The FATED #florajojo 4/2/2017

DiscoDude: **---BEGIN SESSION---**
DiscoDude: **Session logging commenced**
DetectiveCaillou|GM: When we last left off, Tinncev was waiting for Alias's help in moving Jude, a suspected recruiter for the Pawe Family, a notorious group within the underbelly of Mew York. Alias is a bit preoccupied, however, with a fatally stoned Pirrue. Where does he end up taking her?
Alias: Back to his apartment, of course, the only other logical option would be *her* apartment.
But...
Alias: That would mean walking in... Meeting her parents... While haveing a woefully stoned Pirrue over the shoulder
DetectiveCaillou|GM: When Pirrue wakes up, things are still hazy. She doesn't recognize whose apartment she's in, but she *does* recognize that she's in an apartment, so that's already an improvement. Meanwhile, Alias is en-route to Tinncev's location.
Pirrue: "Ugh."
Alias: (*Whispering to the GM*)
Pirrue: "Where the crap am I. What the crap just happened." She coughs, and recollections - many of them tinged with images of midgets in blue shirts and strange gray-skinned people with elephant feet - flood back into her mind. "Oh god. I wouldn've bet money that wouldn't have worked..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (?)
Pirrue: _looks around for any clue where she actually is right now._
Alias: Pirrue probably would wake up in the couch, and looking around, you can see a rather cheap... TV?
Alias: There's also some strange smell... Oh
Alias: It's spilled booze in the couch
Alias: old stuff
Pirrue: It doesn't take long for her to put two and two together. "That *sonofa...*"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: *ding dong*
DetectiveCaillou|GM: The sound of a staticky doorbell can be heard from the front of the place.
Pirrue: "Fffffff..."
Pirrue: _tiptoes to the door and tries to look through the peephole, if there is one._
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Meanwhile, Tinncev has just knocked out Jude for the third time when he sees Alias arrive at the cafe. Does he know where they are?
Alias: (I am not sure if Alias knows enough details?)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: Through a mild fishbowl distortion, a Rock Candies in practical, yet attractive dress stands expectantly, pencil in one hand and pad in the other. They (she?) seem to be idly chewing on the eraser. There also seems to be a recording device clipped onto her(?) blouse.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (What did <@!Tinncev> tell him?)
Pirrue: "Ugh. I don't *need* this right now..." Pirrue looks around to try and find an alternative exit.
Alias: <@!Pirrue> , if Pirrue has been observant enough... She might have seen a note on top of the table.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: The windows are all covered in bars, which seems odd, considering she could see a fire escape on the other side.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Oh, you meant I should tell her there's a note!)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (I thought you were telling me to visualize a note you were passing me. XD)
Alias: (No, XD)
Pirrue: _frowns when she glances at the table, then picks up the note and reads it. She has a distinct feeling she's not going to like what it has to say._
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Whoever decided to outfit the building's windows like that was an idiot, BTW. XD)
Pirrue: (Pirrue's ready to strangle 'em, at any rate. She does *not* want to talk to that reporter.)
Tinncev: (ayyy)
Tinncev: (Sorry I had to brb, now I'm back)
Tinncev: (Oh right, Tinncev would have told Alias about where to find him)
Alias: "Sorry about leaving you locked in, sunshine, but Alias here got stuff to do. Got a call from Tinncev, Y'know?
By the way, don't ever take drugs again, you are so lightweight that 'getting high' for you seems to be equivalent of 'losing touch with reality.'.
Anyways, I kept the door locked because... Thiefs, Y'know? But the spare keys are under the pillow, if you are feeling well enough to leave.
I didn't bring you to your apartment because... Y'know, you was high as a kite, and your parents would not have liked.
Also, don't tell your mum I got you high, please.
Anyways as soon as I am back from the cafe, we should all be together again.

p.s. Don't accept solicitors.
*Alias F.*"

The writting seems to be hasty, thanks to its disconjoined style... But the caligraphy is quite astounding
Alias: (Also, I kinda pulled this note on the fly, sorry about this)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: *ding dong*
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (But how specific was he?)
Pirrue: "Ugggg*hhhhhh.*" Making as little noise as possible, Pirrue pockets the spare keys and throws herself under the bed.
Pirrue: Maybe if she hides for a little while the reporter will go away, and she can leave and find her way to wherever the hell Alias went without her.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: *ding dong ding dong*
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (<@!Tinncev>?)
Pirrue: _is well aware it's probably disgusting and she doesn't even want to imagine what she's going to come out from under there covered in. But she does *not* want to answer questions._
DetectiveCaillou|GM: *ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong knock knock knock knock*
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Screw it, <@!Alias>; assume he was specific enough.)
Alias: (Okay, I am there)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Tinncev: After looking around a bit and shooing off the hostess, Alias finally enters the alleyway.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: *dingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdongdingdong*
Alias: "Yo, <@!Tinncev> , my dude, I got your back, what's the plan, yo?" Alias says, approaching Tinncev
Pirrue: _bites down on her forearm to stifle the "gahhhhhhhh!" as the ringing turns obnoxious._
Alias: (Reporters, man, You know of their dark tactics. I don't think you can win XD)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: "Hello? Mister Foster? I want to talk to you about last night?"
Tinncev: "We need to interogate her for...information about these stands."
Alias: "Okay...? So, where are we taking her?" Alias asks, crossing his arms
Pirrue: _plugs her ears and wracks her brain for an idea._
Tinncev: "...I haven't thought that out..."
Alias: "... Oh..." Alias says, resting a hand on his own face "Well, Pirrue is at my apartment... I *suppose* we could take her there... But *how*?"
Pirrue: _feels through the dust under the bed for something...small. Something solid. Something her Stand can use..._
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Going straight to Defcon 2, eh Pirrue? XD)
Pirrue: (not attacking)
Pirrue: (i'm gonna try and make a distraction)
Alias: (Pirrue *might* finde a lost folding knife, or folding corkscrew?)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Roll clever.)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (But how hard do you plan on trying to avoid this? XD)
Pirrue: !roll 4dF+3
DiscoDude: <@Pirrue> rolled 4dF+3 for 0 [4dF = [-][-][ ][-]]
Pirrue: (oof.)
Alias: (I mean, it seems it is not for her-)
Alias: (Pfffff)
Pirrue: (okay)
Pirrue: (gonna spend a FATE Point on Satchel Full of Stuff)
Pirrue: (i presume I still have *that*, right?)
Alias: (Alias is not a petty thief- well, at least not towards Pirrue)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Alright.)
Pirrue: !roll 4dF+3
DiscoDude: <@Pirrue> rolled 4dF+3 for 3 [4dF = [-][ ][ ][+]]
Pirrue: (whoo!)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue finds a [Steak Knife][!].
Pirrue: "Jeez. A little overkill but..."
Alias: (Meanwhile, Alias was looking for that for weeks)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Tinncev? I thought the plan was to take her to your place?)
Tinncev: (He's having seconds thoughts)
Pirrue: She's not sure if this will work, but she's going to try and summon a piece of Toys in the Attic, just like what happened with Pepper.
Alias: (Flashback to three weeks ago, when Alias dropped it, and then proceeded to *accidentally* kick it around, until he lost track of it.)
Pirrue: The plan is to slip through the window, crawl around the outside of the building and reach the hallway outside the long way...
Pirrue: ...and then make some kind of racket to distract the reporter long enough that she can make an exit.
Pirrue: She *really* hopes no one will get the wrong idea seeing a little metal man that's part steak knife trying to sneak around.
Alias: "Do you have a car, <@!Tinncev> ?"
Alias: "Do you know someone who haves one? Or... I don't know, we can just take one of your coats off, and make a makeshift bag for her..."
Tinncev: "Yes but it's pretty beat up..."
Alias: "The car, or the coat?"
Tinncev: "The car."
Alias: "It can't be that bad."
Tinncev: ( Tinncev's car is at how many stress? )
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Its [1] Box is ticked. It has a total of 5 stress and two consequences.)
Alias: (how much can it still take? XD)
Alias: (Only the [1] box? That's not beat up at all :P)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Yeah, but I'm ruling that vehicle stress doesn't just go away.)
Alias: (Ah, that makes sense)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Pirrue, is that really the plan you're going with?)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: "Maybe I'll head to that Pirrue girl's place next..."
Tinncev: (Okay, I am now back to the laptop)
Tinncev: (I was eating dinner)
Pirrue: _'s ears prick up._
Pirrue: She waits for the reporter's footsteps to fade, then makes her exit.
Pirrue: With luck, she can find her way home before the reporter finds it.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: "Oh, hi! Figured that would work!"
Pirrue: "Ghhhhhhh..."
Pirrue: _turns to look at the reporter._
Pirrue: There is a rictus of absolute embarrassment on her face.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "But... Oh! Didn't expect to find you *here*, miss... Sorry, I didn't bother checking to see if you had a last name." A nazaly connotation in her voice suggested that she was born male. "Do you mind if I asked you a few questions about last night?"
Pirrue: "Tedeschi. Pirrue Tedeschi," she says, resignation seeping into her features. "You're talking about *this,* right?" She pulls down the edge of an outsize scarf to show off the stitched-up scar across her neck.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Er... Yeah! Can we take this inside?" She beckoned at the door.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (What was the last thing in the Alias/Tinncev convo?)
Alias: (We are trying to get away with kidnapping, using <@!Tinncev> 's car)
Alias: (And it is *not* that beat up)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (And now...?)
Pirrue: "...Sure." It's not her house but reflex kicks in and she gestures at the door.
Alias: (Waiting on <@!Tinncev> 's side)
Alias: "Okay, c'mon,  is the car close? I'll watch her if you need to bring the car over."
Alias: "Just part near here, then I'll watch the streets so we can drag her to the car."
Alias: "Easy peasy lemon squeezy."
Tinncev: (Yeah probably)
Alias: "So, get to it?" Alias says, crossing his arms while he looks over to <@!Tinncev>
Tinncev: (op whoops)
Tinncev: (I'm sorta preoccupied, family issues again =n=)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: "Alright..." The reporter sits down at the counter of the mini kitchen. "First, I should introduce myself - only fair, after all. I'm Martyn Schwartz, reporter for the Daily Meow and solo writer for the news blog Undercover! Surprised?"
Pirrue: _looks over all the obvious signs she's a reporter._
Pirrue: "Yeah. Really surprised," she says.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Whoop. Guess that didn't convey the semi-famousness, huh?)
Pirrue: (nope)
Pirrue: (at any rate Pirrue has probably only the faintest familiarity with the name XD)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: Pirrue: "Casual, I like that. Anyways..." She clicks on the recording device. "I want to ask you some questions about last night. Is that alright?"
Pirrue: "Go ahead," Pirrue says, a "I don't have much choice about this, do I?" smile on her face.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Now, what are the events of the theft, as you understand them?"
Pirrue: (she didn't say that)
Pirrue: (she just had an expression that said that)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (<@!Tinncev>: Let us know when you're ready.)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Oh, whoop. XD)
Alias: (Begrudgingly, would have been a good word?)
Pirrue: (yes)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Well?)
Pirrue: "Well." She takes a deep breath, even though she's *reasonably* certain now she doesn't need to (but the incident with the pipe has put some doubt in her mind).
Pirrue: "I was putting the finishing touches on my masterpiece when some assh - ahem, *the perpetrator* snuck up behind me and...did *this.*" She indicates her neck again.
Pirrue: "When I woke up, my piece was gone, and, well..."
Pirrue: She shudders. She's doing everything she can to *not think about it.*
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Huh... Is there anything you can tell me about the perpetrator?"
Pirrue: _crosses her arms._
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (BRB: Bathroom.)
Pirrue: "Bastard's in jail now. Pepper...something. He attacked me in my home. *In my own home.* If it wasn't for Alias and Tinncev I..." She pauses, realizing she's said one more name than she intended to.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Back.)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Yeah, Tinncev's on my list already, too. Got a good source, see? Anywho... I've heard about this piece of yours, but... what *is it*, exactly?"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (<@!Tinncev>?)
Pirrue: "Well..." She wraps her arms around herself. "It's...hard to describe, exactly."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "You can try, right?"
Pirrue: "It's...well, it's a clockwork device. And...kind of a sculpture?" She grabs Alias's note, flips it over, and tries sketching out a picture on the back of it.
Pirrue: "It started with something in an old book I found. A description of a clockwork box..." She draws the device in its inactive state, elaborate keyhole on the front.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (<@!Tinncev>, is this a bad time? It's getting late for <@!Alias>, too. Would you two like to drop out for tonight, and we can do your half of the session tomorrow?)
Alias: (Might be a good call)
Pirrue: "It was really complicated, but the way I understood it, it could...form shapes depending on how it was built, and the kind of key you put in it."
Pirrue: "I thought it was way beyond my grasp at first, but then I started tinkering..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (The device was actually done by instruction.)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Or not. Your choice.)
Alias: (Could be like... Something made while using a guide, that took a 'life of its own')
Pirrue: "I showed off what I'd done to a few people. Close friends. People my parents knew. It wasn't quite what the book described - not yet - but it was a start."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (By instruction, I mean Lord Strawberg's.)
Alias: (AH!)
Pirrue: "Then my parents told me someone was interested to see what I could do if I had...more funding. More instruction."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (And yeah, this right here is what I had in mind if you kept the "I found the design" approach.)
Pirrue: She closes her eyes and thinks, then begins drawing another picture. "Mr. Strawberg gave me...everything I could've wanted. The materials. The workspace. The designs."
Pirrue: "I completed the box. I even made this key here." She pulls it out from under her top; it's on a fine chain around her neck. "When you insert the key into the box and turn it, it turns into...well, a sculpture, like I told you. 'The World in Miniature.' It's based off a painting I once saw showing an old-fashioned conception of Topside and Hellside together."
Pirrue: She looks at the key, its myriad tines glinting in the light.
Pirrue: "It's funny they took the box but not the key. If you wanna get technical, *this* is the artwork. The box is just...well, it's just a machine, I guess?"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "I see. Maybe they didn't know?" Martyn jots something down. "How would you describe this Strawberg?" She suddenly donned a grim look.
Pirrue: "As a person? Well...he was...*nice.* He was really interested in my work. Called me 'little genius,'" she says in a way that makes it clear she liked "genius" but not "little."
Pirrue: "I don't know all the particulars, but...I'm pretty sure he was the one who pulled the strings to get The World in Miniature shown at the gallery?"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Mm..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "... How would you react, if I told you they found him dead this morning?"
Pirrue: _feels her heart race. Then she realizes it shouldn't be possible, and her heart races even faster._
Pirrue: "N...no. That's not...there has to be some kind of mistake," Pirrue says.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Sorry... It's really weird, too. At first, I thought it must've been a prank from our dirt-scoopers. I mean, supposedly, he didn't have a face..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: She pauses.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "And I don't mean it was chewed up or blasted off or cut out or anything... I mean just *gone*; like he was born without one."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "And the other weird thing... is that his body is supposedly several weeks old. You see why I didn't believe it at first?"
Pirrue: "That's...what? That's...that's not...possible. I know I...saw him...?"
Pirrue: Her tone of voice becomes less and less certain with every word.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Tell me... What *do* you think, after hearing that?"
Pirrue: She shuts her eyes for a moment. At first it looks like she's going to cry.
Pirrue: Then a switch flips.
Pirrue: ***"...ARE YOU BULLSHITTING ME?!?"***
Pirrue: She rises up from her chair with enough force to throw it backwards.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Wha- No, no I'm not bullshitting you! You think I would lie about this?"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Tell me, what do I have to gain by making this up?"
Pirrue: "You think you can come to me with a *bizarre* story about a faceless dead man I saw walking around not 24 hours ago, just as alive as - " She catches herself before she can finish the sentence. She's not sure *what* to believe on that front anymore. She's at the very least certain Mr. Strawberg didn't have a drop of necropossum in him, and even if he did, it wouldn't explain the facelessness.
Pirrue: She looks down, her fist clenched.
Pirrue: She rubs the spot where the arrow pierced her - she's sure that's what it was now.
Pirrue: She's seen things this past day.
Pirrue: (hang on)
Pirrue: Things that transcend the word "bizarre."
Pirrue: "This must be..."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Forgot for a second that she learned about the arrow last time. XD)
Pirrue: "...the work of a *Stand,*" she mutters under her breath.
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "... Excuse me?"
Pirrue: Finally she composes herself. "I believe you," she says, her voice devoid of emotion. "Every last word. And while I'd like to say 'it surprises me,' I can't say anything would surprise me anymore."
Pirrue: She's certain by now her heart is *beating.*
Pirrue: "I'll answer any questions you might have. Just tell me...everything you know about Mr. Strawberg's death."
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Oh, um... Well, if what I got on this was accurate, a maid found him in a closet early this morning. Both her and the police are pretty confused by the date of death, too, considering she saw him greeting and entertaining a guest not one hour ago, and as far as she could tell, they were still exchanging stories in the parlor. After calling the authorities, she went to see if they were still there. They weren't. She was the only person left in the house."
Pirrue: _clenches her fists tighter._
Pirrue: "I have an enemy," she thinks. "One who can steal faces."
Pirrue: "Where's the address?" Pirrue barks. She's realizing now there's a *lot* she doesn't know about Mr. Strawberg. His place of residence is the most important thing at present.
Pirrue: (you mean "one hour before *now,*" or "one hour before the body was found," BTW?)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: "Oh, he was staying at a hotel. I forget which one. But I *have* identified the guy who was visiting him based on tertiary accounts. One stage actor by the name of Gambino. I think he's rehearsing at the Abbey Road Theatre right about now." Something seems to cross her mind. "Oh, but you have plenty of time, and I still need some bits for the article still."
Pirrue: "You want a story? *Come on.*" She bolts for the door. "You haven't *seen* 'bizarre' yet!"
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Last line? XD)
Pirrue: (cool with that :3)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: (Then let us...)
DetectiveCaillou|GM: !end