VIII - Ordeal.   Posted by The Keeper.Group: 0
Colton Greer
 NPC, 79 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 15:35
VIII - Ordeal
Greer takes a drink of his own beer and shakes his head. "I could tell that something was in the water toward the end. Something big. A predator. But I didn't have the same... strong sense of it that you got."

He glances at his drink, then at the stage. "It doesn't make sense. If someone drugged the drinks, it wouldn't cause us to experience almost the exact same thing...at the same time."

He studies the imposing figure of Dark Ordeal's vocalist. "Maybe it was some kind of hypnotic effect. Brought on by..." His voice trails off and he frowns. Shaking his head again, Adler senses that he is mentally shelving his questions about what occurred, at least for now.

He returns his attention to her, his expression one of concern, "Are you okay? You want to stay put or do you need to get some fresh air? I can make my meet up later in the alley either way."
Jane Adler
 player, 317 posts
Mon 27 Jun 2016
at 23:17
VIII - Ordeal
"I'll be fine," she assured him.  Though privately, she wasn't sure if that was the case.  "I don't think it was the drinks.  Look -- we weren't the only ones to feel it."  She gestured to the crowd where some of the group had gone completely still.  All wore expressions of shock, surprise, or fear.  "Some, but not all.  Hypnosis?  Maybe.  I don't really believe in that sort of thing, but then I've never tried it, so I'm not sure if I'm susceptible.  I'd guess they were pumping something into the air, but then again, not everyone reacted like we did.  Maybe it doesn't affect everyone.  Like a genetic thing, or something in the immune system."  She shook her head to clear it, went to take a drink of her beer, thought better of it, and sat the bottle back on the table.  After being drowned, she wasn't really feeling all that thirsty.

Her attention focused again on the lead singer in his shadowed hood, face still hidden.  What is that thing?
The Orator
 NPC, 2 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 02:36
VIII - Ordeal
The music continues, its rythm and aggression unrelenting. Unlike Screams of Winter, Dark Ordeal offers its audience no respite from its aural assault, no downtempo songs that provide a moment to absorb or contemplate what has been heard. Many of the listeners seem to thrive on the intensity of the performance, their inner rage finding expression in the howl of the guitars and the shrieks of The Orator.

Unlike the instrumentalists, who are blurs of motion, The Orator remains still and often unmoving, a tall, imposing presence in the center of the stage. The strength of the guitars and drums makes many of the vocalist's words indistinct, but what Adler hears evoke strong images: deep lakes that hide ancient life, black, water choked tunnels that keep prisoner the secrets of eternity, draughts of poison that bring death, then life.

As the show continues, more attendees awaken from the trance they appear to be under. Some, like Adler and Greer, gasp for breath as they come to their senses. Finally, the band slows its candence, the tone of the guitars shifting to a steady, buzzing drone. The Orator speaks, slowly and deliberately.

"What you have heard, remember. You have glimpsed the endless sleep, tasted the true infinite. Do not resist. Yield, that you may be everlasting, claimed by the deep."

"Remember and be transformed."


And the lights go black, plunging The Cellar into total darkness. Even the bar and the staircase are black.

Then the lights return. The curtain is drawn, the bar silent. After a heartbeat's pause, raucous cheering erupts through the club. Patrons yell, clap, and stomp. Cries of "ORDEAL!" echo through the bar.

But the curtain remains closed, the speakers quiet. The band does not return.
Jane Adler
 player, 318 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 03:00
VIII - Ordeal
Jane was glad to be some distance away from the stage.  It helped to have some separation from the band, the music.  The onslaught was forceful enough even when they weren't in the middle of the crowd.  When the lights came up, she didn't move, just sat there, trying to process what had just happened.

"Yield that you may be everlasting, claimed by the deep," she murmured.  The water, the lake, the creepy hooded people in the forest.  It was all intertwined.  The beast, the monster, the sacrifices.  They were recruiting.  These fools thought they were following a metal band, but they were really being brainwashed, suckered in.

Taking a breath, she leaned toward Greer.  "We should go.  This place is going to go crazy.  Where are you supposed to meet your guy again?" 
Colton Greer
 NPC, 80 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 04:05
VIII - Ordeal
It takes Greer a beat to respond to Adler. She can sense that his attention is divided between trying to comprehend the performance he just witnessed and monitoring the stirred up crowd.

He nods. "Let's go. I was told about twenty minutes after the show in the alley behind the club. My guy would be hanging around the gray cargo van. But I could use a few minutes to gather my thoughts. Clear my head a bit."

The rain has become steady when the pair exit The Cellar. Leading Adler across the street, Greer halts under the awning of a closed Italian deli, a spot which provides a view of the activity at the entrance to the club's alley.

"I think you've gathered more pieces on this thing than I have," he tells her, keeping his voice low. "What did we just experience in there? Weird visions aside, it seemed more like a religious service, or some kind of cult thing, than a concert. Like they were trying to draw in anyone who's desperate for meaning in their lives. Any kind of meaning.
Jane Adler
 player, 319 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 04:28
VIII - Ordeal
She hunched beneath the awning, pulling her coat around her.  Her eyes lifted briefly to the lights on the street and then beyond to a certain building, a certain floor, a dark window where she knew Lynch would be watching.  "It seemed like an awakening.  Like someone prodding you when you were asleep.  Or splashing water on your face.  I think the cult angle is very real, especially now.  That... was unnatural.  Hypnosis, or whatever it was, it wasn't natural."

"MacGregor's things had several of the same themes.  Paintings with dark figures near dark water, dark tunnels.  The mural in the basement was similar.  And Scott's writings.  It all ties together.  What I felt..."
  She paused, glancing back to the club.  "It was the same.  The water, the lurking terror.  Figures waiting for it.  Waiting to sacrifice themselves or someone else.  I think that's what this is all about.  I think they're looking for people to join them.  I think the disappearances are for the same reason.  They need recruits.  Recruits for the cause."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 81 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 13:52
VIII - Ordeal
Greer listens attentively to all that Adler says. When she looks back at Greer, she sees a thoughtful, serious expression on his face. For a moment, his focus moves to the alley behind The Cellar, but then he shifts his attention back to her.

"This is the part where it should get easy. A guy hands me something he shouldn't, I make a call or key a radio, and you get a bunch of people in handcuffs insisting that the shit didn't belong to them and demanding to speak to an attorney. And somewhere in there my Captain tells me what a great drug hound I am." For reasons Adler doesn't fully grasp, he laughs bitterly.

After a pause, he says, "Jane, I can't bust any of these people. Forensics doesn't even have a clear ID on what Black Rain is, which means at this moment, it doesn't meet the statutory definition of an illegal narcotic. I can hear it now. Some defense attorney railing at the overzealous cop who trampled his clients' civil rights and arrested them for something that was not, in fact, a crime."

"Nevermind some of the stuff we've seen that defies logic. Visions. Monsters in basements."
He holds up his bandaged wrist. "Getting sliced open by something...invisible."

He gazes at her in the growing shadows. "This organization...cult...whatever it is. They're victimizing vulnerable people.  Someone needs to put a stop to it. For some reason, you and I got elected. I'll see this through with you. Follow it wherever it leads. I promise you that. But...I don't think I'm really doing it as a cop. At least, not until I can show someone some hard evidence of abduction."

He looks back across the street, then at his watch. "Almost showtime." He grins at her. "You're sure that Lynch isn't going to start blasting holes in people while I'm back there? You worked hard on this outfit." He taps his leather choker. "I'd hate to get it messed up."
Jane Adler
 player, 320 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 15:38
VIII - Ordeal
Jane chuckled.  "You don't think a little blood would make the outfit more authentic?  In all seriousness, he agreed to hold off unless something serious went down.  If anyone is in danger, I don't think he could stop himself.  So long as things are quiet, he won't make a move.  he doesn't want to tip his hand.  He tagged their vehicles with GPS locators so we can track them to where they're staying.  If all goes as planned, he's going to relocate to sit on their house and watch them for a while.  He's not impatient, that's for sure.  He's been watching these guys for weeks."  She stepped closer to the street, glancing down the road in the other direction.  "I think I have him convinced that we can help him; that he doesn't have to do this alone.  The possibility that his brother might still be alive is definitely a deterrent to going all Rambo on their asses."

She looked back to Greer.  "God, the firepower he's got up there.  You were right to worry.  He's got a little arsenal that could do a lot of damage.  If it comes down to it, and we find out that his brother really is dead, I don't think either one of us will be able to stop the torrent of pain that he's going to unleash on the ones responsible.  Doing his own research, he said he verified that at least fourteen people have been snatched the same way Aiden and Scott were.  We know there have been many more, but fourteen recent kidnappings, verified by their families -- that's enough to prove the conspiracy is real."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 82 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 21:11
VIII - Ordeal
Greer blinks. "Fourteen recent disappearances? We might see if we can get those names from him at some point. If we can verify the information, it would certainly help build a case for the Department." His expression darkens. "What do you want to bet CPD has reports on most, or all, of them? Our missing persons division is a joke sometimes."

Silent in thought for a moment, he looks back at Adler. "You know, it was good that you were the one to approach him. I might've been tempted to pull the hard case cop thing, which probably wouldn't have ended well. You knew how to reason with him, to talk him down."

He checks his watch again. "Okay. Here we go. Wish me luck." He smiles at her and starts across the street.

The crowd in front of The Cellar has grown larger. Many are engaged in the kind of antics one would expect after the kind of show they've attended: shouting, laughing, and the occasional thrown beer bottle. However, Adler sees that some leave the club with expressions of confusion, appearing genuinely disoriented as they wander aimlessly through the nearby parking lot. A few have stopped walking, watching others pass them by with curious frowns. One young woman sits down next to the entrance, seemingly watching the rain with an empty stare. After a few minutes, the doorman helps her to her feet and begins talking with her.

Glancing upward, Adler has a clear view of the abandoned office building. For an instant, she catches sight of the gleam of glass from the middle window of the top floor.
Jane Adler
 player, 321 posts
Tue 28 Jun 2016
at 23:23
VIII - Ordeal
Jane followed Greer across the street and positioned herself where she could see the alley way without being too obtrusive.  She leaned against the railing nearby and pulled out her phone, toying with it without really paying attention.  Now and again, she glanced up to the front of the building, watching the patron interactions.  It wasn't difficult to spot the ones that had seen the same vision that she and Colton had experienced.  Bewildered, lost, shocked.  She'd felt all of that, though had been a bit better prepared.  Still, it hadn't been an experience she wished to have again.  If they wanted to draw people in, why feed them the bit about drowning?  That's not appealing at all.  They should try visions of puppies, instead.

She threw a glance back to Greer, trying to keep an eye on him while she waited.  She knew that he was packing, but it never hurt to have backup.  Untying her belt, she loosened her coat a bit and stuck her hand inside her bag, closing her fingers around her gun.  Knowing that Lynch was watching through a sniper scope made her skin crawl.  She could feel a prickle right between her shoulder blades.  The urge to duck her head was strong, though she knew he wouldn't be shooting at herGod, I hope he's as good a shot as he says he is.  There are too many people out here in the line of fire.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 83 posts
Wed 29 Jun 2016
at 02:58
VIII - Ordeal
Maintaining her appearance of detached disinterest, Adler is able to keep watch on the alley unobtrusively.

Immediately behind the club, roadies and technicians cycle in and out of The Cellar, loading instruments and equipment into waiting vehicles. Studying the scene from the corner of her eye, Adler can see a dark colored Ford Expedition parked some distance away from the small gathering of vans and trucks. Within it, she spots silhouettes of the members of Dark Ordeal, including the distinctive, gnarled figure of The Orator.

On the opposite side of the alley, grouped around the rear door of a neighboring business, which is lit by a single bulb, Adler sights Greer and a trio of other concert goers speaking with a bald man in gray trenchcoat. The man's gestures are animated, a knowing smile on his gaunt face.

The conversation lasts for almost ten minutes. In that time, most of the activity behind The Cellar remains thankfully uneventful, primarily crew members finishing up their work. Nothing that would cause Lynch to go on full alert. Adler observes the bald man slipping something to each member of his gathered audience, including Greer, and then taking his leave with a friendly grin, sauntering unhurriedly in the direction of the Expedition.

Greer lingers for a moment, ensuring that he is the last of the small group to leave the alley. Motioning for Adler to follow him, he speaks to her in a low voice as they fall in step. "Well, they don't present it as a drug. They claim it's a tool. A 'means to gain further revelations of the truth'. He implied it would provide more visions like what we experienced at the show. And he gave me a spot to score more, when I was ready to 'continue the journey'" He hands Adler a printed business card that gives an address Adler recognizes should fall within West End. "I'd lay odds it's another of the abandoned tenements."

As they come in sight of Greer's truck, he says, "I don't know about you, but I've had all the metal I can stand for one night."
Jane Adler
 player, 322 posts
Wed 29 Jun 2016
at 03:23
VIII - Ordeal
Jane relaxed when she'd finally joined Greer again and eagerly left the club behind them.  "I wouldn't doubt it," she said, looking at the address on the card.  She tucked it into her bag, meaning to look it up when she got back to her apartment.  Glancing at Greer as they reached the truck, she smirked.  "Music or jewelry?"

On the drive back, she was quiet, thinking about the club, the vision, and the lead singer of Ordeal.  When they made it to her apartment, she glanced at Greer and tilted her head at the door.  "You coming in so I can de-Goth you?  I've got makeup wipes, unless you want to keep wearing that eye liner.  Just be warned, you'll look like a racoon in the morning."  She pulled up her hood to make the dash to the lobby.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 84 posts
Wed 29 Jun 2016
at 04:05
VIII - Ordeal
"Well, I had planned on stopping by the FBI field office tomorrow. See if my contact had learned anything else about the symbol." He grins. "They're used to having their share of ragged undercover types stagger in, but still. I'd rather not push my luck."

He follows Adler inside, running to escape the rain that is beginning to find its strength once more.
Jane Adler
 player, 323 posts
Wed 29 Jun 2016
at 05:00
VIII - Ordeal
"You want a disguise to go into the FBI field office, I can give you a disguise.  Though I can't help it if I 'accidentally' make you look like one of their top ten most wanted." She unlocked her apartment and left him to close the door.  Inside, she immediately grabbed her accessories case off the bed and plunked it down on the floor.  "Just throw everything in there.  I'll organize it later.  Though, if you want to keep the choker for... reasons... it's only my second best spiked leather collar, so I won't miss it."

She shrugged out of her coat and tossed it over a chair, then started removing her fake jewelry and throwing it into the case -- everything except her belly button ring.  Moving to the bedroom, she pulled one of the movable panels behind her so she could undress without giving him a peep show, though she really didn't try all that much to hide.  She emerged a few minutes later in a baggy t-shirt and shorts.  The comfortable clothing looked distinctly at odds with her heavy Goth makeup.

She tossed a baby wipes box onto the table and popped it open to take one out.  "My own special formula.  It'll take off just about everything except that pretty face of yours."  She offered him one before taking one for herself and plopping down in a chair.

"M4, semi-auto shotgun, 50 cal Barrett M82A1.  That's what I could see, anyway.  Who knows what else he had out of sight.  A handgun, I'm sure.  He meet me at the top of the stairs with the carbine and tried to scare me off.  He's got all the stuff he needs to do all the recon he wants.  I'd bet he's been holed up in that building since he left his apartment, watching and waiting for his time to strike.  He'd been trying to tag their cars for a while and had the first opportunity tonight.  If we hadn't come along, he would have followed them home and eliminated them all.  I... I almost think we should let him.  Not until we get answers, but eventually.  That thing, the singer, we know it murdered Fleisher.  It would have murdered us, too, if it had caught us in the basement."

Using one of the wipes, she started removing the dark makeup.  True to her word, it took the color off easily without leaving any residue.  "I was thinking about that drug, too.  You ever been tempted to try it?  See what it really does?  How it makes you feel?"
Colton Greer
 NPC, 85 posts
Wed 29 Jun 2016
at 14:31
VIII - Ordeal
Greer carefully removes the jewelry and accessories that Adler had lent him, returning them to the case one at a time. He casts a look in the direction where she disappeared, then finds a chair. "I keep meaning to tell you how nice your place is. I'm glad we met up here, rather than my apartment. I mean, yours has...furniture."

He gratefully accepts the wipe that she offers, immediately going to work on his face. He listens attentively as Adler describes Lynch's arsenal. Shaking his head, he says, "John Armitage. He had to sense that Lynch was on some kind of vendetta, even if Lynch didn't give him any details. And he sold him the hardware anyway. I bet Lynch unloaded some property or emptied out an account, flashed the cash to Armitage, and that was all she wrote. All Armitage cared about was the money."

"The more I think about this mess, the more I'm afraid that the only way to solve it is with means outside the law. Hell, I don't know that I could give an honest description of the guy at the Flagstone Hotel in a report. I can hear it now, other cops asking how long I've been watching for UFOs, waiting for the visitors to arrive."
He sighs and leans back in his chair, the ghost of eyeliner still visible on his face. "Maybe we do let Lynch have his way in the end. Knowing how these people prey on the helpless. I mean, it's hard not to sympathize with him to some degree. After all..." His eyes go to the floor. "He lost a brother."

Still gazing at the floor, he says, "That guy tonight. The singer. I can't help but wonder if he and the creature from the hotel are really one and the same. They sounded nothing alike. Part of me thinks there's probably more than one of...them."

He nods in response to Adler's last question. "Yeah. The thought's crossed my mind. I've ended up 'trying' other things in the course of the job, mostly when someone insists you do something as part of a buy. But I have been curious about Rain."

"The guy in the alley...'The Minister', he really talked it up. Said it first brings you darkness, then understanding. A vision of what life could be. No regrets. No sadness. No pain. The implication being that whatever they offer beyond the drug is more of the same. A permanent state of contentment."


He shrugs. "It sure sounds attractive. To stop hurting. To lose everything for a while. Even looking at it from the standpoint of an investigator, there's part of you that wants to know what others have experienced. What's drawn them in."

"But I have this one hesitation. I honestly don't know what the stuff is. It's a complete unknown. That part does give me some pause."

Jane Adler
 player, 324 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 03:15
VIII - Ordeal
She nodded in agreement.  "Yea, that's what I thought, too.  I'm tempted, only because I want to know if this stuff is legit or what, but I'm not so sure about downing a shot of pufferfish poison.  Still..."  She drummed her fingers on the table.  "...I am tempted."

She left it at that and leaned back in her chair, lifting her hands up over her head to stretch.  "I hadn't really thought about there being more than one of those odd things.  Hell, that's not good.  I mean, we know that one of them murdered Fleisher and is in cahoots with MacGregor.  The other would have to be, and probably just as ruthless.  Do you remember the strange language it was speaking?  I was wondering what that was and how it tied into the hypnosis.  Or whatever it was that we experienced." 

Her brow furrowed as she slumped in her chair again.  Lifting her feet up, she put her toes on the edge of the table and pushed back to balance her chair on two legs.  "I don't like this at all.  You know how long these disappearances have been happening.  MacGregor could have an entire brainwashed army.  And how brainwashed are they?  To the point where they can't be brought back?  Or too far gone?  And if we're up against that, we're going to need Lynch's firepower.  It's like trying to pick the lesser of two evils.  Try to rescue the people that are missing?  Or have to eliminate them because they're trying to kill us?"

"Did you get a read on any of the other band members?  Besides the makeup, they seemed fairly normal.  I mean, they could play, anyway.  Still not my type of music, but they at least had talent."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 86 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 04:33
VIII - Ordeal
Greer smiles. "You're probably going to think I'm completely full of crap, but...my mother has a pretty strong dose of Scottish blood on her side of the family. My grandfather could speak a fair amount of Scots Gaelic. My great grandparents were both fluent in it. What that guy said...it sounded similar to Scots Gaelic, but like a more clipped, guttural version of it, if that makes any sense. Even so, I didn't recognize any of the words."

He grimaces, straightening in his seat, "MacGregor very well could have a large gathering of...converts, especially if he's been at it as long as you suspect. My only question is, where are they? They're not showing up in the city in droves, so where were they spirited away to?" He shakes his head. "Maybe I'm too jaded. Been in the narcotics business too long. But I have this feeling that these people, maybe with a few exceptions, are more like a resource for these bastards. Expendable assets. Something to be used up and thrown away." His expression shifts to one of disgust. "Maybe that's why they keep having to recruit more."

He pauses, trying to recall what he saw. "I can't say much about the other band members, other than they were standoffish. One of the guys from Screams of Winter, the drummer, clapped me on the back, thanked me for helping out. Dark Ordeal stuck to their corner backstage. Most of the regular band members seemed to be hanging out where you couldn't reach the lead singer. Screening him from everyone else. None of them said a word to me back there. They definitely wanted to keep to themselves."

Reaching into his pocket, he withdraws the vial of Black Rain given to him by "The Minister". He turns it over in his hands. "I need to give doing this stuff some thought. The experience could very well be valuable. It's just..." He looks at Adler. "Maybe one of us does it and the other watches them. Just to respond if anything goes south." He grins and adds, "I'm thinking I should be the guinea pig. There aren't too many private investigators out there as smart and...Let's just say you're a rare commodity. Guys like me, the academy rolls them off the assembly line every six months like clockwork. Bam, bam, bam. We narcotics detectives are a dime a dozen." He returns the vial to his pocket. "Besides, I'm the one that's hunting drug dealers."
Jane Adler
 player, 325 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 05:14
VIII - Ordeal
She let her chair drop.  Her bare feet hit the floor and she leaned forward, elbows on the table.  "If you decided to... if... I've got your back, but I'd still be wary of that stuff.  Maybe in small doses it isn't lethal.  I mean, obviously, if the people who have done it are still alive.  But Pufferfish toxin?  That's just weird.  I wonder if it is like Scott said -- you feel like you're dying."  Glancing to her office, she did a mental inventory of what she'd collected.  "The bottle I found in Scott's hideout was empty.  I thought maybe he'd just found an empty one somewhere, discarded by one of their users.  But now I'm starting to wonder if he didn't actually try it."

"Ah!  I forgot about that card.  I was going to see where that address was located and check if it matched up with any of the other locations we'd already marked."  She reached for her purse and dragged it across the table.  Fishing inside, she pulled out the business card that Greer had given her and her phone.  Opening up the maps application, she typed in the address to see where in the city it would take them.
Colton Greer
 NPC, 87 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 14:04
VIII - Ordeal
The address is not one that Adler has encountered before. It is on Whetsel Alley, roughly midway between West Central Parkway and Elm Street. Notably, it is only a few blocks south of the Angel House shelter.

"The places your guy Rothenberg gave you definitely showed signs of being used, but I didn't come across any hard evidence at either one. If this spot is serving as a meet up right now, we might be able to find something of value there."

Greer stands, rubbing his forehead with the fingers of one hand. "I can scout it out tomorrow, maybe before or after we break in the house around the corner."

"You could probably use some sleep. The last couple of days have been...pretty eventful. A little downtime wouldn't hurt anything."


He picks up his jacket, his eyes going to one of the rain streaked windows. "Call me whenever you get started tomorrow." He grins. "The only reason I'll bother you is if I have insomnia and decide to do the Black Rain. If that happens, I'll call to tell you about the killer whales with sunglasses, or whatever else I'm seeing."
Davin Lynch
 NPC, 8 posts
Thu 30 Jun 2016
at 14:04
VIII - Ordeal
As Greer is speaking, Adler's phone vibrates. It is a text message from Davin Lynch. "Found it. Setting up observation."
Jane Adler
 player, 326 posts
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 04:23
VIII - Ordeal
She yawned.  "Yea, sleep sounds good.  But don't do that shit unless I'm with you.  You don't know what's going to happen.  Heart attack, hallucinations.  You might need someone to sit on you and hold you down so you don't go streaking through the Quad."

Glancing down as her phone buzzed, she held up one finger.  "Hang on a sec.  I just got a text from Lynch.  He said he found their hangout and is setting up to do recon.  Anything you want to ask him?"

She texted back.  General location?
Colton Greer
 NPC, 88 posts
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 13:31
VIII - Ordeal
Greer steps over to Adler, looking over her shoulder at her phone. "No. Not right now, anyway," he replies, "I'm curious if this place is just occupied by the band, or if other people live there, or visit regularly. But it's too early for him to get a read on that."
Davin Lynch
 NPC, 9 posts
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 13:32
VIII - Ordeal
Lynch replies, "East End. Couple of blocks from river."
Jane Adler
 player, 327 posts
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 15:14
VIII - Ordeal
"Yea, too early for that.  Looks like this place is on the opposite side of the address we just got.  Damnit.  I was hoping for a connection.  Ah, well."  She texted Lynch a quick confirmation before glancing back to Greer.  "So, I'll see you tomorrow, then?  I say scout the address first as it is unfamiliar territory.  If you want to do that solo, I got no problem with it, but take some pictures if you go.  Then a bit of breaking and entering.  But not before I sleep a good ten hours.  And eat a side of beef."
Colton Greer
 NPC, 89 posts
Fri 1 Jul 2016
at 22:51
VIII - Ordeal
Scooping his jacket out of a chair, Greer says, "Oh, no. If I go by, it'll only be in my car to get a fix on the location. I'm making you come in with me. Especially if it's abandoned."

He smiles at her warmly. "Get some rest."

As he descends the stairs, he calls, "If you need a butcher, one of the guys in narcotics knows a good one over in Camp Washington. They deliver. Everything. I can text you the number."

She hears him exit the building, and then she is alone. Outside, the rain continues to fall steadily, a handful of street lights gleaming in the watery dark.