{{Continued from- Bodysnatchers }}

When Hyde finally reaches the Hovel, Grey is long gone. Hyde scans the screens, hoping for something... "Where th' hell are you old friend?" he mutters to himself. Hitting his radio, he calls out across their special bandwidth, wondering if Grey has outfitted the whole clan with earpieces, and more importantly, if he has one himself, beyond  the control headset.

"Grey? Quinn? Anybody?" He looks at the multiple keyboards, flashing lights and switches helplessly, trying to remember how to work these contraptions.

2008-08-09 08:14:31 Hyde rolls 5 dice to Int+Computer (Diff 7) 8,8,1,2,10 (2 successes)  

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(Ill tie this to my next post with grey in Downtown 'When grey comes out to play.)

And the end of Grey comes out to play ties back to here...

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Within a few minutes Mr. Grey comes trudging back into the Hovel. The shotgun he is carrying has a noticable crack in the stock that will need to be repaired...

Grey is peeling off his topside suit and balling it up, obviously still very upset.

Awkward moments are far from seldom when Hyde is involved, but this is one where he can't even pretend to be debonair.

"Uh.. It'll be... uh.. alright." he says as he ungracefully pats Grey on the back in typical inept male-bonding fashion as he moves out of Grey's spot.

"Ain't no way in 'ell that anybody's gonna come for ya down 'ere. We'll get through this, one way or another. Endure is what we do."

He's pretty sure that his words won't make Grey feel any better, and certainly not any time soon, but he's also pretty sure that he has done pretty well at gaining some respect, if not a bit of pull in local Kindred politics. Maybe he can still salvage this, maybe.

((post moved here at the request of RJ))

Ahh to make a star...the kind of star that people would be whispering about for years...the sort that afterschool specials prompting sit downs with dejected teenagers and their paranoid parents...to put it all together, and know that it was in fact little more than a lie carefully pulled together so that those same parents could sleep soundly at night...better to believe in the immorality of one person...than to garner the belief that there were monsters in our midst...

There are monsters in your midst...the difference between them and us...is that they're not yet dead...and we're stuck between here...and there...

She wondered how Hyde was doing with getting back the breach bodies...and whether or not Mr. Grey's childe had met with mere torpor...or final death.  Heading back into the Hovel her eyes searched for Mr. Grey...holding up one of the two discs...

"I have presents...they just need to be sent...Anonymously of course..."  Really how else would they send them?  

To: YOU
From:  Your friendly neighborhood Nosferatu

That would go over well...wouldn't it?  "Another copy's already waiting for pick up...and then...I suppose I've done what I could..."  good or ill right?  right...Beaumont would hand over one of the disks, and a short list...she didn't need to stay for the viewing of it...she already knew what it had...

((FPM (edit)sent...))  

Grey just shrugs and shakes his head at Hyde. He went through such a shitstorm when he first embraced Roach that losing him And possibly being held responsible for it is just too much to think about...

When Buggy hands him a disc he just looks at her oddly.

'What is this?' He asks, moving to the computers even before she can answer...

Beau shrugged a bit, not quite a smirk settling over her features but...satisfaction...her voice scratching into air, "Presents?"  she shrugged a little... "Even if things don't...pan out quite right it should be enough to buy some extra time...and maybe clean up the crap that made it to live television..."

It wasn't like she was worried about them finding the guy...though whether or not they'd gotten back what they needed certainly...well was a concern.  She gave Hyde a nod, and fidgeted a bit as Grey moved it to the computer...

Love it or hate...it was already done...and a copy had already been left for the media...what a way to get settled in...

As Quinn is rushing back to the Hovel searching for Mister Grey and ignoring pretty much else he will make shortcuts through some of the lesser traveled tunnels...

2008-08-11 07:49:08 Quinn rolls 7 dice to dex + surv (trap) (Diff 9) 10,9,6,1,3, 8,1 (failure)

As Quinn is running his next step resounds in the tunnel with a wet splash and a mechanical click.  

"Water....doesn't click..."

2008-08-11 07:50:12 Quinn rolls 4 dice to Trap Damage 2,1,2,10 (failure)

Looking around through the muck he will spot what appears to be another bear trap cabled to a nearby set of pipes.  Though the trigger has been released it seems the sewers are proving less hospitable to the traps than to the Nos.  The trap seems to be rusted open, making the trigger mechanism all but useless.

Quinn quickly analyzes the traps, and indeed concludes this matches the same general composition of the one that latched around his leg not to long ago.  Ripping it from it's anchor he will carry this rusted piece of scrap back to the Hovel.

Upon entering everyone will notice the trademark joviality is gone from Quinn..

"We have more problems than we think."

And with that he will throw the bear trap, still in one rusted piece, onto the floor in the middle of the room....

Looking over to the distraught Mister Grey and the huge form of Mister Hyde...

"M...Mister Grey, are you doin' ok Old Man?"  

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(So im an R-Tard and totally deleted your PM with the video on it Buggy... please tell me you still have a copy?..)

((resent to your fpm box))

Grey pops the cd into one of his many drives. The video takes over the largest of his monitors so every can see it.

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The camera angle wouldn't change through the entire thing...the tint to things, wouldn't shift or deviate in it's presence...why?  Because after the camera had been set up, and the angle was checked...there was no reason for it to do so...the man's eyes looked a bit swollen, puffy as he spoke..color, obscured by the tint...but probably a dark brown...greasy shoulderish length hair, thin lips and a nose that had been broken at some point in time...when he spoke to the camera...that bit of condesension that he'd had when all this started...was gone...he sounded broken...tearful...regretful....maybe even afraid.

"My name is William Montgomery I live at 3548 Main #7, in Sansfield, and I've done horrible things.  I sell drugs to kids, adults, mothers, fathers, I take peoples rent money and get them hooked on things...it doesn't matter what they want, I'm more worried about making a couple bucks than what happens to them.  I've walked away from people overdosing, I've stolen peoples dignity, and pride without a second thought.  I never thought it would come to this though.  None of it's as bad as what I did to Rick though, or those people.  See, I caught Rick with my girl a couple of weeks back...he was my best friend.  I couldn't believe he'd do that to me.  We fought, and I got rid of her...m'not gunna say how in case her folks are watching.  I couldn't let it go though.  I pretended to make up with Rick, so I could get back at him.  Told him everything was fine with us, 'bros before ho's' and all that...I told him she left me, after our first fight and I didn't care about it any more.  But I did.  I know it wasn't right.  Rick thought things were cool with us again, so when I told him I had a sheet I wanted to share with him, well...he didn't think twice..."  Tears were running freely down the mans cheeks at this point..."I drugged him first, got him unconscious...I needed some time to get him dressed up, thought it would be funny to watch him freak out...maybe even cut himself up on a bad trip...took him down here so no one would get in the way...I didn't realize there were going to be people there at first, we were down in the basement...and after I got half the sheet into his mouth...I told him the truth about what happened to my girl...only, when I realized there were other people in the building...I told him it was them that did it...things....they just got out of hand...he was too close to the explosion and...I couldn't stop him...I didn't want to get hurt...I'm sorry that so many people got hurt...I know it won't bring them back...I also wanted to say goodbye to my mom and dad, and tell Rick I'm sorry for getting him killed before I left, and I wanted you all to know that you did your best, and I'm sorry I made such a mess of things.  Hopefully by the time anyone sees this, I'll be on my way out of town and out of the country.  I can't go to jail again, I can't..."

The clip would end there...and that..was simply that...
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Beau turned away from the monitors...she'd been there...she knew what had gone into getting the sort of 'confession' playing.  She had the body waiting to be disposed of sitting in her temporary haven.  Her arms folded across her chest as she watched a spot on the oppisite side of the wall, tearing at maggots crawling out of her wrist as if they were what was most important right now.

Looking as if he has to pry his eyes from the monitor with a crowbar, Hyde is the first to turn back to face Buggy. His countenance betrays confusion, he points back to the monitor without looking at it.

"Make it... make it make sense. Whot've you done?" he looks to Quinn and Grey in turn, wondering if he is the only one who does not understand what he just saw.

Beaumont didn't look away from the little bugs that seemed most important right now...really it was because it was easier to think of them than the guy in the tape who'd...well done such a good job...she didn't want to think about his screams...not right now anyways...

"I gave them the star they needed Mr. Hyde..."

 Across the screen steps a young man, "Where is my sister?" and he continues on exiting the other side.

Beaumont jumped....it..had quit playing hadn't it?  That wasn't anything she'd done...was it?  No...The nosferatu spun around and stared at the screen, moving rather quickly to cover the gap between herself and the monitor...

"I didn't do that...make it...make it come back."

Hyde had of course been looking at Buggy, not at the screen.

"You either did it or ya didn't..." She breezes past him to get to the screen "Huh? What're ya talkin' 'bout?"

"No...I did the first part...not..."  she trailed off...an insect laden hand touching the screen, with a twinge of desperation in her voice.  

"Bring him back!!!  That part wasn't me damnitall!  He...the other voice.  Bring it back!"

'What in the bloody hell are you talking about?'

Grey will physically swat at Buggy from his rolling chair as she touches the monitors.

'And get your damn hands off my computers!'

They hadn't seen anything...

The realization struck her as Mr. Grey swatted at her, and she took a couple steps back as she withdrew her hands and looked between the screens and Mr. Grey, and then to Hyde...she shook her head..."Nothing...nevermind..."  she looked rather exhasperated but tried perhaps not so successfully to shift attention back to what needed to be done.

"Once you get that file to the police database Mr. Grey, that should take care of things for the time being, a copy's already been leaked to the media so they should have enough to keep them distracted even if they do decide that the individual claiming responsibility for the incident wasn't capeable of pulling it off..."  She turned her attention back to the itching moving up her arms, like it was what teathered her here for now.  "There's no need to worry about our superstar being found or attempting to claim that he was coerced into things...I did what I could on such short notice...I hope it's enough."

Beaumont continue walking out of the Hovel afterwords, distractedly muttering something about bluebirds and boys...