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WHO || Burt, Martha, Des, Finnick, Mark, Spike, Arthur [closed]
WHAT || While Finnick continues his celebrity charade, the other Knights have the chance to sneak around and try to find out more information about the mysterious Chad Becksworth's activities...
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans, LA
WHEN || Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012; any time of day
HOW || Actionspam

[ It took a few weeks to process Finnick's fake background paperwork and get his contract with NOVA in order. In the meantime, Burt's been keeping in close touch with Finnick and Des, arranging for different talent coaches to work with their new star on singing, dancing, and all that other crap. He's sent plenty of songs home with Finnick to start learning, and now that everything's processed, he's arranged for him to come to the studio, where he'll be reporting daily to work.

Of course, this gives the Knights the ideal in, as what celebrity doesn't need an entourage? Mark even bought everyone outrageous entourage clothing to wear. 8) You like it. ]

Comments

[bigbad]

I didn't say cliche.

[nosdacariad]

I think you mean "classic". [ and the doors ding open~

they open into a long hallway, bordered with windows on the left hand side, and three doorways on the right. a spot check of 12 or more will notice blondie disappearing down through the last door. ]

[bigbad]

I know what I meant. [Spike sees her (spot check 14) and follows quietly (move silently 19), counting on Mark to keep up.]

[nosdacariad]

[ yeah well that was a stupid assumption, spike.

because mark just crit failed his move silently.

why?

because his dumbass scarf got stuck in the elevator doors and yanked him backwards abruptly as they closed, so he's back there making choking noises and clawing at his throat right now. ]

[bigbad]

[Too bad Spike's listen check (29) is way too good for him to ignore that. He sighs, has a short inner struggle with how okay it would be to just leave Mark there and continue on with a mission that would probably go WAY more smoothly without him around, then finally turns and goes back to Mark, slicing through the stupid scarf with a dagger he's got hidden in his pocket. It's entirely to save Mark from choking and not even sort of because he's feeling petty and annoyed at Mark's sassy gay friend life getting in the way of Spike's cool, badass sneaking around.]

Why don't you play look-out? I'll follow the girl, and you can give a shout if company comes.

[nosdacariad]

... Thanks. [ he looks sadly at his shredded scarf, and then stuffs it in a pocket. ] Sounds like a plan.

[bigbad]

[Maybe you should have saved the scarf for a more appropriate setting. Spike nods, slipping the dagger back in his pocket, but he pauses again before following the woman.]

...the armed guards sort of company. Not some poor secretary going about her business.

[nosdacariad]

I know that. [ sure he does.

the door at the end that spike goes through leads into a large, purple auditorium that appears to be entirely empty right now, though the lights are on. The curtain is drawn across the stage. ]

[bigbad]

[Damn, the girl got away. Spike scowls and starts walking down the aisle, eyes and ears open (spot 17, listen 23).]

[scratchfever]

[ not quite. in fact, spike would hear movement above, and see that she's in the lighting booth up above, having just pulled the door closed. the front is glass, and he'd be able to see that she's walking towards someone who's already in there, bent over a computer display. even from here, he can see that it's the same dark skinned tattooed man from jade's club... provided he gets at least a 14 wisdom check to remember. ]

[bigbad]

[Nope, wisdom check of 9. He wasn't paying much attention to the dark skinned tattooed man, apparently. Or he has brain damage from the chip. He looks around briefly for any promising doors that might get him up there (spot 11).]

[scratchfever]

[ club memory magic, remember? he has an excuse.

there only seems to be the staircase that she took up, and they'd probably be able to see him if he went up that way. though right now, she's leaning over the man's shoulder, looking at the screen and frowning. ]

[bigbad]

[Club memory magic is so convenient. Spike's gonna go ahead and risk them seeing him. He creeps up behind them (move silently 14).]

[scratchfever]

[ heading up the steps takes him out of view of the glass momentarily, as the door that leads to the booth is solid. when he makes it to the top step, however, it's thrown open inward, and there's miss claws herself, staring down at him. there's a flicker of recognition on her features, as she stares at him. ]

You were very foolish to come here. [ she seems to have some sort of vaguely eastern european accent going on. ]

[bigbad]

[Oops. So much for that plan, and him with a pretty terrible position for a fight.]

And why's that?

[scratchfever]

[ her hand moves quickly, those super long claws suddenly poised under spike's chin. ] Come in.

[bigbad]

[Well, that's kind of intimidating. Spike's pretty sure this is a bad idea, but it also seems like his best shot of finding out what's going in. So warily he steps through the door.]

What long nails you've got there, Grandma.

[scratchfever]

[ she gives him a Look and then moves backwards with him. the tattooed guy has turned around in his seat and pushes the chair backwards to get to his feet as she closes the door. ]

Is this him?

[ the man stares at him for a long moment before nodding.

"One of them." ]

[bigbad]

Great, we know me. Care to tell me who you lot are?

[scratchfever]

[ the big man approaches him, and scowls. ]

We'll ask the questions.

What has brought you to New Orleans?

[bigbad]

The food and local scenery. [Bluff check: 6, he ain't even trying.] What's with her nails?

[scratchfever]

[ the man just continues to stare at him, lip curling up into a cruel smile. "Asha."

on cue, she moves her claws to spike's back, right at his shoulder blades. they prick into his skin and she holds them there, an obvious threat.

meanwhile the man walks closer to him, searching his face closely.

"Are you Shadowkind, boy?" ]

[bigbad]

Right. [He leans forward, slamming his elbow back into her stomach (atk 20, dmg 11), then whirls around to face the two of them.] I don't like being threatened.

[...and hey, no headache. He looks a little surprised for a moment, then smirks. This'll be fun.]

[scratchfever]

[ it apparently takes her entirely by surprise, and her claws slip off from him as she stumbles back, hitting the door. angrily, she swipes forward at his head, but too wide, and the man reaches out quickly as if to grab her wrist before she takes Spike's head off, but his hand gets in the way. he lets out an angry howl, as one of his fingers hits the floor.

"You bitch." ]

[bigbad]

Cutting up your allies. There's a brilliant plan. [Also damn, those are some intense claws. He should probably be careful. Maybe if he were smarter, he'd run, but there's still more he wants to know.]

Let's try this again. Who are you? [He tilts his head a little as his fangs come out, transforming his face into a terrifying (intimidation 22 aww yeah) sight.] Don't make me ask twice.