You ‘member the good ‘ol days Grey? I remember the good ol’ days. Less noise, less stench, less government… less people. In those days a gent had nearly limitless potential, providing he was fortunate enough to be born a Brit. There were places, things and people to be discovered,  even within the twisted tangle that was and is the black heart of London. People had style, flair even, and one could disappear into a crowd by just turning around.

These days everyone is just so preoccupied with being different, original. You ask me, it’s ‘cause they know they ain’t and they are desperately trying to keep anyone else from discovering that fact, all the while blindin’ themselves from noticin’ that evryone else is playin’ at the same stupid game. Me, I like to rattle people, giv’em a good fright to muddle up their skewed perceptions of things, keep ‘em guessin’. See I been through enough’a that bullshit on my own ta know whut it’s all about. So I go about pretendin’ ta be just like they’d expect, trading facades and meaningless, comfortable anecdotes about life with some chap till he lets ’is guard down and then... WHAM! Reality check. (Hyde’s already hideous countenance suddenly becomes even more freakishly twisted by what one could only surmise is some sort of sadistic grin which slowly fades as he continues.) Nothin’ too drastic y’unnerstand, folk usually rattle themselves more’n you ‘r I ever could. But you know as well as I do that to build a new temple, ya gotta smash the old one right down past the foundation to make any real progress.

Speakin’ a progress, how’re “things”? You an Beauty ever figure out if it wuz the Shug or that little Roach muckin about in the subways? Seems like Ol' Thaddeus saved me the trouble of explaining to that loopy prince that it ain't me tearin people apart. I got enough problems what with gettin jacked out of that new construction project.  

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'Nah Roach is a good boy. And the shug is too damn paranoid to go scaring folks on the train...'

Grey is in the process of ripping apart a few old computers, salvaging some parts for Roach. He looks quite alien with his large makeshift eyeglasses on...

'But i tell ya Hyde, ive seen some strange things end up down here and with none of those cousin fucking Giovanni around to molest the dead or whatever it is they do, we're bound to have a spectre or two around someday...'

Grey scratches at his bald head.

'Im thinking of sending Roach to investigate once the cameras get pulled out. That boys been too quiet lately... '

Yeah, Roach is alright, jus' young. Sometimes you do silly things when yer young. But if you think we got folks wanderin' about down 'ere, maybe we oughta look inna takin' security up a notch.

Really? Stranger than us? Well I'll be damned (as if I had a choice). Spectre? Izzat like a rogue Nos what goes about givin folk the willies? (Hell, I do that meself sometimes.)

Lem'me know if you want me to talk to my people at city hall 'bout those cameras, or if there's anything else I can do if that little'un don't turn up soon.

Oh, an by the way, you ever get that vioce-activated computer up and running for me? Not that you seem to be at a loss for things ta tinker wit, an I'm sure you're tired'a hearing how my fingers are to fat ta work a keyboard, but that touch-screen system you built for me didn't hold up very long.

'Well.. i figure if none of the other deadmen will come all the way down here, we probably dont have to worry about any juicy mortals making their way all the way dowh here...'

Grey scratches at his head again before ripping a motherboard uncerimonously out of a cumputer husk.

'The Tremere are taking care of the cameras.. Beauty traded them some information on a sloppy little kook. We went trapsing all through the regents house and smoked his cigars..'

Grey snickers. 'I wish youda come' he adds as an after thought.

'But im more concerned with wh ythe cameras are here in the first place... If its not one of us scaring the shit out of mortals on the train than what the hell is it?... I vote spectre. I mean hell.. if vampires are real why the fuck not ghosts, right?..'

Grey shrugs misshapen shoulders.

'Im not too concerned about it, but its not gonna go away with the cameras... so it will need to be dealt with. However we do that...'

Grey snorts and casts the motherboard aside after inspecting it. He dumps the rest of the computer to the ground as he stands.

'I just gotta find a monitor for you and you can set up the voice recognition. ' He says, dragging a tarp off a table to reveal the computer, hooked up to a microphone rather than a keyboard.. all built, except for the monitor.

Grey grins proudly...

'Well well, speak of the Devil.' Grey grins at Roach.

'What have you been up to lately Boy? avoiding all them cameras i hope..'

Grey settles back into his pile of broken computers, still searching for something...

As Hyde observes Grey dissecting the computer, his thoughts momentarily drift towards images of the ‘Alien Autopsy’ ‘Documentary’ and he grins. Tuning back in at the mention of deadmen and here, he looks around thoughtfully while Grey continues and finally replies “Jus’sayin’… you can’t have too many booby traps.”

Hyde is again amused at the thought of Grey and Shug hovering about the chantry, and thinks to himself it might have actually been worth the trip if he could have absconded with a fistful of the Tremere’s undoubtedly expensive cigars to sell on Ebay.

He once again snaps back to Grey’s voice as he speaks of cameras and ghosts, wondering how one would go about making an anti-personnel device for an apparition.

Hyde’s eyes follow the computer’s now heartless corpse as it crashes to the floor, spilling some of its other unwanted innards, before returning to Grey and widening at his grandiose unveiling. After letting out a long whistle and absentmindedly rubbing his hands together he says “Goodie gumdrops” before turning around at Roach’s entrance.

“Well, well, indeed. You seem none the worse, we were startin ta worry 'bout ya. But speaking of going, s’pose I best be off afore Beauty skins my Hyde.” He chuckles to himself at his own little joke, wandering into his own chamber to collect his greatcoat and cane before heading out.  

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(If thats even possible i have no idea how to do it... But, with 2 other Nos PC's the updates are pretty frequent. There isnt a huge amount for you to catch up on really... Just the htreads in the hovel and one under the Chantry titled 'Uh..Sir?'. Thats about it for the Nos so far.)

Grey waves a farewell to Hyde, commenting to Roach:

'Poor Hyde has to take Beauty's place at the primogen council.'

He stops his tinkering and looks at the Young Nos.

'Leeches you say?...' He gives a bit of a shiver, even as a Nos you just dont get used to some things...

'How do you feel about Ghosts Roach?.. Once the Cameras are out of the tunnels we will still need to get rid of whatever brough them down here to begin with... '

'And seeing as you know the sewers and tracks so well you would be just the man for the job.'

'Id say checking up on the tv people sounds like a great lead. We cant crash the party like the warlocks are doing, but...'

He trails off a bit. 'Im sure Thomas wouldnt like us poking around in his secure computer networks... but if you think you can do it without getting caught you might be able to get some room numbers and names and such. Im sure whoever gave them the lead will be guest of honor up there..'

( Lets do Wits or Intelligence + Computer if you want to hack into the hotels computer remotely, or we can arrange a stealth roll if you want to break in. DIfficulty 8 for the hacking. )

(I didnt even know there was en email notification option... im on here everyday and i try to answer every thread asap... , You can sneak in and steal blondies bag. You rolled well enough to get past all the mortal eyes, but the tremere or Thomas might spot you creeping around. SO, post in the casino for that, under the Haunted new england cast party thread already in progress.)