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Subject:Pooka ahoy!
Time:06:52 am
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Goooooood morning mister stevens!
You wake up after a wonderful and refreshing sleep to the sound of your alarm beeping that it's 7am. Oh well, you feel pretty refreshed anyhow, until you remember why you had to get up this early. Ugh. You still have extra appendages. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror for the first time. Oh god. It's like you woke up halfway through a dream . . . and the other half is stuck to you. You sloth your way into the shower, heeey, at least the bathroom is clean! No sign of your horrible visitors anywhere! You shower in your nice clean bathroom, and find that unfortunately none of your new extremities come off in the shower. After a devil of a hard time getting dressed, you wander out into the rest of the house with a sense of trepidation. But it's clean. Spotless . . . cleaner then it was even before all of the events of last night. The pungant tang of cleaning stuff competes for seniority with the smell of fresh coffee, and the cloud of smoke that Shade is standing in. He's staring fixedly at the floor where the blood was last night.
"Is this floor real wood?" He asks, not looking up.
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mpaladyn
Subject:By Oak, Ash and Laminate...
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Time:2003-12-11 07:24 am (UTC)
"Dunno. I only paid to have it put in. I think it's one of those wood laminates. THe kind they make the locking tiles out of. At least it looks nice. And cleans easily too... Oh... I forgot to clean up after myself... Sorry." Throws the most banal breakfast ever, a Pop Tart, in the toaster and looks at the jacket hanging in the closet. "I'm gonna have to cut this up to wear it too aren't I?"
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: By Oak, Ash and Laminate...
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Time:2003-12-11 07:30 am (UTC)
He blows out a lungful of smoke, wandering over to the sink to ash his cigarette. He looks a little less scary by the light of day, and it also looks like he availed himself to the shower while you were asleep. Even the red eyes seem a little less lambent. He doesn't look particularly good, though. Someone or something sure kicked his ass in the recent past. Several times by the look of it.
"If that wood's real, you might have to sand it to get the stains out." He sighs. "Sorry 'bout that." He takes a sip out of a mug sitting on the counter. "Coffee?"
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mpaladyn
Subject:Mmm... hot, brown and nasty!
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Time:2003-12-11 07:34 am (UTC)
"No thanks." Nick reaches into the fridge to pull a bottle of water. "I gotta run if I'm gonna make Johnny Law. Will... will you guys still be here when I get back?" Nick looks at Shade hopefully.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: Mmm... hot, brown and nasty!
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Time:2003-12-11 07:37 am (UTC)
"Hey, you really helped us out last night. Looks like you could use some help yourself," he shrugs painfully, "The least we can do is help you out."
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mpaladyn
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Time:2003-12-11 07:42 am (UTC)
"Hey. If you hadn't been here last night... I probably would have lost my mind." Pulls jacket from closet and tries to put it on over wings. "I'm really glad you showed up on my... balcony when you did." Opens the door. "Um, there's meat in the fridge. Chicken, turkey, ham. In case you two get hungry. I'll try to be back soon." Nick starts out the door, then pauses. "You're sure they can't see all..." waves his hand around his person, "this?"
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shadenokturne
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Time:2003-12-11 07:44 am (UTC)
He shakes his head, then stops, squinting shrewdly at you through glowing red eyes. It's an uncomfortable sensation. "Your tail. There's something different about it . . . " He frowns. "I'm not 100% on this . . . but I'm thinking you're gonna want to do something to hide it better. It just might be real."
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mpaladyn
Subject:Going all LARP mod
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Time:2003-12-11 07:50 am (UTC)
"Great. You'll have to explain when I get back." Nick replaces the jacket and grabs a light trench coat instead. "Probably the best I can do right now." Nick grabs his keys and heads down to the garage for his motorcycle. C,TPD, look out!
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: Going all LARP mod
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Time:2003-12-11 07:56 am (UTC)
look out indeed. So you bike it over to the CTPD building, and meet a certain mister . .. uh... Pork. Detective Pork. He's a big jowly guy stuffed into a tiny fedora. He offers you some rank-smelling coffee, and a chair in his smokey office.
"Just a few questions, we really appriciate you coming down here. Your office faxed us all the information on Miz," he rifles through some papers, "Miz Hunter, Miz Alexi Hunter, whom we suspect is the, er... victim here." For victim, read vampire. "Tell me, did you know Miz Hunter at all? What can you tell me about her?"
Actually, you knew her pretty well. Didn't know she was a vampire. She booked you for her clubs sometimes, real charming lady. You had a bit of a crush on her... just a bit. She was beautiful, and her voice was . . . magic. Probably literally, you realize. Heh.
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mpaladyn
Subject:Re: Going all LARP mod
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Time:2003-12-11 08:02 am (UTC)
"Well... she's been a tenant of mine for... well, three years. Since I inherited the place. She's always been real quiet, paid her rent on time, electronic transfer if I'm not mistaken. I don't keep up on the books too much, though. I have people who do that. She owned a couple of clubs and booked my band when she found some space. Was she really a vampire? Hate to think I've been paid in blood-money..." Nick trails off looking thoughtful. In truth he's fighting the urge to spit out a whopper.
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: Going all LARP mod
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Time:2003-12-11 08:06 am (UTC)
"I can see how this might be difficult, sir." Detective Pork says with stunning insincerity. "And we appriciate your help. Now, last night at the time of the, er, incident, did you see anything unusual? Hear anything unusual? Your apartment is directly above hers. We've already recieved statements from her neighbors to either side." He leans close. "We're treating this as a homicide case." he confides, with drooling skepticism. Something about this guy makes you feel sick to your stomach, and it's not his grooming habits, which are admittedly lackluster. No, it's something to do with your strange new additions... it feels like this man is exuding a mist that dampens your inner fire... or something like that.
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mpaladyn
Subject:Lay off the doughnuts, dude...
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Time:2003-12-11 08:19 am (UTC)
"I heard what I think was a gunshot over the news. I was kinda sick last night after playing the bar, like I told Cop 1 and Cop 2. I turned down the TV and heard... shouting? Could have been her tv, I suppose, but like I said, she was always so quiet..." Nick is quiet for a moment. "So what's the protocol for cases like this? Are you sure she was a vampire? Is there some sort of... I don't know, next of kin I should try to contact to remove her stuff? Will it be treated like any other murder? Or... at least as far you can treat a vampire's death. I mean technically, you could go after the guy who got her first, right? There's no statute of limitations on murder, right? I saw that on Law and Order once. The real one, not SVU or Criminal Intent. McCoy had that hot brunette partner who died driving the recovering alcoholic detective home from a bar. Then he got the hotter brunette. McCoy must lead a pretty sweet life. They've never said he was married, so I bet he has something going with all his partners. Good thing they're fine, huh?" Nick shakes his head and remembers why he's there. "Sorry... got off track. Where were we? Oh yeah, Hunter, 805. urp. Ooo. Sorry, must still be feeling the 151. Thought I'd slept it off"
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shadenokturne
Subject:Re: Lay off the doughnuts, dude...
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Time:2003-12-11 08:23 am (UTC)
Detective Pork narrows his eyes at your tirade. "I see. And are you aware that someone got into that apartment early this morning and destroyed the evidence there? Upon examination we found that the door to her apartment had not been forced, either time. Which means the perp must have had a key, or been otherwise associated with Miz Hunter. I'll need a list of people who had copies of the key to her apartment, of course."
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mpaladyn
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Time:2003-12-11 08:33 am (UTC)
"Well," Nick tries to regain his composure, "the only thing my office can really provide is how many copies we gave her. After that, what she does with the keys is her business. She could have kept all the copies or made a hundred. We keep a copy in case we have to do maintenance, but we always schedule appointments and call ahead of time to make sure there will be some one to let the tech in. If not, one of the girls in the office goes with the tech to let him in and I think stays until he's done if it's not a major undertaking. I could probably get you the dates we've run scheduled maintenance on her place in the last year, but that's really the best I can do for you as far as key use goes."
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shadenokturne
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Time:2003-12-11 08:37 am (UTC)
Pork nods, rifling through his papers again. "We've already tried to contact Miz Hunter's personal assistant a mister.... Norston. Doctor Norston, but he has been unavailiable for comment, whatever that means. You know anything about that?"
You've met Norston before, briefly. He's the manager for most of the bars, hence the dude you want to see about a gig. Nice guy, middleaged portly fellow, with halfmoon glasses.
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mpaladyn
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Time:2003-12-11 08:42 am (UTC)
"Off and on. He's usually the guy that calls to say we have a gig at one of her clubs." Nick stands and gestures, hands exaggerating the actual sizes on their own. "He's about... yay tall... yay round and... well the glasses he wears he looks like an overpaid librarian living the good life. But a nice fella. Give ya the shirt off his back for a favor. Didn't know the guy had a Doctorate. Must be nice. I'm still trying to decide what my focus should be."
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shadenokturne
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Time:2003-12-11 08:47 am (UTC)
"And would you be kind enough to give me any contact information you have on this Doctor Norston?" (yeah yeah, you do.) He writes it down, nodding to himself. "Well, that about wraps it up." Pork sighs. "Unless you have any other information you'd like to share?"
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mpaladyn
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Time:2003-12-11 08:51 am (UTC)
"At the risk of making a fool of myself, yet again, I think I will withhold my jokes." Nick smiles. "Sorry, but clowning is how I handle stress, and this whole ordeal has done nothing but make me a bundle of nerves." Nick stands. "Will you keep me posted? I don't like the idea of people being able to waltz into my buildings and kill my tenants." Nick pauses a moment to reflect on how that statement was not only genuinely true, but how he almost put emphasis on "my".
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shadenokturne
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Time:2003-12-11 08:54 am (UTC)
Pork nods. "Of course we will." His tone indicates nothing of the sort, and his bored cordiality is making your intestines knot. You feel a sick, dizzy urge to bolt from the office, maybe after pantsing detective Pork, and shove it down only with difficulty. "You keep us posted if you hear anything. Might want to beef up your security as well, these are dangerous times. Creatures out there, you know. You might want to look into arming yourself appropriately."
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mpaladyn
Subject:Over river, the and through woods, the
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Time:2003-12-11 09:58 am (UTC)
Nick leaves his gracious host, Mr. Pork and moves for the parking lot. Shifts his trench while getting on his little crotch rocket. These wings are damned uncomfortable when restrained. Looks around to see if anyone is staring. He's painfully aware of the new possibility that Wyn may have been wrong; that his new... ah... extremities are plainly visible to the world at large. It makes him just a hair paranoid. He sits on his bike a moment, lost in thought.

I'm not ready to go back yet. I wonder if mom... no. I can't get her involved. But, what if she knew? She would have told me, wouldn't she? How can I let her see me like this? What am I worried about? She changed my diapers for God sakes. She'll understand anything. Mom's are good for that. What about dad? No, he shouldn't be a problem. He's off on business. Mom's it is, I guess. Nick looks around again to make certain nobody's paying close attention to him and, barring that, off he goes.
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