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hexarchate_rpg2019-03-17 08:18 pm
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Chapter 2.3
[Housekeeping notes: we're fast-forwarding a bit to the security conference itself. Y'all can be assumed to have obtained anything reasonable during the shopping trip, from toys for the mothlings to jams for Sasha, and whatever else. We can also assume that Seyli more than adequately trained the Lanterner assassins in the use of the equipment sold to them.]
The Cantata docked smoothly in its assigned berth at the conference's hosting station. Remi promised that he would keep the mothlings out of sight, although it seemed suspiciously clear that he was looking forward to running intelligence tests on them in the guise of "games" manufactured with the aid of the matter printer and some toy schematics he picked up during the shopping trip.
Meanwhile, Fluffy the Vraselian pseudo-dragon keeps having to be shooed out of various public areas and appears to be building a nest out of scavenged materials.
It wasn't too difficult getting basic tools/implements/weapons past the conference's security. Paranoia is high, but so are distractions. The designated "dueling fan" is within sight at the far end of a hall with highly decorated vendor booths and poster displays. She is plump, wide-eyed, and deceptively excitable in affect, although Seyli knows from working with her during the trip that she's a quick study and she's really good with knives. She is, in fact, in duelist cosplay, complete with a hot pink Space Styrofoam boffer weapon.
Two booths away from the Lanterner "dueling fan," General Shuos Jedao can be seen with his aide, talking seriously to a highly muscular, tattooed, and decorative company representative. The banner behind the booth advertises "delicious hazelnut gianduja" ration packs laced with various popular stimulants.
[NOTE: So there are two big options for getting involved in this move!
(a) Part of the extraction team removing Jedao, or
(b) Staying behind and preparing the Cantata for extraction. In particular, Remi is looking for one or more volunteers to help him socialize and/or test the mothlings.
Obviously, you're welcome to take a third option if one occurs to you. If you need help brainstorming involvement, please feel free to message me or ask in the comments.]
The Cantata docked smoothly in its assigned berth at the conference's hosting station. Remi promised that he would keep the mothlings out of sight, although it seemed suspiciously clear that he was looking forward to running intelligence tests on them in the guise of "games" manufactured with the aid of the matter printer and some toy schematics he picked up during the shopping trip.
Meanwhile, Fluffy the Vraselian pseudo-dragon keeps having to be shooed out of various public areas and appears to be building a nest out of scavenged materials.
It wasn't too difficult getting basic tools/implements/weapons past the conference's security. Paranoia is high, but so are distractions. The designated "dueling fan" is within sight at the far end of a hall with highly decorated vendor booths and poster displays. She is plump, wide-eyed, and deceptively excitable in affect, although Seyli knows from working with her during the trip that she's a quick study and she's really good with knives. She is, in fact, in duelist cosplay, complete with a hot pink Space Styrofoam boffer weapon.
Two booths away from the Lanterner "dueling fan," General Shuos Jedao can be seen with his aide, talking seriously to a highly muscular, tattooed, and decorative company representative. The banner behind the booth advertises "delicious hazelnut gianduja" ration packs laced with various popular stimulants.
[NOTE: So there are two big options for getting involved in this move!
(a) Part of the extraction team removing Jedao, or
(b) Staying behind and preparing the Cantata for extraction. In particular, Remi is looking for one or more volunteers to help him socialize and/or test the mothlings.
Obviously, you're welcome to take a third option if one occurs to you. If you need help brainstorming involvement, please feel free to message me or ask in the comments.]
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
[IT'S TIME.]
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
"Yes, the Hall of Bird Masks," Jedao confirms. In the background, he's conferring with another bystander who's concerned about the situation; anyone present on-scene or viewing the station feeds can tell that it's Pink Hair from earlier. "This place doesn't lack for people with technical expertise, but we're concerned that we'll set off your internal security if we try to fix the problem."
It's hard to tell at first because of the drawl, but starting with "but we're concerned..." Jedao's voice starts to slur as the drug kicks in.
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Anyone on the scene will see Jedao meditatively staring at the "gas leak." The panic is subsiding as people start wandering aimlessly. Pink Hair is staring at the toolkit in his hand as if it belongs to a stranger.
Retrieval time - paging Seyli, Reshad, and Alaric
She sets the cleaning drone to an erratic pentagon pattern and lets the station cameras see it.
Active Drug Action
Right now, it is definitely going to seem like an incredibly bizarre gas leak, since it's not just odorless but definitely doesn't seem to be doing anything. Because wandering aimlessly is pretty much all it's going to make people do; this is a neuroanesthetic, so those affected will either just be really tired and out of it, or think everything is completely normal. They may be a little bit slower to respond to things. Standard anticholinergic side effects may apply, as poor Jedao is demonstrating for us.
"Completely normal" is not the case, because even those who aren't feeling sedate are going to be very responsive to suggestion! Whereby 'very' I mean 'completely,' so this part of the plan is not utterly madcap unless anyone besides our team was somehow immunized beforehand. Since Ione made this variation specifically for this purpose, only other time-travelers or people in hazmat gear are going to be protected ...
In retrospect it will seem completely pointless to all these people, because they'll have just gotten some GI problems, slurred speech and vertigo at most for their troubles, since it's as if none of this ever happened. Not everyone will even remember the gas being released; this is a variant of Different Brains Remember Different Stuff. Some might. No one will recall what happens while it is active, which absolutely means Virmad can now say whatever he wants, and Seyli could tell Jedao they have to go round up some cattle and a) he'll think this is reasonable, b) won't recall later thinking this was reasonable or being told it, and therefore won't have any idea who Seyli is in the first place.
Ione will have requested to be on hand for when the effects wear off, in order to take the blame for side effects and also make sure there haven't been any scary reactions ... in Jedao, she's pretty sure no one is concerned if someone gets really sick back at the convention hall since they'll have access to medical care that isn't her.]
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
[couldn't resist the opportunity to hit on Jedao, sorry not sorry!!!]
OOC
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
If not, she messages, "Almost done here," exits her booth and approaches Pink Hair while Jedao's drawl lengthens into a slur. "I'm so sorry, sir. What did you say your name was?"
(SkipTrack! I'm laughing.)
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Pink Hair blinks lazily at Reshad. "Well, that's a story," he says helpfully. "I was originally supposed to be named after my great-great-gran Emmer on my second mother's side, but there was a rift in the family, something to do with great-great-gran Emmer losing my great-great-aunt's beloved tractor, or maybe it was a third cousin, I lose track..." The story goes on and on, and Pink Hair is liable to keep telling it to the wall even if Reshad moves on.
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
EDIT: see also this comment continuing the general theme of Jedao-herding.
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Prophet's boots, does anyone in the heptarchate ever stop? Sasha displays "FOCUS" on Virmad's screen and then, belatedly, "thx".
Re: We're almost like 911 - paging Virmad
Meanwhile, she keeps an eye on the situation with Jedao. It's not paranoia to think they're out to get you when. You made plans to get them first.
the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
Reshad and Seyli will both notice that Jedao has no obvious guns on his person but he is openly carrying a Space Leatherman. He does not seem to notice it and is docilely continuing to follow Seyli to "dinner."
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
She keeps an eye out for anyone moving with too much purpose, and intentionally weaves her path through the booths so that she won't be an obvious tail.
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
"They'll be a whole group of us there," they say vaguely.
[[Does Seyli know Virmad was flirting?]
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding [paging Virmad and Sasha]
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding [paging Virmad and Sasha]
[Sure, let's assume there's a common operational channel.]
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)
Re: the continuation of Jedao-herding (paging Seyli)