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Periodic Tenancy [Sal + Brides]
Topic Started: Dec 18 2012, 03:10 PM (179 Views)
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Scene Proposal: Salvador tracks down Natasha, Dana and Whiskey to talk about what went down in the Undercity. He finds them in the midst of a rambunctious wake (at Bill's Gambling Hall) to celebrate unlife after laying the remains of their once friend to rest. The three Brides who went down have spoken little of what Trina had become, and concentrated more on the Trina they knew and rode with. And while Killjoy dampens their spirits a tad with his presence, he affords them a release valve to speak freely without fear of tarnishing that idealized reputation among the greater brides.

(Will also accept a counter-proposal for a Sal+Brides scene if this one doesn't make sense, Danny.)
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I like the idea of a sort of wake a lot; the three Brides you know are currently all that's left in the city, so they'd probably be speaking freely anyway. Bill's is a good venue, too; the rougher side of town, and the Brides know they can eat there on Antoine's dime for the time being.
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"Private party? I believe you'll want Drai's, sir," the waitress didn't spend much time giving Salvador directions, her tray laden with drinks presumably for those spending cash at the tables. He followed her directions back through the main lounge and downstairs to the underground nightclub, past the black "whiteboards" with their neon markered scribblings that proclaimed there was, in fact, a private party tonight.

Not for the first time Salvador wondered what Antoine's fascination with the underworld was. "Nope, not on the list," the wearing-sunglasses-while-indoors bouncer informed him before he could gain entrance.

"It may, I may be under Killjoy." Salvador grimaced as he said it, and then did so a bit deeper when he was in fact waved through. Some classic rock song about horses and deserts spilled across his ears as his eyes adjusted to the nightclub lighting. Leather chairs and bookshelves oddly lined the seating areas outside of the dance floor.

He looked for any one of the three people he would know, though he was hoping to see Natasha first. Well, he was really hoping not to see Whiskey first, but that was mostly the same thing.
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"Alright, alright, come on guys, one more." Whiskey hoists a full bottle of Jack over the din, and a bevy of cheers erupts from the crowd. It's an odd mix, to be sure; the Brides are all there, as well as a few of the lowest-level Unaligned and Carthian Kindred, but the majority of those present seem to be Kine. Some wear the rough leather of the outlaw motorcycle clubs, others the patched denim and pyramid studs of punk kids, even others the worn-down suits of luckless gamblers. Everyone, even the Kindred, hold shotglasses in their respective hands, and Whiskey makes the rounds with his bottle, nodding to each guest in turn. "Sometimes, life gets you by the balls," he begins to philosophize as he pours. "And sometimes, life pulls like a motherfucker. But whattaya do? You grab life right back, and ya pull even harder! You take no shit!" Assorted cries of "Hell yeah!" and "Damn straight!" answer him.

Dana is standing with the crowd, nodding agreement, when she notices Killjoy slink through the doors of the room. "Well shit, look who showed up," she says as she nudges Natasha, who cranes her neck to follow Dana's finger. The other Bride, on recognizing the new arrival, appears a bit startled for a moment, then goes up to the bar and grabs another shotglass, running it under Whiskey's font on her way back. She returns to Dana, shows her the extra glass, and the two go up to Salvador.

"So, guess you made it. Tasha figured you deserved an invite after what went down. But hey, we're about to toast," and she offers him the shot.
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"I did, and I appreciate the invitation." He isn't slow to take the glass, fingertips brushing along Dana's as holds then raises it. "Um, Fuck yeah?" He attempts, hoisting it even a bit further when he notices Whiskey looking his way. "I'm glad you seem to be holding up, after..."

He takes in the liquid in the shot glass, almost sizing it up. "Not that I should have expected anything different, just... That whole affair isn't what I expected."
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Whiskey continues his speech as the three Kindred converse in the back of the room. "Well, life just gave us a fuckin' twist. Our President, you all knew her, Trina, she got herself into trouble she couldn't handle. She got rolled, and we don't know who or what's to blame. But she's gone, and she ain't comin' back." The crowd quiets, but still murmurs; "Trina? She was hard as shit, man." is overheard, and that seems to be the general sentiment of those assembled.

Dana shrugs, but it seems to be more an expression of exhaustion rather than apathy. "Yeah, well, that makes two of us. I mean, Tasha, I shoulda listened better to you, but I thought... Didn't know how fucked up the changes actually made her. I thought she'd listen to something before she started blastin' us, at least."
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"Something listened." Killjoy asserts, his voice dropping in an effort to avoid being overheard. "I'm just not so sure it was Trina. You both noticed the two voices, yes?" His question is abruptly cut off as two latecomers to the event pass by toward the main bar. The second of the two men veers a little too close on his way by, shoulder connecting with Salvador's and sending the smaller man back a step as he tries not to spill the shot. "Watch it buddy," is the gruff voice of the rider.

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Dana appears unperturbed by the new arrivals, focusing instead on Killjoy's concerns. "Yeah, thought that was weird, but I thought the pile of fucking corpses was a little more important at the time. So much shit going on down there, hard to tell what actually mattered. All of it probably just parts of the same crazy, is what I think. You got another guess?"

Tasha, on the other hand, nods at Killjoy and then breaks off to address the new guys. "Look, Cliff, if you show up late to something like this, don't get pissed if other people get in your way. He's with us tonight." Looking at the other, "Francis, why don't you get a couple shots from Whiskey? You haven't missed the toast yet."
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Francis offer a short nod, and presses off to do just that, plucking two double-shot glasses from the bar and hoisting them before the unofficial MC. "Fill 'er up, Whiskey-dick," he says with the smirk of a friend used to cursing and being cursed at in turn.

Back with the girls, Salvador eyes Cliff while Tasha speaks. Unlike the gathering at the Bellagio, Salvador doesn't seem to shrink in on himself. "Honest mistake," he offers tensely, with a tone that seems to say unless you want to make it otherwise. A betting man would still see the odds heavily in Cliff's favor should anything go down, but maybe that trip underground had added a few vertebrae to Salvador's spine. Or maybe he just still had that shotgun hidden away somewhere.

"Yeah, honest mistake, Tasha." Cliff holds Salvador's gaze before before accepting the mollification, looking back to her and grinning. "I'm just here to pay respect."
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"Comin' right up, Francine," Whiskey responds in kind to the new arrival. "Glad you bastards finally made it! Lemme guess, traffic was bad?" he says in playful mocking. Francis rolls his eyes and laughs off the insult to his driving skills, then returns to the Kindred in the back.

"We all are, man," Dana addresses Cliff. "Yeah, she got slammed, but she was a good rider and good Prez before that. You hear the man," gesturing to Whiskey, "sometimes shit just happens. We're rollin' with it, drinkin' it off."

Whiskey seems to be finishing his speech now. "But we ain't here to bitch about getting beat! Hell no! We're here to drink a toast to the life and times of a badass Bride, someone who wouldn't have wanted it any other way. So get loaded tonight, then drive out and make her proud. Ain't no use having a life if you're gonna be a pussy about it. Ain't no use."

He lifts his shotglass, and the rest of the Brides and the larger crowd follow. "To Trina!" and "To Trina!" is the reply. Everyone drains their glass in one gulp, the Kindred perhaps wincing more than the Kine, but none of them throw up the liquor. At least, not yet.
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Salvador steadies himself with a deep breath before offering a quiet "For Trina." The glass goes to his lips and he tips back, scrunching one eye shut and wincing at the taste. With a thunk, he sets the empty glass atop the nearest table among some other mostly gone and abandoned drinks, though he keeps his fingers on it so it doesn't get taken away by any waitstaff in case there's another round.

"Parts of the same crazy," he mimics Dana's earlier words when the three have another few seconds alone. "That's what I'm worried about. What if it wasn't random? What if something did that to Roache and Trina?"

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Dana coughs after taking her shot, and the attentive eye might notice small flecks of blood on the wrist she brings up to cover her mouth. Wiping it on the leg of her jeans, she eyes Killjoy curiously. "Yeah, 'same crazy.' So you're worried about the two voices thing, like somebody mindjacked them or something?" She pauses. "Trina was a Lord before all this shit went down, have no idea about Roache. Didn't pay much attention to that shitstain, to be honest. You hear weird stuff from him, then?"
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He nods at the question, pausing to answer as another biker says a quick hello to the two women. When he's out of earshot Salvador continues. "Yeah, like something else just came in and started pulling his strings. Mindjacked." He tests the word, "That's a good term." He takes special care to glance around and make sure no one is slipping toward them for the next part. "What if the Winnowing did more then just shuffle up our hands. What if we've also lost part of ourselves, and gained part of something else? Something dormant."
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"You never heard mindjacked? Shit, that's what everyone called it in Detroit when the Lord capes started whipping their dicks around." Dana greets the newcomers before returning to the conversation, "Damn, better crowd than I thought tonight."

She looks confused at Killjoy's hypothesis. "Like what? If something that big and bad was hangin' around town before it happened, don't you think someone woulda seen it? I mean, I don't know the woojie stuff, but I seen Dragons go like bikers to free booze when they think something's up."
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"You mean the Dragons currently in the middle of a civil war between the Bastard and Nash?" He shakes his head in doubt. "When's the last time you saw any of them paying attention to anything else? Nash is scrambling for any finger-hold that can keep him relevant, and Harper sees the Winnowing as the greatest boon he's ever got."

He looks to the other woman, hoping she might be more on his side. "Tasha, is that what you think - that Trina just snapped? I've heard my own rumors about the Lords in the Estate who lose it over the years, but that quick? I'm worried it's not that simple."
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"Eh, you're just pissy that Harper's been yankin' your chain," she responds, but as she thinks through Sal's line of reasoning, she shakes her head in noncommittal agreement. "Guess they have been busy. Still, how much time can a pissing contest actually take? And it's not like they were fighting before the thing, so they still could have seen it coming..."

Tasha, as expected, does lend more credence to Killjoy's arguments. "Nah, Trina's juice hadn't spoiled anywhere near yet. To be fair, 's far as I know no other Lord's had something like this happen to her, but... I don't know." She turns to Dana, "D, you don't ride up and down the country without seeing some weird shit. Before my Eyes went, caught some crazy spirits, some that got in peoples' Shine," and she gestures around herself to indicate what a more erudite Kindred would call an Aura. She looks back at Killjoy, "We shouldn't rule something like this out, if you got good reasons for it."
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"I don't have any good reasons yet, just ... worries." He turns his head at the sound of a commotion, hoots and cheers surrounding two revelers stripping off their jackets to clamp hands for an old fashioned arm-wrestle. A girl with cleavage you could drown in puts her hand over theirs, "Three... Two... One... Go!" She lets go on the down-count, and the two go at it, muscles bulging and brows furrowed with effort.

"I heard there may be something going on with the Wynn. Probably just bee-ess, but it's a place to start. Ariadne actually said she go too if you wouldn't mind working with her again."
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"The Wynn? That old ghost story?" Dana laughs and beckons a guest, one of the gambler types, from the bar. "Hey Charlie, you're in a game with old man Wynn, right? I think Jacky played with you guys once or twice."

Charlie pulls himself upright in an attempt at class, but the wrinkles and stains on his suit mostly defeat his purpose. "Indeed, Miss DiTomasso. The proprietor of the establishment has a penchant for poker, although his skills leave much to be desired."

She responds, "Yeah, Jacky said he was losing money hand over foot. You heard anything about the ghost in his hotel? Sounds like some stunt for the place so he can get more cash."

The gambler nods. "While I do not claim to be familiar with supernatural creatures, I find it highly unlikely that some spirit would have taken residence in the Wynn. Those with an attraction to the macabre might find such a story attractive in their choice of accommodations, I suppose."

Dana turns to Killjoy, "I mean, everybody knows about it. Don't think anything real would have gotten out of the bag like that."
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He nods, not entirely surprised by the details. "You're probably right. Then again, hoax and publicity stunt are two pretty common cover-ups these days." He extends a hand to the gambler, "Salvador by the way, nice to meet you Charlie. I don't suppose you could get someone else into one of those games?"
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Dana shrugs, but when Sal asks about the game, she snarks, "Thought you weren't into that anymore, Killjoy."

Charlie ignores the nickname as he straightens his wrinkled tie and sizes Salvador up. There's a pause, but he must like what he sees (or figure the man as a new mark), as he responds, "Mister Wynn makes a habit of frequenting one of the $500/$1000 no-limit tables at his casino on a somewhat regular basis. The game in question occurs every Thursday night at 2200 sharp. Of course, this sort of high-stakes play requires a considerable bankroll. The minimum buy-in is $25000, although if you wish to be competitive, I'd recommend at least 100 times the big blind, or $100000." Turning to Dana, he gives a half smile, "Jacky only had those resources a couple of times, after his luck at the Horseshoe. It is a shame, as I enjoyed playing with him there. He seemed to have a sort of... magnetism about him, if not the best head for odds. Shouldn't he be here tonight?"

She scratches the back of her neck, evasive. "Jacky... got into some trouble. He's meeting the guy to sort it out, so don't worry. I'm sure he'll be around town."
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Salvador doesn't bust Dana out on the question of Jacky, though he's clearly curious as to the man's state himself. At her warning about gambling, it does seem to give him pause. "Perhaps you're right. I'd try and make sure I walked out with only as much as I walked in, but perhaps avoiding the temptation altogether is safer. Especially on a lead which probably goes nowhere." He looks at Charlie again, still considering, the shakes his head. "Perhaps we can find another avenue to explore at this Pool night. I still think it's worth digging deeper."
Edited by Holy, Jan 24 2013, 02:08 PM.
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