Cordelia Chase (
allaboutme) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-03-05 08:39 pm
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manchester ♔ gonna fall if you lead us nowhere

♬ We Sink - CHVRCHES
WHO || Cordelia, Alisha, Bambi, Kate, Phineas [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights continue to investigate a series of strange, deadly deliveries from the mysterious 'PTC'
WHERE || The Spider's Web / The Lagoon Club restaurant and nightclub
WHEN || April 11th [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.
Last April, a kindly book seller and purveyor of magical lore found himself the victim of an attack via mail when dangerous magical creatures were sent to his shop from the untraceable sender "PTC". Since then, Wynn's been tracking the mail system, waiting for that name to pop up again, in case it might lead them to find out who was behind the first attack, and stop any other disasters from occurring. Recently, something popped up on the radar, so the Knights have to find a way into the exclusive restaurant the Spider's Web in Manchester, or its attached nightclub The Lagoon Club.

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Sounds good. Text if you run into trouble.
[Cordy and Bambi are at least somewhat in the same room with the table and the bartender, and Phineas will be invisible, but if something goes down, the rest of the team is there for back up.]
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[In the meantime he'll act natural at the table making smalltalk with a Bluff 18]
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Well are you coming?
[ Because that's how this works, right? ]
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[that said, she's going to try to listen to some of the chatter going on around her (listen 17)]
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the waitress comes back to drop off drinks. ]
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She clears her throat when the waitress comes by.]
Hey. Are you guys hiring here?
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[Look, it's not a lie. It's a fucking great place. Unfortunately, she... rolled an 8 diplomacy, so idk what she expects here.]
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[she'll figure something out before she gets back.]
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Wow, I should not have had chimi-changas for lunch. Where's the men's room? [He asks rhetorically, as he gets up, and saunters away to work his mojo.]
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Whelp. Nothing left to do but see if she can spot a bus boy and lure him over here. (spot 19) Casually adjusts her cleavage. Oh wait. She's dressed terribly and probably looks like a fourteen year old boy. I don't know what she expects to do when she finds one, but SHE IS LOOKING]
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[He'll attempt to make his way to the kitchen? He assumes there's some kind of kitchen, some place he can find a general ledger of shipments, to see if he can pick out their mystery box.]
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[crab noises and gestures]
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CLACK CLACK CLAAAAAACK CLAK!
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wat ]
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