Conversation with #ftuvampire at 3/5/2009 12:04:02 PM on Jason@irc.techwarelabs.com (irc)
mode (+oa Jason Jason) by ChanServ
BruceWayne: jason
BruceWayne: I GUESS I SHOULD CHANGE MY NAME
BruceWayne is now known as KateFord
Jason: Just Kate.
KateFord is now known as Kate
FagBigot [asdf@hide-87958BF6.dsl.pltn13.sbcglobal.net] entered the room.
Kate left the room (quit: Killed (NickServ (Nick kill enforced))).
BruceWayne [chatzilla@hide-5395CC50.cm.sunflower.com] entered the room.
BruceWayne: I got kicked because that name is already in use.
Jason: You ready to go?
BruceWayne: Yeah
FagBigot: I'm ready too.
BruceWayne: Ready to suck my dick.
Jason: All right.
Jason: Kate Ford: Freeplay Session
BruceWayne is now known as Wetzel
Wetzel is now known as KateFord
Jason: You arise tonight peacefully, in a bed of black silk and satin. The night sky is clear outside, and the stars and moonlight shine through your window.
Jason: No, this cannot be!'
KateFord: !
Jason: I was about to tell Andre to change over to KateFord.
KateFord: I'm already here!
Jason: Oh, fuck.
Jason: I thought Peter changed after you ...
Jason: ahhhhhh goddddd
Jason: Over.
KateFord: Is this someone else saying that?
KateFord: I mean the "No, this cannot be!"
Jason: No, that was me thinking that Peter had changed his nick to KateFord.
KateFord: Oh!
Jason: All that has happened is you woke up.
Jason: Say Over when you are finished, as is tradition.
KateFord: I get out of bed and check my phone for messages.
KateFord: Over.
KateFord: Also, let me say how insane it is for a vampire to sleep next to a window.
Jason: At no point did I say it was NEXT TO YOU
KateFord: Oh.
KateFord: Sorry for doubting you.
Jason: The voice of a man rings through your phone. You recognize him after a moment, a local journalist calling to follow up on the chance to interview you for his paper.
Jason: After he has finished, your mother's voice, asking if you are free for dinner sometime this week.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I'm a little uneasy about the idea of an interview. I think about it for a second, but decide to put it out of my mind when I hear my mother's voice.
KateFord: I call her back instead.
KateFord: What time is it?
Jason: Half past seven.
KateFord: Okay, yeah, I call her.
KateFord: Over.
Jason: "Hello?" comes your mother's voice. Refined and distinguished as it was since you were born, but also compassionate.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I smile at the sound of her voice. "Hi, mom. How have you been?"
KateFord: over
Jason: "Kate!" she says happily. "Oh good, I was worried you'd be too busy to call." She takes a moment, and you can hear her smile through the phone. "I swear, it seems like we saw you more when you were off at college than when you're living here in the city."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: It kills me a little to hear that.
KateFord: Even if there is an explanation, it's not one you feel like talking to your mom about.
KateFord: "Well, being busy is no excuse. I should check in with you more often."
KateFord: over
Jason: You hear some noise on the other end of the line. The muffled sound of your mother telling someone "I'm on the phone with Kate."
Jason: A pause.
Jason: "Your father says hi," she says, warmly.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I pause for a bit too long.
KateFord: "Tell him hello for me."
KateFord: over
Jason: You can picture your father easily, sitting in a black leather chair, reading his newspaper, knowing not to bother to even get on the voice, just using your mother as a proxy. You can hear his voice, faintly, as he tells her to ask "So, when is she coming by for dinner?"
Jason: Your mother repeats the question, softening its tone.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I'm kind of panicking here. Dinner seemed like a good idea until you really think about it.
KateFord: "Hmm, any night is fine."
KateFord: over
Jason: She confers with your father, and offers a date, sometime within the next week.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Sure, I can set reservations for us, if you'd like. Actually, it would be my pleasure."
KateFord: "Does father prefer any particular restaurant for our dinner?"
KateFord: over
Jason: "Nonsense!" she says. "We'll have you over here."
Jason: "We're a family, and we'll eat like a family."
Jason: She insists that you come visit her in their home, and even provides directions there, a little too helpfully.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Would a late dinner, like around 8, be okay? Sometimes I have a lot of business to take care of during the day."
KateFord: over
FagBigot left the room (quit: Connection reset by peer).
Jason: "Oh, that's later than we usually eat around here these days, but I'm sure it will work out. I'll tell your father to give the cooks overtime," she says with a laugh.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Sorry if it's any trouble."
KateFord: over
FagBigot [asdf@hide-C37CE1FD.dsl.pltn13.sbcglobal.net] entered the room.
Feuilly [Feuilly@hide-CD2FB3DD.dsl.teksavvy.com] entered the room.
Jason: "Not at all, Kate," she says. "Never."
Jason: She pauses, you can feel her looking to him, deliberating.
Jason: "Would you like to speak to your father?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "I'm sure he's busy or tired. I don't want to bother him."
KateFord: over
Jason: Your mother exhales. "All right. We'll see you then, Kate."
Jason: "Ooo, I'm so excited."
Jason: Over.
FagBigot left the room (quit: Connection reset by peer).
KateFord: "Bye, mom. It was great to hear from you!"
KateFord: over
Feuilly left the room.
Jason: "Bye bye, darling."
Jason: The call ends.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: That was a little too intense.
dicebot [~f@hide-CD2FB3DD.dsl.teksavvy.com] entered the room.
FagBigot [asdf@hide-C37CE1FD.dsl.pltn13.sbcglobal.net] entered the room.
KateFord: I pull up the calendar on my phone and put a reminder to myself of the date.
KateFord: I think about calling the journalist guy back.
KateFord: It could be good publicity, but there are some ... complications.
KateFord: Well, fuck it.
KateFord: I call him back.
KateFord: over
Jason: "Seagal," comes his voice.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Hello, this is Kate Ford. I believe you called earlier."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Kate," he says, "Yeah!" You can hear the frantic typing of keys, and a cigarette in his teeth slurring his words. It's easy to picture him at his sweaty desk, keeping you on speaker phone as he works, particularly as he says nothing else.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "If you're busy, perhaps you can call me back later."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Oh, no, no, no!" he says frantically.
Jason: "You're a hard one to get a hold of."
KateFord: "So what kind of piece are you planning to write?"
KateFord: over
Jason: "So, uh, Kate, I'm with the Santonner Post and basically, well, we're trying to start up a new, more youth-oriented insert and I've been put in charge."
Jason: "And I know The Abyss has really taken off, so I talked to, ummm... Leisha Willaims? Yeah, and she threw me your number."
Jason: "I'd love to just sit down with you a bit, talk about your decisions for the club, growing up in Santonner, things like that."
Jason: P.S. The city is named Santonner.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "I think I can do that, sure."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Awesome. How's your tonight looking?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Tonight ... I can do something brief. I'm not sure how much time you need for one of these."
KateFord: It occurs to me that I need to feed.
KateFord: Shit.
KateFord: over
Jason: "Oh, yeah, it shouldn't take more than twenty, thirty minutes," he says, a consummate professional. "We can do it at The Abyss if you want, or just find a quiet little coffee shop."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Yeah, we can meet at the club. I'll let the doorman know you're coming and he'll let you right in."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Awesome," he says again. "I'll be there in an hour, yeah?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Sounds good. See you then."
KateFord: over
Jason: The phone goes quiet. Alone with your thoughts now, your hunger is growing.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: It would be an excellent idea to have a bunch of blood just laying about for convenient consumption.
KateFord: SIGH
KateFord: I get dressed, put on a badass leather jacket, tuck my knife in there and head out.
KateFord: over
Jason: You leave your apartment building and can feel the shine of the stars on your skin; it's not painful, it tingles and stimulates the hair follicles. It reminds you, electrically, of your beastly nature, however. The curse of the Lasombra clan. Oversensitivity. The streets are relatively quiet, a few people walk to and fro.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: It's something, even after a few years, that's hard to get used to. The constant reminders that you're not really alive.
KateFord: I let the unpleasant thought pass, though, and continue walking.
KateFord: I take the rear, employee entrance to avoid even the small crowd that is out this early in the night.
KateFord: over
Jason: You pass by the mouthway of The Abyss, and unlock the back entrance, leading directly into a concrete entrance cabinet where you can wipe your feet, hang your jacket. Through a door is your office.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I call out to see if anyone is here yet. I check my watch and realize just how early I showed up.
KateFord: over
Jason: No answer.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: My hunger hits me again and I realize it might be a few hours before I get a chance to feed.
KateFord: I head to the DJ booth and turn on some music to give me something else to think about for a while.
Jason: You walk directly through your office and into the club.
KateFord: As I'm waiting, I decide to text Leisha.
KateFord: "any big news from the evil daytime hours?"
KateFord: over
Jason: It's a dizzying, smoky black, with cascading glints of light from carefully placed dull glass pieces along the walls. No one is dancing now, but several lounge areas are filled, and the bar is nearly full. An artificial cloud of mist hangs in the air. One thing of note in this club is that it contains no mirrors or reflective surfaces of any kind.
Jason: There may have been a misunderstanding here, I realize.
Jason: I meant no one is in your office.
KateFord: Oh, yeah.
Jason: The club is active.
KateFord: Oh.
KateFord: I see.
Jason: I'm sorry.
KateFord: That's fine.
KateFord: Forget all that stuff.
Jason: Anyway, you spot Leisha at the bar, chatting with the bartender.
KateFord: I'll go back to my office then and wait for that reporter dude.
KateFord: FUCK
KateFord: Okay, I'll talk to them.
KateFord: "Hey, guys."
KateFord: over
Jason: Leisha turns to see you and springs from the bar stool, offering you two friendly and fashionable cheek kisses and a polite hug. The bartender, a six foot tall, well-kept white man is cleaning a glass as he says "Evening, Miss Ford."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Any news? Don't leave out the tiniest detail."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Easy come, easy go," Leisha says, admiring your clothes. "Eric was just telling me that he could work more hours if we needed him."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I turn to Eric and smile, one eyebrow raised.
KateFord: "Anything I need to know about?"
KateFord: over
Jason: He puts the glass he was polishing down and smiles. He grips the side of the bar counter with the balls of his palms as he leans forward, allowing him to clandestinely flex his biceps and pectorals. "Just broke up with my girl," he says, "so I got more free time."
Jason: And you swear to God, he just winked at you.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Watch yourself, mister. I'm way too much for you."
KateFord: "Trust me."
KateFord: "But if you want more hours, I'll talk to the other bartenders and see what we can do."
KateFord: over
Jason: Leisha hits your arm playfully. "Be nice," she says.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Being nice is overrated."
KateFord: "I have an interview pretty soon. If a journalist shows up, send him to my office. I think his name is Seagal."
KateFord: I head back to my office.
KateFord: over
Jason: "Oh, Cliff Seagal?" she asks before you go.
Jason: "That's right, I completely forgot. He wanted to do a piece on us, I figured it was great publicity, so I told him to talk to you."
Jason: "'The Face of The Abyss'," she says, imagining the headline.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Oh yeah, he told me he talked to you."
KateFord: "Honestly, I'm not really sure what to expect."
KateFord: "Hopefully it won't be a disaster, but I'm expecting one."
KateFord: over
Jason: "You'll be fine!" she says. "Just smile and promote."
Jason: Then she says "After all, you're your father's daughter," and you almost wince.
Jason: "Eric's shift is almost up so he and I are gonna head out. You good from here on?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Yeah, I think I can handle it."
KateFord: "Later."
KateFord: over
Jason: Leisha and Eric walk out together, flirting unmistakably. Another man, dressed a bit more professionally, comes out from the mist and takes his post at the bar.
Jason: Over.
Feuilly [Feuilly@hide-CD2FB3DD.dsl.teksavvy.com] entered the room.
KateFord: I go to my office and wait.
KateFord: over
Jason: Time passes as you sit in your office. You can hear the music in the club get heavier, and the hunger clutches at you again.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: Christ.
KateFord: I'll head back out to the club and see if I can't find anyone I recognize.
KateFord: over
Jason: Some frequent patrons. The employees. The place is really filling up now, the lights are strobing.
Jason: Over.
Feuilly left the room.
KateFord: How much longer until Cliff shows up? I look at my watch.
KateFord: Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this.
KateFord: At least not tonight.
KateFord: I'll sit down and try to tough it out.
KateFord: over
Jason: In your office?
KateFord: Yeah
Jason: You keep at your desk. Slick and black, with one of those new iMacs that is just a monitor and a super thin keyboard. You play Bejeweled to pass the time, and keep your mind off of feeding.
Jason: It's not easy.
Jason: After too long, one of the club's security guys knocks at your door, opens it and tells you that someone named Cliff Seagal is here for you.
Feuilly [Feuilly@hide-CD2FB3DD.dsl.teksavvy.com] entered the room.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I tell him to let the guy in and I try my best to look pleasant despite how I'm feeling.
KateFord: over
Jason: Cliff walks in looking as you would expect. Awkwardly trendy, overworked, a bit intimidated by security. But he is pleased to see you, and extends his hand. "Kate..."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Mr. Seagal, pleased to meet you."
KateFord: "Let's get started, shall we?"
KateFord: over
Jason: Do you shake his hand?
Jason: Every drop of Lasombra blood in your body tells you not to touch that greasy meat slab.
KateFord: I shake his hand to be polite, but then wipe his sweat off on my jeans.
KateFord: over
Jason: "Call me Cliff," he says as he pulls a chair up to your desk. He takes out a tape recorder and holds it out inquisitively. "You mind?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: OOC: That shit does work right? It's just video stuff that doesn't?
Jason: As far as you know.
KateFord: "Not at all."
KateFord: over
Jason: But ... you've left voice mail messages before.
KateFord: Oh, shit, yeah, I just talked on the fucking phone.
KateFord: Christ.
KateFord: SO DUMB
Jason: He presses record and says, "OK, yeah, we'll start simple. Tell me your name, age, where you're from, where you went to school, all that stuff."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I joke, "Oh, I get to do all your research for you?"
KateFord: "Well, my name is Katherine Ford, I'm 29 years old and I was born in Santonner Memorial Hospital. I graduated from Harvard with a degree in business with a minor in economics."
KateFord: "Anything else you need to know?"
KateFord: over
Dpayne [Derek@hide-E164C225.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
Jason: "Oh, by the way," he says.
Jason: "Mind if I smoke?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Sure."
KateFord: over
KateFord: Oh shit, you motherfucker.
KateFord: Don't make me rotschreck.
Jason: TOO LATE NOW, HARVARD BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jason: He brings a cigarette to his lips and ignites it. He inhales, and as smoke pours from his mouth, he says "Your father was a Harvard man too, wasn't he?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Yes, he was. It was important to him that I should follow in his footsteps."
KateFord: "You know how fathers can be."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Ha," he says. "Yeah." He scratches the back of his head. "My dad was a lawyer."
Jason: "So, went to graduate school too, right?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "No, toward the end of my time in school, I was kind of tired of doing everything my father told me to. I might go back eventually, but I'm just trying to enjoy myself and build up my business now."
KateFord: "It's tough being an only child with the hopes of the family on your back, but ..." I shrug.
Jason: Over?
KateFord: Oh yeah.
KateFord: Fuck
KateFord: over
Jason: "Heh." He indicates himself with the cigarette. "Three brothers."
Jason: "So, where'd the idea to start The Abyss come from, and when did it open?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "One of my father's friends decided to sell the property and I wasn't interested in joining Ford & Associates quite yet, so I decided to try getting into the club business."
Jason: (Ford Banking and Associates.)
KateFord: SUCK MY DICK
KateFord: "That was ... Four, five years ago, I think?"
KateFord: over
Jason: "Have you always been a clubber, Kate?" he asks.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Well, I was a bit of an introvert until I got to college. I grew to appreciate it."
KateFord: "In college, it was kind of crazy sometimes. Nothing too bad, but I probably should have relaxed a little."
KateFord: "By the time I graduated, it wasn't so fun anymore, but running a business and enjoying the fruits of your labor ... It's very rewarding to watch others appreciate your work."
KateFord: "I hope to provide an experience and I think my success speaks to the quality of it."
KateFord: over
Jason: "It's, uh, been noted that you didn't hire any interior people or marketers. You established the name, the brand, so to speak, and the design of the club on your own, is that right?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "No, I can't take all the credit. One of my college friends, Leisha Williams, who you already spoke to, she had a lot of input."
KateFord: "She has done so much for me. She really is an important part of what we do."
KateFord: "I established the vision, but she brings it to life."
KateFord: over
Jason: "Word around town is that you used to be more than friends. Is that right?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "People love spreading rumors. It's kind of pathetic."
KateFord: over
Jason: He knuckle drags his cigarette and hehs. "All right, all right, fair enough. A lot of the frequenters tell me that you two share the responsibilities for the club, although it's all in your name. How did it come about that you brought her into the project?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Well ..."
KateFord: I think about how to put this.
KateFord: "She had helped me with ideas from almost the beginning, but about a year or so after I had opened The Abyss ... Life got a little overwhelming, if you understand me."
KateFord: "So, I decided to hire her on to help me run things."
KateFord: "I needed someone I could trust and she was already familiar with what I was trying to do, so it was a natural fit."
KateFord: over
Jason: He nods and nods, and wipes sweat from his face, and the interview continues for another half hour or so, discussing your theories on keeping an establishment marketable, things you learned from your father, your own personal style, and so on.
Jason: Finally, he stops the tape.
Dpayne is now known as Jazzercise
Jazzercise is now known as JazzerciseInstructor
Jason: "That was great," he says quietly. "Now," he says as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a small digital camera, "if I could just get a few pictures?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "No, I can send you photographs or you can take a picture of the building, but no."
KateFord: "I don't mean to be a bitch, but it's just a thing."
KateFord: over
Jason: "I'm sorry?" he asks, quickly annoyed.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "I should have told you up front, but I'm kind of weird about getting my picture taken."
KateFord: "I don't know what to tell you. It's not personal."
KateFord: over
JazzerciseInstructor is now known as Dpayne
Jason: "I, I can't run this thing without pictures, Kate."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I knew this was a bad idea.
KateFord: "I can provide shots that I already have done. But I can't really be flexible here."
KateFord: I feel really bad.
KateFord: "If you want, I can reimburse you for your time if they won't run your article."
Jason: Over?
KateFord: yeah
KateFord: over
KateFord: Fuck.
KateFord: Sorry.
Jason: "We can't run shots that weren't taken by the paper, legally. Come on, just stand and I'll snap a few, I swear it'll be quick and painless." He stands and points the camera at you.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Please, don't do this. I don't want trouble."
KateFord: over
Jason: "It'll be OK. You'll look great."
Jason: The camera flashes.
Jason: A moment goes by.
KateFord: "Goddamn it."
Jason: He looks at the back of the camera and goes "Hm."
Jason: "Is there some problem with the lights here?"
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "Yes, it's the lights."
KateFord: over
Jason: "All right, well, stand up, I'll get you out of the shadows."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "The shadow isn't going to go away."
KateFord: "You really had to do that?"
KateFord: over
Jason: "Kate, really, just stand up and give me two pictures. I've gotta get back to work."
Jason: Over.
KateFord: "I knew this was a terrible idea. I really, really don't mean to be rude, but it's absolutely impossible."
KateFord: over
Jason: You can tell that that excuse isn't going to work, no matter how many times you use it.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: I stare him in the eyes and say, "Leave."
Jason: Dominate?
KateFord: Yes.
Jason: Manipulation + Intimidation, difficulty four.
KateFord: roll 5#d10
dicebot: KateFord rolled 5#d10 --> [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=7 ]{7}, [ 1d10=2 ]{2}, [ 1d10=4 ]{4}
Jason: Cliff licks his lips, drops his camera to the side, and slowly walks out of your office without another word.
Jason: Over.
KateFord: That was terrible.
KateFord: I guess I'll send his camera back to him tomorrow.
KateFord: *sigh*
KateFord: Now I feel really bad.
KateFord: I need to get ready for work now.
Jason: Oh, OOC?
KateFord: Yeah.
Jason: Haha.
Jason: OK.
KateFord: Do you want to end it or what?
Jason: Well, presumably Kate spends the rest of the night in her club, then goes home?
KateFord: Well, let's imagine that she drinks enough blood that she's full and everyone is as happy as possible.
Jason: Haha, no, sorry, that has to be roleplayed.
Jason: Too bad, you might have been able to get yourself ready for the main story ...
KateFord: Maybe pick it up when I get home.
KateFord: I don't know, I might have to play Call of Duty.
KateFord: I didn't last night.
Jason: No, this is all.
Jason: Kate, full of misgivings, goes home, drapes the curtains and crawls to bed.
Jason: She sleeps the day away.
Jason: End of Session.
KateFord: k
Jason: You get an experience point!
Jason: You can go to work now.
KateFord: weeeeee
Jason: And think about all the trouble you got that poor journalist in.
KateFord: Yeah, I thought about the photo issue right away, but ... *sigh*
Feuilly: Why couldn't you just tell him that the photos you had were acceptable?
Dpayne left the room (quit: Ping timeout).
KateFord: You can only give one word commands.
KateFord: At least at the level I have dominate.
Feuilly: Oh
Dpayne [Derek@hide-E164C225.hsd1.wa.comcast.net] entered the room.
FagBigot left the room (kate iz a dyke~~~~~~~~~~).
KateFord is now known as BruceWayne
Feuilly: Even me?
Feuilly: Oh
Feuilly: Wrong window
Feuilly left the room.
Dpayne left the room (quit: Ping timeout).
dicebot left the room (quit: Quit: ).