(Continued from "Security")
(Supplemented and Continued from "Sinking ships and slow steps...")


Quinn will storm....err....limp into the Hovel...

Yelling out..

"Hey Old Man, either You're playing some nasty tricks on me or we have a problem..."

Quinn will limp over to the myriad panels of lights, wires, and buttons that sit in front of the electronics that flank Mister Grey's normal chair, Quinn will drop the mangled peices of metal on the floor in the middle of the room.  

"I sure don't think you ever dealt with toys this cumbersome Old Man, but ya could have at least told me there was a new set of traps about..."

Quinn will bend down and examine his leg before going over to the medical kit he keeps around and getting a bit of the saline he keeps in there to wash out the wounds..

Dragging over a chunk of old car Quinn sits down a tends to his leg (spending one blood point to heal), as always his leg knits itself back together.  The thought occurs to him that this could have been done sooner, and yet this is the first time he thought to heal himself instead of limp around.

"...So is this one yours Mr. Grey?"  

Peeking around the corner of Mister Grey's mess of panels he will see an empty chair, and a mess of video screens...  

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{Continued from 'Sinking Ships, The Hovel}

Hyde is playing up his angry gorilla posture as he stomps into the backbone of the city.

"QUIIIINNNN!!!" he bellows as he enters, "Where are y..." he trails off as he spots the mangled beartrap on the ground. Looking around, he eyes his suspect, sitting on one of the ruined cars the Brood often uses as furniture. Pointing to the offending steel jaws he says "THIS YOURS?" loudly and somewhat accusingly. "THE HELL YOU THINKIN' PUTTIN' THESE DAMN THINGS AROUND WITHOUT TELLIN' NOBODY!?!"  

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"Me...ME!?  Look you bloody bruiser, I encountered the bloody FUCKING beauties on my way home." pointing to the mangled steel in the center of the room.  "You could at least give an 'ol timer a heads up when you decide to lay new traps."  

Looking rather insulted at the whole matter..

"Its one thing to play pranks on an old Broodmate once in a while, its quite another to lay traps for 'em"

Absentmindedly rubbing the ankle the bear trap had clamped down on, now healed..

"So if you didn't do it Mr. Hyde.....Old Man was it.....wait....who the bloody hell is this?!?"  

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The yelling...at least there had been warning, but it didn't stop that unconscious tension in her muscles as they moved deeper into the Hovel.  The voice she now had a face to meld with mingling with one...she didn't know...the creature was on the borderline of timid as she remained quite dutifully near the exit...not whispering, not talking...her eyes falling on the bear trap.  It sent a shudder through her and did very little to coax her closer to the occupants...never thought she'd miss the wookie like she was right this second.

The words were quiet as they came out, keeping the pall mall princess sound in her voice at a volume that would require a ceasation of the yelling to be heard, the large black eyes falling on Quinn.  "Buggy."  

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The Nosferatu thrive on information, and when they don't have it, they tend to get bent out of shape rather quickly... even more-so than they already are. Now, it seems that none of the Brood present has any clue as to who suddenly started laying beartraps and the paranoia in the room becomes almost tangible. There is a long moment of silence where the four of them just stare at one another and then the disabled trap. It is Hyde that finally speaks.

"Wait a damn minute. If it weren't any of us, what does that leave us with? I know damn well it weren't Beauty, she prefers her deterrents to be biological an' furry. Nobody's seen Roach or Wilt in a month, an' Shug's dead. I seriously doubt that any of the local Kindred are dumb enough to come down 'ere... So what then? The Sabbat got nothin better ta do'n try to take us out wif this crap?" he gestures again at the hunk of steel on the floor.

"Not bloody likely."

"Oh, an' this'ere's Buggy." he pokes a thumb over his shoulder at the new face behind him. Widening his eyes he makes the circular motion with his index finger, pointed at his temple, while mouthing the word 'Crazy' at Quinn. (something about the pot and the kettle comes to mind) "She's from that Port-town whot all these new Kindred're commin' from."  

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Looking around the room at Grey, Hyde, Buggy, then back to the mangled metal on the floor Quinn will cast an eye on Buggy.

2008-07-18 23:30:52 Quinn rolls 5 dice to perc + sub (sense motive) 1,5,9,9,10 (2 successes)

No, She isn't the guilty party here, terrified, but not guilty.

Quinn will straighten himself up (as much as his twisted figure will allow) and face Buggy.

"I'm sorry Miss, I must say I'm still a bit agitated about having my ol' claw here nearly bitten off by some trap.  Please forgiv' my outburst.  My name is Quinn."

Quinn will make a deep bow towards the newly arrived and terrified Nosferatu.

"If you'll excuse my rudeness for a moment Ma'am" Quinn will turn to Hyde and Grey "If neither of you blokes laid them things...then we have a problem..."

Ma'am...she didn't think she'd ever been called Ma'am.  Yeah this was going to take some getting used to...she nodded a bit to Quinn, and dug her fingers back into the rear side of her hand to try to liberate the damnable creatures burrowing in her flesh...it was annoying to say the least...

Her ears perked up at the mention of a problem, and she shook her head...there was always a problem...she didn't see how some misplaced traps were such a big deal..but if she were settled here, she knew that she might very well have a different take on things...

'Dont even look at me for this!' Grey flails an arm as if they were accusing him, not for the traps, but for not spotting an intruder in the sewers.

'You know half my cameras crap out everytime we get a storm, the damn moisture guys, The Moisture!'

Grey is nearly vibrating with frustration. He gets so worked up over his electronics...

Beaumont listened to Mr. Grey get all touchy about his equipment cutting out because of the...less than electronic friendly state of the sewers...it struck her as odd that they didn't have much of an explanation for who or what had laid traps for them in their own domain without their knowledge...

When she spoke once more, the pall mall princess voice didn't raise..and she didn't move much closer to where the trio was gathered, she glanced over her shoulder once, and then again...and moved to put a wall of some sort behind her back...the flashlight was flicked on, and pointed back at the ground more for the sake of it being a security blanket of sorts than for an actual need for more illumination... "Wouldn't...wouldn't one of the creatures from the pools...or from just below have been able to see something or someone laying them out?"

Hyde grins a bit at Grey's tantrum, it is always reassuring on some level to be around others that are as passionate about their interests as he is.

"Easy there old bean, nobody's pokin' fingers in yer direction. Hell, if it weren't fer yer vigilance, we'd've probly all been ashed se'vral times over by now..." he trails off, apparently in thought and then nods at his own statement as if agreeing with it.

"A problem?" he says in response to Quinn. "Hell, I might just dance a lil' jig if we only had a problem. No, my friend, we've got problems." He looks to Buggy and then to Quinn, not sure for a moment if he should trust either of them after the Shug debacle. Finally deciding that the only one way to find out is to put it all out on the table. You gotta give to receive. Besides, if they betray the clan, he can always just track them down and dismember them later.

"Aside from the ongoing Sabbat siege top-side and the fact that they've already been down here once, that we know of, we got ghosts thumpin' round down 'ere, the guild of stage magicians-or whatever the hell they are- pissed at us 'cause of that bloody Kook Randolf, a couple of clanmates whot got themselves disappeared, an off-kilter whelp from the Clan of the Pose whot threatened to burn every Kindred in the city whilst we sleep, undead we know nothin' 'bout pourin' in from some mangled city we know even less about -no offence there, Buggy, and our Elder is AWOL." He looks around at the Brood for a moment "And that's jus' the crap I know about. I been busy as a cat tryin'a bury a turd on a marble floor lately, who knows how much I've missed out on tryin'a keep up wif da damn social-game in Beauty's absence."

He pauses again, trying to collect his thoughts, looking to the faces of his Brood for reactions "What I'm gettin' at is, we don't know shit right now. Not about who's tryin'a take our legs off on our own turf, an' even less about what's goin' down topside. He points a huge index finger upward "That needs to change 'fore we can do anything about our problems. We been so caught-up wif jus' tryin'a survive lately that we've effectively removed our only means a doin' just that."

"I say it's time fer us ta start watchin' each-other's backs. I say it's time fer us ta start wathin' everybody. I say it's high time we get back down ta doin' whot we do best..."

Beaumont's mind started to break things down a bit...breaking things down...sadly on the outside she was almost completely giddy as the little tid-bits of information came pouring in...sparse as they were..it gave her a starting point...and a drawing board.  Her hands rubbed together a bit, and she itched at her neck....her head tilting as Hyde piled potential catastrophy after potential catastrophy verbally upon those gathered...

Problems...
Sabbat Siege, at least one...well now two breeches of the defenses below.
Angry Magicians
Someone named Randolf who is apparantly unstable enough to have his mental capacity noted...
Death threats...day time death threats...
My arrival...apparantly the arrival of others who came before and will come after...
Missing Elder
Who the hell is beauty?  If she was one of us...well talk about wishful thinking...

Beaumonts face twisted into a little bit of a smirk, or what passed for one on her features at this juncture in time..it looked like something more akin to severe constipation trying to be worked through than the little bit of elation she was feeling at present.  The emotional contrast to the fear she felt moments ago was harsh, but she didn't seem to mind it in the slightest...she'd thought she'd walk in fear forever...and while she would, and was still on edge for a variety of reasons there was a ray of sunshine on the horizon it would seem.  She shifted back and forth a twitch and a smooth stream of air came between her teeth.  

"All for it actually...watching is the stuff that dreams are made of...helps pay the bills...first things first though, ought to get the stamp of approval from the prince...need to find a place to set up and hunker down...doesn't sound so catastrophic yet..."  she nodded to herself... "and water...definately need more water..."  Did she take into consideration how things came across at that moment?  No, of course not...why would she.  There wasn't going to be trust here for quite some time...they didn't give trust as a whole easily in most places...why would here be any whisp of different?

Hyde turns to look at her, certainly there was no trust in his countenance, he didn't even trust himself most days, but as there always is with the Nosferatu, there was a need for them to band together.

"We can take care of both of those. We can probly come up with a map for you too, to help you find yer legs. Shug won't be needing his quarters anymore," he looks down at what he had previously thought were simply mangled or misshapen hands and realizes that they are actually webbed "and there's a main storm drain leading right to it, it usually holds quite a bit of water. You're welcome to use it until you discover something more to your liking. Arranging a proper intro with the mad-Prince should be easy enough as well. Which do you want to do first?"

"Been a while since I had a decent conversation with a madman...make it easier to do my stuff up top without worrying about the law comming crashing down...other place?  It have electricity or I need to look into another way of getting power?  Map...appreciated."  

Wheels spinning within wheels...the potential this place had was suddenly...rather endless...especially with an insane prince...

Hyde pulls out his beat-up phone and begins ticking away at a text message while he listens to her, it will be sent to the Sheriff and reads"

'Zaine, one of ours to meet the Royalty for an intro. Where should I send her?'

"I am most certain that Mister Grey can see to it that your accomodations will have electrical current, if it does not already. He is most, innovative, when it comes to such matters."

He will dig a reasonably current sewer map and one corresponding to the surface from their communal records before she is shown to Shug's former squat.

Beaumont took the map, and shoved it away into her dress...where it went from there was anyones guess...."Wonderful...will help quite a bit..."  She didn't expound on such, there wasn't a reason to...besides, they'd catch on sooner or later...later was always a bit more...entertaining.  

Silently she would follow Mister Hyde as he showed her to her temporary set up...it wouldn't be a forever place but...for now, it would be somewhere to put her things so she could start when she had enough information and inspiration...

Grey will pour his nervous energy into something useful. The shug monkeys little shanty was powerless. The hairy freak was about as technically adept as... well the chimp he resembled.

Grey will set about rigging some extension cords and cables for Beaumonts temporary domicile. There is abundant material for a desk or whatever else she would be needing scattered about...

Quinn will be listening to the rustling in the Hovel, their little Haven on the information backbone of Sanfield.  Quinn will be watching one of the many screens Mister Grey has up showing news from three channels, some soap operas, documentaries...

Quinn jumps up, wide eyed, pointing frantically at one of the screens showing a local newscaster...

"OLD MAN!  Who is this!  Bloody hell how can you pause this...somebody, Hyde, anybody, do you know this Nos!"

Quinn is frantically pointing at one of the monitors <references news post for descrïptive purposes>.

"Will one of you get the hell over here!"

Beaumont had been too and from the hovel...after she had her things settled in, she'd spend her hours either up top, or locked away, the quiet whirring sound comming from where she claimed her temporary haven intermitently for hours at a time...she was heading topside again...when she heard Quinn's shouts...

Moments later she stood over Quinn's shoulder looking at the screen...and apparantly the mess made up top...she shook her head..."Not a clue..."

Grey will wander over. He punches a key or two and pulls back to the images with his DVR setup to see Roaches face.

Those big bug eyes blink and he nearly rips the monitor down when he grabs the sides, yelling.

'No, No, NO! Its Roach! My boy Roach!'

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2008-07-24 06:41:12 Radiation rolls 3 dice to Grey self control (Diff 8) 10,8,8 (3 successes)
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Roach, as the older broodmates would know better than Quinn or Buggy was Greys childe... Who ahd been missing for a week or so, but was prone to dissapearing so noone really thought much of it...

Grey lets loose a gargly, high pitched scream that will echo through the hovel, his blood boils, his long fingers clench into fists and he swats the offending monitor right off the wall in one sweeping punch.

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2008-07-24 06:41:20 Radiation rolls 3 dice to Grey self control (Diff 8) 7,8,10 (2 successes)
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The threat of frenzy fades fast. There is no real target for Grey's rage other than the only other things he loves...

'They must have snatched him right out of the sewers... why would he be in that penthouse?.. why would he even be above ground?!'

"Wait, what?!?"  

"That was your boy Old Man?  I.....I don't know what to say...."

Quinn will stare at the ground, for once short on words.  

"But, why was he even up there on the news, why would a young Nos venture so far from the Brood. It just don't make sense Old Man, i doubt he was stupid if he was yours Mister Grey.....are there any strangers wandering your sewers that might want to do us harm?"

Quinn will look to Grey, Hyde, Buggy, and back to Grey, seeking answers that he's almost sure they don't have...