venice ♔ oh this town kills you when you're young

[rationalizes]

♬ Shoreline - Anna Ternheim

WHO || Gar, Kat, Myri, Buffy [Closed]
WHAT || Team Failboat investigates Angelo Nassi
WHERE || Venice, Italy; Notturno club
WHEN || July 6, evening.
HOW || Actionspam; SINGLE THREAD

It's a breathtaking evening in Venice.  Lights reflect off the canals that serve as the main thoroughfares of 'traffic' and happy tourists and locals amble about the streets, shopping, chatting, or just taking in the quiet air.   It's a pleasant 70 degrees and cooling for the night as the Knights make their way to the building labelled Notturno: the venue owned by Angelo Nassi, who they've come to question about the activities of Chad Becksworth and NOVA Records, hoping for a lead that will connect back to the Talisman they seek.

Dumage elects to do some 'digging' around the city in order to find out more information on the gnoll, so it's left to the four other girls to take on the task alone.  Gar once again makes sure to warn both Buffy and Myri of the potential perils of discussing their "Shadowkind" nature: here in Italy, there's a strong amount of prejudice against non-humans, or those from another world.

The club itself is located right off the river, which they enter through a winding alley after taking a vaporetto  from their hotel.   Gar heads up to the ticket booth when they enter the lobby, but comes back frowning.

"It seems they've sold out for tonight's performance," she says in a quiet murmur, casting a look over her shoulder as patrons move past, dressed in fancywear and conversing pleasantly.  "And they said we can't get inside without tickets." 

Comments

[slay]

Thanks for your time. [ buffy gives a quick, thin-lipped smile and then backs off, turning away and heading out the door. she lingers in the hall, though, looking to kat and gar for direction. ] Back at square one.

[shootfirst]

Well, that was a bust. [ Kat slumps against the wall, arms folded. ] Didn't even get to keep that sweet sword cane.

[rationalizes]

At least we've... learned a bit about where Chad Becksworth's interests lie. And that these people involved aren't all complicit with whatever he's experimenting with.

I truly thought this would be a more fruitful lead. I suppose there's... nothing more to be done than return to America.

[witchwoman]

[Myri is feeling kinda odd-man-out. Because NOT fighting is a success in her book.]

Mister Becksworth is involved with music, though, isn't he? [She turns to look back the way they originally came- back towards the stage.] Do you think the man... the singer? Would he know anything?

[shootfirst]

[ that is because myri is the best person here, clearly. kat follows her gaze, clearly having forgotten about all that. ]

Oh yeah. The Italian job. [ she looks to gar, and shrugs ] We do have an invitation to dinner. Might be a good chance to subtly make with the asking if he's ever had anything to do with Nova.


[ because kat is a master of subtle ]

[slay]

Let's not leave the subtlety to you, huh? [ it's accompanied by a good-natured smile at least as she glances at kat. ] But, it's a good plan. I mean, we're here anyway. Might as well see if there's something to make it worth our while.

[rationalizes]

I suppose there's no harm in one evening of-- [ down the far end of the hall, a door opens and the bitchy woman from earlier starts to come out. gar cuts off what she was saying and steers them all the opposite way. ] Let's show ourselves out, shall we? [ there's a back door at the end of the hall that unlatches easily from the inside, and she slips out of there quickly, kat on her heels.

for the sake of expediency, /FAST FORWARD BUTTON as they take a vaporetto back to the hotel. when they walk in the room, however, it has the air of being empty. gar places her key on the counter as she glances in one of the rooms. ]

Dumage?

[witchwoman]

[FAST FORWARD. WOO.

Myri steps in and has a mixed bag of emotions. On one hand, maybe Dumage was able to find out something from being...wherever she was. On the other, she doesn't like seeing Dumage... ever, so the idea of greeting her is incredibly strange to her.

Instead she goes to check on Amaranth.]

[slay]

[ there aren't people-are-here sounds. not even person-is-here sounds. buffy steps inside, frowning. ]

I don't think she's back yet. Which, you know, considering she got the easy job, would almost be funny except for the severe lack of check-in. DUMAGE! [ there's an edge of impatience to her voice as she heads into dumage's room without knocking, pushing open the door. ]

[shootfirst]

She's probably at the bar, in truly classy Dumage style. I wouldn't wait up. [ she shrugs as Buffy moves into the woman's room, which looks just as she left it, all of her things still in evidence from where she'd tossed them. ] So she misses out on our brush with fame. It's her own fault.

[rationalizes]

While I do hate to exclude anyone, Kat may have a point. We don't have a particularly large amount of time to go seeking her out. And we'll probably need to change first.

[shootfirst]

Change? What's wrong with this? [ kat looks down at her ... black jeans and leather jacket and combat boots ensemble with an annoyed frown ]

[slay]

Let's start with everything and go from there. [ buffy loops an arm through one of kat's. ] It's okay. You can borrow something of mine.

[shootfirst]

But-- [ there's an unfamiliar flicker in kat's eyes of uncertainty that borders on fear, and she looks back over her shoulder helplessly at gar, who is not even paying attention to her since she's rooting through her purse. ]

Just tell me I can still wear pants. Are pants an option?

[witchwoman]

[Myri exits a nearby room with Amaranth circling her ankles. Unfortunately, she didn't catch all of the conversation and looks really confused..]

Why wouldn't pants be an option?

[shootfirst]

Because I know how these girlifying montages go. I watch TV.

[slay]

Nice pants. Not jeans.

[shootfirst]

[ as buffy drags her away into the other room, she mouths at myri: "Save me." ]