Wisconsin Dell's is a small town featuring waterparks, known by many as the waterpark capital of the world.

on the surface the towns all fun and games... but beneath the surface...

(OOC: Describe a typical "day to day life" scene.)

Fine Ceramics by Dervil Ó hÉalaighthe, Main Street

Dervil is working on some ceramics a selection of smaller pieces for the tourists with her hallmark geometric patterns and bright colors, putting the work in her kiln a classic older design for the final stage the ten pieces should fetch a couple hundred dollars. Her other kiln has a large pot, she spent more time on that and she carefully removes it this one is for sale at a top gallery in Madison as it cools she carefully adds her mark on it and sets it aside in the window for now.

But more importantly the local High School art class is coming in and she needed to be ready cleaning things up, obsessively some would say, but she had to also get cleaned up.

In a half hour she is looking like a proper artist, casually nice looking, as she got ready to answer questions and show what a well outfitted ceramic artists studio looks like.
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Ingrid was working as a waitress in a diner. Her father wasn't entirely happy with that, but she wasn't married yet so she needed to do something.
A sweet but shy young woman, Ingrid enjoyed it when the locals came in for lunch or breakfast. It could be challenging not to be timid or hesitant around strangers, though. But today had been quiet so far. Not much stress at work and nothing her father or the Get needed her for. Relaxing days like this were a blessing.

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(cant think of what to do at this point to be honest)
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After a bit Jacob comes in.

He's a local Shadow Lord Kin, but is affable enough

He runs a used video game shop, and is generous enough with any kin or garou interested in buying from him, hes a frequent enough customer.

He smiles at Ingrid and places an order "I'd like a Hamburger meal with all the trimmings"
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Ingrid smiles at Jacob. Although her father didn't much approve of the kin of other tribes, they also understood what it meant to be kin, and they were often kinder than Get. "Oh yes sir. How's business, Jacob?" she said warmly before relaying his order.

sighs "Busy enough Im doing repairs right now, its tedious, but lucrative work"

"Important, too. Nobody wants to risk being snowed in without their video games. Doubly so when it's too late to watch football and too early to watch baseball." Ingrid jokes. "And I hope everything else is going well"

He nods

"true enough" with a sigh then sighs

"One problem is too many people recently go for mindlessly violent games... im not talking about combat games, but games with way too much graphic violence in them, not just blood, but guts and entrails" shakes head


"Good news if you want I can reccomend some very good chess, or strategy games"

"Oh, I might take you up on those strategy games." Ingrid said cheerfully.
"Well, my father might approve of some of those more violent games. Work on boy's warrior nature." Ingrid mused. "Not for me, of course."

sighs and nods

"Theirs a difference between inculating ones warrior nature, and training one to be a sociopath" he warns

"come by the shop latter I have Nobunagas ambition, Romance of the 3 kingdoms etc"

"I guess that's true" Ingrid said, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. It made her nervous to publically disagree with her father, even when he wasn't around. She brought Jacob his order, smiling. "Here you go, enjoy! And I think I will drop by later."

Dervil met the High School class hugging the teacher now that she's no longer a student and its a friendly hug.

"Fáilte go dtí mo stiúideo ealaíne, mic léinn.* I will be showing you around and explaining the process of making clay and various approaches to decoration into fine art. Feel free to ask questions then we will go for lunch. Now we will start with the rear workroom and please no touching anything out here without asking some of these pieces are worth hundreds of dollars.," she takes the mall art class to the rear room showing the gallery heart the place she makes the ceramics. The pottery wheel and the various types of clay and how they are processed some above High School classes and the advanced methods of coloring and decorating. Much of this college or advanced trade work.

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Welcome to my art studio, students.

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Then to the heating process doing multiple pieces and single pieces with two separate kilns noting the former are for more affordable pieces, and the large ones are for fine art galleries and more refined collectors.

Then comes the business end, education, questions on making a living as an artist and she giving each student a special hand held vase with her mark on them as gifts part of a set for the class forming when lined up a view of the dells river with the unique features. The teacher gets the first one.

Then they go to get lunch at a local cafe she leaving her shop assistant to tend things.

Coming into the café she takes over some tables and greets Ingrid, and will cover the bill for lunch for everyone she has the money to do it and is a good tipper, especially to Ingrid. She orders her usual a open faced turkey sandwich with mashed potatoes and extra gravy and for dessert whatever pie looks good and iced tea. Then lets everyone else order its going to be a big check.
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"Good morning, miss Dervil. What will you have?" Ingrid asked cheerfully with a warm smile. "I hope everything's going well". Ingrid was a lot more comfortable here taking orders from the students; she'd always been good with kids.

"My usual and some apple pie.

Yes do well I just educated the art class from the High School on some of the business side of being a none starving artist, and thought they deserved a nice lunch, being from my High School as a alumnae giving a bit back. Its that teacher Mrs. Greene that started me on the path to being the artist I am today and hope I'm one here success stories she can be proud of. One of the best teachers I ever had.

And you seem to be doing well.," Devil said to the waitress.
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"Of course, coming up" Ingrid said.

Ingrid's smile brightened. "Aww, miss Dervil, that's so generous of you. It's very kind of you to help out the kids. And it's always nice to see someone like you succeed." By which she meant a Kinfolk, not an artist, although she would never say that out loud in public. It was really strange from Ingrid's perspective that a Kin could have a mentor figure like Greene who might not be Kin herself.

"Oh, the cold bothers me a little. But I'm having quite a good day."

Jacob smiles at Dervile

"Glad to have more people in today , an art class? thats good"

"Not as glad as I am" Ingrid says, her voice a little teasing.

Smiles "Think I could convince them to avail themselves of my establishment?" is curious.

Ingrid laughs. "If they're kids, I'm surprised they aren't already customers. Or their parents."

smiles "Some of them probaly are, but its worth advertising ones business"

"Of course. Of course, I'll have to drop by your store and advertise the diner just to be fair" she joked, and began to fetch the student's orders.

"I'll put up an ad if you want" he smiles, "Need to hold together after all"

James in the middle of the day gets an unexpected ring on his doorbell.

710 Washington Avenue  was still a mess. James had returned the U-Haul truck last night after spending half the day carrying the boxes inside. Mary had been of some help between the spouts of teenage hormone attacks. She was resentful over the move to Wisconsin Dells, but on the other hand she seemed to like the house and especially her room, they’d need to renovate preferrably before she moved her things in there permanently. Luckily the house had three bedrooms and two bathrooms, which made renovating it easier in batches.

James put down the coffee mug bearing the insignia of Milwaukee Police Department, his third for the day, and stood up. He glanced himself over to see, his blue jeans and t-shirt were presentable and begun to navigate his way through the piles of boxes that were still unpacked. Mary was in her own room, sulking, so he had the house mostly for himself. Music carried down from upstairs - Mary was probably trying to annoy James on purpose with it, but he didn’t mind. She could have picked far worse tunes, but luckily enough they annoyed her too so she just was just content on playing the music out loud.

After a quick walk through the labyrinth of boxes, James finally made his way to the door and opened it. ”Yes?”

he see's a man about a decade older then him  He recognizes him as a Richard Samuel's a Fellow police officer, and a fellow Kinfolk.

"Can I come in?" He asks politely.

”Sure. Sorry about the mess. Haven’t had time to unpack anything but the bare essentials”, James replied. He stepped aside so that Richard could get in. ”Want some coffee? Got some leftover bagels from yesterday, too.” Leading the guest in to the kitchen, the perhaps most ready place in the whole house, James indicated a seat around the table.

smiles "thank you" and is seated

"Your my successor,  I wanted to let you know how things are doing"

James pours Richard coffee in a mug, hands it to him and takes a seat across the table. ”So, what’s going on”, he asked.

nods "Have you been told why I'm having to transfer?"

”No, not really. I just know, a sergeant with detective experience was needed”, James replied.

pauses "I've been called in over the years do things im not proud of for my tribe, to keep the Garou nation safe from discovery..." pauses taking a sip of coffee

"A few weeks ago their was an officer conducting a problematic investigation... I'd managed to convince the management to drop it but he was putting in spare time... He had a lot of integrity" sighs wistfully "what a waste" shakes his head.

James sighed. ”What did he figure out? Did you leave any evidence, you did it? And how the hell did he figure anything out?” Those were all more than valid questions, even though James was not blaming Richard.he needed to know, because he might have to deal with the potential fallout.

nods "He figured out their was something up with mysterious acts of ecoterrorism, and of course their was. I used a Biting Bullet, I was suspected but they didnt see a plausible way I could have done it so, couldnt go to the DA, but me wanting to be moved elsewhere is it so unusual after reasonable suspicion, even if their is no truth to it? "
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”You know, I’ve been a police for 21 years and a detective for 18, right”, James said, not really asking a question. ”I’ve found out, every time I think ’no-one can  really be that stupid’, they go ’hold my beer’. The problem is, it works the other way around. When I ponder if anyone could be that smart, it turns out, someone was. I will do what I can and what I must. The problem is, you might need to leave a false trail at some point to distract them from the investigation.”

nods "Another point, the logic 'Anyone smart enought to be able to do it, would be smart enough not to do it' Doesnt always work out just an insight  I'd like to share"

”I know”, James said with a nod and took a sip of his coffee. ”I’ll try to contain this thing. Do you have a burner phone? If not, get one and get me the number in the mail. I’ll call you, if things begin to go sideways, so you have time to react.”

nods "Have one not used it for a while"

”Get a new one and don’t activate it anywhere near your own phone. That way it can’t be connected to you. Check it once a day, every morning”, James said. He scribbled something on to a small piece of paper. ”Here’s my number, a burner phone. If you need something, send an SMS, but don’t write anything that could be connected to either of us.”

smiles "Used to this whole Stealth thing I see, can I make one other suggestion do you carry silver ammunition currently?" asks.

”Never had the need for it yet”, James replied. He knew, the Gatou weren’t too fond of people with silver ammunition going around, kin or not.

pauses "Theirs reports it may be needed soon" mentions "Shall we meet again sometime say at a restaraunt or such my treat?"

”Better if we’re not seen together”, James replied, ”but we’ll keep in touch. I’ll set up an e-mail account too, where we can communicate through writing drafts there. Modern age marvels. I suppose I need to get some silver, then. Anyone nearby selling?”
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pauses and goes to his gunsafe and comes back with one revolver sized bullet made of silver "Sorry its just one hope it will fit... Couldnt afford to part with more, but at least it gives you a chance against dangers, and theirs several jewelry shops selling Silver... have a friend at the sept out of town who manufactures them, for a cost but once the dangers passed you should put them away"
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In reply to The Capricious World (msg # 43):

Birk is having a good day.  He is trying out a new form of honey that mixes herbal remedies and excstasy which is really a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down.  For Glasswalker kin, he is very much a creature of the wilderness but he explains it to most of his immediate family as being "Extreme Exurbs."  Though he has always been fascinated by the mystic gifts the Garou actually have, he has kept his own efforts to the practical and tangible; he isn't a lupine and he never will be.  Except for the occasional dabbling with the Tarot, he does far more with his efforts on the dark web than he ever will with a Klaive and a hand grenade.

Still, he needs to batch another brand of dynamite this afternoon.  They go through it so fast.  What do they all blow up?

He can get Dynamite prepared slowly but surely.

The work is careful and meticulous and he has worked over time with each batch to make it more and stable so that it is not a risk where he keeps it or makes it.  The equipment is very specialized and would alarm DHS six ways to sunday if he got it all at once but as it is, he carefully makes it happen and has built it up slowly over time to be a clock work operation that the authorities are vaugely aware exists but is only used exclusively for the business of the Garou so they think it is simply some kind of radical environmentalist outfit getting the dynamite from stolen outfits.

21:52, Today: Birk Stockwell rolled 38 using 7d10 ((2,5,8,5,4,5,9)) 2 Successes.

After a bit he's finished he store the dynamite or what?

Funny enough, think about the DHS and there is a knock on the door. A man in his late thirties or so can be seen, wearing a brown uniform and a star-shaped badge on his chest. A broad tactical belt on his waist carries a number of pockets and a holster with a pistol in it. Whoever he is, he is clearly part of the Sheriff’s Office, which is likely to spell trouble, if he sees something illegal - like gear for someone making dynamite.

In reply to James Royce (msg # 48):

Fortunately, though seemingly of middle income, Birk was insanely rich.  As such, the dynamite was always constructed in a location under the ground and well away from wherever he answered the front door.  Checking the cameras, he notice it was someone from the Sheriff's office, so carefully setting down one of the last pack, he replied by the intercomm, "Yes, how can I help you sheriff?"

He finished the final elements of the last batch and began to wash his hands.  Explosive residue was relatively easy to detect and smart people who didn't get caught always removed it afterwards.

”Mister Birk Stockwell? I need to have a word with you”, the law officer replied, glancing at the camera. He looked reasonably handsome, though a bit rugged perhaps. His hand hovered on the edge of his belt, not really going for the gun, but in a manner that suggested, he was an experienced officer and wary of things he might encounter.

Birk finished washing.  He wasnt a ritualist in the clan, but the importance of it had been sent home at a young age. He washed his hands and then went up to the door.  He opened it and invited the officer inside.  Birk wasnt nerveous, not because he was a hardened criminal, rather, he had long ago resolved himself to the ultimate sacrifice for Gaia.  He fought in his own way, and death was as much a part of life. Gaia was balance between the Wyld, the Weaver and even the Wyrm.

He smiled warmly on appearance, looking more like a refugee from a Ben and Jerrys convention than a master criminal.  Part hippie, part Wall Street Sell out, he smiled and extended his very clean hand to the Law Enforcement Officer. "How can I help you officer?"

”Like I said, a word”, the man replied. ”And preferrably not in the street.” He peered past Birk in to the house, as if checking out the place from the door. Whatever the reason for this visit was, he was clearly not going to content himself with talking outside the house.

"Of course." Birk welcomed him in.  There was a bong visible in the corner, but it had no visible marijuana in it and it was an otherwise comfortable room filled with various wood carvings, a leather chair and a lot of books. "How can I help you?"  He shuts the door assuming James enters.

After the door closed, the officer spoke. ”I’m James Royce. My name won’t say much to you, but I’m the replacement for Richard Samuel, the kinfolk police officer. I just thought I’d drop by to announce myself. And on that subject, I hope you keep the stuff like that bong a bit better hidden - while it’s not against Gaia’s laws, it’s a risk leaving it out in the open. Had it been someone else from the PD, they might have come back witha warrant to search the premises. I trust it, you keep any really discriminating evidence hidden better?”

"Pleased to meet you James.  I do keep it well hidden, yes.  I always argue about that.  Its the same reason I keep a Google Home in the sound proofed library. I feel it reduces my impact by making me not seem TOO clean.  I mean, my entire public image is "hippie" and I would assume most officers assume I smoke 420, especially these days.  I never use that bong and actually never have.  I just keep it there to make my 'sin' a known quantity but if you think it better to move it I will definitely default to your judgement. "

”I would advice that”, James said. ”Now, can you fill me in on what goes around these parts with the kinfolk? I just moved in, but was referred to talk to you, so here I am.”

"Well, I have a lot of crytocurrency and dark web access.  I mainly supply the local caern with intelligence and some other useful items." He would tell him about the dynamite but needed to confirm him with the Caern first. After all, hunters could always learn some lore.  "I am not very good at combat but I am good at chemistry. So if information or the occasional item can be found, I am your man.  I can check to see what the most recent information I have is if you like."

That way I can very your ID without making you go away :) GM, would you like me to make up some plot hooks?

After making a quick phone call, he says,"There are one of two potential leads but they are gathering details. I also provide dynamite to the ranked Garou as they ask for it.  And yes, I hide that carefully."