Conversation with #ftuvampire at 3/11/2009 12:21:56 AM on Jason@irc.techwarelabs.com (irc)
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DavidBancho is now known as David_
David_: Unfortunately
David_: David is already being used.
Jason: Noooo
Jason: The same thing happened with Andre's character.
Jason: You guys need more unique names!
Jason: You can be DavidBancho if you want, then.
David_: My guy's name could be Skeeter.
Jason: Whichever.
David_: Or Rupyard
David_ is now known as DavidBancho
Jason: David will do ...
Jason: I'm all nervous, to start my new game...
DavidBancho: anime ...
Jason: OK, you ready?
DavidBancho: Sure.
Jason: Say anime again.
Jason: I dare you.
Jason: I double dare you.
Jason: PRESS START
DavidBancho: *presses start*
Jason: NEW GAME
Jason: CONTINUE
DavidBancho: If this was a rented copy of the game
DavidBancho: I could check to see if there were save games left on the cartridge from previous players!
Jason: It is a brand new game and you have purchased it.
DavidBancho: But I'll go with NEW GAME
Jason: Welcome to... ONUS.
Jason: Chapter One: The New Man in Town
Jason: No single event can awaken within us a stranger whose existence we had never suspected. To live is to be slowly born.
Jason: - Antoine de Saint Exupéry
Jason: The shutter of the van coming to a halt at a stop light awakens you from your sleep. It's still night, but you can't help but doze off on the long drive from your last temporary residence to your new home in the city of Santonna.
FagBigot [asdf@hide-7C9A6F00.dsl.pltn13.sbcglobal.net] entered the room.
Jason: Your ghoul and confidante Orson Bagley drives the rented U-Haul van, full of your belongings, and your treasures. Maps, artifacts, old journals, everything you've collected in your seemingly unending struggle to understand the nature of your curse.
Jason: That, and your grand piano, the only memento of your mortal life, shifting in the back.
Jason: There's a newspaper in your lap, folded, displaying the headline that brought you to Santonna:
Jason: NEW PHILANTHROPIC ORGANIZATION ANNOUNCED
Jason: BROTHER'S ONUS
Jason: Part of you still believes it's a coincidence, and that you've lead yourself on yet another fruitless journey. But the rest... the rest cannot accept seeing those words in print.
Jason: Brother's Onus. The name of the relic which Adolfo Del Piero, your sire, told you was worth everything.
Jason: Orson drives.
Jason: The streetlights blur past in the night, and Orson drives.
Jason: Over.
Jason: you've led yourself
DavidBancho: Sorry, was checking something.
DavidBancho: "Are we nearly there?"
DavidBancho: I ask Orson!
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "We've past the city limits," he says. "Nearly there." A strong, compassionate voice. Five years without failure, but you still find yourself too uneasy to call him immune to the curse.
DavidBancho: What does the article say, Jason?
DavidBancho: Could you give me a summary?
Jason: You can look at it...
DavidBancho: I will read the newspaper article.
Jason: He's taller than you, larger, apparently older. People have mistaken him for your older brother. It's really not that far off from your true relationship.
DavidBancho: ovah and out
Jason: The article tells of a local banking tycoon, James Ford, inheritor of the multi-generational Ford Banking and Associates, starting a new non-prophet organization by the name of Brother's Onus to offer aid to many Middle Eastern and Indian countries.
Jason: The odd name has led some to accuse Ford of bearing a guilty conscience for perhaps unethical corporate practices, but he dismisses these claims outright, and insists that the name was chosen by the organization's newly founded board of directors.
Jason: Much of the organizational structure and bureaucracy is being handled by a silent partner.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: Hmmm
DavidBancho: Did either Orson or my character do any research on any of this before we decided to MAKE THIS JOURNEY?
DavidBancho: Or did we just see the newspaper article and immediately head to Santonna?
DavidBancho: You know what
DavidBancho: "Orson, what do you know about James Ford?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: Orson went ahead to the city last week and arranged the move. He found a good apartment and alerted the city's Prince to your forthcoming. All at your suggestion.
Jason: "Well, Ford Banking got one of those government hand-outs in the rescue plan, apparently," he says, his eyes staying on the road. "Some of that money is probably being put into Onus. He's married, took the business from his late father-in-law, has one kid. They're breaking ground on Onus' HQ this week."
Jason: Over.
Jason: Sorry.
Jason: "He'll be at the groundbreaking for Onus' HQ this week."
Jason: Really over.
DavidBancho: "Refresh my memory. You spoke to the prince. How was he? Also, anything unique about the kindred in this city?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Prince seems like an OK guy. Likes to keep things very cultured. Runs his Elysium from out of his home."
Jason: "You'll see it yourself when you go present yourself to him tonight."
Jason: "As for the Kindred, I don't know that much. There's an average mix, I'd say. There's some Sabbat presence but nothing too unruly."
Jason: His vernacular has changed, but Orson still keeps the same reporting temperament as he must have had in the military.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Excellent."
DavidBancho: "We're going to find something in this city. I can feel it."
DavidBancho: "This has to be more than a coincidence."
DavidBancho: "And again, Orson, I want to thank you. None of this would be possible without your help."
DavidBancho: "We're going to find out what happened."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Think nothing of it," he says. "My life couldn't be more interesting."
Jason: Finally, the U-Haul van pulls up beside a very tall brick apartment building. You can immediately tell that this isn't the best neighborhood in Santonna, but it was quick and easy to get a lease. Orson drives around the basement door, large and industrial, big enough to fit your piano, thankfully.
Jason: Orson parks and steps out, locking the car behind him, stretching his legs and back. He finds the right key and opens the door, then holds it open for you.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll walk into my apartment.
DavidBancho: AND CHECK IT OUT.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You and Orson step into the elevator and travel to the eighth floor. Down a dirty hallway is your apartment.
DavidBancho: NOOOOOOOOOOOO
DavidBancho: sigh
Jason: WHAT!
DavidBancho: Hahaha, I thought Orson opened the door to my apartment! Not the apartment complex!
DavidBancho: What a fool I am.
DavidBancho: The greatest kind of fool ...
Jason: Oh, I didn't even think about it.
Jason: It's bare inside. Smells of dust. The walls show imperfections in the paint. Two bedrooms, the master yours. A decent living room, a kitchen, bathroom. It will serve.
Jason: "I can start unpacking now," Orson says.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Ahh, yes."
DavidBancho: "Let's do that."
DavidBancho: I'll HELP HIM.
DavidBancho: over
DavidBancho: *roleplays moving*
Jason: Roll Dexterity + Moving.
Jason: You step outside once again, catch the breeze in the night air. It's rejuvenating, being in a new city, a new home. A new start. A small, black car pulls up, its headlights hit your eyes.
FagBigot: DavidBancho rolled dexterity+moving: 1 1 1
Jason: All your shit falls on top of you, crushing you to death.
DavidBancho: I trigger an explosion my van.
DavidBancho: The entire city is enveloped in firey death.
DavidBancho: A mushroom cloud slowly forms over Santonna
DavidBancho: Game Over ...
Jason: "I can take care of this. There's your cab," he says, pointing to the black car. "It's a Kindred-owned car company, all the drivers are ghouls," he sees fit to mention.
Jason: "It'll take you to the Prince's home."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Alright."
DavidBancho: I'll walk over to the cab and hop in.
DavidBancho: over
DavidBancho: Man, David feels so terrible about leaving all of the moving to Orson.
Jason: Humanity check.
DavidBancho: Such a dick move ...
Jason: Roll Conscience, difficulty ten.
Jason: For leaving Orson with all that heavy moving.
DavidBancho: I ...
Jason: The driver nods to you wordlessly. The cab is comfortable, the seats are soft. It reminds you vaguely of a limousine in its luxury, leaving it as no surprise that this is the work of a Kindred whose unlife can be spent on nothing more important than perfecting every detail of his chosen craft.
Jason: You take in the scenery of Santonna during the drive. Dark buildings, flashing lights. Water surrounds it on two sides, and you pass over a bridge at one point to reach the richer part of town and see the entire city reflected and rippling.
Jason: The car stops next to a dark, three story mansion, looking well-placed among an entire street of extraordinarily expensive homes. Several cars sit in its parking lot and all the lights are on, shining through artistically designed glass windows.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll thank the driver for the ride.
DavidBancho: And get out of the car.
DavidBancho: I'll walk up to the door of the house.
DavidBancho: If there's a doorbell, I'll use that! If not, I'll simply knock.
DavidBancho: OVER
Jason: Way to not pay the driver!
DavidBancho: Oh my God
DavidBancho: I TIP HIM JASON
DavidBancho: I DID
DavidBancho: WHEN I THANKED HIM
DavidBancho: FUCK
Jason: Haha, I'm just kidding.
DavidBancho: I GAVE HIM SO MUCH MONEY
DavidBancho: NO
DavidBancho: EAT SHIT
FagBigot is now known as Driver
Driver: Up yours, you pale son of a bitch!
DavidBancho: I guess this is another humanity roll ...
Driver: *peels out without waiting for an apology*
Jason: The door has an old-fashioned knocker. It's an animal. A Beast, really. You lift its metal ring and bang it against the door a few times, before an older man answers. His hair is white, and he is well-dressed. "May I help you?" he asks kindly.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Hello. I'd like to speak to the master of the house if that's possible."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Are you a friend?" he asks, meaningfully.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Yes, I am."
DavidBancho: Over
Jason: "Your name?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: ehehehehe
DavidBancho: "Oh GOSH. Where are my manners. I'm David Bancho."
DavidBancho: Where are my MANNERS?
DavidBancho: OVER
Jason: His eyebrows rise. "Ah, Mr. Bancho, we were expecting you. Please, come in."
Jason: The butler, presumably, allows you to enter, and you can immediately smell the vitae in the air. Beautiful music is playing through the house; and hanging are several paintings that would be unrecognizable to any mortal.
Jason: He leads you through a hallway and into a very large den, where a fireplace burns and about a dozen very handsome and very pretty people sit in comfortable white chairs, talking and laughing, sipping blood from wine and brandy glasses.
Jason: An extremely state of the art sound system is playing classical music, and in a popular corner of the room, a pale, blond harpist plays along with it, as several men admire her.
Jason: "Prince Vernon," the butler says and you know he cannot be speaking to anyone but the strong, black-haired man sitting in a large chair by the fireplace, smiling with his guests.
Jason: As if you needed the confirmation, he asks: "Yes?"
Jason: "David Bancho."
Jason: "Ah," says the Prince as he places his brandy glass down on the mantle of the fireplace and approaches you, offering his hand.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I extend my hand and shake his.
DavidBancho: MY GRIP IS FIRM AND POWERFUL. IT IS FIERCE. FIERCER THAN ANYTHING.
DavidBancho: "I just arrived tonight. Thank you for being so understanding with my ghoul."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You can tell that he is impressed by your grip. "Friends," he says, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "Meet the newest member of our city, David Bancho."
Jason: All eyes look upon you, all seemingly quite friendly. A buxom woman who looks to be in her late thirties says with a laugh: "Why, look at him! He must have been embraced in the prime of his youth. How old are you dear?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: oh sorry
DavidBancho: I laugh.
DavidBancho: "I'm only 19."
DavidBancho: OVER
Jason: The prince interjects. "That's not what your ghoul told me. Orson - was it?"
Jason: Over.
Jason: Wait.
Jason: The woman.
DavidBancho: "Well, I've been 19 for a very long time."
Jason: She says, "Yes, dear, come now, we are all friends here," and smiles wide enough to bear her teeth. "I mean your real age."
Jason: Now over.
DavidBancho: fucking slut
Jason: you wish!!!
DavidBancho: "I'm 129 years old."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: She looks impressed, though slightly unnerved by your bluntness. "Oh my, this boy HAS been around," she says, and two men, both with hands on her knees, laugh and nod at you.
Jason: Prince takes his seat again, just as his butler pulls an empty chair next to his. The Prince motions for you to come sit.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll go and sit and wait for him to say something.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Drink?" he asks simply.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Oh, yes. If it isn't too much trouble, of course."
DavidBancho: I smile.
DavidBancho: AND FLASH MY PEARLY WHITES
DavidBancho: ovah
Jason: "Not at all!" he says. "Do you have a particular taste I might cater to?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "I'd prefer it to be fresh, but other than that, I'm not particularly picky."
DavidBancho: ovah
Jason: "Fein," he calls to his butler. "Something fresh." The butler leaves.
Jason: The Prince leans into you. "Now," he says, "did you tip the driver who brought you here?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: oh my god
DavidBancho: I grip the arm rests of my seat.
Jason: Hahaha.
DavidBancho: If vampires could sweat ...
DavidBancho: Well, it wouldn't be a pretty sight.
Driver: I bang on the window.
Driver: I point to a card that has "FUCK YOU" written on it.
DavidBancho: I hang my head and say, "No, I was distracted and I ... well, it just didn't occur to me to ..."
DavidBancho: I trail off
DavidBancho: Clearly upset and defeated.
DavidBancho: over
DavidBancho: David suffers true death
DavidBancho: Game Over ...
Jason: "My boy," the Prince says, "I only ask to make sure that you didn't."
Jason: "It's a trick those ghouls like to pull on newcomers to Santonna, visitors."
Jason: "I have a deal with the owner of their company. All cars to and from my home are paid for by me, along with, forgive me, a very generous gratuity."
Jason: "I only wished to ensure you weren't conned."
Jason: Over.\
DavidBancho: "Apparently, I wasn't. The driver was very cordial."
DavidBancho: I relax a little.
DavidBancho: THE GUILT IS STILL THERE, but it fades a little.
DavidBancho: kukuku
DavidBancho: over
Jason: Then the Prince asks you if you left Orson to unpack on his own.
Driver: I spit on the window, slam my palm against it (somewhere other than where I spit) and walk away.
Jason: And all the harpies gasp with horror when they learn that you have.
Jason: And Fein decapitates you.
Driver is now known as Orson
Orson: My ... my body ...
Orson is now known as Passerby
Passerby: Good lord, man, rest a moment! You're in awful condition!
Psaturn [chatzilla@hide-BF797D4D.hsd1.ma.comcast.net] entered the room.
Passerby: The one who left you here should pray you don't tell me his name ...
***Passerby sharpens knife
Jason: "Good, then. I'll make sure he's rewarded graciously." The other vampires smile mischievously at the incorrigible ghouls. "Now then," he says, "my name is Vernon Tandey, and this is my city, Santonna. The city of God's thunder."
Jason: "Your ghoul, Orson, tells me you have come here to further your research. He says it is a grave matter."
Jason: "Would you be so kind to share your story with us?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Oh, of course."
DavidBancho: "I have devoted a great deal of my life to researching a powerful artifact called Brother's Anus."
Jason: GAME OVER.
DavidBancho: It was a typo!
DavidBancho: An accident!
Jason: I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU.
Passerby: lol
DavidBancho: "Excuse me. I meant Brother's Onus."
DavidBancho: "I misspoke!"
Jason: WAVE BYE BYE TO YOUR EXPERIENCE POINTS
DavidBancho: This is all a part of David's curse ...
DavidBancho: I pause for a second.
DavidBancho: And shake my head.
DavidBancho: To regain my composure.
Passerby: In Dvorak, the keys are adjacent
Jason: Yes, I'm sure Mike is using Dvorak.
DavidBancho: "An article about James Ford and his new NPO Brother's Onus caught my eye."
DavidBancho: "This could BE a coincidence, but my gut is telling me that there's more to it than that."
DavidBancho: "And ... this is my life's work. It is absolutely essentially that I learn everything I can about Brother's Onus."
DavidBancho: I'm staring down at the ground. It's clear that my mind is elsewhere.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: The Prince scratches his chin. You have the ears and eyes of everyone in the room, save the harpist. "Interesting," the Prince says, "but why? What is this artifact, the Brother's Onus?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "It is an artifact of extraordinary power."
DavidBancho: I start wringing my hands together.
DavidBancho: "Legend has it that it eliminates all of the weaknesses of vampirisim."
DavidBancho: "Whoever has it could walk around in sunlight without worry."
Jason: Oh shit.
DavidBancho: Hahahaha
Jason: No it doesn't.
DavidBancho: WTF?
Jason: I guess I changed that without telling you.
DavidBancho: Well, tell me!
Jason: You don't remember what it was meant to do.
DavidBancho: Okay
Jason: I thought we left it at that.
DavidBancho: Hmm
Jason: I'm sorry.
DavidBancho: Okay, how about we RETCON THINGS
DavidBancho: Back to AN ARTIFACT OF EXTRAORDINARY POWER
DavidBancho: ANYWAY
DavidBancho: artifact of extraordinary power
DavidBancho: my gay vampire wrings his hands together
DavidBancho: "Unfortunately, I don't have the foggiest notion what it does."
DavidBancho: I smile awkwardly.
DavidBancho: I'll pause and let him talk.
DavidBancho: over.
Jason: He hmms.
Jason: "Has anyone heard of this artifact?" he asks to the room, and receives nothing.
Jason: "How did you first learn of it?" he asks.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "From my sire."
DavidBancho: "We spent most of World War 2 searching it for it."
DavidBancho: "And we came came DREADFULLY close to acquiring it, but, unfortunately, disaster struck."
DavidBancho: "Disaster is probably an understatement."
DavidBancho: Hmmm
DavidBancho: "The last thing I remember is sneaking into a German U-boat that presumably held the artifact. Then darkness."
DavidBancho: "When I woke up, the sub had beached on the coast of Mauritania."
DavidBancho: "Everybody and everything had disappeared."
DavidBancho: "You must see why this is so important to me."
DavidBancho: over
DavidBancho: Sorry, I got distracted half-way through that!
DavidBancho: And had to take care of something!
Jason: You look up to prince and his eyes, looking above you, alert you to the fact that Fein the butler has been standing beside you with a glass of blood for you.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll take the glass of blood and quaff it down.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: Really, quaff?
DavidBancho: I'm sorry
DavidBancho: I drink deeply.
Jason: You're not even thirsty.
DavidBancho: =(
DavidBancho: I need something to distract me from my shit, faggot!
Jason: Fucking moron!
DavidBancho: Man
DavidBancho: MAN
Jason: The prince whispers: "Fascinating."
Jason: "Your sire, is he anyone of note?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "His name was Adolfo Del Piero."
DavidBancho: "An Italian Brujah."
DavidBancho: Over
Jason: The prince laughs, slightly, and looks away, then to his guests.
Jason: "Hm," he says.
Jason: "Del Piero... he's here, in Santonna."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Where?"
DavidBancho: I pause for a moment.
DavidBancho: "I apologize for my rudeness. Where is he? It is extremely important that I talk to him."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "I don't know where he is staying precisely. He arrived here... about a month ago, I believe. Said he was here for a business venture."
Jason: "You said it was the name of a corporation or some such that brought you here?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Yes."
DavidBancho: "I'm interested in James Ford's NPO."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Perhaps it is no coincidence, then."
Jason: He taps his finger to his lips in thought.
Jason: "Well, I would certainly love to be of assistance in such an interesting story."
Psaturn left the room (quit: Quit: ChatZilla 0.9.83 [Firefox 3.0.1/2008070206]).
Jason: "David," he says, "as you can see, I like to keep my home, and my city, cultured. Refined." He waves his hand to indicate his home, the fire, the harpist.
Jason: "I had asked Orson if you had any skills, and he had mentioned that you are a truly skilled pianist."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Orson exaggerates. I can play, but I describe it that way."
DavidBancho: But I WOULDN'T
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Santonna, you see, is home to a very historic opera house. I established it myself nearly a hundred years ago. And fate," he says, "has let it happen that tomorrow we are hosting a lovely concert. Leandra here," he waves to the harpist, "will be playing."
Jason: "Along with many other gifted musicians."
Jason: "Many influential Kindred will be there, and it would be an excellent way for you to let them learn your name if you would agree to join the performance."
Jason: "And knowing all this, I would not doubt at all see Del Piero there. The entire theater is sold out. Perhaps we could arrange a meeting.
Jason: "
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I wish I had made a character ballsy enough to stand up, do a crotch chop, and scream, "D-GENERATION X!"
DavidBancho: Then I'd fucking smash everything with a sledgehammer!
DavidBancho: hell yes!!
DavidBancho: BUT
DavidBancho: I pause for a second.
Jason: faggot steroid vampire
DavidBancho: "Yes, I would love to play tomorrow."
DavidBancho: "Nothing would make me more happy."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: The prince smiles with delight. Several of the guests clap once or twice in excitement. "Splendid."
Jason: "A car will take you there at sunset tomorrow."
Jason: "Oh, I'm quite pleased, David, you'll be a welcome addition to the concert. And we can pursue this investigation of yours."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Would it be alright if I asked a few questions about Santonna?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "By all means. I am proud of my city."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "What can you tell me about James Ford?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Ford..." he says. "Owns that investment bank, or inherited it. His father, wait... his father-in-law? Hm. Either way, the previous owner of the bank, he was a good man, established it well, and attended culture events regularly. James, less so. But he does keep friends of influence with kine, small time politicians. No one can fault his ambition."
Jason: "If I'm not mistaken, his daughter is Kindred. However, as you must know, Santonna does have an unfortunate infestation of Sabbat. She is one of them, although has never involved herself in their anarchy."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "Ahh."
DavidBancho: "This next question isn't really about Santonna, but it's been eating at me for a while, and I've wanted to talk to somebody about it."
DavidBancho: "Did you hear what happened to Nauset?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: Hahaha.
DavidBancho: kukuku
Jason: "Hmm." He looks to his room. One man, an undone tie around his neck says, "Oh yes. Nauset. There was an uprising there some months ago."
Jason: The prince remembers. "Ah. Yes, their new prince... man named... Richter. He had called out to nearby cities for new Camarilla, we may have sent him some."
Jason: "Lovely little city," he says, "although a touch poor. Probably what weakened them."
Jason: "Prince was stuck up as Hell too," offers a woman, and there are some laughs.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I nod.
Jason: "Why do you ask? Pass through there on your travels?"
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: Oh, hehehe
DavidBancho: "I'm privy to a lot of things because of the nature of my research."
DavidBancho: "I heard LUDICROUS THINGS about a methuselah."
DavidBancho: "ALso, about the slaughter of the city's Nosferatu."
DavidBancho: "I'm happy that Nauset is stable and firmly under the control of the CAMARILLA now, though."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "That doesn't sound ludicrous at all," the prince says. "It sounds reasonable and compelling!"
Jason: Then he decapitates you.
DavidBancho: fuck shit
Jason: "Anything else I can offer?" he asks.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "What time does the concert start?"
DavidBancho: over
DavidBancho: "I only ask because I'd familiarize myself with the piano that you're going to have me use."
DavidBancho: I'd LIKE
DavidBancho: ovah agen
Jason: "Nine o'clock. As I said, you'll be taken there at sunset, rehearse all you wish."
Jason: "If you'd like to rest, I won't keep you here any longer."
Jason: He stands.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I guess I'll stand, too.
DavidBancho: I'll STICK OUT MY HAND.
DavidBancho: FOR A GRACIOUS HANDSHAKE
DavidBancho: And say, "Thank you for your hospitality."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Welcome once more to my city, David. May it serve you well."
DavidBancho: The prince is touching a hand that has been up thousands of asses.
Jason: He walks you to the door, your car waits on the street.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll leave the house and say, "I'll see you tomorrow."
DavidBancho: And get into the car.
DavidBancho: ovah
Jason: He drives you back to your apartment, and you reflect on the splendor and luxury of the prince's Elysium. Upon arrival, you exit the car and realize you don't have a key to get in. You wonder if Orson has finished unpacking.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll look around for Orson.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You travel around the back of the building and find the U-Haul van.
Jason: Its back doors hang open. Its inside is bare. There are blood stains.
Jason: Orson is nowhere in sight.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I'll quickly scan my surroundings.
DavidBancho: And if I dont see anything, I'll rush to the front door of the apartment complex.
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You mean in through the basement door? It remains open with a doorstop, put there by Orson.
DavidBancho: Hahaha
DavidBancho: Sure, the basement door.
DavidBancho: *carthweels through basement door*
DavidBancho: over
Jason: There are intermittent blood spots in the elevator, and near your apartment. The door is slightly ajar. You hear heavy breathing.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I say, "Orson?!"
DavidBancho: "Is that you?"
DavidBancho: And sprint to the door.
DavidBancho: then i open that shit
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "David?" he calls out.
Jason: You find him in his room, sitting on a small, lonely mattress. He's clutching his stomach. It bleeds.
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: Jason, would it be out of character for David to use the word brosef?
Jason: I don't know, try it and see how many experience points you lose.
Passerby is now known as OtherPasserby
OtherPasserby: You need some help in there, brosef?
OtherPasserby: ""
OtherPasserby: Over
DavidBancho: I'll rush to Orson.
DavidBancho: "What happened?"
DavidBancho: "Who did this to you?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: He grimaces. "Just some little punks. They saw me moving some paintings and expensive shit, tried to take it."
Jason: "I got one of them," he says, "but the other had a gun."
Jason: "I'm sorry, a lot of it's gone."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: Jason, I'm curious about ghouls
DavidBancho: I can give him blood, right?
DavidBancho: That he can HOPEFULLY use to heal himself
Jason: He can use blood to heal himself, yes.
DavidBancho: "Do you need some blood to heal yourself?"
DavidBancho: "Don't worry about anything but yourself."
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "No, no," he rasps, then moves his hand from his gut. There's still blood, but the wound doesn't look that bad. "I can sleep this bullshit off."
Jason: He knocks his head to the side, indicating the rest of the apartment. "I got your piano set up, and your bed."
Jason: "It's almost dawn. I boarded up the windows, you should get some rest."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: "You said you "got one of them". You killed him? Wounded him?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Broke his neck. I called an ambulance, but figured I should stay up here, for the Masquerade."
Jason: Over.
DavidBancho: I SIGH
DavidBancho: or THIGH
DavidBancho: "Are you sure you'll be alright?"
DavidBancho: over
Jason: "Definitely," he says, then swerves around and lies down on his mattress. "Sleep this shit off."
Jason: He's dozing off, still breathing though.
DavidBancho: Jason, can I do some sort of roll to tell if he's lying or not?
DavidBancho: I don't believe him!
DavidBancho: He's a dirty faggot!
Jason: Lying about what?
DavidBancho: I also wanted to FIST BUMP HIM before he fell asleep
DavidBancho: About the extent of his wound!
Jason: You can wake him up and fist bump him.
DavidBancho: That would be rude.
Jason: But you can tell the wound is healing supernaturally.
DavidBancho: Okay
DavidBancho: I'll close and lock the apartment door
DavidBancho: And then FALL ASLEEP
OtherPasserby: "Are you sure you brosefs don't need anything?"
DavidBancho: Actually
DavidBancho: Wait
DavidBancho: I'll go outside and close the door of the UHAUL trailer
DavidBancho: Shouldn't leave that open!!!
DavidBancho: THen I'll go upstairs and sleep
DavidBancho: I hope my brosef Orson is okay ...
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You go outside, and the breeze blows through your sexy hair as you lock it up.
Jason: A cold night in Santonna.
Jason: You head back inside.
DavidBancho: I stand over Orson
DavidBancho: While he sleeps
DavidBancho: "Don't worry, Orson. We'll get you some pills and powders tomorrow if your wound doesn't heal up ..."
Jason: Over?
DavidBancho: Oh
DavidBancho: Gosh
DavidBancho: I'll GO TO SLEEP
DavidBancho: over
Jason: You pass by Orson's room. He's sleeping. You throw the keys on the windowsill of your room; sure enough, it's boarded up, like he said. Nothing coming through tomorrow morning. You collapse on your bed, thinking about tomorrow, thinking about Adolfo... it's been sixty years...
Jason: What could you say to him?
Jason: Then you think about the blood on Orson's stomach.
Jason: There's no immunity, you think. This curse is everywhere. And everything.
Jason: End of Chapter One.
Jason: Hmmm... experience...
Jason: One automatic.
Jason: Tell me what you learned.
Jason: Say Over when done.
DavidBancho: James Ford started an NPO that has the same name as the artifact that ruined my life.
DavidBancho: HIs daughter is a kindred and a member of the Sabbat!
DavidBancho: Fucking bitch!
DavidBancho: Adolfo is miraculously in Santonna.
DavidBancho: And, hopefully, I'll get to MEET HIM tomorrow night.
DavidBancho: Hmm, what else?
DavidBancho: The prince is kind of a queen.
Jason: He is not!
Jason: He has a very strong chin!
DavidBancho: Does it have a cleft?
Jason: No...
DavidBancho: Oh ...
DavidBancho: Also, my curse is INCREDIBLE
DavidBancho: And has already fucked me over
DavidBancho: ON my VERY FIRST NIGHT in Santonna.
DavidBancho: I ...
DavidBancho: I don't know if I'll be able to defeat it.
DavidBancho: I'll try my best, though.
DavidBancho: OVER
Jason: I don't think it was THAT bad.
Jason: All right, you get one point.
DavidBancho: Hahaha
Jason: Nothing for heroism.
Jason: Mike...
Jason: Were you being... sarcastic...?
DavidBancho: What do you mean, Jason?
Jason: About the curse.
Jason: Is that why you just laughed...?
DavidBancho: No, I was being completely serious about the curse.
DavidBancho: Orson was shot!
DavidBancho: My things were stolen!
Jason: I see.
Jason: All right.
Jason: And you really do lose your roleplaying point for saying Anus.
Jason: So, two points total.
DavidBancho: Oh, I was laughing because I thought you could get more than one point for the LEARNING PART
DavidBancho: And I thought I had failed it
DavidBancho: But I just checked
Jason: Oh, no.
DavidBancho: And ONE POINT is the maximum
Jason: But you BARELY got that one point.
DavidBancho: Oh jeez
Jason: For not even mentioning the concert.
Jason: Or implying that Adolfo is connected with the NPO.
DavidBancho: Oh my God
DavidBancho: I knew those things!
DavidBancho: Fuck!
Jason: Hey, you got the point.
DavidBancho: I was nervous
DavidBancho: You put me on the spot!
DavidBancho: I have absolutely ZERO PROBLEMS with you penalizing me for anus.
Jason: Hahaha.
DavidBancho: It's my theory that you chose BROTHER'S ONUS to test us.
DavidBancho: And I failed the test.
DavidBancho: BUT MAN
DavidBancho: QUAFF WAS PERFECTLY FINE.
DavidBancho: DAVID JUST GOT DONE TELLING A STORY THAT'S VERY DIFFICULT FOR HIM TO DEAL WITH
Jason: Quaff means to drink hurriedly, desperately.
DavidBancho: Yes!
DavidBancho: To drink deeply!
Jason: I see.
DavidBancho: It was a reaction to the stress of his TALE
Jason: Haha.
Jason: OK.
Jason: You may now criticize me and the session.
DavidBancho: You're a bitch and I hate you.
OtherPasserby left the room (so long brosefs).
Jason: poor jason
DavidBancho: Everthing was fine.
DavidBancho: I'm struggling to figure out how I want David to talk, though.
DavidBancho: My response to the AGE QUESTION was shitty!
DavidBancho: That was a terse KANG answer
Jason: Yeah, I can see how David is a difficult guy to voice.
DavidBancho: The shit about the tip was cruel
DavidBancho: and the moving
DavidBancho: and brother's onus
Jason: Hm?
DavidBancho: I wanted to mention Kang and Wetzel when we talked about Nauset
DavidBancho: But I felt I'd be stepping over a line if I did that.
DavidBancho: I like that you got me through the first session without a single die roll
Jason: What was cruel?
DavidBancho: I was being silly.
DavidBancho: I was laughing the entire time
DavidBancho: When David was being grilled about his treatment of ghouls
Jason: I don't understand, Mike.
Jason: OH.
Jason: ehehehehehe
Jason: I actually had that explanation all planned out if you'd tried to pay the driver.
Jason: So I wanted to use it.
DavidBancho: Poor David ...
DavidBancho: The part of me that prevents me from saying BABY OR BROSEF and all of that stuff
DavidBancho: Calvin didn't have that.
DavidBancho: ZERO WOULD HAVE SAID BROTHER'S ANUS
DavidBancho: Which isn't really a good thing.
DavidBancho: I feel terrible now.
Jason: To be completely fair, Mike.
Jason: You MAY have that THAT PART.
Jason: But it is A LITTLE DEFECTIVE.
Jason: Calvin is still definitely missing his.
DavidBancho: Shit ...
DavidBancho left the room (Kicked by Jason (Jason)).