<CaesarStoryteller>	It's a freshman mixer, that's almost all you could call it. A small ballroom complete with a polished, hardwood dance floor is in the middle of the room, but no one's dancing and there's no music. Just the chatter of idle talk as the Lost mingle about and drink from the punchbowl on the big table off to the side. It's late Autumn, and the Autumn King shows his crown - a wreath of dried...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	...branches and autumn leaves wound about the broad-brimmed black hat he wears. Two of the other monarchs are there as well, the King of Spring and the King of Winter. The latter watches the crowd in stoic silence from a chair, while the former slides his way through the crowd, schmoozing and flirting.
	* Mary	are slouching in the far corner away from the music with their back pressed up against the wall, nervously chewing on a campus phonebook looted from the entrance.
	<Leonide>	Leonide, for once, isn't with her boyfriend, since he had shift. Due to that, she is basically next to Mary with a cup of what she wouldn't bother calling coffee, just watching people and playing with a deck of cards in her free hand.
	* Mary	glance at Leonide and slide a little further down the wall away from her.
	* Elise_Garratt	shuffles nervously around through the crowd in a state of wonder and confusion.
	* Mary	pull the shredded phonebook out of their maw and tug a stray page out before balling their hands into fists and stomping determinedly toward the nearest snack tray.
	<Leonide>	Siiip. She takes out some carved thing and leaves it on Mary's chair while taking a sip of the 'coffee' before moving about to see if there's any other Summer Courtiers.
	<Leonide>	=___= Where the hell are some of her own damn Court? She keeps flipping the cards in one hand.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	He slides right up to Leonide just as Mary leaves, all six feet plus of gangly, rabbity man in an ice cream suit. The King of Spring or, "March!" he says, offering up a hand to the girl. "The name, I mean. Couldn't help but notice you weren't mingling all that much. Can't have that." Long, floppy rabbit ears dangle out from under the white porkpie hat he wears, and he moves light on his...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	...feet. "You're new in town, aren't you?"
	<Leonide>	"Not really. Just not to the outward group." Drink.
	* Mary	stop awkwardly in the middle of the dancefloor and glance around under their long unkempt hair for some good eats.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Good Doctor glides across the floor towards Mary. He's dark and gaunt, dressed like a Plague Doctor, a birdlike mask affixed permanently to his. "Good evening, Mary. How have you been adjusting?" A note of concern in the Autumn King's voice.
	* Elise	looks longingly at the snack tray.
	<Leonide>	She is giving a mildly awkward look at the Autumn King, but that's normal. She works in pathology. "I'm sort of still getting used to things. Like the hosptial and seeing crap."
	* Mary	glower at him sullenly. "We're fine. We're hungry."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March knocks back his drink. It smells spiked, fruity. "Oh, you'll get used to that. It's a new life! A new time for you," he says to Leonide. "You affiliated, yet?"
	* Mary	raise the crumpled phonebook page in their fists and start to chew on it.
	<Mary>	"How are you?" they ask between chomps.
	<Leonide>	She grins, pretty creepy for a statue. "Been Summer for almost five."
	<Leonide>	"Not much change, really."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"You know, Mary, there is plenty of food here...of a more normal variety..." He gestures to the laden table. Snacks of all types.
	<Leonide>	"Still studying to be a doctor, still studying diseases."
	* Mary	grunt. "Thank you." They turn to follow his hand toward something dense.
	* Elise	fidgets as she stares at the variety of food on the table.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elise doesn't remain all by her lonesome for long. A creepy, twitchy man of about...oh...twenty years comes up next to her. "You don't like these things either, huh?" He bristles with insectile legs, running up the sides of his body to the whiplike antenna, making him seem exactly like a giant caterpillar.
	<Leonide>	She begins to mender towards the snacks, talking.
	<Leonide>	"It sucked but I keep hearing from the Three that it sucks harder for most people."
	* Mary	glance at the juicy-looking caterpillar before grabbing a handful of weenies.
	* Elise	stumbles backwards at bit as she's taken by surprise. "I... I dont know"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March follows alongside Leonide. "Summer, mmm? I wonder where our Furies are, at that?" he muses aloud. "Oh, yes. Yes, it's terrible out there for our kind, isn't it," he replies, taking a small stuffed grape leaf and popping it into his mouth. He doesn't sound like he really believes that. "But you're getting along all right, miss...?"
	<Leonide>	"Tinderman." She takes a small sausage and pops it in her mouth.
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	<Leonide>	She is starting to consider the March Hare really full of shit already.
	<Leonide>	"Knowing the lady Furies, busy. I just came because I didn't have shift."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Good Doctor's hands are...well, pretty damn creepy. Each finger is a syringe. "It's good to hear you're fine, Mary. Adjusting can be difficult. It's a fearful world..."
	* Mary	slide back a little closer to the Autumn King, the only person here they don't think might try to kill them right away.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Oh, yes. They are full of sturm and drang, those three. But Miss Tinderman, certainly we can be on a first name basis, I do hope. I gave you mine, won't you give me yours?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The centipede-like man regards Elise with unblinking, compound eyes. "Yeah, frankly, I don't trust this lot at all...but it's safer, yanno? I mean, ah...I mean, you don't wanna go back, do ya?"
	<Leonide>	She raises her eyebrows a little. "How about taking a guess, Rabbit? Here's a clue, where the Furies are said to dine, so would a namesake of mine and his men."
	* Elise	shudders at the mention of going back and swift shakes her head no.
	<Elise>	swiftly*
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March makes a big show of pondering that, rubbing his chin and tilting his head. Then he sweeps his hat off his head and makes a bow. "I'm afraid you've got me over a barrel Miss Tinderman. I'm at a loss..."
	* Mary	offer the Doctor a weenie. "Still hot. We didn't touch it."
	<Leonide>	Her nose wrinkles. "Not one for mythology, huh?"
	<Leonide>	"Or movies."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"My name's Tom," the centipede says to Elise. "Tom Thousand." Named for the legs, no doubt. "And I ain't goin' back either. Had enough of that shit, yanno? Got...got right the hell out. But it doesn't mean I wanna be some sorta...freakin' servant to those guys," he says, hooking a...leg...at March.
	<Leonide>	She sighs, adding, "Gerald Bulter ring a bell?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March grins. There's the buck-teeth he ought to have. "I'm afraid not. I generally spent my movie-theater time in the back row...and while I was at school, I mostly studied a-broad..."
	<Leonide>	She groans.
	* Elise	looks over at the rabbit man.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Good Doctor plucks the cocktail weenie from Mary's fingers and brings it to eye level. "Ah, would that I could," he says, from behind his permanent plague-mask.
	* John	walks surreptitiously over to the punch bowl
	* Elise	glances around nervously. "A, a servant?"
	<Leonide>	She downs her coffee, shaking her head.
	* Mary	grunt. "We could get you a Pepsi."
	* Elise	looks down at her feet. "...but he said noone was a slave here..."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"I tend to eat while I work," he says to Mary, folding his fingers together, the sharpened steel of his needles pinging softly. "I'm more concerned with your current happiness..."
	<Leonide>	"Me, I was nose deep in books, and then there's the fact I was playing games."
	<Leonide>	She shuffles her deck with one hand, grinning.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Nah, nah...we ain't slaves," Tom Thousand says. "But they're the leaders, we're the lessers. It's how it always is, innit? Someone's in charge..."
	* Elise	nods her head slowly.
	<Leonide>	"How about you play a game with me and if you win, I'll tell? If you lose, you have to use my surname and not ask anyone my first name."
	<Mary>	"We're happy. Food's good. We don't have to catch it."
	<Mary>	"Doesn't scream."
	* Mary	reaches a tentative hand up to the weenie impaled on a syringe. "We can take that if you don't want it."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"If I win, I want you name...and dinner with you," The Mad Hare says, metaphorical whiskers twitching with mirth.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Good Doctor offers the weenie back to Mary, clearly unafraid of the gnashing teeth in her wide maw.
	<Leonide>	She arches her eyebrows. "Fine."
	* Mary	tug it off the needle and turn it to paste with a loud snap.
	* Elise	looks back up to Tom, "So who are the maste- leaders here?"
	<Leonide>	"Poker or Rummy?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"No, it doesn't scream. We prefer the screams to be on our own terms...or not at all."
	<Leonide>	She bounces to a table, looking gleeful. Game, game, game~
	<Leonide>	"Or do you have another card game you know?"
	* Mary	grunts and swivels her head around, watching Leonide bounce by.
	* John	looks around, pulls a large flask out of his coat pocket, and pours something into the punch
	<Mary>	"We live with her."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Four of 'em," Tom says, pointing at the rabbit first. "March is Spring, The Doc's Autumn, the Furies ain't here, but they're summer...and the frosty bastard in the chair over there, that's Caius. He's Winter." He points at what looks very much like an ice-tinged devil reclining in a soft armchair, just watching.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"That's good, Mary. Quite good. I feel...exposure to the others would be good for you." He seems to know of Mary's particulars, at least how she arrived.
	<Leonide>	She is gracefully shuffling, her black eyes actually twinkling and being happy.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"No, no. Poker's fine...quite fine," March says, settling his lanky frame one one side of the table. "I assume you want to deal?"
	* Elise	murmurs "Masters of the seasons..."
	<Mary>	"We have a bed with springs."
	* John	quickly puts the flask back into his pocket, and shuffles away from the punch
	* Mary	tilts her head a little more, obscuring her face almost completely. "We're going to go find Elmer."
	<Leonide>	"Correct."
	<Mary>	"There's beer in the punch."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Yeah, Masters...but at least ya get to choose if you wanna follow 'em..."
	* Mary	shuffles away from the Autumn King.
	<Leonide>	"By the way, you might want to keep an eye on the punches, there's something in it." She deals.
	* Elise	looks puzzled by that statement.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"I prefer there being something in the punch," he says, grinning brightly. "Makes for a better party."
	<Leonide>	"I figured." She rolls her eyes.
	* John	makes himself look as innocent as he can. Which isn't very, as his face keeps shifting
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elmer isn't hard for Mary to spot. He's in the corner, broad and massive as befitting a the bullish sort he is.
	<Leonide>	Leonide is abusing the fact she looks more like a Gravewright than a Gameplayer.
	<Leonide>	"But yeah, I've been out about six, met the Furies about five ago, though I met the Good Doctor after a week."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"You courtless?" Tom suddenly asks Elise. "Or you under one o' their thumbs too?"
	<Leonide>	She is eying her hand before showing her hand and then arching her eyebrows.
	* John	walks up behind Elise, and shifts to look like a colour-inverted Tom
	* Mary	awkwardly push their way toward Elmer, stopping every few feet to keep other people from running into them.
	<Elise>	"I think i'm courtless..."
	<Leonide>	THere's a little bit of annoyance in her eyes, but then again, maybe he was just lucky. Another round as she deals again, still talking. "What about you, Rabbit?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Lovely ladies, the Furies. I've been trying to...crack their resolve, but the remain ever resistant to my charms..." He shows his own hand, two pair neatly matching hers. "Oh, that's a draw. We playing 'til one of us wins, m'dear?"
	<Leonide>	"Correct."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elmer spots Mary coming from a mile away, and the big Broadback actually looks a little uncomfortable. She damn near tore up the seats in his car. But he doesn't flee, figuring she wants a familiar face. "Ho' there, Mary."
	<John>	Of course She's Courtless, why would Anyone give up their Freedom
	<Leonide>	There is a long, awkward, annoyed silence as she looks at her hand.
	* Elise	freezes in place when she hears someone behind her.
	* Mary	grunt. "Hi, Elmer. We told Leonide that we wanted to get you another tape. We don't know if she got it yet."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Damn right!" says Tom, before turning to look who spoke and nearly jumping out of his skin at being confronted with a reasonable double. "Jeezus Christ, man don't DO that."
	<Leonide>	"You show first."
	* John	releases the face, and grins like a cheshire cat on crack
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Yeah, uh...it's all right, Mary. Take your time and everything. You doin' okay? Gettin' enough to eat?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March splays his cards out in front of him. "Oh, there's nothin' good here...guess my charming bluffs don't work so well..."
	<Mary>	"Yes."
	* Elise	sighs in relief. "H-hello John."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"You two know each other?" Tom looks back and forth between John and Elise, twitchier than normal.
	* Elise	nods.
	<John>	Name's Jim. Jim Cohn
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	<Leonide>	She shrugs, placing her own hand down. "As empty as the grave here."
	<Mary>	"We want to go to McDonald's after this." Their voice turns conspiratorial "We're going to make her if she doesn't take us there."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Maybe I should deal?"
	<Leonide>	She nudges the deck towards him.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March shuffles...he's not bad...and then deals out the cards.
	* Elise	bows her head at Jim and tenses up. "I'm sorry- I though you said your name was Jonh..."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Jim? John? Fuck me, my heart's still poundin' a mile a minute...I ain't got the head for this..."
	<Jim>	Easy Mistake. Jim, John
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Tom rubs a hand across his brow. His antenna twitch.
	<Leonide>	She puts her hand under the table, grasping the leg.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elmer manages a smile down at Mary. "That's good to hear. Anything good on the table? I ain't ate nothin' yet..."
	* Elise	looks up tentatively. "i'm... not going to be punished?"
	<Jim>	sorry if I Scared You
	* Elise	smiles nervously. "Really?"
	<Jim>	why would I Punish you for that?
	<Leonide>	"I keep hearing people escaped from their... Keepers?"
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	* Elise	is stumped by the question.
	<Leonide>	"I just remember Death cheating out of our deal and I tried throttling him." She looks as sweet as can be as she states this with a cold grin.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Yer lucky I didn't punch you!" Tom sputters at Jim. Not that he looks like the kind of guy that'd punch...more like the kind of guy that'd run and hide.
	* Mary	manage to hide their face even more. "We didn't see any... salad. We only like meat."
	* Mary	slinks back in the opposite direction of the raised voices.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Oh, is that so? You shouldn't make deals without expressly banning cheating...that's something you're going to learn. Quickly, I think..."
	<Jim>	It's Not a Problem
	<Leonide>	"I did already." She smiles.
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	<Leonide>	"I have learned a bit from the Furies."
	* Elise	"Jim, am I allowed to eat the food here?"
	* Mary	grunt. "Elmer, are you in a Court?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"They have so much to teach, don't they?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elmer clucks a thick tongue against his teeth. "Yes'm, I am in a Court. In the Summer Court, in fact. I aim to give 'em back twice what they gave me."
	<Jim>	why wouldn't you be, Elise?
	* Jim	seems genuine confused
	<Leonide>	She seems very straight faced as she eyes her hand.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March seems mildly amused about the whole deal.
	<Leonide>	She shows it casually.
	<Elise>	"I- uh-" Elise fiddles with one of the cuffs on her wrists."I used to have to ask to do anything..."
	* Mary	feel bad about eating meat around Elmer. "Well... we might have to go now. Goodbye." Mary shuffle off toward Leonide to see about that trip to McDonald's.
	* Elise	looks down ashamed.
	* Jim	pulls a :I face
	<CaesarStoryteller>	There's a brief flash of surprise on March's features, but he hides it quickly. "Never would have though you could beat three jacks," he says, spreads them out on the table. "Miss Tinderman."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Before things can progress, however, the doors to the small ballroom suddenly SLAM open. In the doorway stand three young girls, nearly identical...though something's off. It's more like they were three different girls who'd been broken down...and then built back up again to look similar. Crowded together, the aura around the three elementals seems to form a roiling summer storm, anger...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	...flashing in their eyes. "It has been STOLEN!" they exclaim in one voice.
	<Jim>	the only person you have to ask is yourself, Elise
	<Leonide>	She smiles. "By the way, next time you cheat? I will beat the shit out of you with the table."
	<Leonide>	She gets up to look at the three Furies.
	* Jim	looks sharp. literally
	* Elise	ponders Jim's words. Well she would had the doors not been slammed open.
	* Mary	looks suddenly sharklike at the noise before shrinking back into her hair.
	<Leonide>	She wipes up her cards and walks over, "What's been?" Formality from a Wizened?
	<Leonide>	Yeah, sure.
	* Mary	use the distraction to procure some road weenies.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Winter King is up and out of his chair in a flash. "Tisa, Alec, Meg! What is the meaning of this?" "The book," replies Tisa, winds gusting around her. "The symbol," adds Alec, rainwater on her skin. "The basis of our Freehold," finishes Meg, lightning crackling across her face. "It has been taken and we are all in danger!"
	* Jim	absent mindedly shifts to look nearly like the three
	<Leonide>	"Book?"
	* Elise	summons the courage to grab a piece of cheese during the shouting.
	* Elise	looks very pleased with herself as she feasts upon her catch.
	* Mary	grunt and silently swing a hand out with a paper plate of weenies on it in front of Elise, their eyes still fixed on the commotion.
	* Jim	grabs a few
	* Jim	munches them while watching
	<Elise>	"Thank you."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Caius, we must have retribution! It was taken tonight. It must be found tonight!" all three state again. Caius Long tugs and his pointed beard and nods, then turns, his bifurcated tail whipping behind him and addresses the crowd. "There's been a breach of security. I'm afraid we have to postpone the night and enact a search for this thief. Something quite valuable has been stolen."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	March frowns and gets up from the table. "You'll have to beat me senseless another time..." And he goes to join the other Monarchs.
	<Leonide>	She puts her cards away, walking with March as she sighes. "Bosses, what does the damn thing look like?"
	* Elise	enjoys her gifted plate of weenies.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Furies turn their eyes on Leonide. "You are a valued courtier, but still a neophyte. We shall handle this," they says, in that creepy unison voice. March nods at the Gravewright as well. "Don't worry your cute little head, we'll sort this out." Then he raises his voice. "Party's over, everyone! Gonna have to clear on out!"
	* Mary	glance around for guilty-looking people.
	<Leonide>	She sighs again, giving a look at March like she really wants to smack him, but hey, nothing to do?
	<Elise>	used XP from clarity trade
	<Elise>	i think
	* Jim	whispers "Just like in the Movies"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The rest of the fae begin to leave in groups. Twos and threes and it doesn't take long for the ballroom to mostly clear out, leaving the deliberating Monarchs and any stragglers behind.
	<Elise>	"Jim where are we going?"
	<Jim>	ummm
	* Mary	grab Leonide's arm with a very firm grip. "Leonide. You said you'd take us to McDonald's."
	<Leonide>	"I know." She grins. "And we are going to go."
	* Mary	let go. "OK."
	<Leonide>	Her grip doesn't leave a mark and it felt like stone. "Let's get going, shall we? Anyone else you want to bring?"
	<Jim>	We could head home, if you want, or we could follow them
	* Jim	points at the person who said mcdonald's
	<Leonide>	She gives a glance at Elmer. The fact Mary's socializing is something she should encourage.
	* Mary	grunt. "We don't know... would he eat fries?"
	<Mary>	"Maybe not."
	<Leonide>	"I don't know what he eats. Why not ask?"
	<Mary>	"Did you get his tape for us yet?"
	* Elise	isn't sure how to respond to making decisions.
	<Mary>	"We said you would get it."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elmer just gives a wave at Mary. "You two have fun," he says, and ambles on out of the room too. "RIGHT!" says March, clapping his hands together. "So we're in agreement. We'll each take a quarter of the campus, see what we can find..." Now the Monarchs are leaving too, heading out the door.
	<Leonide>	"Which one? I got several, but they are all at home." Her nose wrinkles.
	* Mary	stalk over to Elmer just before he makes it to the door, ignoring any input from Leonide.
	<Mary>	(ahem)
	* Mary	grab Elise's arm on the way out and grunts. "Come on."
	<Leonide>	She blinks with a little surprise. Okay, new person, this will be awkward. She leads the way to her beat-up old minivan that was her mother's. It has some chew marks.
	<Jim>	well, Mcdonald's it seems to be
	* Elise	yelps a little before keeping pace with Mary.
	<Leonide>	Indeed. She'll get intros once they are driving. Oh, and "Mary, which tape was it again?"
	* Mary	haul themselves into the minivan and grunt with the impact. "Um... ABBA."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The place is empty when you come out of the ball-room. The U of C is known for its gothic architecture, and really the place you're leaving looks more like it was built as a church. The walls are big stone blocks, the windows narrow vertical slits. Outside, the night air is crisp and cold. Steam rises from the grates.
	<Leonide>	"Ah, that one. Yes, I got it."
	<Leonide>	She is rather blissfully unaware, partly due to the delight of winning and the glee she'll have in beating the bunny with something.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Leonide's too concerned with her minivan. But everyone else notices something...that skitters from a pool of light under a streetlamp, into the rising steam from one of the grates alongside the building. There's an audible scrape as the grate's moved. Whatever it was, it wasn't a dog. Too many...legs for that.
	* Mary	grunt and halt closing the shotgun door. "Was that the centipede?"
	* Jim	pulls a :|
	* Jim	puts on his tom thousand face
	<Leonide>	"Huh?" She looks up from her pocket, trying to get keys.
	<Elise>	"Tom?"
	<Leonide>	She is still confused. "Who's Tom?"
	<Jim>	Tom? is that You?
	<Elise>	"He had lots of legs"
	<Elise>	"He talked to me at the party"
	<Leonide>	"Okaaay." >.>
	<Elise>	"And he was a bug"
	<Leonide>	:/ She doesn't like the whole 'not being in the know' thing.
	<Leonide>	"What Court?"
	<Jim>	He seemed ratherJumpy
	<Elise>	"None."
	<Jim>	No court
	<Leonide>	"Ah." ... Her nose screws up again.
	<Elise>	"Are you a servant of a court?"
	<Leonide>	"I am OF a Court, but I'm not a servant."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	There's no response from Jim's query. If it was Tom that disappeared down into the grate, he isn't showing himself.
	<Leonide>	"It's just a bit suspicious, that's all."
	* Elise	shys away. "I'm sorry im sorry..."
	<Leonide>	"It's okay." She shrugs. "I have a temper, but I'm working on it."
	<Elise>	"But tom said people in the courts were servants... I'm confused..."
	<Leonide>	She rolls her eyes.
	<Leonide>	"Maybe you shouldn't ask an outsider about it."
	* Elise	looks sullen.
	* Mary	have no idea what's going on here.
	<Leonide>	"Anyways."
	<Leonide>	"McDonalds' or should we see if we can beat the monarches to the punch?"
	<Mary>	"McDonald's."
	<Elise>	"Who is McDonald?"
	<Leonide>	"It is a place to eat."
	<Leonide>	"Greasy fare." She grimaces, holding on her hands. "I tend to get a milkshake there, and that's all."
	* Mary	wipe a little drool off of their lip. "Meat."
	<Leonide>	"I make perfectly good steak." Now SHE is sulking a bit as she gets into the minvan.
	<Elise>	"Jim?"
	<Mary>	"Not enough fat. Dishes are too clean. Burgers taste like dead animals."
	<Jim>	Mcdonalds... sounds good
	* Elise	's head is spinning as she has no idea of what ot make of all this.
	<Leonide>	"I can get a well marbled one and cook it rare if you want, or do bacon. All you need to do is /ask./ " She is in the driver's seat, waiting for everyone.
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	<Jim>	well, come on the, Elise. Let's get in
	* Elise	stumbles a little trying to figure out how to get into the minivan.
	<Leonide>	She gets the ignition on once everyone is in and buckled and settled, heading for the McD.
	* Mary	pull their seatbelt across them with a short grunt. "Still doesn't taste like animals. Too clean. Needs gristle." they say, emphasizing the last word and straining the seatbelt. "Meat."
	* Mary	mouth parts open slightly, gnarled fangs slick with spittle reflecting the passing streetlights and neon signage.
	* Mary	are making a very subtle hissing noise with their throat.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	It's fairly late and the streets are mostly empty, thanks to the encroaching cold.
	<Leonide>	She is pretty good at driving sometimes, and she asks, "What are your names, anyways?"
	<Jim>	Name's Jim. Jim Cohn
	<Elise>	"My name..." smiles for a moment. "I'm Elise Garratt."
	<Leonide>	She nods. "Leonide Tinderman." She glances over her shoulder for a moment. "And yes, I kept it from that damn rabbit because I don't like him." She rolls her eyes.
	* Elise	takes her jacket off while she's in the car.
	* Mary	hiss "...rabbit..."
	* Mary	try to open the glove compartment.
	<Leonide>	It's easily open, and oh look, Leonide left something chewable there.
	<Mary>	|:[ ]
	<Leonide>	It doesn't looked FINISHED, but it's half-carved into a dragon it looks like.
	* Mary	best the dragon and feast on the spoils.
	* Elise	rubs the back of her neck idly.
	<Leonide>	"You don't care for the bunny either, Mary?"
	* Mary	look over at Leonide, startled out of their revelrie. "Oh. We don't know him. We want some rabbits," they say around a mouthful of dragon wood.
	<Leonide>	"Noted, I'll see about getting some. The trust fund has almost matured, at least..."
	* Mary	punctuate her response by cracking the dragon in half.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Here come the Golden Arches, a glowing bastion of food and warmth in the lap of a smiling clown.
	* Elise	furrows her brow, remembering something.
	<Leonide>	"Drive in or go in?"
	* Mary	picks one of the larger splinters out of her gums.
	<Leonide>	Has no problem giving options when she doesn't give a damn on it.
	* Elise	is unable to place it at the moment.
	* Mary	grunt. "We don't care. They put it in paper anyway."
	<Elise>	"I..."
	<Leonide>	"Hm?" She looks at Elise.
	<Elise>	"Can we go inside?"
	<Leonide>	"Sure." She pulls into a parking spot.
	* Mary	has her seatbelt off before the van even hits the parking lot.
	<Mary>	"Meat."
	* Elise	reluctantly puts her jacket back on.
	<Leonide>	"You'll BECOME meat if you don't keep that seatbelt on until the car's off!" >:< "What if we hit something!"
	<Mary>	"More meat for us," they grunt as they quickly shuffle in, snorting the greasy air happily.
	<Leonide>	"You won't be able to eat if you are /dead./ "
	<Leonide>	She is following Mary like a worried mother.
	<Leonide>	She has her wallet out as well, and stops at the door to make sure the other two get in.
	* Mary	walk straight to the counter and start ordering, keeping her eyes well-hidden under her snarled hair.
	* Elise	follows Mary and Leonide taking in the sights as they tickle the back of her memory.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Inside, the air is warm and rife with the smell of sizzling meat and over-cooked fries. It's dead in there, though, only a single homeless guy sleeping in one of the booths. Behind the counter, manning the register, is a dog.
	<Jim>	makes his mein look like ronald
	* Elise	takes her jacket back off.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Well, not quite a dog. But he's certainly doglike. Black fur, he's kinda got a muzzle, looking sort of like a cross between a goofy, congenial black lab and a human. His nametag reads 'Baskerville.' "Welcome to McDonald's! How can I help you?"
	* Jim	mixes some dog into that ronald
	<Leonide>	"Just a milkshake for me, chocolate swirled with strawberry... And..." She looks at the others.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Baskerville blinks at Jim, momentarily confused. He does that weird headtilt thing dogs do, then begins to ring up the order.
	* Mary	order three double cheeseburgers and a twelve-piece mcnuggets. "And whatever they're having," they say, waving a hand at the others.
	<Jim>	10 piece Chicken Nugget meal, honey mustard and some Spicy Buffulo Snack Wraps, extra sauce
	* Elise	is completely confused.
	<Leonide>	"What are you hungry for, Elise?"
	* Jim	whispers to Elise "Pick some food
	<Mary>	me grunt. "She wants a filet'o'fish and a strawberry shake."
	* Elise	stares the menu unsure of where to begin.
	<Leonide>	She gives a look at Mary.
	<Elise>	"I want a filet'o'fish and a strawberry shake"
	<Leonide>	"..."
	* Mary	continue to stare straight ahead at the food warmer.
	<Leonide>	She still pays.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Baskerville rings it all up, poking at the touch-screen. There's a DING from the back, as something finishes cooking and he looks up, momentarily frozen and alert...then smiles at Leonide. "That'll be 32.94. So didja you guys hear about the missing book? The Doctor came in asking about it and everything, like ten minutes ago."
	* Elise	nods.
	<Leonide>	"We were there when the Three Bosses came in with their underwear in a twist."
	<Leonide>	(er, edit:)
	<Leonide>	With their graves all walked over.
	<Jim>	on that note, what's this Book
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"I should hope so! It's just awful." He looks at Jim like he's daft. "It's what Mr. Long and the others founded the Freehold on, when they all made the first oath together."
	<Elise>	"Why... would someone take that?"
	<Leonide>	"It's a symbol."
	<Elise>	"Symbol?"
	* Jim	glares at the hound, as Mcdogald turns demonic
	* Elise	scoots away from Jim.
	* Jim	releases the Face
	<Leonide>	"Emblem? It represents soemthing, but I'm not the one to ask, I'm a doctor, not a magician."
	<Jim>	Symbols have POWER
	<Elise>	"Ohh... like my collar did..." Elise looks down and mutters something.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"It's more than a symbol, and symbols are powerful things already. That book IS the Freehold, in a way." He blinks again at Jim, blanching at the demonic dog-clown face...but seems to take this as a cue to hurry up with the order. "Um...um, but that's all Ireally...um...really know about it. I'm sure Gabe at the library could tell you more..."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	He turns and busies himself with getting all that food onto trays.
	<Leonide>	She gives Jim a Look. @#$% Darklings.
	<Leonide>	"Do you really have to do that?"
	* Elise	traces her finger along her neck.
	<Jim>	Do What?
	<Leonide>	She does a gesture that is supposed to be 'putty face.' ... It isn't very effective when the person doing it has stone for skin.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Once he's got all the food assembled, Baskerville slides not one, but FOUR laden trays across to Leonide. Two of the trays are for Mary.
	<Leonide>	She actually balances two of them easily, figuring that Mary will grab her two.
	* Jim	grabs one
	<Leonide>	"Thanks.'
	<Leonide>	She sits down and sips her milkshake, sighing again.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The dog's eyes glaze over, becoming pools of black, as he watches you, that friendly sort of grin fading from his face. He's staring at all of you, but PAST you as well. "Oh...oh my. That's...that's terrible. I'm so...I'm so so sorry..."
	* Jim	looks behind him
	* Elise	looks at Baskerville oddly, "Yes?"
	<Leonide>	She gets up, setting her cup down as she picks up a tray and gets to the dog. She looks about to make sure no one is around before taking the tray in both hands and... WHAM! SMACK over the head. "Snap out of it!"
	<Leonide>	She isn't intending to hurt him, just... knock some Clarity into him.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"So much trouble in your future...pain...death...I'm so sor-" WHAM! He gets clocked between his floppy dog ears. "Ow! Hey!" He rubs the spot on top of his head. "What was that for?"
	<Leonide>	"You were spacing out and sounding really damn off. I thought you were going nuts."
	<Jim>	you were Trancing out
	<Elise>	"What did he do?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Was I? Wow. Sorry about that." He's still rubbing the top of his head. "Hope I didn't scare you." And here he is apologizing for being smacked on the noggin.
	<Leonide>	"Just worried about you." :<
	<Leonide>	"We need to all stick together." She shrugs.
	<Jim>	does it happen Often, Dog Man?
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Does what happen often?"
	<Elise>	"His name is Baskerville not dog man..."
	<Jim>	Black eyes, proclaiming our doom?
	<Leonide>	"He wouldn't know if it did, I don't think."
	<Leonide>	"You'd have to ask people, not him."
	* Mary	finishe their disappearing act, making the three burgers disappear in rapid succession.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	His ears fold back. He looks like a dog that's just been scolded. "Your doom? I haven't...I haven't done that in...in a long time. I wouldn't..."
	* Elise	stares at Mary in awe.
	* Mary	keep their eyes on Baskerville and Leonide. "Finish your fish," they grunt to Elise.
	<Elise>	"My fish?" Elise looks around on the tray trying to find the fish sandwhich.
	* Jim	starts chomping down his extra-hot sauce snack wrap
	* Jim	moves on to the next one
	* Elise	bites into the filet-o-fish.
	<Leonide>	"You have done it before? When?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Before...you know...when I wasn't here," he says, looking frightened.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	-end session-
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CaesarStoryteller>	Last time, on The Phoenix Cycle...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Our intrepid group mixed and mingled with the rest of the freehold, before an important book was stolen. Then they went to McDonald's.
	<Leonide>	Weee.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The next day, Leonide is at the hospital...
	<Leonide>	And being a good little lab tech in pathology.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	On her walk to the old, gothic building that morning, the season was in full evidence. Skeletons and bats and vampires adorning windows...kids already running about in masks and costumes, hours before mischief night truly begins...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Halloween is here.
	<Leonide>	=_= Joy, the Good Doctor must LOVE it.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Indeed, he does. Even though he strides up in full view of you, Leonide, in the middle of the harsh fluorescent lights the hospital uses, it's as if he were skulking about in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Good afternoon, Leonide," he intones.
	<Leonide>	"Good afternoon, Doctor."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Even with his mien, he seems more gaunt and birdlike than normal. His sunken eyes, behind his mask hint at a lack of sleep. "I trust you are doing well, despite last nights excitement?"
	<Leonide>	"Seemed calm after leaving. The others I left with said they noticed someone coming out of a grating, a Courtless, but I didn't see who." She is steadily micropipetting something into a disc.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Yes, yes...that's rather why I came to see you," he replies, turning his gaze down to her to work. "Pathology is always so fascinating," he says, and you can hear his silver-needle fingertips clinking together musically. "Like peeling back the layers of a mystery. I see so little of the actual work, down in the morgue."
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	<Leonide>	"You might want to talk to Mary about it more." She states distractedly, her jaw clenching just a little. "Or Elise. She talked to the one mentioned. They said something about a centipete."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Tom Thousand? No...no...I don't believe so. We've worked very hard with Tom to...mend his thieving ways. If you believe young Mary or Elise may have more illumination on the subject, then you should bring them with you." He draws back, bringing himself to an impressive, looming height. "The Queens of Summer requested you specifically. They wish to speak with you now. I do hope your...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	...experiment can be put on hold."
	<Leonide>	"Let me do one last drop..." There. She stands up, rubbing one eye.
	<Leonide>	"It neecds time now anyways." SHe puts it in an incubator and goes to put her coat on the rack before following.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The Good Doctor only leads Leonide as far as the door of the hospital. "They're in their apartment. If you're going to bring your friends, do so...but make haste." With a sweep of his long coat, he vanishes back into the doorway.
	<Leonide>	She shakes her head, taking out her cell to call home to get Mary.
	<Leonide>	"My Queens want to talk to me, about last night. Since you had better eyes that day, I want you to come along."
	<Mary>	Leonide can hear the vague sound of scraping on the other end as Mary mumble into their side "Are you going to pick us up?"
	<Leonide>	"Of course."
	<Leonide>	She is heading to her car, etc.
	* Mary	grunt. "Is Elise coming too?" Something that probably isn't hope can be heard in their voice.
	<Leonide>	"Stop eating the phone. And I don't have her number. :/ If you have a way to contact her, I'd be happy to bring her along as well."
	* Mary	grunt. "You're out of wood. And your bedroom door is broken."
	<Leonide>	"Remember the deal: No eating anything in my room."
	<Mary>	"It was outside your room. You left it open."
	<Leonide>	"I'm in the car now and I'm about to get going. And I damn well know I left it closed."
	<Leonide>	There's a sudden very threatening note to her voice.
	<Leonide>	"Anyways. I'll be there soon."
	* Mary	grunt. "OK bye."
	* Mary	pause for a minute before their head swivels around the room, locking on the grocery bag that has their meager worldly possessions. Inside is the card with the phone number The Doctor gave her to call him. Maybe he knows Elise's number.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The doctor does indeed know Elise's number, and when Leonide picks Mary up, they're given directions towards the nearby park where the entrance to Jim's hollow is. The Monarchs are nothing if not aware of the few Lost under their care.
	<Leonide>	Leonide glances at the damage to her door with a bit of annoyance before gesturing Mary to come with her.
	* Mary	keep their eyes under their hair the whole time Leonide is inside their home.
	<Leonide>	"Mary, really. You shouldn't attempt loopholes."
	<Mary>	"We needed something harder. The wood is too soft now."
	* Mary	snatches back their hair and reveals their gaping mouth. "They hurt!"
	<Leonide>	"Noted." She rubs her chin. "I was actually going to suggest metal on the phone."
	<Leonide>	"You think steel or graniate will work? The latter will be a bit more expensive, but it may have a different texture."
	* Mary	grunt and mutter "We don't know."
	* Mary	hold up a scrap of paper. "The Doctor gave us directions."
	<Mary>	"To Elise."
	<Leonide>	"I can talk to the scrap yard," She nods as she takes the directions and reads them, "And we can pick up some metal on the way home for you to try."
	* Mary	mutter something inaudible that might possibly have been "bones".
	<Leonide>	"Mrm? ... Oh." She blinks.
	<Leonide>	"Bones aren't as hard as wood, but they may be more fun to chew on for you, you have a point."
	* Mary	remains sulking and silent.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	You come upon the park soon enough. A little man made pond in the middle of a field of green. A gazebo here, a war-statue there. It doesn't take you long to recognize what the instructions were speaking of. Alongside the parking area is a long brick wall, forming the boundary of one side of the park.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	On it, the City is fighting a losing battle with local kids and gangs. It gets tagged, they paint it over, it gets tagged again.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	One set of graffiti never seems to get removed, though.
	<Leonide>	Leo just grins at it and is standing there patiently.
	* Jim	walks through a door painted onto the wal
	<Leonide>	"Ah, hello Jim." She has a stony face as she waves.
	* Mary	glances over and sees Jim, but keeps quiet.
	<Jim>	hello
	<Leonide>	"My Queens summoned me and apparently want details about last night. You three (where's Elise?) had better eyes than me then, so I wanted to bring you guys along."
	<Jim>	one momment
	* Jim	traces a face on the wall, and walks through
	* Mary	try doing what Jim just did.
	* Elise	walks out of the door looking somewhat irratated, and bumps into Mary.
	<Elise>	"Aaah, I'm sorry!"
	* Mary	grunt. "Oh. Hi, Elise."
	* Elise	catches her breath, and her wits, "H,hello Mary."
	<Mary>	"We wanted you to come with us. To see The Doctor."
	<Leonide>	"Queens."
	* Jim	pokes his head out
	<Mary>	"About last night."
	<Mary>	"Queens."
	<Leonide>	She nods in agreement.
	<Elise>	"Ok..."
	* Mary	turn their head irritably in the direction of Leonide.
	<Leonide>	"We can go out to eat afterwards if you all want."
	* Elise	looks nervous, wondering if she did anything.
	* Mary	have a brief intake of air at Leonide's words.
	<Jim>	All Right
	<Leonide>	She tries to smile and turns around. "Well, let's go."
	* Mary	glance at Elise and gesture her to come with.
	* Elise	follows.
	* Jim	walks out of the door, wearing a half-checkered, half silver suit, with a red tie and a glowing fedora
	<Leonide>	Once everyone's ready, she drives to the Queens' apartment.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The old brownstone where The Furies live isn't far away. They're up on the third floor, and once they buzz the group in, they're forced to mount the steps all the way to the door.
	<Leonide>	Leonide doesn't mind.
	* Elise	hardly notices troding up 3 flights of stairs.
	* Mary	are panting and gripping the railing with greasy, clutching hands by the time they make it up.
	* Jim	giggles creepily on the way up
	<Leonide>	Leonide is behind Mary to stay with her the whole time.
	* Mary	snap their mouth at Jim if they get the chance.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	At the door, they're greeted by Tisa, the pale Airtouched Queen. She regards the group with impassive eyes, then beckons them into the apartment. "Thank you for being so prompt, Leonide."
	<Leonide>	She nods. "Frankly, I'd rather not risk testing stone against the Elements' Fury."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	It's quite clearly the apartment of three Elementals. Bare white walls and no furnishings, save for three simple mattresses laid out along one wall of the large front room. The only notable accoutrement hangs above the mantle of the empty fireplace.
	* Elise	nervously looks over the room, sticking close to Mary.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	A spear, the dull color of unpolished brass. And yet it positively radiates with barely contained Wyrd. The weapon of Summer's punishment.
	* Mary	look around with glittering eyes under their hair, unconcerned or unafraid of anything or anyone in the room, until they see the spear.
	<Mary>	"Jeez." they grunt.
	<Leonide>	Leonide bows to Tisa, the other Queens if they are there, and to the spear.
	* Jim	looks at the spear, and his face starts spazzing out
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Alec, the Waterborn nods once at Leonide. "It is our Fury of which we wish you to be the instrument." "You know what was stolen from us? From the Freehold?" asks Meg, sparks of lightning crackling in her gaze.
	<Leonide>	"The book."
	<Jim>	A Symbol
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"The Book," all three breathe at once. "Yes, a powerful symbol. Our Freehold was founded on this book, six pledges of fealty to one another. The book binds us together and protects us," replies Meg, nodding at Jim.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"With the book missing," continues Alec, "We are vulnerable. All of us. It is vital that it be recovered before the turning of the seasons, or the armor that protects us from The Others could fail."
	* Elise	hides behind Mary when The Others are brought up.
	* Mary	doesn't respond to the word, and glances at Elise.
	<Mary>	"Where was it?" Mary ask casually
	<Leonide>	She grimaces.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"The Library," all three reply again. "Under Gabriel's care."
	<Elise>	"I think, Baskerville... mentioned a Gabe last night, at the McDonalds"
	<Elise>	"Are these the same?"
	<Leonide>	She looks back and forth at them, looking a little confused.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Gabriel is the Lorekeeper, our Antiquarian, yes. The book was under his watch."
	<Leonide>	"What happened that night?" Leonide seems thoughtful.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"We are not sure. Gabriel claims to remember nothing," says Tisa. "And we have been kept from our duties as we try, with the other Monarchs, to secure the Freehold again."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Leonide, the one who took The Book must be found. The one who took The Book must be punished. You will help us in this," all three say suddenly. "Before we give you your task, have you any insight to this theft?" The Three stand next to each other, a storm seeming to brew amongst them.
	<Leonide>	She looks at the other three. They had the better eyes.
	<Leonide>	"I remember my... friends, noticing someone leaving oddly, I think they said Tom?"
	<Jim>	we saw legs
	* Mary	grunt. "I saw that centipede."
	<Elise>	"It was Mary and Jim that noticed something."
	<Mary>	"It went into the sewer."
	* Elise	speaks softly, "they said it was the grate... it wonder if it still remembers?"
	<Mary>	"We saw i-" Mary stop and whisper to Elise with baleful breath, "What?"
	* Elise	muses quietly "I've never talked to anything aside from my chains..."
	<Leonide>	?
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Legs? Tom Thousand?" Meg hisses. "We knew that Skitterskulk could not be trusted." Tisa and Alec nod. "If he vanished down this...grate...then he can be tracked from there," Alec says, focusing her stare on Elise. "You can speak with the metal?"
	* Elise	nods.
	* Elise	hangs her head in shame, "I'm sorry I didn't ask it last night..."
	<Leonide>	"Hey, it was a busy night and everyone was thinking of food."
	* Elise	lifts her head up and smiles weakly.
	<Leonide>	"So don't make excuses, we can check now."
	<Leonide>	"And you brought it up now, so..." She tries smiling again, only really pulling off a chirp to her voice, "I don't see a reason to say sorry."
	* Elise	almost starts to apologize again, but stops and smiles softly.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	"Then you speak with the scene, and we shall inquire about Tom Thousand's whereabouts. You have your orders, Knight of Summer."
	<Leonide>	"Yes, ma'am." She bows and waits for the others to leave before bowing to the spear and leaving.
	* Jim	glances at the spear, and shudders
	* Jim	leaves
	* Elise	leaves, feeling somewhat good about herself.
	* Mary	leaves, paying more attention to any boltholes or potential hiding spots than to court protocol.
	<Leonide>	And Leo drives them to the spot again.
	* Mary	get out of the car and root around for a moment or two.
	<Leonide>	Hm.
	<Leonide>	Leonide lets her eyes begin seeing the Dead.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	It's Halloween night. Of course there are ghosts running about! Look, there go two right now, dressed in bedsheets with holes cut in the eyes.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	But if you mean the unquiet dead...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Yes. There's one. Quiet and hollow eyed, pacing...as much as a ghost can pace...back and forth along a spot near the wall of the building you were in the previous night.
	* Elise	reluctantly puts her jacket back on as she exits the car.
	<Leonide>	She goes to the quiet one, and clears her throat.
	<Leonide>	"Sir, you seem troubled?"
	* Elise	glances to Mary, "Who is Leonide talking to?
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The ghost snaps its...his attention towards Leonide. "Y...yes, I can't...I can't seem to...I don't remember where my class is. He looks up and down the walk as if he wanted to bolt in a direction, but can't choose."
	<Leonide>	"What class are you in?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The ghost seems to shudder and tremble, but doesn't speak. It seems difficult, Leonide, for it to communicate.
	<Leonide>	She thinks. "Why don't you take a break from it? You seem so frazzled that you won't be able to take notes."
	<Leonide>	"Listen, I'm trying to find someone, though."
	<Leonide>	"Maybe if you can help me find that someone (and thing), we can find your class."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The manifested ghost buries its hands in its head and shakes again. It looks up at Leonide with pleading eyes.
	<Leonide>	She tilts her head, offering her hand.
	* Elise	watches Leonide, puzzled.
	* Mary	assumes Leonide is on her phone again and is too engrossed in her snooping to notice otherwise.
	* Jim	watches Leonide, and thinks "Hurm...what does she see?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The ghost reaches out to touch Leonide's hand...then promptly de-materializes, gone from the area.
	<Leonide>	"Damn." She clenches her fist.
	<Leonide>	"Fucking ghosts."
	<Elise>	"Ghosts?"
	<Leonide>	She turns back to them, her nose wrinkled.
	<Jim>	ah
	<Leonide>	"Yes."
	<Leonide>	She points at her eyes. "I can see the dead. One of the two things I picked up during my game with Death."
	<Elise>	"Ohh."
	* Jim	looks uncomfortable
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Mary, meanwhile, has been busily snuffling about and she easily finds the scent of some...thing...leading down to the grate where you saw the many-legged form vanish.
	* Elise	shuffles around for a moment before speaking up, "I'm going to need something to clean the metal with... thats always how I got my chains to speak with me, they liked to be clean and shiney."
	<Leonide>	"I have some rags in my trunk, let me get them."
	<Elise>	"That would work."
	* Mary	grunt. "No."
	<Elise>	"No?"
	* Mary	get down on their hands and knees and peer at the grate with a wrinkled nose and slitted eyes.
	<Jim>	Do we know that it was Tom?
	<Leonide>	She walks over to check on what Mary is seeing.
	<Mary>	"We can smell it."
	<Mary>	"It's not the centipede."
	* Mary	scrapes a little fall debris off the grate and licks it out of her nail.
	<Jim>	what is it then?
	<Leonide>	"What is it?"
	<Mary>	"We don't know what it smells like."
	<Mary>	"Not Tom."
	<Elise>	"Should we follow it?"
	<Leonide>	"Describe it?"
	* Mary	tug on the grate to see if it gives.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The grate gives way easily.
	<Mary>	"It smells like a TV. And a person."
	* Mary	scrapes a little more leafy matter off to chew on thoughtfully. "You can clean it up now."
	<Elise>	"I don't think it likes being taken from its duties Mary..."
	<Mary>	"We need it open to go through it, don't we?"
	* Mary	look at Jim. "Or don't we?"
	<Elise>	"But its there to keep things out... it's rude to do that to it and ask favors of it at the same time."
	<Leonide>	She goes to get a rag to help Elise while she is thinking.
	* Mary	grunt in slight annoyance. "Well, we want to go through it."
	<Mary>	"...Fine."
	<Leonide>	"Wait a few."
	* Mary	sit down in a huff.
	<Leonide>	"Let her talk to it then we can go."
	* Elise	smiles at Mary. "Thank you."
	* Elise	turns toward the grate as she begins to clear away some of the leaves from it. "I'm sorry for Mary picking you up like that, you have a job to do right."
	* Elise	makes small with the grate, chatting idly about the weather as she continues to clean away the debris from it before polishing it over with the rag.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The grate looks much, much cleaner thanks to Elise's care. But it remains ever silent. Maybe it's already mad that it got dislodged by the first person to go through it.
	* Elise	glares at Mary.
	* Mary	are still sulking under their hair.
	* Jim	walks behind leonide, and reaches towards her hair
	<Mary>	"Can we go through it now?" they ask flatly.
	<Elise>	"I'm sorry Mary... maybe its still mad at the first person to go through."
	<Mary>	"So is The Doctor."
	<Leonide>	She takes a step forward.
	* Mary	try to smile at Elise.
	<Leonide>	"Jim, you really can't."
	* Jim	freezes
	<Leonide>	She actually shakes her head VICIOUSLY.
	* Jim	sighs...
	<Leonide>	And not a strand falls loose.
	<Leonide>	"Statue."
	* Elise	looks curiously at the two.
	<Leonide>	"Maybe you should say sorry for Mary and try again?"
	* Mary	shift their grin to the grate.
	<Jim>	I just wanted to be able to find you more Easily if I needed to
	<Leonide>	"If you have a chisel you can try hacking a piece off."
	<Jim>	you aren't annoyed?
	<Leonide>	"Well, you gave your reason."
	<Jim>	ah
	<Leonide>	"Why not go down into the sewer? There's bound to be metal down there."
	<Jim>	well, perhaps later you could give me a lock
	* Elise	looks downcast, "It didn't want to talk... it'd be rude to pester it..."
	<Elise>	"Maybe something down- down there would know"
	* Mary	starts to say something but stops before anything beyond an inhalation. "We think you're right, Elise."
	* Mary	squat down and pull the grate up again.
	* Elise	mouthes "sorry" to the grate.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	It opens up easily. The air coming out of the hole in the ground is much warmer than the chill November night.
	<Jim>	then let us enter the reaking tunnels
	* Mary	squint their eyes against the rising warm air and descend gleefully to the Hunt.
	<Leonide>	She heads down as well, looking about for something she can pick up.
	* Elise	nervously follows after Mary
	* Elise	,noticing the warmth, takes her jacket off and ties it around her waist.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Down you go. The path leads in and under the building, down into a low, long tunnel. It's just high enough to stand up in, but it's cramped with the old, rusing pipes that run along the sides of the brickwork.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	It doesn't stink, though.
	<Jim>	follows
	* Mary	walk into the tunnel, unafraid. Just like old times, only without the muffled shouts and cries from beyond thick walls. Not even a rat.
	* Elise	clings closley behind Mary, the reaction ingrained into her mind.
	<Leonide>	"Well, Law will love these."
	* Mary	mutters "We're sorry about your grate, Elise."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	There's some rebar on the ground, stacked up against a wall in a messy pile. Probably forgotten by some maintenance worker.
	<Elise>	"It's ok."
	* Leonide	kneels down to pick up one and looks very childlike and happy. ^_^
	<Leonide>	"I has a weapon now."
	* Mary	don't hear from twenty feet ahead as they sniff around for more of that TV smell.
	<Elise>	"Whats... down here?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Mary's nose leads you down the path unerringly. Not that there's much of way to go. It's mostly one long, low tunnel. The pipes often branch out, but they go through passages far too small to be explored by the likes to you.
	<Mary>	"Water and metal and plastic. And TV-smell."
	<Mary>	"Maybe homeless people."
	<Elise>	"What a TV smell like?"
	<Leonide>	"Staticy? If you stay over at my house, you can smell the one we have."
	<Mary>	"Sharp. Like thunderstorms."
	<Elise>	"Hmm... oh ok"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The tunnel narrows subtly, and the pipes lead through a wall. Offset next to the pipes, there's a old door, metal and corroded, almost hanging off its hinges. It's not shut...you could pull it open with an easy tug.
	* Mary	grunt and stop.
	* Elise	bumps into Mary.
	* Mary	look around for anything else or any place to hide.
	<Leonide>	Leo looks at Elise as if to say "Talk to it?"
	<Elise>	"Does the smell go into the door?"
	<Mary>	"Smells like it."
	<Leonide>	"I think you should talk to it, Elise." She whispers.
	<Elise>	"The door is pretty rusty though..."
	* Mary	s eyes glitter in the near-dark from the shadows of the corner. "You can talk to it, Elise."
	<Mary>	"We won't go through it."
	* Elise	walks up to door and runs her hands down the corroding surface. "You look like you've been neglected here in the dark with no to take care of you"
	* Elise	takes the rag again and begins to polish whatever surfaces she can, "They haven't even put you on your hinges properly..."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	To you, Elise, the door seems to purr with pleasure at being treated so nicely. If you're going to ask it a question, you can do so right now...
	<Elise>	"I'll be sure to tell someone to come give you the attention you need. If you would, could you tell me if a person an electric presence has been through you recently?"
	<CaesarStoryteller>	A rush of sensory information runs through your mind, Elise. It's all...touch, things that have brushed past it. You get the briefest glimpses of rats and roaches wriggling under it, but the door seems to know that's not what you want. It focuses in swiftly on the only other thing to go through it...and you get a clear impression of many legs, spindly twitching hands. It's impossible not to...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	...tell who it feels like, despite what Mary's nose said. It definitely looked like Tom Thousand.
	<Elise>	"Thank you for your help."
	* Elise	turns toward the rest of the motley, "It feels like Tom, the centipede, was the last person through here"
	<Leonide>	Leonide seems unsurprised.
	<Leonide>	"COuld you thank it for us?"
	* Mary	grunt. "It wasn't Tom."
	<Jim>	hurm
	<Elise>	"I told it we'd send someone down to fix it up," looks over to Mary, "but what the door showed me felt like it was Tom."
	<Leonide>	"I think he may be using Contracts on this, and I have had the Queens and the Doctor mention he is a thief."
	* Mary	raise a fist to bang into the door, but holds it and breathes hard at Elise.
	<Mary>	"OK, fine. Can we open it now?" Mary try to tone their words down by the end of their abrupt question.
	<Elise>	"Just be nice to it."
	<Leonide>	"You can open it."
	<Elise>	"Leonide, could you help me later on getting someone to fix the door."
	<Leonide>	She nods.
	<Leonide>	"I can mention it to the Doctor and see what we can do, or... I could do it myself, really."
	* Elise	smiles at Leonide in the gloom.
	* Leonide	is grinning back.
	<Leonide>	"I'm a Wizened, no matter how much of a Gravewright I am."
	* Mary	refrain from saying anything as they put a hand on the door and tug it open.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Behind the door...is more tunnel. The pipes continue onwards. As you follow them, the tunnel air grows more and more fetid and hot. Steam doesn't seem to be just in the pipes any more...it's hanging in the air in front of you, wrapping about your features in a clinging cloud.
	* Elise	gently closes the door behind them once everyone is through.
	* Mary	pull their hair back away from their face for the second time that day and bare their teeth.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The pipes too seem...odder than normal. They're no longer taking a straight path along the side of the walls. They're starting to weave about, and seem patched and bolted crudely as they spiral crookedly along the tunnel walls.
	<Elise>	"I... don't like this place..."
	* Mary	look at the floor in front of them.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	As you progress further and further down the tunnel...you notice barbed wire lining the pipes, curling like vines...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Wait...no...
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Those are thorns.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	-end-

CaesarStoryteller>	Last time, on The Phoenix Cycle.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The intrepid heroes recovered the golden idol from the Thuggee cult, but found themselves dangling over the Gorge of Madness, the rope fraying one strand at a time.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Wait, no. They followed the Summer Queens' orders and went into the steam tunnels under the campus. At some point they realized they'd blundered into the hedge.
	<Leonide>	Leonide just facepalms.
	* Elise	clings to Mary nervously, "...thethe th-thorns..."
	* Mary	nose begin whistling air through it, increasing in tempo as her shoulders begin to hitch. A low moan crawls out of her barely-parted mouth.
	* Mary	flinches and bares her fangs at Elise!
	* Mary	snap their jaw shut and glare around, faintly shaking.
	* Elise	stumbles backwards.
	* Mary	hiss "Sorry," toward Elise and take a step backward themself.
	<Leonide>	She sighs. "Well, we have to go in either way."
	<Leonide>	She has the wooden plank she had grabbed over her shoulder casually.
	* Elise	nods nervously.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Behind you, Elise...the door you came through seems to have vanished. There's nothing but a tangled mass of barbed wire thorns, woven against a concrete wall. Luminous graffiti spells out alien looking symbols.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Mary, the scent you were following leads onward, nonetheless. Leonide's right. You'll have to go in.
	<Elise>	"The door! Where'd it go?"
	<Leonide>	"Seems like we were in the hedge a bit ago."
	* Mary	draw in a huge breath through their nose and let it out softly. "Shoes," they mutter.
	* Elise	looks at Mary meekly, "Sh-shoes?"
	<Mary>	"That's how they find you."
	<Mary>	"Blood in your shoes."
	<Elise>	"I'm not bleeding though"
	* Mary	stiffen. "Everyone bleeds."
	<Leonide>	"Let's keep following the trail."
	* Mary	creep forward, fangs bared, frithing the air in front of their face.
	<Leonide>	Leonide takes the rear, looking over her shoulder warily.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	A sound freezes you all in your tracks for a brief second: the skittering of claws on bare concrete, echoing down the tunnels. It sounds far off, but before you can get a lock on it, one of the steam pipes lining the walls rumbles and rattles loudly.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	When it settles, it's silent again.
	* Mary	snap their face upward, sending greasy tangled hair flaring out.
	<Leonide>	"Stay calm, Mary."
	* Elise	trembles, pulling her arms up to her chest.
	<Mary>	"Shoes and flags, shoes and flags..." Their attention slowly drops back down to the tunnel in front of them.
	* Mary	sag into a hunch and plod forward slowly.
	<Elise>	"No- no where to go but forward..." Elise whispers
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Elise is wrong, though. Further ahead, the tunnel branches into a four-way intersection. The steams pipes that had been twisting along the walls of the tunnel spread out like a spider-web. The largest ones curve off to the right, with a twined mass of rickety pipes, laced with metallic thorns, leading in the other two directions.
	<Leonide>	"What do you smell, Mary?"
	* Mary	stop up short before the branching and peep cautiously around down the passages.
	* Elise	looks over the intersection, "which way Mary?"
	* Mary	curl their lips up and flare their nostrils.
	<Leonide>	Leonide is quietly listening for any other intrusion.
	* Elise	holds the chains on her cuffs still.
	* Mary	grind their teeth together. Were anyone able to see their eyes under the mat of scraggly, tawny hair, they could see their pupils swell arhythmically as her bent, magicked brain takes in the fetid air of the sewer-turned Hedge. Their first few steps forward are automatic, as their stance lowers.
	* Mary	drift forward, dragging one hand softly along the wall while the other clenches and releases.
	<Mary>	A thin string of drool makes a soft *pat* as it settles against the dusty ground.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The air in the steam tunnel is hot and damp, though it doesn't reek like a sewer might. It's just heavy with the scent of wet concrete and stone and...something else indescribable. However, Mary's talented nose picks up the ozone trail clearly enough. It curves away from the main branch of pipes and heads off in the other direction, to the left.
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	<CaesarStoryteller>	From that same direction, to the left...Leonide and Elise hear the skittering sound once more. Still echoing, but closer. Mary is too wrapped up in the scent to even notice.
	* Mary	chuff.
	<Leonide>	"To the left?"
	* Elise	nods, "we go left."
	* Mary	look back, glassy-eyed. "Coming?"
	<Leonide>	"Yes."
	* Elise	gets back to hovering safely behind Mary.
	* Leonide	is behind Elise and Sir-Not-In-Session.
	* Mary	toss their hair back out of their face and shuffle alongside the wall. "Close."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The tunnel seems to go on forever in that direction, and the thorns are encroaching. Deeper and deeper still.
	* Mary	flinch and draw their hand back as it runs over a thorn.
	* Mary	grunt. "Shoes."
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Then, all three of you hear the sudden clatter of claws on concrete, right behind you! Everyone wheels at the same time, and you come face to face with monstrous rat. Patched, mangy brown fur. A sickening scaled pink tail. And an eerily human face that hisses balefully at you.
	<Leonide>	"Oh come the HELL ON." Leonide lifts up her plank and just rushes the rat with a grin that is more of baring teeth. "You're going to meet a nap time!"
	<Leonide>	There's a sharp CRACK on the rat's shoulder.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The hedgerat squeals angrily and skitters to the side from the smarting hit!
	<Mary>	By now Mary's senses are trembling, and when the rat makes itself known the only thing that stops them from immediately tearing into it is the distance between the two. By the time they cover it in two bounding leaps (impressive distance for such a stocky girl), the rat-thing has already been able to edge away!
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The rat-thing hisses again, brandishing crooked incisors that are almost growing through the roof of it's mouth.
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	* Elise	steps backwards, unsure of what to do as Mary lunges toward the rat beast, her eyes darting over the tunnel and the twisted thorn ridden wire looking for anything she can do to help.
	* Elise	notices a pieces of rope nestled with in the barbed wire and without hesitation thrusts her hand into the metal barbs for it.
	* Elise	clenches her jaw and winces at the all to familiar and exciting pain as she pulls her hand back with her prize, her hand laced with brilliant jagged red marks where the metal sawed into her flesh, blood trickling out from the cuts.
	<Elise>	Though by the time she has he hand back out the injuries have began to fade.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The rat crouches and springs at the nearest, smallest target. Poor little Mary who tried to wrap her arms (and teeth) around the thing. It lashes out at her with its wicked claws.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The rat slashes down Mary's arm, leaving a trail of bloody marks and a ragged tear in her clothes.
	* Mary	hiss and shriek as the scent of blood and viscera flood their nose.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Jim Cohn's features shudder and change as he focuses on the rat, trying to force it to fear the group...but to no effect at all. It bristles angrily.
	<Leonide>	Leonide uses the opening made by Mary to tower over the rat, tilting her plank in such a way to starting hitting again, her face cold with anger.
	<Leonide>	Another fearsome crash as she hits it... the plank may not be able to last...
	* Mary	stand in a daze, their minds taken back to the land of blood and stones and smoke leaden with the fat of damned children. The exhalation of blood from their near-friend's plank snaps their feral mind in that direction and they lunge at it, fangs bared, hands like hooks!
	* Mary	grab the sickening creature by its filthy fur and dig their hands in, grabbing fists of skin in a deathgrip!
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The hedgerat squeals and writhes, terror briefly lighting up in its beady black eyes.
	* Elise	looks down at the small red cuts on her right hand before glacing back up at the rat thing, clenching her hand around the rope. "I want to share this pain-" the rope bristles and thorns begin to sprout out of it.
	* Elise	recalls the countless times she has been whipped, "...this time i'll be the one delivering it..." Elise murmurs as she lashes out the thorny rope at the rat.
	<Elise>	The ropes slaps against the hide of the beast, the thorns lashing into the beasts hide through its mangey fur.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Writhing madly after the lash, the rat makes a desperate bid to break free of Mary's grip. But her stubby fingers remain latched in its scabrous fur. It can't get away without losing its hide!
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Jim Cohn notices right away the rat's not going anywhere. He simply takes the four steps forward he needs...and kicks the rat solidly in the ribs. It squeals in pain, eyes rolling in its almost human face, tail whipping dirt off the concrete.
	<Leonide>	She has a small grin as she lifts the plank one last time, and sets the plank on its face before viciously smashing her foot into the hedgerat's face with the weight of stone backing up her anger.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	The rat's writing and squealing stops after that first stomp. A thick, black ichor...blood?...starts leaking from under the board.
	* Leonide	isn't going to stop until the board won't go any lower.
	* Elise	watches with grim fascination.
	* Mary	wrench their jaw open as they push the rat into the floor and lunge down savagely, oblivious to the pounding of the other's foot. Their teeth sink in to its dirty flesh, they feel its wiry bristling hair jut into their gums, and the dirty ichor doesn't taste like sewage. It tastes like love, and lust, and hunger, and the thrill of tearing something apart in the worst ways.
	<Leonide>	Leonide's survival instinct gets her foot out of the way in time, at least.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	That rat tries to squeal again, but the sound is wet and filled with blood. Feeble and weak, it lunges inward, as if it could bite Mary, but it can't reach with its weakly gnashing fangs.
	* Mary	tear away with its flesh dangling from their teeth and glares at it, watching it die as they gnash its bloody outers.
	* Mary	open their jaw wide, releasing a soft exhalation from the back of their throat as a rivulet of blood runs out from between two ruinous fangs to patter on the dirt.
	<Mary>	Their eyes glisten with tears of ecstacy.
	* Leonide	doesn't bother picking up the plank.
	* Elise	stares with her eyes wide, she's seen many ways of torture but nothing quite like this before.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	Before Mary can fully tear into the dead hedgerat, a voice suddenly rings out. "My, that was quite the gruesome sight, eh Mssr. Scabgut?" "Oh, quite, quite Mssr. Spindleshank. A rather bloody way to make a meal." Down the tunnel, there are two forms, barely illuminated. One short, squat, and bulging. The other tall, gangly, and multi-legged.
	<CaesarStoryteller>	-end-

CaesarSalad>	Last time, on The Phoenix Cycle, our intrepid heroes plumbed the depths of the Hedge in the steam tunnels underneath the campus. Pressing onward, they tracked their quarry, but were ambushed by a vicious Hedge Rat.
	<CaesarSalad>	With their combined might, they stomped the rat into the ground and feasted on its blood. Well, at least one of them feasted. And that only lasted long enough for the group to be ambushed once again, this time by two Hobs, Mssrs. Spindleshank and Scabgut.
	<CaesarSalad>	The short, squat hob steps into the small circle of illumination provided by Jim's ensemble. Its eyes glitter like a cat's in the light - no wonder they don't need light of their own. He's bulging, quivering with pouches of fat all over his body, making his otherwise prim and proper attire look disheveled. "Lost, are we?"
	* Mary	flick their head up from the giant rat's blood-splashed fur with a snap.
	<Leonide>	"Not at all," Leonide states with a smile, swinging the bat over her shoulder.
	* Elise	steps back behind Leonide and Mary.
	* Elise	mutters meekly "Mary knows the way."
	* Jim	twitches to attention, as though he had been somewhere else
	* Mary	push their hands into the spiney hairs of the rat-thing and rise to a crouch.
	<Mary>	"Go away," they hiss in a rasping voice, sending a fleck of black ichor out past their lips.
	<CaesarSalad>	"Funny," says the tall and spindly one, stepping closer as well. Even with the low ceiling, he someone seems to loom, peering down with lamp-like eyes above a small, upturned nose. "You seem Lost to me, as if you don't properly belong, isn't that so, Mssr. Scabgut?" "Indeed, Mssr. Spindleshanks," replies the fat one. "Especially if they're being lead by the hungry one, there."
	<Jim>	Go PlAy TrIcKs On SoMeOnE ELSE
	<Leonide>	"Oooh." Leonide grins slightly. "See, there's a thing. Lost has two meanings... Sort of like 'beat it' does too."
	* Mary	wipe their mouth on a dirty sleeve and stand up, casting their eyes around the gloom of the pipes and barbed wire for anyone else slithering up to them.
	* Jim	's face twitches out for a moment
	<CaesarSalad>	"Tricks?" says Spindleshanks, its many legs shifting about. "You've hardly given us a reason to trick you. On a night like this, certain rules have to be followed." "Ancient rules, rituals really. The rites of request and exchange..."
	<Leonide>	"Unfortunately, there's no Autumn Lost here." She tilts her head. "We are seeking a second Lost."
	* Jim	shifts until he resembles a patchwork clown of makeup and bleeding flesh
	* Mary	bare their teeth and snort, drawing in air and smelling for traces of the TV smell they've been following on the two horrid newcomers. Not too close, though. Their heart rate is up as brief flashes of being dragged off by two similar monsters starts to come back.
	<Jim>	LEave US Be, THINGS
	* Elise	nods emphatically
	<CaesarSalad>	"Ahh, so you are looking for a handout, is that it? There's a proper manner for these things" whispers Scabgut to Leonide, tugging at his frock self-importantly. Then Spindleshanks pokes at his compatriot's shoulder to direct his attention to Jim. "Oooh, look at that! He tried to trick us already..."
	* Mary	snorts again.
	<Leonide>	"Not a handout, simply your presence out of the way." Her face is deadpan.
	<Leonide>	"The only trick I have is the same one I did to a bag of bones, and it wasn't pretty."
	* Elise	looks confused, "thats not a trick, he does that all the time."
	* Mary	grunt and glower at them with red eyes and blood-smeared face. "You're in our way. The smell is going away."
	<CaesarSalad>	Scabgut rolls his glittering little eyes and grins at the taller hob. "Thick ones, aren't they? Oh well, guess we could be on our way, Mssr. Spindleshanks." "True, true. Even if we might have had something of interest to a motley little band like theirs. Never get a treat, if you don't ask properly, though."
	<Leonide>	"We are sorry for our rudeness, but we really would like to get going."
	<Leonide>	"Unless you want Mary to make one of you disappear, but that may not be a good idea."
	* Mary	continue to glare at them sullenly.
	<CaesarSalad>	"Oh, that's right doubtful," intones Scabgut, waddling off they way he came. The long legged, many-limbed Spindleshanks lingers, eying the rat on the on the ground. "Were you...planning on finishing that?"
	* Leonide	goes to pick up the leftovers and gives it to Spindleshanks.
	<Leonide>	"As I said before, we are in a hurry." She bows. "Farewell and sorry. Perhaps another time."
	<CaesarSalad>	He bends down lower and grabs the carcass in his tiny little arms. "Well, your loss, our gain. Couldn't turn out better, mmm?" And he lopes off as well.
	* Jim	mutters something. "...Goblins...can't trust them...never what they appear
	<Leonide>	She shrugs.
	<Leonide>	"Let's get this over with."
	* Mary	's head start to drift in the direction of the trailing blood spatter, before jerking with a start and snorting the air for the tangy smell that brought them down here.
	<Mary>	"We bit a goblin once."
	* Jim	unconciously releases the face
	<Elise>	"I saw some Goblins once when my old M-..." Elise stops abruptly her face tensing up in fear.
	* Leonide	pats Elise's arm gently.
	<Leonide>	"Just call it 'That Motherfucker' or something like that."
	* Jim	says, in a rare moment of lucidity "We all have bad memories..."
	* Elise	just shakes her head softly.
	* Mary	grunt something that sounds like 'butcher' and drag a dirty, sticky-red hand along the wall, avoiding the thorns and barbed wire.
	<Leonide>	"I didn't have memories of that." She shook her head. "I didn't even know it happened until it was over."
	* Mary	snort and hold perfectly still for a moment, head tilted quizically. They turn with a start and briefly embrace Elise with both hands. "You smell like afraid," they hiss before pushing away and rapidly shuffling down the hall away from the vanished hobs.
	* Elise	nods at Mary and brings her hand to her mouth and begins to suck on one of the larger lacerations on her hand.
	* Mary	raise their face to the low cloying ceiling and snort again, as their shuffling feet scuff dust around them.
	<Mary>	The footsteps lighten until Mary's feet are silently plodding, and the dim footsteps vanish completely.
	<CaesarSalad>	Mary leads you further and further down the tunnel, though it's as if her feet aren't even touching the floor. It's getting harder to even tell where she's walking.
	<Leonide>	Leonide is still keeping up the rear at this point.
	* Elise	stays close to Leonide.
	<CaesarSalad>	The trail comes to an abrupt halt, a sudden dead end. Nothing more that a blank, brick wall framed by the matte-gray barbs of the metal thorns lining this part of the hedge. No doubt it sends Mary into a fit of confusion, because the smell goes here. Right here. It doesn't go anywhere else! As you mill about, Jim...Leonide...you catch something off in the darkness the way you came, hugging...
	<CaesarSalad>	...against the wall. Glittering eyes, like a cat, stalking you.
	<Leonide>	Leonide turns around and NAILS it with her improvised weapon.
	* Mary	stop with their nose an inch from a spike of rusty barbed wire and snort angrily.
	* Jim	bristles slightly
	<CaesarSalad>	Leonide, your weapon CLATTERS against the ground. But the eyes...far off in the distance...pause for a moment. Then saunter closer.
	<Leonide>	She waits quietly, staring right back.
	* Mary	pound their fists angrily into bare spots on the wall and grimace, red-faced from exertion. At the sound of the baseball bat landing they turn back where the others should be.
	<Leonide>	Still waiting.
	<CaesarSalad>	Nearer...nearer still, the eyes bob at about headlevel, close to the walls, glowing in the reflected, dim light. And then...
	<CaesarSalad>	A slate gray tabby-cat slinks down one of the pipes on the wall, staring intently at all of you. It hops down to the ground, nimble as you please.
	<Leonide>	"What's new, pussy cat?"
	* Elise	stares at the cat tensely from behind Leonide.
	* Jim	looks at the cat suspiciously
	<CaesarSalad>	The cat slinks up, threading its way through your legs, tail held high and jaunty. It passes through the group, to the bare blank wall, and then turns and sits on its haunches. "I hate that joke," the tabby says, in a pleasant, deep voice.
	* Elise	moves away from the cat as it passes by her.
	<Jim>	shifts to be catlike
	<Leonide>	"I get tired of statue jokes too." She smiles.
	<Jim>	GOBl...in...?
	<Mary>	"Where's the centipede-man?" Mary ask dourly to no one in particular.
	<Elise>	"What-whats going on?"
	<Leonide>	"Since you want to avoid the joke, care to say a name we can call you by?"
	* Jim	is a suspicious lolcatman
	<CaesarSalad>	"I'm no more a goblin than you," he replies to Jin, turning an appraising eye to the feline-esque features. "I simply try to keep the rodent population down around these parts, so I felt I owed you all a note of thanks." The tabby lifts a little paw and licks it, rubbing it across his ears once. "Call me what you will, I've little need for a name of my own."
	<CaesarSalad>	Then the feline turns its gaze on Mary. "Centipede-man? Oh, he's no longer around. He used the door."
	<Leonide>	"Then Knight, I suppose will do." She looks a little annoyed after the cat tells what he knows.
	* Mary	grunt and sniff the direction of the cat. "We don't see a door. And you're a cat."
	<Jim>	IS THat sHApe your own?
	<Leonide>	"Mary, it means a door has to be made, I think."
	* Mary	turn around and rap the wall again.
	<Mary>	"We could make a door," they mutter quietly.
	<Elise>	"Did someone take your name?" Elise asks the cat as Mary serches the wall.
	* Jim	looks hard at the wall
	<CaesarSalad>	"And you're covered in rat blood," he replies to Mary, "And woefully ill-equipped for exploration. You don't even know the ways in or out." The cat preens himself again, taking care with the little 'M' shape on his forehead. "Knight, I like that. And no, like I said, what need do I have for a name? Useless baggage..."
	* Elise	frowns at the last comment.
	<CaesarSalad>	"If you have a name, can't it be used against you?" the cat asks Elise.
	* Elise	ponders for a moment.
	<CaesarSalad>	On the floor Mary, Elise, Leonide...there's a single, broken piece of chalk almost hidden in the shadows in a corner.
	<CaesarSalad>	And on the wall, a faint, dusty outline.
	* Mary	rap another dirty fist on the wall, harder this time.
	<Leonide>	Leonide picks it up. "I knew it."
	<Mary>	"Hey!"
	<Leonide>	"Hm?"
	* Mary	push some wire and branches away from the wall.
	* Elise	's attention is broken away from the question when she sees the outline in the wall.
	<Mary>	"Like Beetlejuice," Mary grunt.
	<Leonide>	"A knight is a good piece in my favorite game." She smiled. "Thank you for the time, Knight. Perhaps we'll see each other game."
	<CaesarSalad>	"Perhaps," he intones. A smirk in his voice, if not in his face.
	<Leonide>	She goes to the wall and traces the outline.
	<CaesarSalad>	You trace the rough outline of a door and...nothing happens.
	* Mary	smack the palms of their fists into the door.
	<Leonide>	"Do any of us know Dream?"
	* Elise	stares quizizcally at the wall.
	<Elise>	"Dream?"
	<Mary>	"Whaddyou mean?"
	<Leonide>	"It's a Contract."
	* Mary	mutter "You gotta draw a doorknob, Leonide."
	* Mary	tug on Leonide's sleeve.
	<Leonide>	She does so.
	<Leonide>	"I hear, I hear."
	<Jim>	...OPen SESame...?
	<CaesarSalad>	The cat...Knight...laughs - as much as a cat can - when the door still fails to open. His tail taps against the ground.
	* Mary	glower at the cat. "Don't laugh at us."
	* Elise	turns back toward the cat, "Does... Knight know how to open the door?"
	<CaesarSalad>	"It's not a *magic* door. Not until you...invest yourselves and make it one."
	<Leonide>	"Hey, if you knew something and they didn't.... Oh."
	<Leonide>	"I can't do it, I'm running low."
	* Mary	stare dimly from Leonide to the cat, uncomprehending of everything they're saying.
	* Elise	thinks for a moment.
	<Jim>	...I'll do it
	* Elise	walks up the door and places her hand on it.
	* Jim	bites his finger, presses it against the door, and concentrates
	* Mary	cross their arms and watch.
	* Elise	backs off when Jim approaches.
	<CaesarSalad>	The wall shudders and the barbed wire seems to curl back out of the way. A shower of dust rains on Jim as the bricks shift, mortar giving way to a yawning portal. You can hear the sounds of traffic. "Better," says the cat.
	<Elise>	"This is a... strange door..."
	* Mary	give the cat a half-scowl, exposing a slight gleam of jagged fang.
	* Elise	begins to nurse on her injured hand again.
	<Leonide>	"Farewell, Knight."
	* Elise	nods farewell to the cat.
	<Leonide>	"I may come hunting sometime for the sake of practice too." She grins as she heads out of the Thorns.
	<CaesarSalad>	"It's a strange place," Knight replies to Elise, and begins to saunter back down the tunnel. "Farewell." And then, a few feet away, the tabby stops, and turns...fixing his eyes on Jim. "One moment."
	* Jim	is... Wary
	<CaesarSalad>	The cat's tail flicks at the dust. "He wants to kill you, you know," he says, looking right at the still cat-like Jim. "You especially, but...all of you, in the end."
	* Jim	turns sheet white
	* Jim	whispers "...the clown of raw flesh...?"
	* Elise	shivers, "Who?"
	<Leonide>	She seems unsurprised. "Meh, if I die, that just means I'll get to fight Earlier than I thought."
	* Jim	is downright featureless
	* Elise	moves over to Jim, "Whats wrong? Who is Knight talking about?"
	<CaesarSalad>	At that question, the cat only grins. Its eyes glitter in the dark once more. Then he continues, as if ignoring Jim, now. "As to the one you were following, I doubt you'll be able to pick up his trail from this place but...well...when the wayward children returned to the city, so did the market. Maybe you can find what you're looking for there?"
	<CaesarSalad>	And with that, he slinks off.
	<Leonide>	She sighs, shaking her head.
	* Jim	walks through the door, oblivious to his surroundings and his companions
	* Mary	pulls on Leonide's sleeve again. "What market?" they whisper.
	<Leonide>	"The goblin market."
	<Leonide>	"I'd think."
	<Elise>	"Whats a goblin market?"
	<Leonide>	"A place Changelings and hobgoblins and other things buy and sell."
	<CaesarSalad>	There's a brief moment of darkness...transition...and then the far-off sounds of traffic suddenly coalesce as you all exit through a rusty gate between two buildings.
	<Leonide>	"But right now... we should think about eating, don't you?"
	* Elise	still shaken from the cat's comments, "what kind of things?"
	<Leonide>	"All sorts."
	<CaesarSalad>	Elise is too concerned with the markets to notice, but the rest of the group picks it up rather quickly. It's daylight, which probably means it's November 1st. And you're on the far North side of Chicago, a good hour on bus and train back to the campus.
<CaesarStoryteller>	-end-