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− | | cast = [[Aksel]], [[Angela]], [[Conni]], [[Leif]], [[Lola]], [[Kilia]], [[Peter]]. [[Aurelie]]/[[Haleakala]] as GM. | + | | cast = [[Aksel]], [[Angela]], [[Conni]], [[Leif]], [[Lola|Lola (Cause)]], [[Kilia]], [[Peter]]. [[Aurelie]]/[[Haleakala]] as GM. |
| summary = Ho'okipa gets professional help with its little unexplained death problem. | | summary = Ho'okipa gets professional help with its little unexplained death problem. | ||
| gamedate = 2007.11.18 | | gamedate = 2007.11.18 | ||
| subtitle = Who you gonna call? | | subtitle = Who you gonna call? | ||
− | | location = [[Ho'okipa | + | | location = [[Ho'okipa]], [[Honolulu]] |
− | | plots = [[Plot: Blood in the Water]] | + | | plots = [[Plot:Blood in the Water]] |
− | | categories = | + | | categories = Magic User, Shapeshifter, Scion, White Court, Werecreature, Valkyrie |
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It is first thing in the morning and the sun is only just starting to heat up the hostel. Conni is standing outside her room, a paintbrush in one hand as she slowly layers on coats of paint to the frame of the doorway to her room. She is dressed in a blue dungaree skirt, the shoulder straps contrasting nicely with the white t-shirt she wears underneath. She is barefoot and standing on newspaper that she has laid out, the Nordic blonde nothing if not conscientious. She has one arm tucked into the front pocket of her outfit, resting her right arm as she works but she seems otherwise unbothered by it. | It is first thing in the morning and the sun is only just starting to heat up the hostel. Conni is standing outside her room, a paintbrush in one hand as she slowly layers on coats of paint to the frame of the doorway to her room. She is dressed in a blue dungaree skirt, the shoulder straps contrasting nicely with the white t-shirt she wears underneath. She is barefoot and standing on newspaper that she has laid out, the Nordic blonde nothing if not conscientious. She has one arm tucked into the front pocket of her outfit, resting her right arm as she works but she seems otherwise unbothered by it. | ||
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Angela smiles to Auri, inclining her head, "I keep vapo-rub around for that, actually. Doesn't help everybody, but it's tidier." She glaces back to Leif and smiles, "Ah, the esteemed competition! I figured I'd meet somebody else in the business sooner or later." Peter ... gets an appreciative glace. "This island just gets more and more home-like." | Angela smiles to Auri, inclining her head, "I keep vapo-rub around for that, actually. Doesn't help everybody, but it's tidier." She glaces back to Leif and smiles, "Ah, the esteemed competition! I figured I'd meet somebody else in the business sooner or later." Peter ... gets an appreciative glace. "This island just gets more and more home-like." | ||
− | + | Angela smiles to Killia before turning her attention back to Auri, "Some of that's probably just standard procedure biting you in the backside, something flashy happens and the brass is always hot to make an arrest. I'd love to help out if I can, though. That whole mess sounds like it was pretty intense." | |
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− | + | Leif nods, "That will work on the price. Please no Febreeze. I would prefer to see the scene as it is and not altered." He says as he shakes his head, "I'd prefer Kilia stays out of it. She does her thing and I do mine." He the adds, "I would also like to set up a private viewing later today or tomorrow. There are some things that I would like to view and I don't wish to tread on others uniqueness." He grins at Conni, "THC Vodka? Well that explains the reports of a pair of Odin's Shield maidens running around. I'd heard something about all the naked people dying, a dark summoning, and a tital wave. Some people see some crazy shit." He picks up his coffee and sips it. "Perfect." He then adds, "You know how it goes. It's always there ignoring you if you ignore it till it doesn't. As for the spear, I'd get a case that hid what it was, or you'll be adding to the weird." He pauses to kiss Kilia. "I'll see you later." Then back to Angela and Aurelie as he knew they were coming, "Ladies?" | |
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Aksel followed after, eyebrows going up as Aurelie stripped off before she went in to her room. After a few seconds he shrugged and followed the other two down the stairs. "Don't have to explain anything to me. I hear lady on vacation, don't need to hear a lot more." He shrugged at Angela's comment. I might be able to talk someone or other, but I couldn't exactly promise anything. I'm still pretty new here so my contacts aren't exactly solid at the moment." He waved a hand behind him to Aurelie. "See you!" | Aksel followed after, eyebrows going up as Aurelie stripped off before she went in to her room. After a few seconds he shrugged and followed the other two down the stairs. "Don't have to explain anything to me. I hear lady on vacation, don't need to hear a lot more." He shrugged at Angela's comment. I might be able to talk someone or other, but I couldn't exactly promise anything. I'm still pretty new here so my contacts aren't exactly solid at the moment." He waved a hand behind him to Aurelie. "See you!" | ||
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+ | "Breakfast beer. Now I really feel at home, this could end up being a good morning." Letting out a long drawn out sigh, Conni heads down to the bar area, looking to camp out a stool until she is ready to face the day, preferably after much beer. Looking over to Angela, she pats one of the bar stools. "Try marmite and bread, birds back home go crazy for it. You never know..." Looking over to Aksel, Conni actually laughs. "You'll get used to it, there are worse thing to look at. Come on now, join us for breakfast so we can see the day in properly." | ||
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+ | Angela follows along to the bar and takes a seat, "I swear, everwhere my great-grandfather went and stayed for more than a week at a time he had every crow in the area thoroughly bribed. Pretty sure he had them spying for him too." She nods to Conni, "Except for that one time the worst I typically got was a car wreck. Then again there were only about two thousand people in my home town. Teeny compared to out here." Beer, breakfast and a case ... this could turn out all right. | ||
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Bringing in the Professionals | |
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Who you gonna call? | |
Dramatis Personae
Aksel, Angela, Conni, Leif, Lola (Cause), Kilia, Peter. Aurelie/Haleakala as GM. |
18 November, 2007 Ho'okipa gets professional help with its little unexplained death problem. |
Location | Plot(s) |
It is first thing in the morning and the sun is only just starting to heat up the hostel. Conni is standing outside her room, a paintbrush in one hand as she slowly layers on coats of paint to the frame of the doorway to her room. She is dressed in a blue dungaree skirt, the shoulder straps contrasting nicely with the white t-shirt she wears underneath. She is barefoot and standing on newspaper that she has laid out, the Nordic blonde nothing if not conscientious. She has one arm tucked into the front pocket of her outfit, resting her right arm as she works but she seems otherwise unbothered by it. The pool and other areas of the hostel have yet to be occupied by the various lizards who live there, the courtyard actually quite quiet for the moment, well, failing the loud moans that are audible from the doorway leading to one of the rooms on the bottom floor. There's no indication as to who lives there, although the painted tiger on the door might gives those with Sherlockian deduction skills a clue. Aurelie is not a creature of the morning, so the lissome, blonde is slinking her way out of the communal kitchen with an obscenely large coffee mug. Bright eyed she may be, but it's behind eyes that she hasn't quite coaxed to be fully open yet, and her red hair is gathered up into a haphazard twist atop her head. She's wearing a pale blue yukata with a koi fish motif, belted at the middle and falling off of one shoulder, bare underneath. She eyes the morning rays suspiciously. Bearing her percolated Holy Grail, Aurelie makes her way past Conni and her painting project, unseeing at first...then she stops, thinks, backs up, watches the tall blonde for a second, then continues on her way to the couches in the common room, giving a languid wave and adding, "Thanks for using the newspaper, Doll!" The weary willowy woman glides onto a loveseat, kicking up her flip-flopped feet with the blue toenail polish on the arm of the couch while she sips her coffee. Angela wanders in off the street and starts taking a look around the place in that quiet, measured way you have when you're accustomed to sizing things up. She's dressed comfortably for the morning weather in blue jeans, sneakers, a red cotton tee, and a lightweight leather jacket. She puts a pair of sunglasses away as she looks about, her expression obviously impressed with the hostel in general. Spying Conni she gives the blond woman a two-fingered salute, "Well. It doesn't look like the gates of Hell opened up through this place. Although from the sounds of it your hallmate either had a really bad night or a really good morning." The door behind Angela opens up and in steps Leif. He pushes a pair of avator sunglasses up to rest on the top of his head. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, a blue Billiabong T-shirt with long sleeves, and running shoes. He lets out a whistle, "Nice place. Where was this when I was down and out." He gives Angela grin as he starts to head to the counter and the staff. He's yet to notice Conni or Aurelie. "It's a pity you missed the party, there was a full blow orgy going on in one of the second floor rooms. After that, I tend not to hear it anymore." Conni smiles and offers Angela a little wave with her paintbrush. "This is Auri's place and her rates are fantastic. In fact, speak of the Devil." She grins as Auri heads past, offering another wave and then watching as she heads over to the common room. Leaving her door open, Conni sets down her paintbrush and heads over to where Auri has chosen to settle. "Hey there Auri, sorry to bother you first thing but I was wondering if I could ask a favor, also I have erm, this." Using her left hand, Conni reaches into a pocket and pulls out a thin envelope which she drops on the sofa next to Auri. "Thanks again for letting me stay, it really is an amazing place you have here."
As Leif arrives, Aurelie cracks a broad grin and laughs, with all the smoky hoarsness of a voice that's just crawled out of bed. "This place was probably still in the clutches of the evil hotel cartel, who think this real estate shouldn't go for less than $500 a night. I'm Aurelie, welcome to Ho'okipa." She offers her hand to Leif, and toasts both him and Angela with her mug. "You guys like coffee? I just put on a pot. That's a lie, somebody I pay made the pot, but it's close enough. And it's good. Conni!" She whoops over at the Nordic blonde-turned-handywoman, "Come have coffee with us. It's too early for being productive." Perching on the arm of the nearest chair, Auri curiously plucks up the envelope from Conni and slides a finger under the seal. "I love having you here, Babe, it's no trouble. What's this?" Let's see if she remembers how to read this early in the morning. "Oh, yeah," she echoes, "It was a full sized orgy coupled with a freakin' horror movie. The crime scene is still a mess, they were all hellfire quick to get pictures, but they can't clean it up yet, not done investigating. I have to go through with air freshener every day." She grins wryly.
Leif cracks a smile at Aurelie, "Probably. But it's all good, It worked out for me in the end. You're the owner. I'm Leif Haugen. I'm a detective. I'm actually looking for someone. I think they might be here or have been. If that coffee offer is still good. I'd love a cup." He gives Conni a nod. "Conni, how are you?" Peter sticks his head out of Lola's door, and glances around. He makes a face and lets out a breath, then simply strides out into the hallway, Lola following shortly afterwards. The young man is stark naked, except for a large bandage wrapped around each thigh. He waves hello to the folks gathering in the central hallway. "Top o'th'mornin' to ye!", he says cheerfully as he goes by. Peter's destination is the kitchen. "Some folks lookin' for coffee, issit?" The young man slows a moment, looking to Conni. "How're you feeling, Conni? Is Volya alright? I kind of passed out at some point. Probably that anticeptic he used."
Aurelie nods to Angela and winks. "I'll bring the air freshener, so you can poke your nose in upstairs without gagging. It's...oh God. I've never seen anything like it. If you can find something out, anything, I'll appreciate the help. So we can get that...ugh. Out of our home. And find out who's responsible." When Leif makes his introduction, Aurelie snaps her fingers, recognition dawning on her face. "I think I've been expecting you! I met your lovely lady on the beach, while I was bitching about being ass-deep in legal alligators. I can show you the room, too. I'd love to know what the hell is going on. And you know, who I can repay for ruining my grand opening party." She snorts, hiding an almost vicious smirk behind her coffee mug. Aurelie nods in playful faux solemnity to Lola, hoisting her cup. "It's a foul addiction, but it's one I've cultivated over many years. Empty energy is better than none, at least. I dig the hoodie, Babe. You good? Not hiding any bandages on you like our boy here, are you?" "Aloha, beach Babe," Aurelie greets Kilia as the surfing beauty arrives. "You got an early start this morning, I didn't even know people were alive at this hour. Thanks for sending me your investigator gentleman friend. It's nice to feel like I have people on my side in this." She wryly grins from face to face, giving a little shrug of the shoulder that just won't stay in the yukata. "Might as well be upfront. I'm somehow a person of interest in this mess. Despite a hundred witnesses being with me the whole time. I smell a rat." Then she peacefully sips her coffee and sighs.
Angela smiles to Killia before turning her attention back to Auri, "Some of that's probably just standard procedure biting you in the backside, something flashy happens and the brass is always hot to make an arrest. I'd love to help out if I can, though. That whole mess sounds like it was pretty intense."
His cheeks have started colouring now, as he is acutely aware of there being far more people awake at this moment than there ought to be. "Sorry, I left my shorts in my room. Don't mind me." Peter looks to Conni a moment, and laughs. "I started having fun once the vomiting stopped. Then it was not fun when it was my turn for that blasted stinging stuff. I uh also appreciated the show." His blush deepens further. "Give me a few minutes for your coffee salvation. And I'm fine, boss lady, none the worse for wear! Scout's honour!" Peter steps into the kitchen, the door open long enough for Lola to follow, should she want.
The blonde hesitates for a moment before finally answering Auri. "There was an incident at the temple yesterday, we were attacked by some grave robbers. I fear I was taking my Lara Croft 'look' just a bit too far. A couple of very smelly, very ugly grave robbers attacked us, they lost." Conni shrugs, at least with her left shoulder. "I was actually going to ask...erm, can you or do you know of someone who can get hold of painkillers and antibiotics, I'd really appreciate it if you can." Looking over to Angela, Conni smiles. "It's a real mess in there, they're still not quite sure what caused the guy to explode like that. I had a word with a Coroner and they're coming up empty." Her grin gets even wider as she looks to Leif. "Oh yes, 'that' moment. It's all for the good though and I'm glad you're looking into things, it was pretty crazy." She waves to Peter as he heads off, the promise of caffein based salvation on the way. Grinning, she offers kilia a wave. "Hey Kilia, good surf today?"
Auri looks over to Leif, bending over to more closely inspect the phone in his hand. "Same question, by the way. What are your rates? You're hired if you're game. I feel like I need all the help I can get." She purses her lips and shakes her head after studying the phone pic. "I'm sorry, I don't recognize her. You want me to ask my channel? It's a lot of people all across the country, I can ask them to share her photo. I can also post her pic here in the hostel, with your number. If she comes here, we'll call you. We see everybody who comes through." "Thanks Peter!" she calls after the man procuring coffee, "You're a doll! Lola, don't let him break himself on anything in there!" And as Lola mentions bloodying up the place, Auri grabs her phone and dictates as she texts, "Remind staff...to get more...cleanser." "It was a great party, until somebody had to go and get exploded at it!" Aurelie says, still giggling at Kilia's 'Lauralee.' "It's Aurelie, but Auri's fine, Kilia. You caught me on my fourth daiquiri at the beach, so it's possible I introduced myself under an alias. I'll say this, though, it was a memorable party, and there's no such thing as bad press, right?" She grins. "You should come by my next one! Or come do one of my shows, show my Angels and Devils how the face of Billabong keeps her look in place through the sun and salt water."
Leif looks over at Aurelie, " No need to put it through your network. She's on the island. BUt I would apperiate the posting." He cchews his lip for a moment, "I've heard stuff about this incident. Normally I'd say 75 but to be honest, this isn't mundane. So I'm going to say 150. That's in response to the fact the lethal level just accelerated. If something needs banashing, you'll have to hire your own people. I'm only so good at that." He looks to Angela, "Sure, no need to compete. I'd rather compare notes." He considers, "Do we have access to the second floor? I'd like to take a look around. I heard about a tital wave." He shrugs, "We probably did. Though I heard one guy hid in the bathroom?"
Peter shuts the kitchen door once Lola is inside, and he nods to her demand. "Have yourself a seat, some grub is coming right up." But first, he sets three coffee machines to brewing. Taking a deep breath of fresh brew, he sets to cooking. "Going to make you my favourite breakfast." Several minutes go by as Peter prepares a plate piled high with scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, and several slices of Texas toast. "Can't go wrong with eggs, toast and bacon.", he says cheerfully, offering her up the plate and utensils. A few moments after that, Peter steps out of the kitchen, with a tray full of mugs, cream and sugar, and two full pots of coffee. "Alright, get your wakeup juice here!"
"Bathtub...with a bottle of THC Vodka, he's probably not one to ask about that evening." Conni grins as she says this, fond memories of a strange man lying back in a bathtub, bottle of vodka in one hand as all hell rained down. "It was a fun party, hey, it was still fun after. Well, I know I had fun. It's not like people were exploding left and right, just the one guy. All the naked people were uninjured I think so it doesn't seem *that* dangerous." This last is directed at Leif, Conni's grin impossibly wide now. She cheers when Peter arrives with the coffee, a low energy, half hearted cheer but a cheer none the less. "Thank you!"
Peter raises an eyebrow at Aurelie's statement. "Twentyfive hundred for the dude's jailing? I'm in the wrong line of work!" Setting the tray and coffee pots down on a small table, Peter looks to the crowd and grins. "Well, enjoy! I'm going to go get dressed now. See you!"
Laughing, she grins to Leif. "Drugs are bad, mmm'k. Proof in the pudding as they say. There was water and lightning and a squishy bursty sexy orgy. I would however, love to know where you heard about the shield maidens, that's a rather detailed description." Turning she looks to Kilia, her head tilting to one side. "Something funny? I don't get it."
"No febreeze," she agrees with Leif, "and you stop by any time I'm here, I'll let you see from the door. Police have everything taped off, but damned if they can stop me from opening the door in my own damn house. But I'm not letting any of my staff do it. I'm already in hot water, what are the police gonna do? Be even -more- interested in me? Pff." She shoots Kilia a sympathetic lopsided grin. "I know the feeling, Kilia Babe. Think about my show, if you want! The girls, and hell, some of the boys, love beauty how-tos. If your contract allows it." She waves after the retreating blonde, then looks over to Conni with a chuckle and a grin. "That's right, you went all Lara Croft." Aurelie watches Conni mouth the world and microscopically inclines her head in understanding. "The graveyards can be a mess, with robbers and things. Glad you're all up and walking and drinking and...Hey! Drinking -without me!-" Aurelie puts on her faux indignation face. "Well, should we show the professionals the shit-show upstairs?" She rises, straightens her yukata, and slugs back the last of coffee #2. Angela nods, "Mostly safe, well, that's good. Ol' yona doesn't owe me a thing so it's mostly just a blade on a pole anyway." At the talk of the grave robbers, "If they looked like a cross between a baboon, a hyena, and a lawyer ... I hate those guys. Otherwise I really need a spotter's guide." She moves to follow everyone upstairs. "This promises to be educational." Angela fishes in her pocket for a digital camera. Leif grins, "It's the cop in me. Never been able to let it go." He shrugs, "Well, I infered. GIrls with wings doing magic. One of them had lighting." Leif grins, "Fair enough. I won't break the police line without permission. Have they called you in yet or declared you an offical suspect?" He grins at Angela's statement, "Everyone hates those guys."
Inside, the room is strewn with plastic evidence numbers and is generally untidy, but not horrifically messy beyond the messy, broken red circle and melted candle stubs in the floor set apart from the large, overstuffed bed. Oh, and the two walls meeting in a corner covered with the dark splatter of ex-human. Criss-crossing police tape bars entry through the doors. "If either of you can get clearance to go in there, it's fine with me. I just don't have any pull with the fuzz." She looks back at Conni, with a wrinkle of her nose. "It smells worse today." Then Aurelie steps back to make way for Angela and Leif to make their professional assessments.
He sas producing a note pad and a pen from a pocket. He starts to exaimne the room and starts to write down details. " Two couples or rather. Two men and two women. The clothing is high end. Two sets of mens and two sets of womens. They were in a hurry. They got messy with their symbols of power. They're intricate but slopply Something, or someobody with great strength crushed the phone. The balony door broke the circle. Several of the candles were tripped over and boot prints." He then finally says, " There's an absence of gore on the bed. It also smells like a highschool boy's locker room and a slaughter house. That means a lot of sweat before the dying."
Taking a deep breath, she tries to calm herself as she listens to Aksel. "Something eating the spirit, I have not heard of that before and I've...well, I've seen a lot in my time." She shakes her head and starts to pace the hallway, doing her best not to look Auri in the eye, the Nordic blonde balling her fist as she watches Leif head off, her brow furrowing and she thinks to herself.
Then, the statuesque redhead turns to Conni, and offers her a luscious half-smile. "Whatever you are, Conni, you're sexy as hell, the finest drinker I know, and my guest and friend. And always full of shocking suprises." She winks, no remorse for that wretched pun. "And your secret is safe with me. Everybody has secrets. I know what it's like to get one exposed when you weren't expecting it, and it sucks ass. So," she turns and looks to Angela and Aksel as well, "Should we all go out to a bar and have a beer for breakfast? We can piece together clues tomorrow." She looks down at herself, still in her yukata and flip flops. "I guess I can put on clothes. UGH." She throws her head back and groans. "Take your time looking at the scene, guys. The input you've given is invaluable."
Pushing off from the wall, Conni turns to face Aksel. "There are worse ways to spend eternity and no, I do not know why he dislikes mead. I'm fifty fifty between a good mead and ale but I'd not turn my nose up at it." Slowly she starts to head off after Auri, letting her wings fade finally as she comes up to her. "Sorry, I'm in pain and quite irritable. I didn't mean to lose my temper and I think a breakfast beer would be a wonderful idea." She smiles as she regards Auri, a smile full of warmth as she regards her host. "It's not like I could fight everyone who showed my cards. I do actually want to relax occasionally and...thank you."
Aksel followed after, eyebrows going up as Aurelie stripped off before she went in to her room. After a few seconds he shrugged and followed the other two down the stairs. "Don't have to explain anything to me. I hear lady on vacation, don't need to hear a lot more." He shrugged at Angela's comment. I might be able to talk someone or other, but I couldn't exactly promise anything. I'm still pretty new here so my contacts aren't exactly solid at the moment." He waved a hand behind him to Aurelie. "See you!" "Breakfast beer. Now I really feel at home, this could end up being a good morning." Letting out a long drawn out sigh, Conni heads down to the bar area, looking to camp out a stool until she is ready to face the day, preferably after much beer. Looking over to Angela, she pats one of the bar stools. "Try marmite and bread, birds back home go crazy for it. You never know..." Looking over to Aksel, Conni actually laughs. "You'll get used to it, there are worse thing to look at. Come on now, join us for breakfast so we can see the day in properly." Angela follows along to the bar and takes a seat, "I swear, everwhere my great-grandfather went and stayed for more than a week at a time he had every crow in the area thoroughly bribed. Pretty sure he had them spying for him too." She nods to Conni, "Except for that one time the worst I typically got was a car wreck. Then again there were only about two thousand people in my home town. Teeny compared to out here." Beer, breakfast and a case ... this could turn out all right. |