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Last night, several people reported the sighting of a "screaming red monster" in a quiet neighbourhood of Ealing. After a power shortage in the area, a building caught fire. It was then when, what was described as a "man shaped, footless creature" emerged from the flames, leaping, running, and screaming. One woman has told our reporters that the man had "teeth like a wolf, and the face of the devil". Police officers are still trying to get to the bottom of this; neither the power shortage nor the fire have still been explained. A spokesperson from Scotland Yard has stated that the "so called monster" might be a wounded person, escaping the fire.

TRAGEDY IN TOOLEY STREET
The police has found the bodies of three TFL workers in the construction site at Tooley Street. One of their colleagues raised the alarms last week, when the three workers didn't attend their shifts. The bodies of the men have been found in a deep hole, uncovered by the refurbishment works that are taking place in the area. According to the Police, the bodies were horribly mutilated, which has led to the wildest speculations. The names of the three workers are being kept anonymous, following the wishes of their families.

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MARCH 8 - PISCES
You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
Echoes from the past ring back into London. Their intensity increases until they are deafening. What once was a faded memory of a glorious time, now becomes a shocking reality. The consequences of actions taken decades ago ripple into the present, altering the lives of everybody in the City. Unguided and blind, Kindred wander around, trying to make profit out of the reigning chaos.


The appearance of four mysterious figures turned the city upside down. Mistrust and jealousy became the official currency of London. Serpents and fiends rise to power, misdirecting the blaming eyes of the Camarilla towards imaginary enemies. Only those with clear vision and the ability to trust each other strive, while the rest run towards a shallow grave.



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Strange things have been going on in the Hither Green Cemetery in the Garden of Remembrance. South East London has been growing unquiet of late. Pets have been disappearing, as have homeless people. Officials have no explanation as to why. No bodies have been found and there has been no upsurge of crime reported to the police.

But there has been a surge in Urban Legends in the area. There are those who claim that the shadows of Hither Green Cemetery move at night. The Whovian slogan “count the shadows” has recently been spray painted across one of the external walls. Several old residents refer to a time during the Second World War; they claimed that those who hid within the cemetery during the blitz were never seen again. They called it “the bombing cloud” and said that when the city went dark for fear of the bombs, anyone in the park would never be seen again. Now those oldsters claim that the Bombing Cloud has returned, perhaps awoken by the recent terrorist activities in the city.

But the old folks in the local neighborhood have begun to refuse to leave their homes at night. Claiming the bombing cloud occurs only on the darkest nights, and that during the blitz bodies were found drained of blood, their hearts, lungs and organs eaten away by some horrible thing. Police have so far refused to investigate because there have been no official missing persons reported. They consider it mere local superstition.
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As she reached the antechamber, Franca took a look around, but could not see anything more than the filthy traces of the dogs. And three shadowy corridors, of course, because if you're chasing a mysterious something, destiny dictates you -must- find multiple entrances...

"We have little choice but explore them one by one" she said, walking towards the closest entrance, her left hand holding the flashlamp and her right one ready on the handle of her dagger.

"These alcoves seem empty... for what I can see, at least".

If Margo was still with her, she'd wait for her to observe the place with her sharper senses, while keeping close and ready to react. If the alcoves were actually empty she'd walk through the corridor.
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Margo Moreau
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...which is exactly what Margo did. She glanced back at Franca and whispered "Stay close, okay?"

Margo went up to each corridor, and used her [Heightened Senses] to take a long look and listen down each one, both with and without shining a torch down them. She also would take time to inhale a long sample of the air to see what she might smell.

Margo was nervous, and now that they were underground she was not as worried about the sound of gunshots. She had her Glock in one hand, and her Maglite in the other.
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Clarice Harris
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Just like in the movies, they had to choose one of the paths. The only difference being - movie characters usually split up for catastrophic, but how spectacular results. Clarice was looking out for any potential danger that might come from the corridors recently checked by Margo. Those beasts already proved they're capable of catching them off guard, this time she wanted to have their backs covered. Anything trying to approach them would meet with her hammer and dagger
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After arriving in the antechamber Max had a look round. All that filth down here, that was disgusting. He wouldn´t want to keep dogs, and certainly not of that size. Animals produced far too much filth for his taste. No matter how often you cleaned up, it was never really clean with animals around.

There were three exits, and they didn´t look too inviting. Margo was the one who could check them out best. So Max waited for Margo to come down and have a look.
He was better suited for being backup, and so he took his big dagger out.
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The only sound was the faint dripping of water as the rain made its way through the broken brick to drip down the catacomb walls and splash to the brick. The smell was overwhelmingly foul, bad enough to make them thankful they didn't need to breath, and regret every inhalation to speak.

There was however a faint hint that the middle corridor was more used than the others. A ragged boot print and a few threads of denim sticking out of the cavern walls.

The corridor went on far past their torch beams and seemed to descend, gradually merging with some kind of abandoned sewer system. Stagnant water running down the center of the tunnel and the chittering of rodents echoing around them.

The tunnel was pitch black though, lit only by the light of the flashlights they carried, and the darkness seemed to loom before them, like it had a weight to it, heavy and silent but for the occasional drip and squeak.
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Unless someone else had pointed it out, Franca hadn't seen the threads of denim on the wall. She had noticed, however, the boot print on the ground. Lacking other clues, they should've explore that corridor first.

"Someone must have walked down the middle corridor. If we all agree, we should all go together" she said, hoping there was no need to explain why to split was less than optimal. She spoke in a low voice and keeping close to her mates, not to draw more attention than needed.

"We can't be sure the other corridors are empty; I wouldn't rule out that someone might reach us from those, so we should keep an eye to the rear, too... And since we are going down the sewers, I am talking to those who can see the invisible. Unfortunately I can't help with that" she concluded.

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The shelves filled with long decayed corpses seemed interesting, but there was little to no chance Clarice would find any little bauble among the bones and remains of clothes. And so the middle corridor seemed to attract the most attention, she would follow, looking after everyone's backs

I'll take care of that

She walked sideways, straining her ears to cover both the dungeon they were descending into and the antechamber left behind. She lit her flashlight and held it at her shoulder level, hoping it would help detecting any potential attacker, but also blind them. Improving the sense of sight was never her specialty, hearing was far more important and reliable at her shady business. And yet right now it was a good occasion to practice it. A must even
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Of course it was best to stay together, so that they could fend off a possible attack more easily.

The middle corridor seemed to have been used. Max saw that boot print, too.

"Yes, let´s try that corridor."

He followed them into the middle corridor, only the Malkavian was behind him.
This corridor seemed to be leading to some kind of sewer. Oh how nice, that was what Max really had been wishing for. But he had to do this now. He would have to pull himself together, and he wouldn´t show his disgust.
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How large was the boot print? Was it new? Or had dust and moisture started to erode it? Was there just one boot print? No other prints, no trail? The denim, was it still clean? Or had time and moisture made it go limp... grime from the walls washed down onto the threads?

"Middle corridor, right." Margo said quietly. She snuck ahead keeping her [Auspex] sharpened eyes peeled. And ears and... so on. Did she smell blood in the stagnant water?

When it became clear the corridor was leading down into the sewers Margo cursed "You gotta be fucking kidding me." She shook her head.

Been here, done this she thought.

Margo spared a glance back at her companions. "Can any one talk with rats?" Margo got a sour smirk. She did take a quick look to see if... the rats had ghoul auras? Did rats even have auras? She checked anyway. [Auspex: Aura Perception] Ghoul rats. Could happen.
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The boot print was neither large nor small, nor remarkably distinguishable as anything more than an ovular scuff in the muck. It seemed that whoever made it had a habit of keeping to the drier areas of the tunnel floor expressly to avoid leaving tracks.

The smells were so intense that when Margo attempted to use her nose she was near instantly overwhelmed. The rotted masses of decaying filth, the stink of dog and other animal feces, the wet odor of fur and fabrics gone moldy, the stink of soaked stone growing with lichen and moss, the tang of rusty iron, all combined into an overwhelming miasma of reek that set her mind into overload until she dulled her senses again.

The rats seemed to scurry out of the light as it came near them, making it almost impossible to tell what their auras were like, the long fat black rodents seemed large but they also refused to stay under the beams of the light long enough to provide a good look.

Then came a crash as an iron gate dropped down suddenly and neatly sliced the party in two. Descending between Margo & Franca and Max & Clarice the metal was rusted and thick, iron bars that were twisted and hammered into a complicated and rusted braid... and able to resist even Max's great strength. There was the grinding of heavy stone from above the gate and something immensely heavy shifted above the gate, making lifting it back up into it's crevasse seemingly impossible.

For Margo & Franca the only route seemed to be descending further into the fetid sewers... while for Max & Clarice the option seemed to be to go back and try one of the other tunnels.
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GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING!

Her shout echoed through all three corridors and the antechamber. Being quiet didn't matter anymore, whoever was living here, he already knew about their presence and kept them monitored. There was hardly any explanation to this gate shutting for good without help of some intelligent creature with opposable thumb

Margo, check if there's any pressure plate or anything that could trigger this damn gate. If so, there might be more of such traps

She wasn't quite sure what should they do right now, descending into another corridor without closer examination would be suicidal. Using Margo and Franca was a bit inhumane, but hey - they were already trapped anyway. Meanwhile, she looked for any objects that could be thrown into one of remaining corridors. Rocks, bricks, anything would do
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Fuck. Okay. THAT was bad. Not that the situation had been amusing to start with, but now it was taking a turn to bad-badness.

"Clarice, I gather you've got a good eye for locks and mechanisms; do you see something that can be... unlocked or whatever?" said Franca, without bothering to lower her voice anymore. She observed the iron gate as well, although she didn't hope to find anything that Margo and Clarice wouldn't have seen. "Otherwise - she continued - Margo and I can only go down this corridor on our own. I don't know if there is any point in you exploring the other tunnels, maybe you should wait here rather than running into any more dangers".

Not that the gate looked anything like a safe area, but going down the other tunnels might have triggered even more traps.

"Please let's check if our mobiles are still functioning down here - she added - we may need to contact each other if anything happens".

She realized her tone was being very matter-of-fact. She was much more scared than she was showing, but they had to be practical if they wanted any chance to survive.
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Margo practically vomited. That was a fucking bad idea... third of the night. Hopefully that will be my quota. "It smells bad." She gagged.

No shit. Or rather... shit.

Then Margo jumped out of her skin when the iron dropped. "ACK!"

It took her a moment to put her skin back on once she realized there was no impending attack... then her allies started talking...

Margo replied to Harris "Pressure plate?! Like in Indiana Jones?! Who would even do that!" Margo sighed and started to look around. Only enhancing her vision this time. She got on her knees, put away her Glock and pulled out her (Leatherman) knife. She started scraping and poking around looking for creases in the rock or anything that looked, you know; pressable...

Franca started talking about just the two of them moving forward... Margo didn't like that idea at all. She started looking for pressure plates, or whatever might open this gate. Margo even considered trying to say magic words... she might, if she knew any.

The Little Rose looked up at the Ancilla Brujah... "Maybe try to loosen it or push it back up if the bars wont bend...?"

Margo took a quick look at the stone work around the gate... how solid did it look?
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What was that?? Max lifted his dagger, but it was no attack. "Just" a gate. But that would prove to be bad enough.
Max put his dagger away. He used his Potence, tried to rattle and loosen the gate, pushed against the bars, tried to bend them, jumped against the gate, but whatever he did it had not much effect. Finally he had to give up, frustrated.

"I´m sorry, this gate beats me. I hope you´re not totally trapped now and can get out somewhere."

They were like rats in a labyrinth, and someone was watching them and maybe even laughing at them now, not a nice thought.
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Another gate dropped with a boom behind Clarice and Max. Another heavy grinding sound as stone shifted over top. The twisted iron monstrosities had obviously been braided by someone with immense strength and was designed to hold those with Potence just as well, for they'd been heated until the braids had welded together to give the bars even greater strength.

Then the stonework beneath Max and Clarice dropped away with a grinding series of thuds. The blocks breaking apart and falling. Beneath then, stretching from gate to gate was a yawning pit from which a horrible smell emerged. The stones bounced and thudded as they rolled down the tube of stone and squelched when they finally hit the bottom below.

Should the two fall down the chute they would find themselves neck deep in a horrid much. The molding watery remains of dozens of chewed corpses, vomited back into a pit to dispose of the remains. Jagged blocks of stone standing in places like broken pillars. Fat sleek rats standing on the stone outcrops and gnawing the flesh and mold. The pit was filled with fungus and decay. It looked like it might once have been a storm drain or a flood channel that someone had purposefully bricked up and turned into an oubliette.

Should the two hang from the gate, there would be little for them to do, no leverage to move the bars, just the ability to hang from it. Perhaps a way out remained in the darkness and muck down below.

For France and Margo there remained the tunnel that they were in, and the darkness that lay further along their path. It would seem there was no going back.
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Clarice was crouching and looking for any throwing objects while another gate cut their way out of the damned building, filling the air with horrible clatter. Before she could rise her head, have a look at the situation, she found herself falling down. She didn't want to lose any of her belongings, holding a firm grasp over her bag and flashlight. Oddly she didn't hit the solid stone floor, she didn't even splash on the water. Instead her body nearly stuck in something similar to mud, only that it seemed to be mixed with rocks and...body parts. She tried to make her way to any wall, tiptoeing in attempt to avoid having her face drown in filth. With flashlight risen as high as she could reach, she took a good look around the basin, trying to find some escape route
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The Rose seemed distressed and there was no way to blame her. Franca wouldn't have liked to split the group, either, but if there was no trick to open the bars it was not like they could wish them away... She shook her head at Margo. "We don't have many choices as long as there are these" she said, giving a frustrated shake to the bars, that of course suffered no effect. She tried to help Max to move them, but whoever had forged them must have been both very skilled and very provident.

Then, noise and chaos and stench... Franca instictively retracted from the bars as everything on thier other side was falling apart... Then, when the whole havoc seemed to have settled, she went back to the gate and looked at what had happened. "Are you okay?" she asked Clarice and Max. Of course they weren't okay, but she hoped at least they weren't injured.

She couldn't see anything more than a smelly, slimy mess, so she asked Clarice: "Can you see any open passage?". She doubted, however, that the new collapse could have provided them with any escape route - even if there had been one, it would have been most likely a trap.
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Margo jumped skittishly when the second gate dropped and the floor gave way. She bit back on it and steeled her courage, but it took a few moments. Franca had asked the same questions that were on her own tongue and she waited on the response from those down below. In the meantime Margo looked down the passageway and listened carefully with her sharp senses trying to hear if anything was coming to take advantage of the trap they had found themselves in.

"Man, this sucks." Margo muttered.
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A second gate came down, damn! And things got even worse. They weren´t simply imprisoned between two gates, the floor crumbled away. Luckily Max had both hands free and tried to hang onto the gate, and indeed he managed not to fall down into that hole.
Disgusted he looked at the muck down there. Might he in the end have no other possibility than let himself drop down there? He didn´t want to, not yet.

Was this a deathtrap, might they never manage to get out of here? The thought of staying here until they fell in torpor because their body ran out of blood was not very inviting. Until then they would have to stand this horrible surroundings.
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The drop was considerable and Max could only see light of Clarice's torch in fits and starts as she shifted among the muck. Which when Clarice stepped off the rock she had landed on she discovered was deep enough to submerge her in spots. Just liquid enough to swim in, if she had to. The pit was a foul sewage pile of liquefied remains, mold, fungus, dead rats and trickling rain water and run off. Clarice was having a slow time of trying to search the foul pit, as finding rocks tall enough to stand on to use her torch to search the walls was difficult, and a slow process to avoid sinking into the muck and sludge.

Max hung from the gate, and with his great strength he could likely hang there until he had gone torpid, if that was his choice.

Franca and Margo had a direction they could go, if they chose to take that route. If not, they could always stand forever at the gate and stare at Max as he hung to the gate like a lizard.

If you go into to the pipes today
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go into to the pipes today
Be ready to be a prize!

For every scare that ever there was
Will gather there for certain,
Because, today's the day the
Nightly scares have their picnic.


A raspy voice sang out amused from somewhere down the tunnel behind Margo and Franca, giggling and singing out. But wherever it came from it was far down the behind and out of sight of their lights. Taunting them.
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