You say "Okay. Zebina's heading for the theatre, possibly with Hitherby? And Daimon is too, via a different route."
Zebina had to go 'early' from the restaurant, but she's not objectionable to any birds coming along.
You say "Kyrios are good that way."
Hitherby says "Up to you, then, Demiurge, whether I arrived on the roof in time to spot her :)"
Demiurge hms. Okay. Hitherby, your bird-eyes spot a recognisable mop of red hair heading towards the opera house from your perch.
You say "Daimon, what are you up to?"
Daimon says "I'm scouting the opera house for schmuck A and schmuck B. Or any presence of Funny Stuff (tm)."
Zebina is still dressed 'Business Professional' for her, which means a decent looking skirt, blouse combination, light jewelry, minimal makeup, and 'dress' shoes guaranteed by the manufacturer to be confortable to play a basketball game in.
Zebina has the flight jacket on too.
Hitherby nods, and will follow at her leisure. Probably she's in a crow or a raven or something, so she keeps a safe distance from any hawks but doesn't dive into a hole and cower if one circles in the distance.
Daimon is in Daimon Normal - Business Casual, except with jeans.
Hitherby isn't sure whether those black birds all over the place here are crows or ravens. Probably crows.
You say "How do people plan to get into the Opera House? Front entrance and persuade the guards to go fetch someone, or Stage Door (which will have a guard-type guy sitting inside)."
Zebina makes sure she has Terethel's business card.
Zebina says "I assume there are business offices for the opera, possibly in a different building, and that it's Business Hours?"
Zebina also brings the tickets that Terethel gave her along with.
You say "It's about 5pm, so getting towards the end of business hours."
Daimon says "Stage door."
You say "You'd just call at the front door for business, and ask for someone to phone the business director/manager/whatever."
Demiurge nods to Daimon.
Zebina does so.
You say "There's a podgy guy sitting inside the stage door. He lifts his nose out of a local newsrag, and looks you up and down. "Here on business, sir?""
Hitherby hms. Opera houses don't have any holes in the roof or chimneys, I assume. Do they have any high windows anywhere?
Daimon says "Definitely."
Demiurge nods to Hitherby. Loads of high windows.
Zebina smiles pleasantly. "Yes. I'm Elizabeth Bradley, of Blue Sky Air Transport Services. I'd like to speak with the business manager please."
The podgy guy folds the magazine. "Who would you be wanting to see, sir?"
Daimon thinks, damn that's a good question. I resonate. Does he need anything?
You paged Daimon with 'Roll. :)'.
Kallen wonders who gets there first?
Hitherby will break one, or go in through an open one, then, when Zebina has gone in. As soon as possible afterwards, in fact. :)
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You say "Daimon gets there about five minutes earlier. What sort of room do you want to break
into, Hitherby?"
Daimon thinks, why yes I do resonate.
Hitherby . o O ( Woo. )
Zebina will let Daimon go through his thing then.
Hitherby doesn't know anything about opera houses. She has the vague impression that they're
one giant cathedral-like place inside. Discovering that they're not, she looks uncomfortable and
chooses a window at random among those that don't seem to lead into dead ends.
Demiurge notes that Daimon perceives a high-level Need to get his marriage sorted (he's getting
a divorce), a medium-level one to get rid of his arthritis, and a low-level one to get the latest issue
of his favourite nudie mag which sold out.
Daimon realizes he has exactly none of these things on hand.
Daimon says "I've come to see the stage manager. I have an appointment for a show at a later
date."
The podgy man at the stage door nods. "Okay. I'll just have him bleeped. What's your name, sir?"
He reaches up to a telephone to one side of his niche.
Daimon says "My name is Daimon Lightner. I'm from LA."
He nods. "Sure." He dials, and after three rings someone answers. "Excuse me, Mr Johns, I got
this Daimon Lightner person here from LA, says he has an appointment with you." There is a
pause.
Daimon waits.
The podgy man eventually puts the phone down. "He says go right up, sir. Through that door,
down the corridor, second on the left, and he's in the small office there."
Daimon says "Thanks."
Zebina walks up just as Daimon is about to go inside.
Daimon does this thing. He goes through the door, down the corridor, second on the left.
The podgy man nods. "No problem, sir." He picks up his paper again.
Demiurge pauses on Daimon. Moves focus to Zebina. Notes that Hitherby has broken into what
looks like a currently empty storeroom for costumes.
You say "As Zebina enters, there's a young woman manning the tickets desk, but the foyer is
otherwise quiet."
Hitherby . o O ( Ha! I can now dress up as an *Elizabethan* crow. )
Demiurge notes that all three of Zebina, Daimon, and Hitherby can hear the distant sounds of
orchestra and singing.
Zebina walks up to the box office. "Hello."
The young woman smiles briskly. "Good day, madam. Can I help you?"
Zebina smiles back. "Yes. My name is Elizabeth Bradley. I'd like to talk to the business manager,
if they're available."
She nods. "Certainly, madam. What should I tell him it's about?"
Hitherby (is the door to the storeroom closed, or can I hop out into the neighboring hall?)
Zebina says "An aquaintance of mine recently gave me several tickets to the opera as part of a
business agreement, and mentioned that there was a possibility that you might be needing some
short notice cargo transport as opening day arrived. I have the afternoon free, so I thought I'd
come by, check the seating on my tickets, and speak to the business manager if he was available."
Demiurge says, to Hitherby, "The door is slightly ajar, and can be squeezed through."
The young woman nods again. "Just a moment, please." She picks up a phone receiver, taps a few
numbers in, and begins talking quietly into it.
Zebina says "And if I might see a seating chart, I would appreciate it."
Hitherby will do so, then, and head towards the singing. (Good grief; it sounds like a *Tether*
in here. :)
Zebina retrieves her tickets from her purse.
The young woman nods, and indicates the seating chart in front of the tickets booth.
Zebina matches up her tickets against the chart to see just how good Terry's seats are.
The seats are in a nice area of the stalls.
Eventually, the young woman puts her phone down. "He's currently with the stage manager,
madam, but he'll be glad to see you. If you'll just go through that door there, then down the
passageway, and through the fifth door on the left."
Zebina smiles. "Thank you very much. You've been very helpful."
Zebina puts her tickets away, takes a copy of the season schedule, and walks along.
By pure coincidence, it happens that Daimon and Zebina arrive at the same door at approximately
the same moment.
Zebina checks the wall to see if it says 'Stage Manager's Office' before she actually asks anything.
Meanwhile, Hitherby flaps along the corridor, coming to an entrance that gives onto one of the
boxes. Below, she can see the stage, in the middle of what is clearly a rehearsal.
The door is, indeed, marked "Stage Manager's Office".
Daimon says "Is the door closed?"
The door is closed. The sound of voices drifts from behind it.
Zebina turns to face the door.
Daimon nods to the woman, and then knocks on the door.
A voice from inside calls, "Who is it?"
Daimon says "My name is Daimon Lightner. Can I speak to you for a moment?"
Zebina says "And I'm Elizabeth Bradley. I'm here to see the business manager."
The voice says, "Sure," as steps approach the door. A young man with thinning blond hair opens
it, a pen tucked behind his ear and a folder of notes under one arm. "What can I do for you, Mr
Lightner?"
Daimon says "Can I, uh - we, come into your office for a moment?"
From behind him, another man heaves out of an armchair, with a faint groan. He's overweight.
"That's me, lady. Peter Guther, at your service. What can I do for you?"
Hitherby hms. How to determine if any of them are demons. How difficult would it be to get
under the stage with < 50% chance of being seen? Next best is the same question, excepting that
one or two can see me :)
Daimon resonates for a ton of Needs. Easiest way to spot people.
The younger man shrugs, nods. He says, to the older one, "Take the lady to your office, Pete? I'll
talk with Mr Lightner here.
Demiurge notes, to Hitherby, that it is really very very very hard to know if someone is a demon.
Daimon wants to resonate before they move on.
Hitherby has a plan, Demiurge. :)
Demiurge points Daimon to the dice-roller, then.
Hitherby would like to get under the stage, which is the closest she can get to the singers without
making a huge production of herself, spend a moderate amount of Essence, and see if anyone
blinks :)
Daimon sees three people - thinning hair man, fat man, and the woman.
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Hitherby (most likely on the Song of Form, since if there *are* any around ... :)
Daimon sees he got the thinning hair man (sorry) and the woman next to him.
You say "Okay. The thinning-haired younger man wants to make sure the stage rehearsal and
performance go smoothly, wants John the Props guy to stop drinking, and wants a cute girlfriend
like the redhead."
You say "The redhead - hm, Zeb, what are her current Needs? :) Find out what's going on here
and identify demons?"
Demiurge says, to Hitherby, "You're on the balcony. This is a long and obvious way from under
the stage. There aren't really any obvious ways to use the Song of Form to get there, though you
could try possessing someone currently on the stage."
Zebina wants to find out if there is anything unusual going on that might lead to business
opportunities, to figure out a faster way to get things through Customs, and is wondering about
a raven that was flying around outside just before she came in. She's also looking for anything
unusual, but since she's never been to the opera, that could be anything.
Demiurge notes that Zebina does have a Need of some level to find the demons currently here,
or at least find out what's going on.
Demiurge nods.
Zebina figures that's covered by the last part.
Daimon fishes around in a pocket for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He slides out a smoke and
lights up.
Hitherby rolls her eyes. Obviously she wasn't planning to use the Song of Form to get there, but
*once* she was there. For example, if she drops to the seats below, and then walks down to under
the stage, is the room dark enough that a black bird can get away with it?
You say "You could _try_, Hitherby, going through the orchestra pit, but there's currently an
orchestra in there."
The older man slides out past the younger one. He nods to Zebina. "This way to my office,
ma'am." He gestures down the corridor, towards the "nicer" part of the theatre.
Hitherby mulls.
The younger man gestures for Daimon to come in, once the older man is out of the doorway.
Zebina follows 'Pete' down the corridor, smiling at the other two as she goes.
Daimon follows the younger man into the office, and closes the door behind him.
Hitherby hms. And the lights are on the ceilings? Or are they high on the walls?
You say "The house (general audience area) lights are currently off, Hitherby. The spotlights
above the stage are shining down on it brightly."
Demiurge pauses. Shall I continue with Zebina or Daimon first?
Daimon says "Either or."
Zebina says "GM's choice."
Zebina shall idle while Daimon's scene goes, though, so only one at a time please.
Demiurge will do Daimon first, then.
Daimon says "Okay."
The young man gestures to the recently occupied armchair. "Please have a seat. What can I do
for you, Mr Lightner?"
Daimon sits in the armchair. "I was wondering if you have either hired two new people on your
staff recently, or had any run ins with two suspicious characters.
The young man settles into his own chair, across the desk. "I'm not entirely sure why you're
asking me that, Mr Lightner."
Daimon says "Well, I'm looking to contact them on a matter of outside business from Los
Angeles."
He blinks. "This doesn't quite fit your normal comedian image. I must say that I'm a great fan of
yours, by the way."
Daimon grins. "Thanks. I appreciate it. But the business is, unfortunately, urgent."
He shrugs. "Well, I can't say we've had anyone that out of the ordinary round here lately. You
know, the usual sorts, Hare Krishnas, Mormons, Triad reps, investment bankers, the usual."
Daimon leans back in the chair. "The usual suspects, I would bet, some more usual then others."
Daimon taps his smoke on an available ashtray, and takes another drag.
Daimon says "No interesting people hanging around your opera house? None that you know of?"
The young man leans forward to shuffle the piles of notes on his desk. "Well, gee. There's that
woman who just came in. And there's you. And there were some people about our investments
this morning. And all the reporters." He shrugs again. "The guy on the door screens out most of
the real weirdos."
Daimon says "Your investments? I don't mean to pry."
He pauses. "I don't know about those. Pete - Mr Guther, you just saw him - handles those guys."
Daimon nods.
He considers. "Hey, if I can ask, who are these guys and why are you looking for them?"
Daimon says "Well, the agency handles us all back home. You know, you can't do anything these
days without your agent handing on you. And it seems they were shipped out here quite without
anything - traveller's checks, hotel arrangements, that sort of thing. It was a really boff on the part
of some secretary, let me tell you. They were apparently coming right here to this opera house,
so I was thinking they checked in here first and then went off to raise some hell, you know? Shit
like this happens all the time."
Hitherby mutters to herself. She does *not* want to free up *5* Forces *again*; she's barely
*begun* getting back to all the places she's supposed to be. Still, -- after a long wrangle with
herself, she positions her remaining selves as strategically as possible and pours herself into
someone on stage who looks to be in good health and not singing very often.
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Hitherby is in no hurry, OOC -- just thought I'd go ahead and roll. :)
You say "Hitherby finds herself in the body of an inconspicuous chorus member, who is hanging
back and waving their arms every so often, and looking aghast at the bass who's singing."
The young man blinks. "Shit, that's weird. Man, we're an opera house. We don't hire stand-up
comics, even your sort. We just do operas and ballet. Or were these guys singers or something?"
Daimon says "Yeah, they do sort of cross-medium. They fashion themselves real artists of a sort.
Hell, I don't know if they're any good, but the agency just handles all talent."
He nods. "Okay. I can check the recent chorus records, if you like. Any idea how recently they
got here?"
Daimon says "A couple of days ago. I don't know when they would have checked in."
Hitherby tosses off a 2-Essence Song of Form in the silence of her soul and crosses her fingers.
(They haven't decided yet whether they're hoping someone senses it or whether they're hoping no
one does. Still, they have their eyes open!)
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You say "What effect are you trying for, Hitherby? (You made the roll.)"
The man nods. "Okay. Give me a moment. And remember, I'm going to want your autograph for
this one!"
Daimon grins. "Sure, no problem."
Daimon is suddenly reminded of the Jerry Seinfeld Picture Signing Fiasco, and shivers internally.
Hitherby thinks it doesn't make her look weird, although she might get a little tiny bit
dragonfly-eye reflective -- just a *tiny* bit :)
Demiurge nods to Hitherby. Like armour.
Hitherby nods.
The young man begins to rootle through records. After a few minutes, he shakes his head.
"Nobody new taken on in the last few days. Then again, I didn't really expect it. We're rehearsing
for a new First Night the day after tomorrow."
You say "Okay, Hitherby, you have your armour. However, the bass singer has fallen silent, and
the conductor is gesturing at the chorus. Other chorus members round you are opening their
mouths."
Daimon says "Hmmm. Okay, well, thanks for your time and all that. I'll probably be doing a show
in DC if my agent can swing it."
He nods. "That's excellent! I'll be watching out for you." He pauses. "Can you see yourself out,
or should I tell someone off to show you out?"
Daimon says "I can see myself out, thanks. It wasn't that hard getting back here."
Hitherby . o O ( I guess I have to sing along. Fortunately, I am a Kyriotate, and we are the most
interesting musicians of all the Choruses. )
"Sure." He eyes the papers on his desk. "Best of luck, man."
Daimon shakes his hand, and then sees himself out of the office.
Meanwhile, on stage - the elegant, fine-honed harmony of the chorus is disturbed by one singer,
who is performing a strange yet interesting variant on the music. People are turning to stare at her.
Daimon takes himself on a small walking tour of the opera house.
Meanwhile, the Business Nanager is showing Zebina into his office. It's neatly set out, with some
framed posters on the walls, and a pile of investment folders scattered on the desk.
Hitherby uses the crow's spare brainpower, which isn't, admittedly, much, to consider the
situation. Clearly it would be doing her host a disservice to opt out *midsong*, although she
doesn't have *that* much time to spend with so much of herself here. Mm.
Hitherby (besides, they admit to themselves, they're having fun.)
You say "Daimon probably finds a view of the stage in time to see one chorus member completely
split from the melody."
The conductor gestures with his baton, brows like thunder, and the rest of the chorus attempts
to sing the proper harmony, and dance like they're supposed to being.
Daimon wonders if that's Mr. Habbalah. He'll try to get in resonating range, just to see What's Up
with this guy.
Demiurge notes that The Gal Singing Offkey is currently on stage, so Daimon would have to be
standing in the wings or on stage or in the orchestra pit to make eye contact, pretty much.
Daimon thinks, "Oh, forget that" and memorizes which one it is.
Hitherby . o O ( Hm. I wonder if that man with the baton is unhappy. )
The Man With The Baton is waving it very vigorously at Hitherby. Around her, the rest of the
chorus stop singing, and begin to trip cheerfully towards the wings.
Daimon does a sneak down in the confusion to the wings sort of thing, if at all possible.
You say "It's possible, if you're prepared to look as if you've got legitimate business there. And
shoulder somewhat."
Hitherby . o O ( Everyone's leaving! Is this number over? )
Daimon hasn't a single bit of legitimate business there.
You say "Well, no, but one can bluff."
Daimon then just wanders around, pretending to be lost, but not having to pretend hard.
The stage is emptying fast of all save Hitherby and two young people who are beginning a duet.
Chorus members in peasant costumes and stage makeup stream past Daimon, making descriptive
gestures and mouthing comments at each other. None speak, all clearly used to Being Silent In
The Wings.
Hitherby improvises a dramatic finale and leaps from the host. If she gets hit by a dissonant note,
though, she'll leap straight back again, this time from the bird to the conductor. (Presumably, if
it happens, it happens fast. :)
Also hanging round in the wings are the Stage Crew, in tshirts and jeans.
The young woman on the stage comes to a climax, staggers, blinks, then puts her hands to her
face and rushes offstage.
You say "Hitherby gets out easily, no problems."
Daimon tries to flank to run into the young woman.
The girl is sniffling. She doesn't do a very good job of avoiding Daimon, as her hands are in front
of her face. She looks distraught.
Daimon resonates on her.
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Daimon and fails! Clueless boy tries to look friendly.
Daimon says "Hey."
Hitherby got out without dissonance? *beam* Good; I *thought* that I was probably getting her
on the road to virtuoso stardom.
Hitherby feels smug.
Daimon tries to console the girl, waiting for a time when he can resonate again, just to engage her
in conversation.
Daimon - predator on the weak and weeping!
The girl sniffles. "Er, excuse me, I'm sorry, I've got to get backstage, I need to sit down or
something..."
Daimon says "You were actually quite good, really."
Daimon follows her toward the backstage.
The girl shows a great readiness to lean on the helpful and handsome young man. "I was? I have
not idea _one_ about what happened. I must have blacked out or something."
Daimon says "Really? I felt it was quite inspired."
Hitherby concludes that none of the stage folk are demons. *mulls* That leaves managerial staff.
Time to do some covert exploring -- besides, I *did* forget all about the Ofanite, didn't I.
Hitherby hops down and heads from the theatre & seats area in whichever direction seems most
likely not to be a client exit.
Daimon makes a little note in his brain that says 'Shedite'.
The girl gives him a melting-eyed look, then blinks. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to cry on your
shoulder. I don't think I know you, Mr...?"
You say "Hitherby can probably fly up to the balconies, but most of the doors are going to take
more than a bird's strength to open."
Daimon says "Lightner. Daimon Lightner."
Daimon grins in a nice, consoling, friendly way.
She nods. "My name's Tania. Tania Sherdun."
Hitherby nods. She has, she understands, access to her own strength, but she doesn't go around
opening doors when in animal shape, anyway.
Daimon notices that his brain is full of little yellow post-it notes, and there are just too many of
then that say 'Shedite'.
Hitherby giggles! OOC.
Demiurge nods to Hitherby. That's true. Okay, you can shove a likely-looking door open and hop
down the corridor, if you like.
Hitherby nods. That's probably what I'll do.
Daimon says "Tania, I was quite taken by your creativity. I was impressed."
Daimon o 0 O (Must get away from human to look for new Shedite host.)
The girl giggles. "Well, I just hope the conductor sees it that way! I've been having lessons, but
I can't remember a _thing_ of that. It sounded good?"
Demiurge thinks the song wore off when the girl was running offstage. Duh. Um. Make a
Perception roll, both of you?
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Hitherby (so close)
Daimon says "I was pretty impressed. It sounded pretty good to me."
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Daimon notices he CAN make a roll!
Demiurge notes that you both heard a ripple of Symphonic disturbance from the girl as she came
running offstage, and Daimon identified it as some Song wearing off.
The girl beams at him, her face tear-streaked. She's quite pretty, though rather thin, and has dark
hair tied back off her face.
Daimon adds another post-it note to his brain.
Hitherby just explores until she finds someone interesting, Daimon finds her somehow, or she
bumps into the Ofanite. Get back to her whenever; she'll see it within a minute :)
Daimon grins at the girl. "Are you doing anything later?"
The girl chews her lip. "Well, um.. I've got a.. lesson. But will you be round tomorrow? We could
meet for lunch!
Daimon says "Sure. I can come around tomorrow. Where do you want to meet, I'm a little new
in town."
The girl hesitates. "Luigi's? It's just down the road from here. The morning rehearsal should be
over by one."
Daimon grins. "Sure. I'll meet you at Luigi's at one. That good?
The girl grins. "That's wonderful. Now, scuse me a moment? I've got to change!"
Meanwhile, Pete shows Zebina into his office (as earlier described) and offers her his hand. "Peter
Guther. What can I do for you?"
Zebina shakes his hand. "Elizabeth Bradley. I'm with Blue Sky Air Transport Services. An
associate of mine recently gave me a couple of tickets to your opera as part of a business
arrangement, and at the time he mentioned that you might have a need for some short notice air
transport work, either with personnel or cargo."
Zebina says "I've not been to one of your operas before, and as I had some local business to attend
to, I thought I'd come by, see the place before hand when it's not in the middle of a rush, and
follow up on the opportunity if it was convenient for you."
Zebina 's accent is, of course, New Zealander, but it's fairly cultured for all that, and she's being
pleasant. She also hands over a card for Blue Sky.
He takes the card, and inspects it. "Well, that's very kind of whoever your associate was. Might
I ask who he was?"
Zebina also memorized Terethel's full name before hand and uses it when she
mentions him. (Sorry, player didn't keep a log.)
Pete nods. "Right, Terence Mubin. Sure, I know him, he's a good guy. So, okay, we haven't got
any needs _right_ now, but I can see services like yours coming in real handy."
Zebina smiles. "We specialize in very short notice transportation needs, especially international
shipping. We promise the best possible delivery time, plus we'll handle any customs or
immigration related needs according to the laws of the involved countries. We also handle any
subchartering of aircraft so you only need to talk to a single source, and you only pay for the kind
of flight you need, from a Lear Jet on up to a Boeing 747-cargo."
Zebina says "And if you have VIPs or anyone else who would like an air tour of the DC area, we
have that capability as well."
He nods, and begins to shovel investment folders off the desk. Gold lettering flashes. "I must say,
I'm extremely interested, but I'm afraid we simply don't have any call for your services at this
precise moment." He adds, half apologetically, "We're all set up for _Fiat Justitia_ at the
moment."
Zebina looks down for a moment, then back up. "Oh, I understand completely. Unless there's a
major change at the last moment, most performing arts companies I've dealt with try to have these
things worked out beforehand. We're faster than FedEx or UPS, but we're not always cheaper.
Ditto the air lines. If you know what's going to happen, it's a lot easier to plan ahead."
You paged Daimon with 'What's Daimon doing now the girl has run off to change and stuff? And
did he try resonating her?'.
He nods. "Well, I'm glad to have your card then, ma'am. Any details I can give you from our
side?"
Daimon pages: He would try resonating on her again. And after she takes off, he'll continue his
walking tour of the opera house, maybe spotting another lunatic who is harboring an Shedite.
You paged Hitherby and Daimon with 'Daimon is walking round the opera house. He might
observe a crow hopping down the corridor.'.
You paged Daimon with 'Roll?'.
You paged Daimon with 'That is, roll for earlier resonance attempt.'.
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Zebina says "Well, if you have any future business for performances after _Fiat Justitia_ that we
might be able to serve, I'd certainly be interested in those. And, on a more personal note, I was
wondering if you have any seats for dress rehersals or the like available?"
Daimon pages: Success at 2.
You paged Daimon with 'She really really wants to be an opera soprano star. And she wants to
keep her lessons quiet.'.
Zebina looks a touch embarassed. "Side effect of being a pilot I'm afraid, I like to watch the
mechanics of things more than the things themselves. I'm not sure how I'll like the opera, but I'd
love to see how you put it all together. Time permitting, of course."
He shakes his head. "No seats, but you can watch from the auditorium if you like, or from the
wings if you'll stay out of the way of the singers. I'm afraid we may have to move you if there's
any inconvenience."
Daimon pages: It's not easy being a Lilim, is it? Sheesh. Okay, I wander.
From afar, to Demiurge and Daimon, Hitherby would guess that Daimon has more than a 3
Perception. :)
Zebina says "Certainly. What's a good time to drop by?"
You paged Daimon with 'There was some sort of guilt feeling associated with her lessons.'.
Daimon pages: Ah ha. Okay, guilt is good. Guilt I can work with.
He considers. "It's a sing-through tomorrow morning, then full rehearsal all afternoon and
evening; then the day after it's individual practice in the morning and afternoon, and the first night
in the evening."
Zebina nods.
Zebina says "I'd love to see the full rehearsal, if I might."
Hitherby hophophop. Step step hophophop.
He smiles. "That's fine with me. Anything else I can do for you?"
Zebina says "No, I think that's about it."
Zebina shows her schedule. "If I enjoy the show, perhaps I'll come to a few more if the schedule
allows."
He offers his hand. "That'll be excellent. Very pleased to have met you."
Zebina shakes hands again, smiles, and allows herself to be led out. Before she goes, however,
she takes a careful look around the office, especially the folders he was shoveling out of the way.
(Gold attracts servitors of Marc, what can you say?)
Zebina says "Very glad to have met you, Mr. Guther."
Hitherby pages to Demiurge and Daimon: Let me know if he does come up behind me and I'll
make a Per roll of my own :)
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Demiurge notes that the folders were from the Focals Investment Firm.
Daimon humms the Subterranean Homesick Blues by Bob Dylan as he wanders about.
Pete pauses at his doorway. "Do you need to be shown out, ma'am, or can you find your own way
out?"
Zebina smiles. "Whichever is more convenient for you, Mr. Guther."
Demiurge notes that the current activity in the theatre is mainly concentrated around backstage
and on the stage, where all the action is taking place.
Zebina says "If you could show me where to stand so I'm not in the way, I wouldn't mind taking
a peek at the rehersal for about ten minutes."
Pete pauses, and at that moment the phone in his office begins to ring. He shrugs. "If you don't
mind then, ma'am. If you'll go down that corridor, the door opens onto the auditorium, and you
can watch the stage."
Zebina smiles. "Thanks. Have a nice day."
Zebina strolls off.
Pete vanishes back into his office.
Demiurge notes that you three are now all wandering the corridors.
Zebina makes her Wandering Demons check?
Hitherby avoids thinking about Flying Dutchman stories :)
Daimon is now singing "Rainy Day Women #12 & 35" as he wanders.
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Daimon looks at the roll and says, "My singing isn't THAT bad."
Demiurge performs arcane calculations. Daimon, you have turned a corner, and you can see a
raven hopping down the corridor in front of you.
Eduardo pages: You are in a maze of twisty turny corridors, all alike
Long distance to Eduardo: Demiurge laughs.
You paged Eduardo with 'You've clearly been backstage before. :)'.
From afar, Eduardo laughs. "Yes."
Daimon ponders for a moment the deepness of the existence of the individual raven in the long
almost deserted corridor. And then realizes this is a little weird.
You say "Hitherby, make a Perception roll?"
Daimon looks at it right back.
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You say "You notice nothing."
You say "Having bought a lousy Perception. :)"
Hitherby giggles.
Hitherby step step hophophop. Step step hophophop.
You say "Zebina, you have a lovely view of the stage. Someone tyrant-looking is flanked by
guards and threatening the two young lovers, who are singing in praise of liberty."
Zebina wonders what language they're singing in, by the bye.
Daimon searches his pockets for something interesting. A pack of crackers or something. Failing
that, he'll peer at it curiously.
You say "English, Zebina."
Demiurge is sure Daimon has something interesting in his pockets, even if it's only a gold-capped
fountain pen or chewing gum or something.
Daimon o 0 O (what a lousy opera. In ENGLISH. )
Zebina listens.
Hitherby peers from side to side but not backwards as it hops along.
Daimon offers the pen to the bird, to see if it's interested.
Long distance to Hitherby: Demiurge thinks you notice him now.
Hitherby eyes the pen, tilting her head to the side. It's *shiny*.
Daimon resonates, of all things, on the bird. It's weird to see a raven here, and you know, who
knows about vessels.
You paged Daimon with 'Roll?'.
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Daimon makes it by the SKIN of his teeth.
You say "Daimon is barraged by Hitherby's current important Needs and desires."
Hitherby considers her Needs. Hm.
Demiurge leaves it to Hitherby to say what they are.
Daimon waits for Needs.
Hitherby regretfully decides not to play 'freak the human' with "Nevermore." She does nip for the
pen, though. Needs: hm. She wouldn't mind the Word of Dragonflies (Level 6), plus she'd sort
of like to find the demons that are around here (Level 3), plus she wants the pen and to get back
to where she's supposed to be (Level 0-1; I can do these on my own :)
Daimon o 0 O (shit.)
Daimon gives the bird the pen, fulfilling a small Need.
Hitherby nips the pen happily and prepares to go back to hopping down the hall. She doesn't think
she notices, at least not automatically, the Geas 1?
You say "Hitherby does not realise the Geas, no."
Daimon peers at the bird curiously. "Either an Angel," he thinks, "Or one of the Game."
Daimon leans toward the Game.
Hitherby thinks about any other Needs. There's probably a Level 3 or 4 about getting the legal
rights to certain local parks into the hands of the right people, albeit not herself. And that's all I
can think of right now.
Zebina enjoys the singing in the main auditorium.
You say "That's probably enough, Hitherby."
Daimon contemplates something funny to do to a servitor of the Game in a bird vessel.
Demiurge nods to Zebina. The opera is coming to a grand finale. The music's good.
Daimon looks. Are there people performing on stage?
Hitherby nods to Demiurge. She didn't know how many to give :)
You say "There are, indeed, people performing on stage, though the hallway you're in doesn't
actually look out onto the stage. You'd need to go out of the door at the end to get out to a box
overlooking the stage."
Hitherby works the cap off the pen, because she hardly needs the *writing* instrument.
Daimon goes out and peers.
The opera seems to be drawing to a grand finale, with a dead-looking tyrant-type lying on the
stage, two lovers embracing, and all the chorus dancing and singing about justice being done.
Hitherby goes back to her hopping. There is, of course, the chance that that guy was a demon,
but first, he was nice, and second, he was just a random guy in the hall, who didn't even seem
terribly important.
Daimon decides to pocket the geasa and let it wait... for now.
Daimon o 0 O (Besides, there's a main performance yet)
Daimon pages: Screw that. I invoke the Geas, to get the Raven to fly over the performers heads
and crap on them. Heh."
Long distance to Daimon: Demiurge laughs. Okay.
You say "Hitherby, make a Will Roll."
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Hitherby does pretty well.
Demiurge adds Daimon's earlier check digit. Alas. Failure.
Daimon shrugs. Ah well.
You say "The Geasa doesn't go off."
You say "Daimon takes a point of dissonance (this bird is surprisingly strong-willed!) and may try
again in five days."
Daimon swears, and points out that he's dissonant for having no dissonance.
You say "You can always try and get rid of it later by making the Geas work."
Daimon says "But not now. It would have been funny."
Hitherby says "Do I notice the attempt?"
Hitherby has no idea, hence she asks :)
Demiurge doesn't think so, not if you didn't realise about Daimon or what he was.
You say "It just didn't "take"."
Hitherby nods. 'Kay.
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