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My Phone Is Blowing Up


Characters: Seraphine, Ramsey, Fawn, and Axle
Date: 2020-01-25
Summary: Seraphine, Ramsey, Fawn and Axle pursue a multi-purpose adventure at the local Petco with both dramatic failures and successes
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Soundtrack: The Meters - Mardi Gras Mambo

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Mardi Gras is in the air. Well, it's not quite time but Seraphine can definitely feel the energy ramping up in the Quarter. There are a ton more tourists then there were last week, and then there were the week before that. It's coming. Like a hurricane that won't be stopped, Mardi Gras is coming.

Seraphine watches out the window as people pass by, drinking and yelling. There is no moon tonight, or what there is can't be seen. It's a clear, chilly night, and the Darkling wiggles into a leather jacket over her black dress, tights and boots, shivering a little. "Where is everybody?" She wonders idly and pulls out her phone to start checking messages.

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"Where's who?" Jesus! Does Ramsey have a secret entryway somewhere in here? Does he just live in the crawlspace? Stepping up to peer out the window with a beer in his hand, he squints a little bit. "Might do one of the rides this year. Don't know. Maybe."

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There's a rumbling of a motorcycle engine outside. A number of them in fact. Among the riders is a certain grizzled, gray-haired fellow known as Emmet, who's carrying Axle on his bitch seat. The bikes all pull up outside the shop, but only long enough for them to shed one wolf-blood and for her to give Emmet a smooch -- and be swatted on the butt as she's trying to take off. She pauses to playfully smack at him before coming on toward the shop, in good spirits. "Helloooohhh? People?" she calls from the entrance. Nawlins is so creepy in its coincidences. More rumbling as the dozen or so motorcycles rev up and take off in twos and threes, scattering half-drunk tourists and local pedestrians alike.

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Serphine yipes out as Ramsey creeps up behind her. Not that he was creeping, but she just wasn't really prepared to have the wolf suddenly appear over her shoulder drinking a beer. "Where /do/ you come from anyway? I never see you enter by the front door, that's for sure." She smirks and reaches out with one hand, giving the international 'grabby-grabby' sign with her fingers, trying to get a little bit of his beer. "Never mind. I'm more in a bourbon mood tonight, anyway." Like, when is she not in a bourbon mood. "I restocked the rock candy for you too, by the way. Gotta make sure my wolf gets his sugar fix." She grins up at him, and it's a long way up from her 4'9" stature.

Suddenly the shop is surrounded by Harleys. She glances back out, amused, as she sees Axle get a little swat from her boy and heads inside as they all leave. "Hey Axe! How's Emmet?"

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Ramsey chuckles and says "Steal things long enough, they reappear." He does hold out the bottle by the neck, and when Axle shows up he says "What up!" It's not really like Ramsey is a particularly stealthy guy, like, at all. "What you mean? I come in same as everyone else I figure. Or.. Maybe I don't? Hmm."

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"Hi!" Axle burbles as she enters and approaches -- and upon hearing about rock candy, she heads over to where it has been stocked and pokes around, herself. "Emmet's pissed! His daughter wants to drop out of Tulane to join the Navy." She fishes out one of the sticks covered in candy and starts gnawing at one of the sugar crystals, sprinkling debris all down the front of her clothes, which tonight consists of a tee shirt from a band called 'Loogie' (classy!) and her worn-in button-fly jeans. And... Oh God. Pink crocs on her feet. :(

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On second thought, Seraphine will share a little beer with Ramsey. "You didn't back wash, did you?" She grins and takes a long pull off the bottle anyway before handing it back to him. "You know where to find more." She offers helpfully and then notices Axle's shoes, which prompts her to head to the cash register. The Banshee pulls $150 plus a little extra and hands the wad to Axle. "You saved me. I owe you what I owe you and then some. Thank you -- you're an angel." She looks at Axle's shoes as she hands the monty over and notes. "You could buy shoes... I mean, not that there is anything wrong with pink crocks. But." She laughs and then refocuses. "Dropping out? for the Navy? Don't you do better if you show up with a degree? Like officer material sort of thing?" Seraphine has no idea. "Ramsey, when you going to do your ride? Are you dressing up? Maybe we'll come follow you around." She grins and heads off to find bourbon and another two beers; one for Ramsey and one for Axle.

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"No more than usual," Ramsey assesses of his bottle, then can't help but snicker a little as Seraphine gives Axle shoe money. "I mean, there definitely is something wrong with them, but not that bad in the grand scheme." Finishing his first beer and getting re-armed, he says "Most of the runs happen for Fat Tuesday, though sometimes there's outliers."

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Axle holds up her hands and refuses to take the money unless Seraphine forces it into her hands -- at which point she'll set it down on the counter in the open. "No way. That's your money now. Stray Dog would want you to have it." Then she actually takes a moment to think about what was implied about what's on her feet, scowling down at her shoes. "What's wrong with my crocs? They're the winter kind. Look, furry lining!" She turns her foot so one can see tufts of bright pink fuzzy stuff sticking out of the shoe; looked like they lined it in Muppet. She's still sulking when she accepts the bottle of beer and pulls a sip from the contents.

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Seraphine looks down at the fuzzy crocs and 'huh's. "I didn't know they came like that. It's sort of cool. OK -- then use the money alcohol or prostitutes -- something Stray Dog and Johnny will agree on." She smirks at that, enjoying the visual before she turns back to Ramsey. "Right on Fat Tuesday, huh? Wow there are so many thing that all happen at once. But if we come follow you, it'll keep us in the spirit but keep us out of the city, which is going to be utterly berserk." She assures him. "This is only ever the first time I've actually spent time in the city for this. Usually my family was far away from it all when it happens. I mean, my former family."

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Ramsey says, "Look, crocs have their place, but that's usually airport kiosks and kitchens. They had their time in the sun." Pulling a chair out, Ramsey flops into it, and rests his elbow on the counter. "There's stuff leading up to it, you might like it, but Fat Tuesday is kinda .. the thing for Mardi Gras, whether it's the carnivale or the courir. First time? I mean, you'll probably get your fill by the time the main event rolls around, its like them putting cristmas decorations out on Halloween, gets longer every year." Pausing for a minute, he considers, then says "Does it really count as former? Granted I don't know how all that works.""

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"Ya know what? Fuck alla y'all. My shit is awesome," Axle says, gesturing at them with full-on aggravated monkey fingers. Then she simply goes back to crunching on the rock candy, dismissing the subject in favor of saying, "Y'all are my family." Who she just told to fuck off. But that's what families DO. She reaches to take the hunnerd and fifty dollars and pushes it down into her fifth pocket after folding it up small enough to fit in there behind a tiny Bic lighter; she holds the rock candy between her teeth while she's using both hands to put the money away.

--

Fawn has arrived.

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Seraphine agrees with Ramsey. "I was 14 when I left and we definitely didn't spend much time int the city when all this was going down. So this is 'sort' of like my first time. I'm getting used to a higher fever-pitch of MG celebrations." She smirks as Axle goes off in the way that Axles do. "Now that I see there is fir in the, I'm in love." She smiles sweetly at the wolf blooded and insists for sure that the girl takes the money. "All y'all are my family too. And the other family is only former family because they got a fake me to stand in my place." Which certainly must clear it up for Ramsey.

--

The gang's at Jinx, making fun of or praising Axle's pink crocs with the fur lining, talking about depressing realities and mardi gras, and family surrogacy. Ramsey is feeling weird for not having a tragic backstory and a living family. Sipping his beer, he turns slightly in the chair so he can use the back of it like an arm wrest. "Oh right, you said something about replacements. That's.. Rough. Do you have anyone from before that knows you? I'm not real clear on timelines."

--

The door opens and in walks Fawn, returning to the shop just as she promised. She really did seem to like it that first time! She steps in and glances about, and upon noticing familiar faces she smiles to those present and gives a little wave. She hears the chatter so she doesn't interrupt yet.

--

Axle's got an actual family, too! Most of them are even plain old humans. They just live in Chicago. Or as is the case with her jailbird brother, a prison in southern Illinois. "So. I need some meds for Zeke. He has some kind of cold; and since he's stolen, like, I can't take him to the vet..." She stops speaking abruptly when the door opens -- but it's Fawn, so she relaxes. "Hey, dude. Beer?" she offers, waggling the one in her hand that she takes another sip of.

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Seraphine to the rescue! She grabs more beers for anyone who wants them, but is content to mosey down shit-faced lane with her bourbon. "Awwww. I'm sorry Zeke is sick. We could break into a ver or something if you know what kind of meds he needs?" She then laments. "I miss Mario so much. I think he's still alive, but the fetch took him from my family and got rid of him somewhere. I don't even know where he is now." She glances Ramsey's way. "Mario. As in Andretti. Not 'brothers. He's an italian greyhound -- he goes fast. Hence the name Mario." She's not sure why she's explaining all that to Ramsey, but she is. "Hey Fawn! Good to see you. I am glad you survived my pathetic reading." Shelaughs.

--

Ramsey lifts his beer as well to the new arrival, saying "Norm!" Then he thinks about what Seraphine says, in the mean time saying "I mean, I think a vet would still look at him. He microchipped where someone's gonna narc you out?" Then a pause, and he glances toward Seraphine, "Any idea where? We could try to find out, knock out two birds with one .. bag of rice?"

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"Sure," Fawn says to Axle as she heads to where they are, taking a beer when one is offered. As she cracks it open and takes a sip she looks between the three. The beer is lowered and she asks, "Someone sick?" She searches for the answer among faces again. "A dog?" Sip sip. She grins a little at Seraphine and murmurs to her, "It was fine." She looks toward Axle. "I'm sorta good with herbs and stuff if you ever want me to try and help him. Never tried much with animals.. but I'm alright with humans."

--

"Well, I was thinking. Ya know, killing lots of birds... Do you think we might want to have some animal tranquilizers when we go check out the locus? You think the Bechamel would be immune to those?" Axle stills thinks the place is haunted by cream sauce, apparently. "And like, we can try to find some records on Fee's doggy. And like, raid the drug cupboard for some dog-Quil for Zeekers." She trails off and says, to Fawn, "Zeke's gonna be our pack mascot. Whenever we get the locus. We stole him from a very bad man."

--

Seraphine smiles as Fawn at least lies to her and tells her it was okay. "you're very sweet." She says quietly back to the girl. "Axle, that sounds like a great idea; finding some of Mario's records shouldn't be to hard. As long as he ha kept the name I suppose. He's what kept me going through the long nights of undertainty. . "Getting Mario back would be the best. Plus meds for Zeke would be even more popular.

--

"Beshilu is a series of broken shards of the Plague King, a spirit so strong it's basically a god, like Father Wolf was. Tranqs probably won't do the trick, but it never hurts to have some in your back pocket. Well, sometimes it might, if you sit on the wrong thing. But you know what I mean." Ramsey dispenses his folksy wisdom of the spirits and horse tranquilizers, which he might take recreationally. "Overall a good idea, and, I mean, Fawn can put some kinda root whammy on maybe? Or, like. Tea? Is that anything?" Recovering from physical harm at an alarming rate does tend to skew your notions of how everyone else works in that regard. Like an anime character, just eat a giant haunch of fictional meat and take a nap! "To the Doggmobile!"

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"Stole him? So.. said very bad man may come looking for him? Could ya not have stolen a stray or something?" Fawn asks. "Or is this doggo special?" She sips her beer while eyeing the three, trying to catch up quick on what's going down. "Root whammy. I like that." She laughs.

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"Well, if the tranqs won't work on *Beshilu*," she says, pronouncing the name correctly for the first time ever, "then we can sell'em. Or hell, we can shoot Stevie with'em." Stevie being the usual foil for Axle's dark humor. She explains to Fawn, "Zeke's just... Ya know. A regular dog, but he was being treated like shit by his owner; they had him living in the place with the plague monster. So he's ours now. And if you're gonna have a pet, you gotta take care of him, right?" She trails off, shifting in her awful pink crocs, tilting back the bottle of beer for another pull. "And now we need to rescue Mario. What if he ended up at some Trump supporter's house? We gotta help! For America! It's a moral imperative."

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"Special K! Seriously, if we get a hold of Ketamine we're totally going to have a party, trust me. And we're not selling it or wasting it on Stevie, that is, unless Stevie wants to join in the fun." Seraphine declares. "And god.. if Mario is at some Trump supporter's house... what if they brain washed him? We /gotta/ rescue him now!" The Darkling grabs her phone and slips her ID and some money in the case before slipping that into her pocket. "Alright, let's go!"

--

Ramsey hops to his feet with a little bit of air and a clomp of his bootheels onto the shop floor, slams the rest of his beer, then says "We can all fit in the truck if I'm a wolf and someone else drives, unless Fawn wants to drive the bus on a covert mission."

--

Ketamine? Trump? Tranquilizers? What the hell did Fawn walk in on? The redhead looks at the three and just sips that beer. Sounds like she's going to need it. "Uhhhhhh.. I'll just sit on someone's lap," she decides. "Ya'll sound like whatever's about to happen is gonna be.. interesting. Me driving might not be best." Fawn snickers, then quickly finishes her beer.

--

"I'll drive," Axle offers. It's one the skills she's known for, after all. She drains another chugging swallow or eight from her beer, setting the bottle down and pausing to pull her tee shirt up over the lower half of her face so she can belch out the excess gas with a little bit of privacy. Without pulling the shirt down yet, she points out, "Do we even know where we're going? You better Google something, Fee. My phone got wrecked when I dropped it in the toilet."

.oO( Seraphine rolls 1 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits - 3 (untrained investigation)
 Result: Failure -- (2)

.o...................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

<OOC> DRAMATIC FAILURE DECIDED

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Soundtrack: Devo - Explosions

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Seraphine tries to look up some vet that is close on her phone, but as she does her phone bursts in to flames, dangerously close to her body, and she drops it like a volatile hot potato. "Jesus Christ, that almost ripped off my face!" She takes a few panicked breaths as she deals with that mess and then says weakly, "We could always go to Petco."

--

Ramsey reaches into his pocket, tossing his keys to Axle, stares briefly at whatever just happened to Seraphine's phone, saying "Must be that battery issue they keep claiming isn't real," and then ducks behind the counter for some privacy as he shifts into wolf form, for space considerations and so that he can hang his head out the window as they drive. You'd do it too, don't lie. Shaking himself at the shoulder and then haunches, he barks, indicating he is ready for Operation: Go-Time

--

Yeah, this is strange. And Fawn only stopped by for candles! The redhead shuffles into the pack of people going to.. who the fuck knows. But she's going! Onward!

--

"Holy fucking hell!" Axle blurts, her face popping out from inside her tee shirt, features aghast at the seeming suicide of Seraphine's phone; she's also unprepared for the key-toss, and they hit her in the chest and drop to the floor. She's blessed with common sense; however, in addition to the beer she had on an empty stomach, she may also have partaken of some illicit substances with Emmet's M.C. "Petco? Oooh, yeah. I bet they have access to animal records. They do them adoptions once in a while." She leans down to scoop up the truck keys, shaking them as she starts toward the shop door.

--

Seraphine holds her heart with her hand, possibly to ensure it doesn't beat out of her chest. Fortunately she's calming down over the phone incident and to Axle she says "I'm in, but can we stop by an electronics store and let me try to 'pick up' a phone? After the vet is fine. Let's go!" She takes a long look at Ramsey, because /that/ never gets unweird and then offers Fawn a high five for, no reason in particular. Mostly just because she is willing to go along.

--

Ramsey has backed himself into a corner on commentary, but his muffled growls and whuffs surely mean something to someone! Maybe there's a doggie door he comes in by? Anyway, he's out by the front door and heads to the old pickup, taking a dive in through the open window.

--

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Fawn takes the high five and turns on her heel, moving to head after Ramsey. She's grinning slightly as she goes. "This feels like an adventure.." she murmurs mostly to herself as she makes her way out and to the truck, hopping into it and scooting over. She's happy to sit in the front or the truck bed.

--

"Of course. We need the phone first, so we can google where to find Petco. Unless you know where one is." She lets Ramsey out by door and heads on to the truck, pausing to grin at Fawn. "It is! Hey, do you have a phone? Can you google where Petco is? And see if it's near a phone store." Two adventures in one! She opens the driver's door of the truck and climbs in, sliding the key in position and starting it up, not bothering to wait until everyone's in. It's not like she'll take off before they're all settled. Plus she needs time to fart around with the radio and fuck up Ram's station settings.

--

"I have a laptop back there but I'm scared to touch it as I seem to be jinxed right now." How appropriate. Seraphine waits to see if Fawn has a phone, otherwise she grabs the laptop and gets in the back, front of the truck, most likely keeping hte wolf company.

--

Riding along in my automobeeeeeeeeeeeel! Bench seating for three normal sized people means extra room for a wolf to hang his head out the window. He does seem a bit miffed that Axle keeps trying to make Dad Rock happen on his radio but whatever. A suburban petco next to a MetroPCS store is located in a suburb not that far away! Drugs, booze and bad ideas converge with mobile weirdos to render upon them a parking lot and a crappy strip mall. The land of opportunity.

--

As strange as it all is, Fawn can't shake the lurking grin on her face. The conversation along the way with the shenanigans they must be up to next feel really great. As the four pull into the strip mall she waits her turn to hop out, and then she waits to see where they'll go first.

--

Axle drives like a fucking old lady; really, someone's grandmother. But when one is on a heist, one doesn't want to draw attention to oneself. Should that need an actual getaway... Otherwise it's turn signals and speed limits and shit. Not to say she doesn't get road rage when someone pulls out in front of her. As happens when they're nearing the strip mall. At which point she rolls the window down, sticks her head out and screams, "Learn to drive, you douche bag!" while flipping the bird. She's serene one more by the time she parks them in the neighboring parking lot, out in front of a Pizza Hut. No sense parking too close to the places they plan to steal from. Out she tumbles and waits for Sera to take the lead to the phone store.

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<OOC> Seraphine says, "ok -- Axle if this is cool, she'll use her Darkling blessing, be cloaked invisible for three turns and just go in and quickly rip off a phone so I don't hold this up?"

<spend> Seraphine spends 1 point of their Willpower pool, for transubstantiating into shadows.

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Seraphine nods at the invite to help herself to a phone. "I'm gonna steal one but I'll have to figure out how to get it started later on." Which may be harder than she thinks if the phone is reported stolen. But that's a headache for later on. She stands in the shadow of one of the lampposts and suddenly she's completely gone from sight. From there she runs in, makes her way into the back room, and helps herself to a brand new phone. She's back lickety-split and appears once more, this time with a new phone in hand. "Okay, let's go get some Special K. And look up to see if Mario's records are in their system. Wow, that might be hard for me -- I don't seem to have good luck with electronics today. Or ever." She laughs.

--

<spend> Ramsey spends 2 (-2 points) of his Essence pool, for Gift of Technology Shutdown.

<spend> Ramsey spends 1 point of his Willpower pool.

.oO( Ramsey rolls 11 Dice )Oo...............................................o.

 Roll: Presence + Intimidation + Purity + 3
 Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (8 4 2 1 1 5 6 10 6 9 9 10 4)

.o......................................oO( exceptional success! (public) )Oo.

--

Ramsey ducks into the truck and re-emerges as Ramsey, since it makes talking easier, and he settles his cowboy hat onto his head, peering to see what phone Fee chose, then says "Alright. I got the surveillance. The doors'll just pop outward if you leverage them, since they aren't allowed to lock anyone into these places." As he starts toward the petco and its collection of strange smells, he cracks his neck and whispers something growly under his breath. The lights in the parking lot go dead, with intermittently one or another coming on in an eerie flicker. The lights of the storefronts do the same, leaving the petco bathed in the eerie light of its fish tanks and guttering, flickering fluorescence from the ceiling. Very spookshow.

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Fawn is lingering near Axle, watching as.. Seraphine disappears and reappears later with a phone. She leans back against the truck and says, "That's.. impressive. Damn. How does someone learn how to do that?" A glance Axle's way. "It's probably something we can't do, yeah?" And then she's watching Ramsey and.. how the light are going out. Yeah. Freaky. Fawn inches a smidge closer to Axle, you know, to stay safe and all.

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"Naw, that's a ling-thing, for sure," Axle points out to Fawn, waiting with Wolfsey and her for Seraphine to return. Once she does -- and Ramsey does his thing -- the little shit of a wolf-blood has the nerve to reveal, "I'll wait with the truck, just in case security comes by. I can deal with them. Don't forget the cold meds for Zeeker!" She waves to them from the pick-up. Whaaat?

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"Wow! That's ... really cool Ramsey." Seraphine is completely impressed and makes her way over to the Petco doors, having utter faith that she won't show up on surveillance because Ramsey blew everything out. And then she realises, he blew out the computer inside too, right? She Hmms. "This would have been back 7 years when he was still a puppy, I bet they still have paper records around... Well, we'll soon find out." She waits for Ramsey and Fawn and then easily pries open the doors outward and heads for the Petco Vet area. More doors? She's pretty sure Ramsey fixed that up too. "Let's head in!" She stage whispers for dramatic purposes.

--

<OOC> Ramsey can shape it to a degree, left a wedge for the vet desk area :D

<OOC> Axle says, "With that many successes? Hell yeah. :D"

<OOC> Axle says, "Dramatic failure, dramatic success!"

<OOC> Seraphine says, "nice!!"

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Ramsey follows Seraphine in and peers around the now spooked out pet store, the sudden change in environment and the presence of a predator sending several of the animal inhabitants into an adgitated state. He peers toward where Seraphine is headded and says "I think that's still on. You should be good. I'm gonna grab some food for Zeke while we're here while you check for the records. He starts toward the back aisles. You know. Doing the shopping.

--

Fawn is watching the two head into the store, and for a bit after they enter she's watching around the parking lot. It takes her a bit to move away from the truck, and she says, "I'm gonna.. keep an eye out," or something, and she rushes off to the store. Fawn lingers just inside, keeping an ear out for the two already inside.

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Soundtrack: Morris Day & The Time - The Bird

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There's a section of aquariums that are turned off, and others that remain on, being in the slice of pie that the vet's office also occupies. Their blue and green interiors cast eerie glows through the place. Most of the critters are asleep, with the exception of the fishes. With Ramsey in the place, a few of the creatures that remained awake are in a tizzy over his presence. The ferrets are all hiding inside their little plastic playset. The adoption area is mostly empty -- except for a trio of hissing cats.

Suddenly the quiet is broken by a loud screeching sound and a thunder noise of air currents. There's a large stand to which an enormous blue Hyacinth Macaw is leashed by his right foot. He was asleep when they entered. And now? He's flapping and clawing in Ramsey's face. While shrieking, "PEEKABOO! PEEKABOO! PEEKABOO!"

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<OOC> Fawn must idle some, putting kid to bed, so feel free to skip me till I'm back

<OOC> Seraphine says, "ok -- since Sera sucks out loud at investigation, I'm going to use the Changing Fortunes contract to give her 2 extra dice. And it's free if she dramatically failed in this scene -- so that worked out pretty awesome :) roll to follow"

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.oO( Seraphine rolls 8 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Occult + Wyrd - 1
 Result: Success (4) -- (2 4 4 10 8 3 10 8 4 3)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Seraphine rolls 3 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits - 3 (untrained investigation) + 2
 Result: Success (1) -- (7 10 5 4)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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<OOC> Seraphine says, "oh! with 1 dot of street wise do you all think she can figure out identifying the drugs? Is there something I should roll? wits+streetwise or something?"

<OOC> Axle says, "That sounds good to me."

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.oO( Seraphine rolls 5 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Streetwise
 Result: Failure -- (5 7 3 2 4)

.o...................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

--

<OOC> Axle says, "Great. Horse laxatives it is!"

<OOC> Seraphine says, "she's gonna need help Ramsey! Oh HAHAHAHAH"

<OOC> Ramsey grins

<OOC> Axle cackles.

<OOC> Axle says, "Your fortunes suck tonight, dear."

<OOC> Ramsey says, "Recreational laxatives, less fun than recreational tranquilizers, but they have their own charm."

<OOC> Seraphine says, "no joke!"

<OOC> Axle says, "Just tell Stevie it's ketamine."

<OOC> Ramsey says, "Its a hard life."

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Seraphine heads into the vet area and manages to pull up the records... now to see if Mario is in here.. anywhere... she hopes. And as she is a superstar, she manages to multitask and starts looking for drugs in the locked cabinet with the glass windows. Unfortunately for Sera, her superstarness wears off. She can't find anything that looks familiar! "The cold meds and the ketamine must be under some other name... RAMSEY!" She calls for help because she just can't seem to figure this out at all.

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<OOC> Ramsey says, "How much damage you figure a parrot does?"

<OOC> Ramsey says, "One of my asps is to take damage :D"

<OOC> Axle says, "Let's just say 2 bashing? XD"

<OOC> Ramsey says, "Haha sure"

<OOC> Axle says, "I don't think animal claws would be aggravated damage."

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Ramsey takes some bashing and is now lightly bruised.

--

.oO( Ramsey rolls 3 Dice )Oo................................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Streetwise
 Result: Failure -- (3 5 1)

.o...................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

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It's not exactly a blood curdling scream, but there is a moment of "What the shit! Aaagh!" roared out, the werewolf reeling back and using a bag of dog food as a shield after being clawed in the face, hustling his way back, relying on that leash to protect him. It wouldn't be dignified to kill a macaw in a berserker rage. Not that this is dignified. Wiping blood off of his face with a forearm, Ramsey says "I'll look. Guhh.."

A moment later, he says "Uhh... Maybe Fawn knows."

--

The poor bastard. The macaw, that is! His name's Scooby and he was just trying to get some sleep when the werewolf wandered into his territory. "PEEKABOO. PEEKABOO. PEEKABOO. PEEKABOO. C'mere! C'mere! Scooby Doo! Scooby Doo!" the creature prattles once he has landed back on his perch. He stalks back and forth, walking claws over claws from one end of the perch to the other and back again, beating his wings from time to time to threaten Ramsey away from coming back any closer.

Axle, meanwhile, is busy flirting with a guy who has come out of the nearby Pizza Hut with his friends, paying little to no heed to the heist at this point.

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<OOC> Seraphine says, "well, shall i try the streetwise roll again? you think with a -1 this time or something?"

<OOC> Axle says, "That sounds good. The penalty, I mean."

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.oO( Seraphine rolls 4 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Streetwise - 1
 Result: Success (1) -- (7 1 8 5)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Seraphine rolls 6 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Strength + Brawl
 Result: Success (3) -- (7 10 8 6 6 5 9)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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Well now Seraphine is thinking. She shines the light on her new phone into the cabinet and can finally figure out the drugs they need. Ketamine, Amoxicillin, and... something that looks a lot like a laxative. "Oh, that's going to be funny somewhere down the road. Seraphine picks up a heavy paperweight off the desk and knocks the lock off the cabinet, if she can, and grabs those three items specifically.

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"You okay back there?" comes Fawn's voice in a stage whisper after hearing that squawking. She tosses a glance out towards the street and back, jumping when she hears something banging. Fawn rubs her hands together and starts heading towards that sound, and she calls softly to Seraphine, "Need any help? I got pockets." You know, to carry stuff.

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Ramsey gives Fee the thumbs up when she recognizes what they need, glad someone does, and shoulders the bag of dog food. When he heads toward the door where Fawn is checking on them, he says "I'll trade you if you want to help her get what we need from the lockup, I think she just broke the cage open with her bare hands." He seems impressed. "I'll keep an eye out. The signal will be the mighty hoot owl. Or just 'cheese it, the fuzz', whichever."

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Seraphine finds a record on Mario - or at least some little Italian Greyhound that looks exactly like how she remembers him, jots down all the info she can find, gives a handful of drugs to Fawn so she can help carry them, then she runs out, with Ramsey and Fawn in tow.

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Soundtrack: Theme From Cops - Bad Boys

<OOC> Axle says, "One sec while I throw in a complication."

<OOC> Axle says, "Everybody do a Wits + Composure"

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.oO( Seraphine rolls 6 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Composure
 Result: Failure -- (7 7 1 7 3 2)

.o...................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

.oO( Ramsey rolls 6 Dice )Oo................................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Composure + 1
 Result: Success (2) -- (6 3 10 1 3 7 9)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Fawn rolls 6 Dice )Oo..................................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Composure
 Result: Success (2) -- (5 4 
         5 8 3 9)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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The dudes from the Pizza Hut have moved on. Axle's new target: A black pick-up driven by a guy in a uniform and a cap. The truck's logo is a large 'W' with the name 'Weiser' across the letter. Underneath that: Security, Inc. Why is she laughing so loud at an apparent joke the guy has told? Probably as a means of alerting the others to the fact that the security guard for the neighboring strip mall is in residence. Whether he came over because he noticed the lights were off remains to be seen.

Probably not a good time to return to the truck with their ill-gotten poop pills and such. Let's hope one of the gang notices before they bumble out into the parking lot.

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"Uhh.. C'mon. We gotta scoot," Fawn urges as she pockets the pills and gets everything hidden away in her pockets. She sneaksneaks to the front door as unsneakily as she can, and she looks back for Sera. A glance forward and she then steps to the side, just inside the shop. Well, maybe behind a register counter.

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.oO( Seraphine rolls 6 Dice )Oo.............................................o.

 Roll: Wits + Composure
 Result: Success (3) -- (3 2 2 10 3 8 9)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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Seraphine can't understand why Fawn is holding back. "C'mon! We gotta get out of here!" And she walks straight out into the parking lot, to wherever Axle has the getaway truck and... there he is! Mr. Rent-a-Cop. "Ohhhh crap! You got everything hidden Fawn?" Seraphine puts on a huge smile for the security guy and decides to just walk by like nothing is wrong. If he is alerted to them, she'll make him forget.

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.oO( Axle rolls 4 Dice )Oo..................................................o.

 Roll: Manipulation + Subterfuge
 Result: Success (1) -- (6 8 4 5)

.o...................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

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Seeing Seraphine stepping out, Fawn goes with her, standing taller and trying to look as normal as possible. "If you mean.. doggie pills? Yeah. Ain't like we stole a bunch of meth or something." She laughs a little, shrugging as she walks along. Nothing to see here!

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"Dude, do you work out? Your arms are ripped," Axle might be heard to say to the security guard, doing her best to fast-talk her way through the encounter, to keep him occupied while the other three exit the closed pet store. She's leaning against the window frame of the truck, stroking a hand up and down against the window while she's talking to him. "So like... Give me a ride down to the quickie mart over there, and I'll give you my number..."

Soon enough she's getting into the guy's pickup and being toted away down toward the Git 'N' Split at the end of the same strip as the Pizza Hut. Except she has Ramsey's keys in her jeans pocket. So the others will just have to chill in the truck until she gets back. At least the windows are still rolled down. Once the guard is ditched, she'll hike back to the truck, of course.

"Jesus. I thought I was going to have to blow that guy. Well, I hoped I would have to blow that guy," she jokes, flashing a grin at the others. "Shall we get out of here?"

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<OOC> Axle says, "Shall we fade to black here so Fawn can get some rest?"