indy kumiho jan 01

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* Antioch|GM has changed the topic to: Weaver Dice: Indianapolis || INFO: https://goo.gl/eCfqTq || SESSIONS: https://goo.gl/g1tEKM || Date: 8/17/12, Friday
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<Antioch|GM> [Friday, time unknown]
<Antioch|GM> Kumiho's hearing and sentencing is delayed by a handful of days. Her lawyer tells her that the change in scheduling is due to a Leviathan attack the day after she was arrested. Two Protectorate capes dead, among other inconveniences that push her case further down the priority list.
<Antioch|GM> It isn't ideal, as circumstances go. The shift in climate means there's more sympathy for the heroes, whose uphill battle against at Endbringers are at the forefront of the public's mind. Sympathy, as she knows, is a finite resource - and there's less of it to spare for her.
<Antioch|GM> ... not that she particularly deserves it, anyway.
<Antioch|GM> Worse, her absence has been long enough that it's almost certain that her wife will start asking questions. ||
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<Lysa|Kumiho> I pace in my cell anxiously, unsure of what to do. Despite the attorney's assurances I can't *help* but feel nervous and afraid. It's been days and the worry and fear in my stomach hasn't settled down, only growing and fermenting until it's become a near-constant, queasy presence in my body, making it hard to eat. The Leviathan attack was just what I needed after getting arrested. This is just great. They're not going to
<Lysa|Kumiho> 'play ball' like Mr. Nash said. They're just going to put me in jail and lock away the key.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((*throw away the key what))
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<Lysa|Kumiho> The normal feelings of sympathy at the deaths of so many capes and the victims to the Leviathan's attacks that I would normally feel are--overridden, maybe, by my own problems.||
<Antioch|GM> If it's even possible, the stress from the past few days of incarceration have made her even more stick-thin than before. She's not sure if being on the verge of emaciation will elicit disgust or pity, but going off of previous experience, the former seems far more likely.
<Antioch|GM> Time, or at least her perception of time, passes strangely in the holding cell, a juxtaposition of interminable seconds of claustrophobia and gut-twisting stress and hours flying by, verdict hurtling deliberately and inevitably towards her.
<Antioch|GM> The buzzer signalling the unlocking mechanism of her cell door sounds, jarring her out of her current thoughts. It's time. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> I almost scream as the buzzer sounds but manage to suppress the sound bubbling up in my throat. I stare at the door, wide-eyed and hunched over like an animal.
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<Lysa|Kumiho> I don't want to go...but on the other hand, I have to. Oh, god.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I wait for it to open quietly.||
<Antioch|GM> |||
<Antioch|GM> ...
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM [1] (1) +1 = 2
<Antioch|GM> $roll 2d10
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM [5] [7]  = 12
<Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6-1
<[ATM]> Antioch|GM [3] -1 = 2
* soulpelt|nap is now known as soulpelt|
<Antioch|GM> The proceedings pass by in a disassociative blur, Eun barely able to stomach hearing about the laundry list of her crimes repeated back to her in full. She can feel the gaze of onlookers boring into her skin, her worst secrets laid bare in front of them, even as her lawyer does his work defending her, mentioning the mitigating factor of a recent trigger event and how it influenced her decision to pursue (then escalate )the
<Antioch|GM> crimes involved. ||
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<Lysa|Kumiho> I probably spent most of the time staring dully at the table in front of me, meekly answering questions when they're asked. I feel the burning stares of the people watching me--and I think the real Nikki might be in the crowd too, now that I think about it.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I'm absolutely shaking once they're done. I can barely stand. It's among my worst nightmares, to be put on the spot like this. My crimes and deeds out for everyone to see. My ugliness visible to everyone.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I go wherever they take me next and hope that some miracle might happen. Somewhere. Even if I deserve it for being so stupid.||
<Antioch|GM> It's not as if she doesn't deserve it, but when she hears the verdict - "Guilty" - her head swims. It's difficult to process anything that follows. People lead her away, and everything she'd been hoping for lurches far, far further out of reach.
<Antioch|GM> She's in the backseat of a car, now, seats lined with wood rather than upholstery, hands cuffed behind her back, then cuffed to a bolt-ring on the seat behind her. ||
* soulpelt| is now known as soulpelt|Peter
<Lysa|Kumiho> I start crying when they put me inside the car. I stare at the seats, because there's really nothing else I can do now. My thoughts are a blur; I blame the lawyer who couldn't help me, the investigators who arrested me, the bouncer for making me trigger back then, and most of all, my own fucking self.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((i assume my changer form isn't skinny enough to get out of the cuffs right))
<Antioch|GM> ((Unfortunately, no. Your arms are pretty skinny already, which makes the difference smaller.))
<Antioch|GM> ((Alas, if only you had spent your jail time chubbin' up.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((sad.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> I guess there's really nothing more for me to do now.||
<Antioch|GM> Carrying the sensation of nausea, teetering on the brink of vomiting without having anything to vomit, Kumiho's thoughts accompany her and spiral into negativity. The thing that jars her out is a sharp prodding behind her.
<Antioch|GM> "Shower and change," she hears a voice speak, and a bundle of rough beige fabric is thrust into her hands.
<Antioch|GM> "Shampoo is in the dispenser below the shower head. Use this."
<Antioch|GM> A small plastic cup, like one would use for dipping sauces, is placed atop the fabric pile. The woman handing her the bundled package looks far older than her, and there are two prison guards at the door of the room, which appears to have a short line of three showerheads, and metal racks with plastic containers of clothes, pitifully thin foam mattresses, and other miscellaneous supplies. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> "O-okay." I do as they say, hugging the clothes to myself. I look around, cringing away from most things as I do so. The feeling that I don't belong here wars with the feeling that I deserve this, which clashes with my nausea and the low hum of my Monster, irritated at me for not *doing more*.
<Lysa|Kumiho> When I get to the shower, I can't *take* that feeling anymore and retch, spitting ropes of saliva down the gaps of the metal drain.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I manage to shower and change...eventually at least. The beige clothes are probably very baggy on my skinny, ugly body.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I hug my arms to myself and await my next instructions.||
<Antioch|GM> The shampoo is a clear gel, and it barely works up into a lather as she scrubs her head with it. It smells like Pine-Sol or something similar, and when it washes out, the texture of her hair is grainy, coarser and stringier than it already was, knotted and furled in some spots due to neglect.
<Antioch|GM> The clothes are baggy and too-short at the same time, sleeves three inches up from her wrists and ankles very clearly visible above the cheap paper-and-fabric elastic shoes.
<Antioch|GM> "These are yours," the woman says, handing her a pale red plastic tub. Soap, toothbrush, toiletries, hand towel. "Your pillowcase is the bag your clothes are in. You'll be shown to your block."
<Antioch|GM> She opens the door to the hallway, a wide, ceramic-tiled space with yellow lines pained one tile's length away from the wall. A guard stands beside her.
<Antioch|GM> "Walk, follow the line," she instructs. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> Keeping my shoulders hunched and my body drawn together, I nod and hug the tub like it's my lifeline.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I keep walking until I'm told to stop. I briefly entertain the idea of, again, shifting into my Changer form and--and doing *something*.
<Lysa|Kumiho> But the thought flees me. They've surely dealt with parahumans before. And besides, my Changer form is too weak to get out just like that.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I don't know why my thoughts keep turning back to using it. My Monster is humming a little louder but...that's all.||
<Antioch|GM> She passes a room where one inmate's getting her hair cut, then further down a hallway, passing taller individually-subsectioned blocks of the prison.
<Antioch|GM> She can see them through reinforced glass, a common area encircled by individual cells, adjoined by a small row of showers. Eun is led through the third such block, and the tile floor gives way to cold concrete.
<Antioch|GM> The inmates already present turn and look, barring a handful who keep their attention focused on the cheap, wall-mounted television, others playing cards on the plastic, round-cornered tables in the center of the common area. The guard offers no introduction for either party, instead showing her to an individual cell at the lower left of the block -- there are two stories to the block, it seems, with stairs along the far
<Antioch|GM> wall to another set of cells.
<Antioch|GM> "That one's yours," the guard says. "Put your tub and blankets under your bed or somewhere safe. Some people might try to steal your shit." ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> I keep my head down, trying to avoid the inmates looking at me. Squeezing the tub harder, I stare at the cell which is apparently...to be mine, now.
<Lysa|Kumiho> As the guard talks--and I can, admittedly, barely hear her over my anxiety--I nod dumbly.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I slide the tub there and sit down on the bed, drained. My eyes stare resolutely at the floor.||
<Antioch|GM> After the guard leaves, a woman sidles up to Eun's still-open cell door.
<Antioch|GM> "You one of them five-minute motherfuckers?" ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> "W-what?" I ask.||
<Antioch|GM> "You one of those five-minute motherfuckers?" the woman repeats, in a voice reserved for talking to the slow of mind. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> "I-I-I, um, I don't know what you, uh, mean..." I mumble. "I'm...I'm sorry."
<Lysa|Kumiho> I try to force myself to look at her, gauge what she looks like.||
<Antioch|GM> The woman is shorter than she is, hair buzzed alarmingly-short, with many piercing holes in her ears not quite healed over.
<Antioch|GM> "You one of them bitches that's in here breathin' our air for five minutes 'fore she gets out on bail?" ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> "I--I, um. I don't know. I...d-don't think so?"
<Lysa|Kumiho> I kind of shrink away from her. "I'm really sorry if I'm bothering you..."
<Lysa|Kumiho> Honestly, I don't think I could go on bail either. For one thing, the 10k lawyer who ultimately couldn't help me still took most of my savings. For another thing...I don't think Laura still knows. I'm afraid of what she's doing without me.
<Lysa|Kumiho> She might be fucking someone in her roleplay group *right now* and I wouldn't even know.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ||
<Antioch|GM> The woman narrows her eyes at Eun. "That room shoulda been mine. Fuck you." ||
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<Lysa|Kumiho> "...I'm sorry." I whisper again. I shrink down even more, if possible. "I didn't mean to, um, take your room or anything..."
<Lysa|Kumiho> ||
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<Antioch|GM> "Peh," she spits, leaving. Nobody else sees it fit to bother or harass Eun while she wallows. She can hear the showers right next to her cell running, water rushing through the creaking pipes. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> It takes me a while to finally decide to do anything aside from sit on the bed and mope. A long while, maybe a few hours. I don't have my Celexa pills.
<Lysa|Kumiho> Eventually though, I manage to at least stagger to my feet and leave.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I walk with dragging feet over towards the...common area. I guess.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I might as well see what it looks like. I'm too stupid and pathetic to do much else, and I don't really *feel* like doing anything either.||
<Antioch|GM> Some prisoners are seated at tables, others are standing and conversing. One writes on a scrap of paper with a flimsy, flexible pen, others stare at the unengaging movie on TV, others play around with a deck of cards. From the outside, she can see more than a few loitering in their cells.
<Antioch|GM> Nobody seems inclined to engage or interact with her, at least for the time being. A clock recessed in the concrete wall tells her that it's roughly a quarter past three. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((random question, can i still get like advice from my lawyer even if i'm in jail (because he fucked up?) ))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((or is the whole 10k just gone now))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((that is a lot of money for eun))
<Lysa|Kumiho> My eyes dart nervously from place to place. I must look ridiculous, the baggy jumpsuit almost hanging off my body.
<Antioch|GM> ((I'll have to check with tubes. He ought to be free tomorrow.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> I still haven't told Laura about what happened...and now the chance or opportunity to get out of it is gone.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((ok cool))
<Lysa|Kumiho> Still, I dither, shoulders hunched up protectively, back bent slightly as I think to myself. Should I go tell her? About being a *cape* who just got arrested?
<Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6
<[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho [1]  = 1
<Lysa|Kumiho> ...I decide to myself that I won't.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I--I don't know what I can do to hide what happened. But I don't want to tell her. Not yt.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((*yet))
<Lysa|Kumiho> I try to...maybe drift a little closer towards the people talking. Maybe they have some scraps of information that I should know about? How to survive. What to do.
<Lysa|Kumiho> My knowledge of prisons begins and ends with the prison soap opera shows.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((roll sneak and scrutinize i guess?))
<Antioch|GM> ((Go for it.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2h6 sneak
<[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "sneak" (3) [6]  = 6
<Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6+1
<[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho [4] [2] +1 = 7
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((frick, 5))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ||
<Antioch|GM> Listening in surreptitiously doesn't take too much effort when she's used to lurking in the background, perpetually being ignored. It takes effort, however, to sift through the inane chatter and find useful information.
<Antioch|GM> Kitchen duty, contraband cellphones, which gang is beefing with which... it's a lot to take in, and her thoughts aren't on an even enough keel to process it all. There's stuff to go on, but for every snatch of conversation she hears, it raises two other questions that go unanswered.
<Antioch|GM> At the very least, nobody bawls her out for lurking and eavesdropping. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> ...Contraband cellphones? Gangs? What? My mind spins, unable to process the information well. I draw into myself again, looking down at the baggy folds of the beige jumpsuit and wishing it was just one of my big, comfy tshirts.
<Lysa|Kumiho> This has to be the worst day of my life.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ||
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<Antioch|GM> To make matters worse, after the stress-induced lack of appetite and empty-stomached retching, she finds herself... not quite hungry, no, she's still too stressed to truly /want/ to eat, but her body thinks otherwise. Hunger pains, stomach cramps, and no idea when dinner is. ||
<Lysa|Kumiho> I try to hold it in for as long as I can, my stomach pains growing by the second even as my fear of communicating with these people locks me in place.
<Lysa|Kumiho> I start feeling dizzy before long.
<Lysa|Kumiho> After the second time this happens, I--I decide I can't take it anymore.
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((*the second time the dizzy spell happens))
<Lysa|Kumiho> I try to approach one of the less...mean-looking women there. One who hopefully doesn't look too busy.
<Lysa|Kumiho> Someone I'm not going to bother.
<Lysa|Kumiho> "E-excuse me...?" I mumble, my voice low and shy. "Um...when do you eat? Where, uh, is the cafeteria? Is...it open?"
<Lysa|Kumiho> I cringe back in anticipation.
<Lysa|Kumiho> "I--um...I'm sorry I'm really hungry."||
<Antioch|GM> ((Social, I think, would be good here.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 plz
<[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "plz" [3] -1 = 2
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((bad))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((oh, would you be okay with pausing it after this? i have to go to bed))
<Antioch|GM> ((I'm fine with pausing here, actually. I'm available to resume any weekday evening from Wednesday onwards, and all of this weekend as well.))
<Lysa|Kumiho> ((okay, thank you!))
* Lysa|Kumiho is now known as Lysa
<Antioch|GM> ((No problem, hope you enjoyed the session!))
* soulpelt|Peter is now known as soulpelt|
<Lysa> ((i did!))
<Lysa> ((ty))