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♬ Baby, You're a Rich Man - Beatles

WHO || Thomas, Gar, Kat, Dumage, Mark, Myri, Buffy, Finnick, Spike, Rafael, Des, Elena Gilbert, Burt, ??, ??, ?? [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights begin a three-prong recon mission to push forward their intelligence operations on NOVA Records
WHERE || NOVA Records HQ, New Orleans
WHEN || Monday, Oct 15th [Forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam, don't sweat tag order!!

[[ Towering above our heroes is the fifteen-story NOVA Record Headquarters, an L-shaped structure tipped with a winged roof, covered in reflective window linings that paint a portrait of the New Orleans skyline across its panels. Foot traffic streams in and out, a parade of Bluetooth wearing suits, women in nine-inch heels, and extravagantly dressed stars surrounded by guards and entourage members.

But the lavish exterior hides a dark secret or two, and the Knights have sworn to shine a light on all of them.

Why is a record company funding a church that supports Shadowkind slavery? What are the 'experiments' for which they're buying up Shadowkind DNA, and how does it relate to the mysterious behavioral-control chip found in the displacer beast released in the museum? And, of course, what do they want with Jade, and what do they know about the Lazarus Talisman's current location?

Answers are rarely straightforward on their journey, and it looks like another complication or two are on the way.... ]

Comments

[postergirl]

I tried to tell her that, but she desperately wants in your video.

[witchwoman]

[Myri clumsily pulls her dress back up.]

I... [She looks helplessly back at Dumage before turning back to the group.] ...would do anything to be in the video. [She says, trying to bite back the humiliation and reluctance from her tone.]

[65]

A pretty girl like you doesn't have to try nearly that hard around me.

[witchwoman]

I'll try to remember that. Next time. [She's trying to keep her cool, but can feel her face heating up.] Excuse me.

[Yeah, it's time to leave the room for a few. She scurries out to try to find her dignity...]

[rynn]

[ Criminal - Fiona Apple

and she nearly collides into a woman in the hallway, dressed in a stylish dark red leather jacket and black pants with gold hoop earrings. the woman reaches out a hand to grab her arm and prevent them banging into each other, and fixes her with a cool gaze. there's nothing friendly in her tone, or her narrowed eyes. ]

Watch it.

[witchwoman]

[Myri's eyes meet the woman's, wide and apologetic.]

I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to- [All of her sexy arm candy persona has fled and been replaced by genuine regret for her actions.]

[rynn]

[ she lets out a tiny snort ] Guess that makes it all better then. [ she folds her arms across her chest, looking myri up and down ] You know your way around here?

[witchwoman]

[That appraising look makes her glance down to... make sure her top is still on. Damn it, Dumage...]

Yes... Yeah, I do. [She reminds herself that she still has a job to do, and if she's learned anything today, it's that all venues can lead to interesting encounters.]

Are you lost?

[rynn]

[ she leans her shoulder against the wall, crossing one ankles over the other ] Just don't know the building. I got separated from my agent, when he had to go talk to some office boy.

[witchwoman]

Oh, are you a singer, then? [She perks a little. Talking to other clients in the company could be useful, right? Maybe? If she doesn't expose herself (har) as completely unknowing.]

I may be able to help. Where were you headed?

[rynn]

Whatever floor Chad Becksworth's office's on.

[witchwoman]

[Well aren't those the magic words lately?]

I think I know the way. [Bluff: 11] Or if you'd prefer, I know that Burt Becksworth is just down the hall?

[rynn]

[ rynn's response comes quick as a whip ] I'm not here for Burt. [ the judgment is back in her eyes, as she looks as myri skeptically ] You're sure you know where to go?

[witchwoman]

Of course I do. [She straightens up and gets her shit together a little more with a bluff of 18 this time.] I'm with Finnick Odair. I've been here a hundred times. Come on.

[And she will just... start walking down the hall. She has no clue where she is going... whoops.]

[rynn]

[ well that comment seems to pique her interest enough that she sliiides away from the wall and hurries to catch up. ]

That Finnick?

Are you with him, with-him?

[witchwoman]

[Too bad she has no idea what that means. She only knows the basic cover story of being arm candy.]

I haven't known him long, if that's what you mean. I met him at a club a few nights ago. He invited me to the shoot today. [Bluff 12]

[Also god only knows where she is leading them. Navigation check of 13 at least keeps her from walking them into a janitor's closet.]

[rynn]

[ rynn says 'hmm' as myri steers her towards the elevator. ] So you're a groupie.

[witchwoman]

[A general Knowledge roll of 15 will hopefully mean she at least was told that word in relation to her 'arm candy' role. She puts on her best offended face.]

I'm a fan. It's not my fault he asked me to be here.

[SORRY. Editing in a bluff check because I feel like one is necessary every time she talks during this conversation... 9]

[rynn]

You're the one who said yes. [ they move into the elevator and... she's gonna need to pick a floor at least. eeny meeny miney... ]

[witchwoman]

Would you have said no? [She reaches out and presses the button for the sixth floor. WHY NOT.]

[rynn]

I get the feeling he's not my type. { SPOT CHECK YO ]

[witchwoman]

Really? He seems to be just about everyone's type... [Spot 24! Super observant Myri!]

[rynn]

[ their proximity in the elevator as it whirs to life, taking them down, allows myri to not only note the slight scent of sulfur in the air, but to take note of the tips of two tiny protuberances from rynn's hair: the smallest little horns. looking again, there's something off about her skin coloring as well. ]

Maybe I'm just not into other singers. [ she shrugs ] He gives off a certain image, anyway. Playboy, sure, but not exactly a bad boy. [ she smiles, with teeth just a little too sharp ] A little too wholesome.

[witchwoman]

[She's not expecting any of that, so she's probably doing a poor job of hiding her surprise.]

You prefer your men to be less upstanding. [It's not really a question. She's definitely paying more attention now.] I can see how that could be fun.

So you're signing on with NOVA? Would I know you from anywhere?

[rynn]

Upstanding. [ she snorts a laugh. ] Yeah, that's a good way to put it. [ she ponders the question for a sec ] I don't know, you big on European music?