http://gryphon.sandwich.net/logs/alogisfinetoo.txt <@Brett> [Date: Friday, April 15th. Time: 2:00 p.m. Location: Outside the Musee d'Orsey, Paris, France] <@Brett> [You were supposed to got to Hong Kong today, but aftera brutal reminder that Alysha's still being chased by the remnants of a dead, but powerful, psychic, She decided it was best to focus on dealing with that instead. The only problem is how? .................. Also she brought you to a quiet park outside the museum for some reason.] <@Brett> [Start!] (How long is this since the last session?) <@Brett> ( 90 mins ) * Sonia has a metal briefcase and a sullen look, because she has yet to find any useful way to do anything. * Montana had no idea since *before* this point. He's near Sonia, hands hooked in his pockets and looking around. Maybe for more psychic whatsits. * Shiho is standing next to Alysha, keeping an eye out for... more psychic attacks? Keeping an eye out, anyway. <@Brett> [Shiho spots an unspeakable horror approaching the group!] <@Brett> [It's a mime. He stumbles back suddenly as though he just walked into an invisible wall.] * Gordo is tapping away at his tablet. "In case anybody's forgotten, the internet is useless." As in you can't connect, or as in no info? Yeah, that's why I leave it to the professionals. * Shiho rolls her eyes at the mime. No info that makes any sorta right sense ta me. * Nigel fumbles with something in his suit pocket. "Have we decided what route we are taking for this? I could contact a fae... but... well there are good reasons to avoid that option." Yeah? Never dealt with any fae. Far as I know. * Sonia tilts her head a moment, and brings up her free hand to her temple for a moment. She then murmurs, "'bout time," before turning her head away from the others and starting to talk, but nobody can hear her. <@Brett> [Meanwhile the mime feels around the air as though he was feeling around a wall. He finds a doorknob, opens the non-existant door, walks through, and closes it behind him.] * Montana turns his attention to Sonia briefly, then goes back to paying attention to Nigel. More or less. * Nigel nods. "They are experts at making you owe them. If they do a favor for you, you owe them and you really don't want to owe them... We would be dealing with the summer court, so it is unlikely that any of us will end up dead, but the summer court can force us to do things that we may want to avoid just as much... The only chance I think we have is to try to get them to ask us for a favor up * Nigel front and then maybe we can just arrange an exchange." So basically, we do something short term instead of owin' 'em long term? But this is a big favor that we are asking... So they will want a lot in return. (Swap those.) * Nigel nods to Montana. <@Brett> [Alysha, for her part, is ignoring the mime. She's pacing back and forth, thinking outloud: "So we call the fae, we kidnap Julienne, or.... Hmmm..."] * Sonia looks good and surprised for a moment, then continues talking. <@Brett> [The mime realizes nobody's paying attention to him, then goes off to distract small children.] <@Brett> [The mime was actually Thor and could have given you an EpicGodLevel Weapon but you missed your chance.] * Sonia continues talking for about a minute or so, and then suddenly says, "--ay." She looks around at the group, then says, "And I thought I was being quiet." Small pause, then, "Uh... I've got a line on that Herman guy." No good options... what's least bad? (switch) Although we'll be waiting a few minutes on it. * Montana looks at Sonia for a second, then says to Gordo, "Maybe that." <@Brett> [Alysha looks up at that. "Seriously?"] * Sonia rubs her head firmly, then says, "Don't fucking ask me _how_. I thought it was a long shot that was going to do research for a week or something. But no, he just fucking has his number or some shit." Never underestimate Volt, I guess. Jesus. * Nigel nods. "That is good news." ... Well, calling people usually works. * Nigel nods. "So who is going to make the call?" <@Brett> [Alysha frowns. "But I've been trying to get in contact with him my whole life!"] * Sonia exhales upwards, then says, "Guess you didn't know who to ask. Volt'll hit me back in a few. Hopefully the words are good." * Montana says to Alysha, "Sounds like it was a shot in the dark, anyway." He n'I go way back. (Swap those!) (So much swapping. ^^) Huh. Good on yer. <@Brett> ( Sorry, some talkings going on ) * Sonia holds up a finger, then touches her temple again and suddenly is talking without noise again. * Montana shrugs at the others. It's Sonia. That'd been handy t'have back in the R.A.F. * Sonia frowns a touch, head barely turning to look at Nigel for a moment. * Nigel looks up at Sonia. <@Brett> [Alysha looks from Sonia to Nigel, then back.] * Sonia talks for a minute and change in silence, then shakes her head and looks to everyone. "Herman's in, uh, Winter Court lands doin' his wizard thing. That's fae shit like you were talking about, Nigel, yeah?" * Gordo looks at Nigel. "Wrong elves innit?" * Nigel sighs and loooks at Sonia "Yes." And then Gordo. "And Yes." Yeah. Great. I... guess we'll go to the winter court. That's not something I wanted to do. * Shiho sighs. "More weird magic things." * Sonia shifts her suitcase. "Gave me directions and indicators and shit, but they don't mean a fucking thing to me. But they'll probably help you and whoever the fuck helps you get us there." We're gonna need him, though, right? T'help the boss and... other things. * Nigel shakes his head. "It's going to be fine... um... Here's the thing... If we get in trouble... I mean like in real trouble. Use cold iron. " ... well, yeah, none of you could hold hot iron. Is that like special iron or somethin'? <@Brett> [Alysha looks at Gordo. "Elves aren't exactly fae. They're more... grounded. They live at the North Pole." She looks at everyone. "I thought everbody knew that."] Can you hook us up? S'forging thing. (Swap Montana and Alysha there. ^^) * Nigel nods to Alysha. "I think Gordo was being slightly facetious." * Nigel also nods to Montana. So much nodding. He reaches into his quiver and pulls out 4 cold iron bolts. "Here... You may want to hide these... And if they try to take them away... let them... It's not worth risking an incident." * Nigel hands one to Gordo, Shiho, Montana and Sonia. * Montana takes one and looks at it, like, 'am I supposed to stab someone with this or something?' looking. * Sonia looks over her glasses. "So... uh, you want us to hold on to these weapons, and give them away if they ask." I guess I can stab someone with this? * Shiho takes it and tucks it into her braid so that it won't fall out * Gordo takes it and eyes the bolt head to see if he can take it apart so he's not walking around with a crossbow bolt in his pocket. * Nigel shrugs. "Stab them in the eye if you need to... Or melt them down and turn them into bullets." Yeeeeeeah. Hey, Alysha, can you hook us up with cold iron bullets at all? Hopefully you will not need them... <@Brett> ["I can, but not quickly," says Alysha.] * Sonia shrugs and puts the crossbow bolt in her suitcase hand. "So how we gettin' there? Doubtin' I get to drive." * Montana slips the bolt up an inner sleeve. <@Brett> ["That's a good question," says Alysha. "We could try Ambal, but I'm not sure this is something he's experienced with."] Y'need a modified plane t'fly in the Arctic circles. Doubt we'll find one'n France. Know where we *could* find one? * Nigel sighs. "I could... contact them, but we would have to make some sort of deal with the fae to get us there." <@Brett> ["Doesn't matter, a plane won't get you to the Unseelie lands," says Alysha. "Unless it's a magic plane."] (Swap those!_ <@Brett> [Alysha glances at Nigel, then rubs her chin. "Transportation wouldn't be too expensive.... probably...."] * Nigel nods. "It's true." * Gordo shrugs. <@Brett> [Alysha nods. "Alright. You handle it, Nigel. You've got more experience than me; all I've got is second hand knowledge from a fairy. Just be careful how you word things, or we might get transported a thousand miles from our destination."] * Nigel produces a circle of brambles from his pocket. It is about the size of a small crown. He sighs and holds it out in front of him, looking directly through it and concentrating. "I call upon the unseelie court in a time of need. Nigel Winthrop would like to make a deal; heed my call." * Gordo idly hids his cold iron bolt behind himself as he's fairly certain he'd just cut himself if he tried to slip it up his sleave. <@Brett> [The face of an extraordinarily beautiful woman appears in the mirror. She's got pale white skin with a slight blue tinge, deep blue eyes, long, straight black hair, ruby-red lips, and seems to be wearing a high-collared noblewoman's dress from straight out of the 1600s. "Nigel! How pleasant it is to hear from you again."] (what mirror?) (The crown turned into a mirror?) (That'd be sweet.) (Yes) (Kind of) (Imagine a mirror of air) (Like it isn't made of glass or metal. But the circle of brambles act as a sort of communication mirror) * Nigel smiles. "Radella. Always a pleasure." <@Brett> [She smiles a smile of perfect white teeth and lightly brushes her hair behind one pointed ear. "The pleasure is all mine. What can I do for you? I understand you wish to make some kind of deal?"] (I'm selling these fine leather jackets....) * Nigel nods. "We require some transportation to [insert the coordinates that Sonia got and has presumably passed on here]. What would it cost me to transport six of us there?" (I got a watch. You interested?) (I have a bracelet, earrings, and sunglasses.) <@Brett> [Radelle grins brightly. "Direct and to the point, I see. Yes, I certainly could transport you there for the right price..... I don't suppose your firstborn is an option?"] * Nigel laughs. "No. But I am flattered that you are so impressed with my genes." <@Brett> [She grins wider. "As I thought. Well then. There are six of you, four of you have colorful eyes.... How about it? Four eye colors for six people? You get two for free. Certainly that sounds enticing, no?"] (Shiho is grateful for her super dark eyes.) (I have blue eyes! They're pretty great.) (I don't have real eyes.) (how would that even work) (Fae.) (Or maybe she's not including you.) (I am attempting to write a counter offer) (Hazel, because partly expressed alleles are awesome) (Pass it by your magic!lawyer first.) <@Brett> ( I think I may not have ever said what color Alysha's eyes were. ) <@Brett> ( Probably green though ) * Nigel sighs. "Just the color. Not our sight, right?" <@Brett> [Oddly enough, none of the passers-by seem at all concerned at what you're doing. Magic is great, innit?] * Montana blinks. He looks like he wants to ask something, then stops because what if the lady in the mirror starts talking to him? <@Brett> [Radelle nods. "Of course, dear. Just the color. Everyone but the woman with the clockwork and your own drab greys. No offense, of course."] <@Brett> [Alysha frowns. "I don't like this. These aren't my eye colors to give."] * Nigel nods. "None taken, of course. Allow me a moment to discuss this with my associates?" Yeah, but she ain't gettin' em back. <@Brett> ["Certainly, dear."] <@Brett> [Alysha frowns deeper, but doesn't say anything.] (Aw man, I got included.) (You sure did.) * Nigel puts down the bramble circle and turns to Alysha, Gordo, Montana and Shiho. "They aren't my eyes, so it is up to you guys. Keep in mind... your eyes will not look natural. They will likely be clear." This don't include color blindness, does it? * Nigel shakes his head. "I will make sure your vision is untouched. " Can't get 'em modded back ta normal can we? What the hell does 'clear' mean? People will be able to see into my head? They'll be white? If your eyes ain't got no pigment, they go red. Blood in the back. * Nigel nods. "I will ask her to clarify." * Sonia seems mostly unconcerned. Makes sense, unless it's magic in somethin' or other. Ugh. Hey, everyone'll think you got cybers. * Nigel shakes his head. "I don't like this either." Figure I'll grab contacts if I gotta, but... <@Brett> ["Unless the color of the blood behind gets taken, too," says Alysha.] * Gordo snorts. "Maybe I'll invest in 'em after we're done." This is goin' a bit above and beyond, ain't it. Never considered giving up my eye color before. Hope there's somethin' nice at the end of all of this. * Nigel shrugs. "Fae don't exactly take easy exchanges." Yeah, I *gathered* that, thanks. (s/gathered/figured) * Nigel nods. * Nigel shrugs. "Um... what should I tell her? Besides confirming the specifics?" If you think this is the best deal we're gonna get, I'm gonna trust you. I'll still *have* my eyes, and they'll work just as good. We turn this down, she asks for something worse is how it goes, right? * Nigel nods. "I am open to suggestions, but it's going to be hard to get her to bargain into something else. And it will probably be just as bad." * Nigel nods to Gordo. "We aren't in a really good bargaining position." I guess it's fine. <@Brett> [Alysha sighs. "I don't like it, but.... I guess it's not as bad as it could have been."] * Nigel looks to Shiho, locking eyes with her for a couple moments before nodding solemnly and picking up the brambles. "We need some clarification." <@Brett> [Radelle smiles sweetly. "Yes, Nigel, dear?"] * Nigel nods. "Okay. First of all the deal is for no vision alteration. No color blindness, no blindness, no weirdly altered vision. Their vision stays exactly the same. You just get the pigment of the eyes." * Montana looks at Shiho, concerned. 'You okay?' he mouths. <@Brett> [She nods. "Of course, dear."] * Nigel smiles. "Just making sure we are clear. The second question is what will their eyes look like afterwards?" <@Brett> ["They'll be clear, as I stated," says Radelle.] * Nigel nods. "Yes. But what does that mean? Does that mean they will appear red because of the blood behind the eyes or does it mean they will appear white? What would it look like?" * Shiho points at her eyes, shrugs, and mouths back, "Useless vanity." * Nigel looks back at Shiho for a minute and sighs before looking back at Radelle. <@Brett> ["Your eyes will be likened unto white, yes. As I've said, I want the colors."] * Nigel nods. "Occasionally people get their features genetically modified. Would it be possible for them to genetically modify their eyes to be colored again?" * Montana smiles a touch back at Shiho and pulls a good old-fashioned lighter from his pocket, flicking it open. He points at the red flame, then indicates Shiho's eyes, before closing it. (s/red/orange-red) <@Brett> [Radelle takes the opportunity to examine her perfect red nails, as if disinterested in the question. "What you do with your eyes afterwards is of no concern to me."] 2d6+11 * Shiho covers her mouth to stifle a laugh. * Montana grins. Mission accomplished! * Sonia glances to Shiho and Montana's interplay and continues looking about as bored as Radelle does. * Nigel nods. "So it would be possible to recolor them, then?" <@Brett> ["I suppose so."] * Nigel nods and looks back at everyone else for confirmation. * Gordo nods. * Shiho nods once she notices; it takes a second. * Montana nods, not trusting himself to actually say something. The lighter has since disappeared. * Nigel looks to Alysha. <@Brett> [Alysha hesitates, looking at everyone. She bites her lip and nods slowly.] * Sonia exhales slowly and rubs her neck, before looking at the others and shrugging just a little. (Gordo's mental note: When not hiding cold iron from fey, make actuall note to charge Alysha extra for getting eyes fixed after saving timeline from nonsense) (YES.) * Nigel nods and looks back to Shiho for a second locking on her eyes and sighs and mouths 'I'm sorry.' then turns back around. "Okay. So no alteration to their natural vision, they will have eyes that appear to be something close to white, and will be able to later gene mod them back to whatever color they wish, correct?" <@Brett> [Radelle nods. "Correct."] * Nigel nods. "That is acceptable." <@Brett> [Radelle nods, and a blue mist rises from the mirror, encircling you all. The passers-by don't seem to notice, though. "You're a shred one, Nigel Winthrop," says Radelle as the mist begins to block out the surroundings. "I do hope you will contact me again. I would enjoy making a further deal with you." She grins widely. "Perhaps when you need to leave?"] (s/shred/shrewd?) <@Brett> ( Right ) * Nigel shakes his head. "I hope that we will not be in need of your services for that, Radelle. But I will be sure to contact you if we are." It was a pleasure doing business. <@Brett> [The mist dies down, and you're on the side of a mountain. And in a foot of snow. It seems to be night all of a sudden, but the sky contains so many stars (far, far more than there should be) that light isn't too much of a problem. Also, it's COLD.] <@Brett> [Radelle's visage is gone from the brambles.] * Nigel puts the brambles away and quickly looks at everyone's eyes, starting with Shiho. * Gordo curses, drops the bolt, and zips up his bomber jacket. * Montana looks around. "Maybe we shoulda-" He shudders and wraps his coat around himself, zipping it up. "Jesus, it's fuckin' COLD." * Shiho curses loudly in Japanese, something about syphilitic whores and donkeys. * Sonia has sunglasses. Awww yeah. She looks around and kicks the snow at her feet lightly. "Yeah, just a touch, boy." <@Brett> [Sure enough, everyone sans Sonia and Nigel now has clear, pale Irises.] ( We're 5,000 miles from anything, it's dark, and I'm wearing sunglasses.) <@Brett> ( Or just irises. Only Iris has Irises ) (So we have our pupils, but not the irises?) (Hit it.) (... she took their IRIS color?) (Just that? That is a little wacky.) (It's gonna look like they all have small, beady eyes.) (beeeeeeady) <@Brett> ( Yep ) * Montana rolls his eyes at Sonia. "You're a bitch sometimes, y'know that?" he says to her, not without affection. "How're my eyes?" * Nigel nods and looks around, shivering for some sort of entrance. * Sonia smiles just a bare touch, looks at them, then shrugs. "Small little black middle, ton of white around it. Probably scare little children." <@Brett> [Around you is a forest of snow-covered evergreens. But on a hill not far away is a log cabin, with smoke coming from the chimney and light drifting from a window.] * Nigel takes off his jacket and tosses it to Shiho and then points at the cabin. "P-pretty sure that's where we need to go. " <@Brett> [Alysha rubs her bare shoulders. "Then let's hurry before we freeze to death!"] Bollux to freezing to death with mad eyes. * Nigel nods and heads up the hill. * Gordo starts to hurry thataway without bothering to pick up the bolt he dropped. * Sonia picks up the bolt Gordo dropped, because she sensed it, and shakes her head as she heads off, suitcase still in hand. <@Brett> [You head towards the cabin, but the session ends before you can get there.] * Montana deadpans, "Great, sounds useful." He pulls gray gloves from his pockets and puts them on while he starts trudging through the snow up to the cabin. * Shiho grabs the coat and puts it on as she hurries off with everyone. (Move session end to after that stuff!) <@Brett> ( lawls ) <@Brett> [Session END! Ban Teemo.]