.

Derek: The drive looks at you, and says, "Alright..."
Derek: "I'll get you there right away."

Levi: I'll try to call Ashleigh.

Derek: You call Ashleigh's number and it rings a few times, it finally picks up and you hear a loud screeching noise before it disconnects.

Levi: Both of them, something has clearly happened.
Levi: Two of my best clients, I can't simply forget about them, and I've represented Edgar for a long time.
Levi: But the most sagacious thing I could do is get the full weight of the Tremere in on whatever is going on.
Levi: I'll close my phone up and open up the cab window a little bit.

Derek: The winter air feels cool on your face.

Levi: I'll immediately recoil.

Derek: Who knows what is in store next for Levi...
Derek: END CHAPTER!

Levi: I roll the window back up and I get back to my Chantry and have a blood orgy.
Levi: Several new clients (bitches) suck my dick all day and I'm still the most well-respected agent in Coast Towne.
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[Jason]

Levi's Chapter 2 Gaiden Black Magic Woman
“Those with the greatest awareness have the greatest nightmares.”

Derek: Your cab pulls up to the front of the chantry building a small townhouse in the middle of Coast Towne who outer appearance belies its size and significance.

Levi: I'll take my wallet out and throw 70 dollars at the cab driver.
Levi: "Don't tell your friends I'm always this generous."
Levi: I'll exit the cab and I'll stand and wait for it to leave.

Derek: He chuckles and says "I don't think anyone will make that mistake, matza ball."
Derek: He then speeds off.

Levi: hehe
Levi: I'll fiddle with my cuffs, then I'll take out that paper and study it briefly, committing everything on it to memory.
Levi: Who wouldn't want Agnes Moorhead....
Levi: I'll turn my cell phone OFF and head to the front door, ringing the door bell or whatever/

Derek: You see the door creak open a crack.
Derek: "Who is it?"

Levi: "You think Al Cohen's childe would be recognizable by his professional manner and diction."
Levi: "I am here as always, Levi, a servant."

Derek: "Oh sorry, dear sir, security's getting tightened."
Derek: You recognize the voice suddenly as Joseph the door ghoul.
Derek: He opens the door wide and you see him dressed in his typical butler outfit.
Derek: "The lady of the chantry wished for me to tell you that she wants to see you the moment you arrive.

Levi: I'll look casually behind me and satisfied, step in through the door.
Levi: "No need to apologize Joseph, I shouldn't be so rude."
Levi: "I just expected that I'd be watched by everyone inside the second I pulled up to the house."
Levi: "Shall I head to see her immediately before she gives me a contract with another Edgar?"

Derek: He chuckles, "You and your actors, sir..."
Derek: "Anyway I believe she wished to see you the moment you arrived."

Levi: I'll nod at Joseph and pat his arm quickly, and head towards wherever it is the Lady of the Chantry resides!!!!

Derek: You make your way into the townhouse whose entrayhall matches that of any typical old style townhouse.
Derek: You step towards a doorway under the stairs that to the unaware would be a closet door.
Derek: You open it and begin to make your way down a long set of stone stairs the way lit by torches burning blue flames.
Derek: You make you way down two flights before coming to a large stone room various tables and bookcases fill the room as with several wooden doors.
Derek: You make your way to the one farthest in the back and you know it to be the office of Desiree DeChantell lady of the chantry and in charge of all Tremere business in Coast Towne.

Levi: I'll walk into the office uninvited.
Levi: "The torches are a nice touch, nothing to remind everyone that we practice blood magic while marketing to the 14-18 demographic."
Levi: My lips are totally, arrogantly pursed.

Derek: You see a tall attractive black women in a short red dress bearing a very large afro.
Derek: She appears to be in her early twenties or late teens in age.

Levi: Jackie Brown...

Derek: She is smoking a long cigarette and speaks in a heavy Jamaican accent with a smokey voice as she opens her lips to speak with you.
Derek: "Dat's how we do tings down here Levi." she laughs.
Derek: "Always wit da smart mouth, dis one."

Levi: "Desiree, you know I can't control myself around you. Either it's the cigarette or those long black legs."
Levi: "I'm just trying to act like a foul mouthed Jew boy to attract you."
Levi: "You've must have wondered what it's like to be date down every once in a while and take Levi Salzbergh on for some...mentoring."
Levi: I'll sit down in a chair if there is one.

Derek: She smiles.
Derek: "Wouldn't be da first time you did dat to me."
Derek: "Sorry about da security, but I tink you know why."

Levi: "Looks like we're on the same page then, which is good."
Levi: "Now, beg my pardon (I'll use my fingers to put verbal quotes over what I just said) but who the hell is Lady Grey, and do you know that she decided to send me on some fucking errand to a hospital."

Derek: She laughs.
Derek: "Ah dat bitch is up to her old tricks I see."
Derek: "Dat cold-hearted woman trying to take advantage of a bad situation."
Derek: "Did she tell you anyting, or is she just using dat emptyheaded crush of da Prince against him?"

Levi: "I'll answer a question with a question Desiree. How many of our brethren have gone missing in the last thirty years? How many of our agents, of our fine thespians?"

Derek: Her look sours.
Derek: "More dan I care to admit..."
Derek: "We been looking into it for quite a while, but we haven't found anyting, and every day more disappear."
Derek: "Dat damn Prince hasn't exactly been helpful."

Levi: "The Prince is more obsessed with draining the blood out of the dick of every hot young kine he sees."
Levi: "Lady Grey told me some bullshit about the thirteenth floor of the hospital. While we went there, both of my star talents, Edgar and Ashleigh disappeared and I got some fucking fake ass phone call from someone pretending to be Edgar."
Levi: I'll punctuate that last remark by throwing my deactivated cell phone onto her desk.
Levi: "I don't know if you want to take a look at it, or just get me a new damn phone, but things are getting personal and even though Caine has already damned me, I'll be damned if word gets out that Levi Salzbergh abandoned two of his clients."

Derek: She looks curious.
Derek: "Did you find any bodies?"

Levi: "Bodies? No, nothing, nothing like that. You know that shit that went down at Studio 13 so long ago, nothing like that this time."
Levi: "I got the fuck out of the hospital. Ashleigh apparently found out about some contact at a police station. Agnes Moorehead. But I don't even have a goddamn clue what I'd ask her."

Derek: "Den we can't assume dey're dead."
Derek: "Da police station, eh?"
Derek: She looks lost in thought.
Derek: "You should head dere. Let me contact a kindred I know with contacts dere. I'll have him meet you dere to find dis Ms. Moorehead."
Derek: "But be careful, he be a bit of a dimwit dis one. Always chargin' in when it be unnecessary."
Derek: She tosses you your cell phone.
Derek: "And keep dis, I'll be contacting you later."

Levi: "You know I can't turn you down Desiree. Though, it's the blood bond I have to thank for that one."
Levi: I'll turn my cell phone back on and pocket it.
Levi: My foot is tapping impatiently, and wipe my brow.
Levi: "And if I see anything....anything that doesn't appear real...Any suggestions? Any black magic to protect me?"

Derek: "just watch yourself out dere. If you find the cause come to me and I'll deal wit it."
Derek: "And remember to visit more often, handsome man. You know I can't resist you cute little furry jewish boy."
Derek: She smiles and winks before picking up the phone as if she's about to make a phone call.
Derek: You gather that's your queue to leave.

Levi: "Later, honey."
Levi: I'll give her a salut de raza which cockily suggests that I GOT THIS.
Levi: Leaving the office, I'll close the door and head to exit the Chantry, whistling the muzak version of Love is a Battlefield.
Levi: The one that I heard in the elevator at the hospital.

Derek: You make your way back up to the townhouse.
Derek: Joseph sees you and bows politely.
Derek: "I took the liberty of calling you a cab at the lady's request."

Levi: I'll grab Joseph by the shoulders.
Levi: "Joseph my man, you are a king."
Levi: "That piece of black ass has got me all riled up. I gotta get to some work but you take care."
Levi: I'll let go and walk quickly through the door, into the second cab of my night.

Derek: The cab is a rather stereotypical Indian man bearing a turban.
Derek: "Where to, sir?"

Levi: I won't look at him as I speak to him, instead I'll lower the window and let the cold air in.
Levi: "Coast Towne Police Station."
Levi: I'll throw him a quick look and quickly turn my head.
Levi: "Let's go, let's go."

Derek: "Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
Derek: He begins to speed wildly down the foggy icy roads.
Derek: You feel the cold air blast your face and you know that you will soon be at the police station.
Derek: END LEVI'S CHAPTER 2 GAIDEN!

Levi: powerful jewish man
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