[Day: Friday, May 13. Time: 5:00 p.m.] (Friday 13th!) ( How fitting. XD ) (A whole day later, almost!) (stopped the process, it won't be giving me any annoying pop-ups for a while at least. -___-) [It's another HOT day in New Orleans. Everyone's sweating and trying to stay out of the sun. Certainly nobody's out shoveling snow 4 times a day in a blizzard x.x] [You're all at the office, and presumably someone glanced at the headlines and noticed a certain bordello was destroyed in a fire last night, killing everyone inside. Police suspect arson, but have no suspects.] [For your part, apparently Professor Gutenberg was kidnapped by Richard Leblanc. Unfortunately, there's been no leads on that case, either. Today was pretty much fruitless.] [And you're just about to call it a day and lock up when the phone suddenly rings!] [Start] ( gawd this page needs updatin' ) * Michel is lookin' frustrated. It's been a coffee-full day and he's had his hat and coat off all day too... well, when they were in the office, anyway. He lets out a soft groan and reaches over his notes for the phone. * Melanie showed up two hours ago with a trumpet case and put it aside to work on cleaning the office. She'd wearing pretty much the same thing as yesterday, except now she's got on steel-toed boots. (All the better for kicking Michel in the junk.) * Michel picks up the phone, listens, and replies, "Yeah, that's us." * Eric has his nose in a book. Surprise surprise. * Michel blinks, then says, "What's happening with your father?" * Michel grabs his pencil quickly and starts writing, "Satin Room at six-thirty--" and then frowns as he puts the phone down. That was... frantic. "What's going on?" * Melanie puts down the rag she was using to dust. * Michel looks over to Eric, "Miss Leblanc... some other issue has come up with her father." He looks to Melanie. "The case before... that involved us looking for Richard." The guy you were looking for who was kidnapping the other guy, right? Right. Do you really want to get any deeper into this mess? * Michel smiles weakly. "We were hired to, and it's not like we're swimmin' in dough." If we're lucky, everything'll come up aces. "If we're lucky..." * Melanie sighs and rubs at her left temple. "Look, I didn't say anything before 'cause I didn't think you got into this shit every single day, but do you guys have some kinda anti-supernatural kit put together?" ( Hah! ) * Michel shakes his head slightly. "We can get the basics together, but carryin' around everything's not really... there's a lotta stuff out there." "I have a few projects in motion which require...funds..." You can combine things. A pointy iron cross will work well enough against vampires and those other bastards, right? * Melanie waves a hand in the air. "You know, the ones that... don't like iron. Switch out babies, or whatever." * Michel squints a bit, then says, "Uh, yeah, but really, there's just a lot of... stuff. I mean, I'm keepin' the vampire things in the car from now on, that's for sure. We'll build it up." Alright. I'm just saying, take a more military point of view, yeah? And if a client's too risky, it really ain't worth your life. * Michel chuckles slightly and says, "You're probably right, kid. But you do what you can, right?" He reaches over and grabs his hat, putting it on his head. "Let's gather up the gear we've got, and that'll be the start of a kit." ( Michel, roll a 2d6 ) 2d6 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Michel (2d6) and gets 2, a CRITICAL SUCCESS!!! "That was close. One cycle later and you'd have fit nicely into a sandwich." (Well, that'd be good in another system.) [Michel's hat slips off his head!] * Michel looks at the hat and says, "... not a good sign, hat." He bends over and picks it up off the ground. * Michel then puts it back on again, before kit gathering time! (sorry, was distracted with malware disposal -___-) ( ew ) (FF to the cafe, or?) ( I thought you were going to do something :P ) ( FF it is ) [Time: 6:20 p.m.] [You reach the cafe! It seems a pleasant enough place, though completely empty except for the waiter. He's a short old guy with a long nose, and white hair that's long in back, and bald on top. "Welcome.... to the Satin Room.] * Michel nods his head a little. "Yeah. We're here to meet a young woman." * Melanie mutters, "Sound a little more sketchy, why don't you." ["Of course. Life is a series of meetings and partings."] ... yes, I guess. (IGOR) (AHH.) (I did vaguely get that feeling.) (I feel sort of ashamed that it took me until the life platitude to get the reference.) ( :o ) [Anyway, there's no one in the bar except that guy.] ( cafe, not bar. :X ) (Poor man can never pull a proper Gendo - his nose is in the way) * Michel waits a moment, then walks inward and says, "Well, uh, we'll wait for her, then." ( He may be older than Gendo. o: ) ["Of course."] (It's still a classic pose!) * Michel takes a seat at a table, letting out a sigh as he leans back in his chair. [You take seats. And maybe give the waiter orders. He gives you life advice in exchange.] * Eric fussily wipes the table with a kerchief. (Water is listed on the menu as 'the ebb and flow of life's tides'.) ( Misparsed as "Eric fuses with the tablecltoh" >.> ) (Ha ha.) [You sit and wait!] [And ten minutes later are still sitting. And waiting.] * Michel is drinking water and cutting into a salad. WOO SALAD. "I'm just hopin' this is the turnabout we're waitin' for." "Hrmm...? Oh, yes, indeed..." * Melanie has a Shirley Temple but seems to be preoccupied with the cherry stem in her mouth. (It's fun!) [Another ten minutes pass. Time: 6:40] You said the lady was in a rush? * Michel is frowning. He replies, "She said quickly she had to go at the end." Either she's been detained or this is a trap. You might want to leave a note for her and we can get out. She can always run by the office, right? * Eric frowns and looks around, wondering if it's a set-up. * Michel rubs at his neck. "If it's a trap, it's a bad one. We're already here." "Yes, they'd have sprung it by now, surely?" [Time passes! It is now 6:50] "Perhaps we should check at her residence?" (How far away was that?) (I remember looking it where the father lived earlier, vaguely.) ( Uh... I forget. Say 60 mins. ) You could call her house first. Can you recall anything else about the phone call? Any distinctive sounds? There was some noise... nothin' I could figure out... (Unless Brett wants to give me a roll of some sort, haha.) (I'm assuming we still have her number?) (I'd hope so.) (Is there a payphone in the cafe?) ( Mmm... Sure, roll for it. ) ( And yes ) * Eric heads over to the payphone and dials the number. 2d6+4 * Dicesuke throws the bones for Michel (2d6+4) and gets a natural 11 for a result of 15. (Good roll!) * Michel closes his eyes a moment, then shakes his head and says, "Just a door, I think." * Eric talk on the phone briefly, gets a concerned look on his face and then frowns at the phone handset before hanging it back on the hook. * Eric comes back over to the table. "Apparently, 'Miss LeBlanc is resting and does not wish to be disturbed.'" Eric says, eyebrow raised. Yeah. And I'm president. [The paparazzi appears and takes candid photos!] [Ok maybe not.] * Michel stands up and throws money on the table. "Looks like we're goin' there after all." "I suppose we'd better. * Melanie stands and stretches. ( So, um.... ) * Michel heads out of the place, leaving a quick note as Melanie suggested just in case _that_ was a cover. ( I know we didn't do much tonight, but it's a good place to end, and I have to get up early tomorrow. :x ) (Aham.) (Okay) ( Sorry. At least we got you back on track ) (Sorry I got distracted at the start there. ^^;;) ( It's cool. Computer problems suck. ) (Yup) ( Oh, um ) [The waiter bows as you leave. "Farewell.... until we meet again."] [End]