IC Red Markets - Get Rich or Die Trying

Rowenn552

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OOC: Awareness +2 = 6/5 [4; 5] success. Are the bullet holes going into the closet, or out of the closet, or both?
The shell casings are outside of the closet door. To the best of your ability and provided with the evidence you have, you can determine that the shooting happened from where you’re standing and was directed *into* the closet through the door.

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Whelp.
Kennel,
With much of the focus made inside the cabin, you and Rags take a quick tour around the area.
It doesn’t take long, Rags isn’t very interested in anything else besides an area some distance from the cabin in wooded area.

He starts to dig and quickly turns up a hand... then an arm... and then the rest of the body sans the man’s right leg. He was shot in the head from behind and it looks like his right leg had been sawn off at the hip.

On your way back to the cabin and the others your path brings past the rear of the cabin where you pass by a fire pit and a charred leg missing long slices from the burnt flesh...

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Collar,
Armed with the knowledge that the shooting was directed into the closed closet, what do you do?

Whisper is nearby and set up for a quick shot should anything untoward stumble out.
 

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Collar looks over his shoulder to make sure Whisper is there and ready. A shared nod and short prayer later and one hand is reaching tentatively towards the closet handle, the other with his pistol ready.

The door creaks open and... Collar’s shoulders slump.

He turns to you Whisper and says, “Another unfortunate soul lost to Terrace’s deceit.”, and then walks away from the closet door leaving it open.

Inside is a body covered in bites. Another of the crew most likely judging from the clothing. Best guess would be he went vector and was confined to the closet. The others unloaded on it through the door, one bullet thankfully destroying the brain so that it didn’t return as a C.

The upstairs bedrooms are empty.

Kennel returns shortly after to share his findings.

Four takers found on the site, all dead. A tragedy as a result of a terrible client mad for a piece of land.

Those four could’ve been you.

But it thankfully wasn’t, job done. Time to let Terrace know.

OOC: Collar, Kennel, and Whisper need to make Self-Control checks. These are level 1 Detachment tests.

Moonchild needs to make the roll only if what was found is shared with him.

Job done! And a nice payout. It was doubled from Kennel’s earlier Intimidation against Terrace when the truth came out. I’ll get the payment info posted in the ooc tomorrow most likely. Congrats, you survived!
 
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Kennel sighed heavily, clucking and calling Rags away from his discovery of the buried man. The leg in the fire pit missing slices out of it... the dead man in a shallow grave... It spoke to the worst sort of desperation. He patted Rags and started walking slowly back to the cabin. Once in range he waved over to Moonchild. "I think I found another member of the crew," he said. "We don't have to worry about him coming after us."
 

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OOC: I rolled Intimidation for this in the OOC thread and failed; this is just playing out the call.


Collar says, "We should call Terrace. He should know what he bought." Collar fires up his Ubiq specs for a video call with Terrace and sets the camera on the dead Takers.

"The monster is dead, by the grace of God and the hard work of my companions. Here are the rest of the residents of your retirement home. May God have mercy on your soul."
 

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OOC: I rolled Intimidation for this in the OOC thread and failed; this is just playing out the call.


Collar says, "We should call Terrace. He should know what he bought." Collar fires up his Ubiq specs for a video call with Terrace and sets the camera on the dead Takers.

"The monster is dead, by the grace of God and the hard work of my companions. Here are the rest of the residents of your retirement home. May God have mercy on your soul."
Back to the cold and collected self you encountered during negotiations Terrace simply says, “The crypto is in your account.”

The call ends and you are left on the island to deal with the remains of the previous crew and the long trek home...
 

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OOC: Passed Self-Control in the OOC thread.


We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, Collar mumbles to himself over and over as he and Eduardo jog around the interior of Sky High. The young man doesn't find the pace challenging at all - is he even sweating? Collar thinks in exasperation - but he's gamely jogging along with Collar as the older man pants.

"Another lap, Father?" Eduardo asks as the pair nears their starting point - a section of fence near the almost-completed church house.

Collar is about to gasp out a "No," when he hears a wet splattering sound from behind him. The old priest whirls - slowly on his tired legs - and reaches toward his hip for a pistol that isn't there. Collar gets as far as a breathless "Eduardo get..." before his brain catches up with his eyes, and he sees that the splattering sound is just a painter knocking over a can of whitewash being used on the side of the church building. It's not tentacles slapping against beach sand.

Eduardo looks at Collar querulously. Collar finishes:"...going. We've got at least one more circuit to do today."
 

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Kennel

It was difficult to get food out in the Loss. Correction: it was easy to get government ration packs full of crackers and salt and packets of high fructose corn syrup, and it was easy to get boiled vegetables and tinned fruit a year past the best-buy date. It was difficult to get food that wasn't full of chemicals and genetic tags and all the garbage that the Recession government still used to keep its people docile and in line. Kennel still had to supplement his own diet with shortcuts like that, but with his sick wife he wanted to make sure she got the purest food he could manage.

Which was why he was climbing a flight of stairs to a particular rooftop in Sky High. There wasn't any particular name for this place; everyone knew Tabby and everyone knew Tabby solar grill and everyone knew that Tabby was good enough at catching pigeons that she could sell the surplus. Kennel tried to imagine it as free-range and wild-fed fowl and remembered that heat would kill the parasites.

The place was crowded today, most of the tables full of Enclave people enjoying some grilled meat and chatting happily. Kennel stood in line quietly and slowly moved towards the sound of sizzling meat. He breathed in the smell deeply and felt his stomach do a sudden flip-flop. The conversation and the noise of sizzling meat rose all around him and it was suddenly deafening, suffocating. He started breathing heavily and he felt for the comforting weight of his bow. It wasn't around -- it was back in the apartment he shared with his wife -- and suddenly that seemed a million miles away. The Taker felt like he was drowning in grilled-meat sounds. The crowd in front of him parted and Tabby, a roll-up clenched between her teeth, smiled at her best customer. She said something but Kennel couldn't hear it. All he could see was the leg, the human leg still wearing ratty jeans, that she was calmly turning over on the grill.

He yelled and lurched away from her, slamming into other people and falling onto a table. There was suddenly a dog in his face, yapping happily and trying to lick his face. Lick his face, like it was about to bite! He screamed and grabbed the animal roughly, throwing it as far as he could manage! He felt bodies piling on him and he struggled as the pack of humanity, the pack of Casualties, all pinned him to the ground and he couldn't breathe, couldn't breathe...

Breathe. He focused on his breathing, slowing it down, feeling his heart slow down. He looked around, eyes still wild, seeing all the people in the Enclave watching him carefully. Some brave souls had held him down during his episode. Other people crowded around at a safe distance; one little girl in the crowd looked tearfully between the Taker and her pet that he had thrown into a wall.

Kennel climbed to his feet withe exaggerated care and deliberate slowness. He mumbled an apology to the crowd and left.
 

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Whisper's been taking some time, recovering from the last job. Her crew took the worst of it, and she can see how frazzled they are. It's in their eyes, the ways they're carrying themselves. Hell, Collar's been running laps. They're tense after everything that went down. She has to calm her nerves, be ready for the next gig. They need someone who's not losing it.

So it's a lot of movies and quiet evenings watching the sun set over the hills. Some exercise. Playing soccer with the kids. Eating a ton of junk food. Good times.

When Odelia comes in after being out and about, Whisper greets her. "Skipper's gonna be able to get the stuff you need. You're gonna be alright."

"But I don't think you should be raising a kid in this, Odelia, and Mac sure as hell wouldn't have just sat back. I'm gonna get you out of here. You and the kid. You focus on having a healthy baby. I'm gonna focus on getting you out of the Loss."
 

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November comes and goes. There is talk of an enclave Thanksgiving and once again the firebrand from Halloween, Craig Worley, speaks up, and now with a larger crowd of like minded individuals.

Despite the tensions between Worley’s faction and the rest of the enclave, Latents are welcomed although they are given their own tables and food.
Craig and his people do not attend...

With the change in time and season so to do changes come in personal situations and minds bringing Dean back to the crew.

With Dean welcomed back to the fold and the bounty running low from the previous job, Peace, Love, and Understanding get to work planning a score...
 

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As the crew stands around a table looking at maps, Collar says: "I hope you enjoyed your vacation, Dean. We're certainly ready for you to get back to work. We'll need you on this one, I think."
 
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