[2015-12-13 13:05:07] <Wildbow> The landlord lurks in the entryway of the apartment, as you inspect the surroundings.  The apartment is serviceable, three and a half rooms, admittedly with a small bathroom, but it's clean, and it's set at a corner, with windows giving a somewhat unremarkable view of ongoing construction, a pharmacy across the street, and some trees.  The landlord is a young woman, younger than thirty, and...
[2015-12-13 13:05:08] <Wildbow> ...pretty in a knee-length dress with a flower pattern and a cardigan, though she seems shy or reserved.
[2015-12-13 13:06:07] <Wildbow> She fidgets somewhat as you look over the apartment you arranged online, turning the keen eyes that helped you be an investigator and a burglar to the task of identifying any imminent issues.
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[2015-12-13 13:06:20] <Wildbow> "Is it alright?" she asks, in French.
[2015-12-13 13:06:21] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 13:07:55] * Shemetz is now known as Shem|Archival
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[2015-12-13 13:10:21] <Shem|Archival> "Yes, I like that. I assume everything is already installed? Electricity, internet, water?"
[2015-12-13 13:10:32] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 13:11:38] <Wildbow> "Of course, yes.  The construction out there did cut the phone lines, last week, but it was a quick fix.  There have been no other problems," she says.  She seems glad you like the place.
[2015-12-13 13:11:40] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 13:13:42] <Shem|Archival> I nod once, enter, and close the door.
[2015-12-13 13:14:58] <Shem|Archival> I approach the computer and turn it on, inspecting the rest of the apartment meanwhile. Checking if anything looks out of the ordinary.
[2015-12-13 13:15:09] <Wildbow> ((Enter?  You were doing a walk-through, checking the interior))
[2015-12-13 13:15:30] <Shem|Archival> ((Thought we were in the entryway, sorry.))
[2015-12-13 13:18:17] <Shem|Archival> I set up the computer, transferring my documents and the like. While it's working, I'll attempt to use my power on the room I'm in, looking for anything interesting.
[2015-12-13 13:18:18] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 13:21:01] <Wildbow> As the hard drive whirrs, you close your eyes, focusing your power.  Your mind's eye opens, and you see the room in an entirely new way, at first like a bird's eye view, looking down from the ceiling, then from the sides, then the floor, and every angle.  The surfaces and surroundings seem to take on an exaggerated sharpness, every bump in the paint highlighted five times over.
[2015-12-13 13:21:44] <Wildbow> You see it as it was in the past, over days, weeks, and months, the movement of the sunlight across the floor, the shadows of nighttime and where the sunlight doesn't reach,e xaggerated.
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[2015-12-13 13:24:06] <Wildbow> And, wispy, ill-defined, you see the figures of previous tenants, home between nine at night and seven in the morning, eating, sleeping, talking, cooking.  They were messy, they smoked, and smoked weed, and they drank, and they fucked on the regular.  You can see the arguments over financial matters, the frustration, on faces that are distorted, like pictures taken a half-second apart from...
[2015-12-13 13:24:07] <Wildbow> ...one another, the features stretched from one image to the next, mouths yawning, expressions contorting, ghostly caricatures of people.
[2015-12-13 13:24:54] <Wildbow> And you see the landlady, moving through the space over the weeks prior, at first to clean and paint, then to stop in the apartment every day, around the same time, wiping the windowsill where water leaked through the window.
[2015-12-13 13:25:41] <Wildbow> It's clean, with a bit of water damage in the bathroom by the foot of the tub, and a spider web the landlady's dusting missed in the top shelf of the linen cupboard.
[2015-12-13 13:25:44] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 13:30:28] <Shem|Archival> Good. Nothing out of the ordinary, and not a place anyone would take interest in. Landlady seems like a decent person, and it's good that she is consistent. Wouldn't want her to barge in while I'm busy.
[2015-12-13 13:32:46] <Shem|Archival> I open the browser, and begin searching the web for the basic information about the suits I've heard about. They sound appealing, and useful.
[2015-12-13 13:33:12] <Shem|Archival> Would want to know how to get one, and how many there are, first of all.
[2015-12-13 13:33:13] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 13:33:36] <Wildbow> ((Knowledge check, dex check))
[2015-12-13 13:36:21] <Wildbow> The computer is unfamiliar, and it takes you a while to find your way and get all the little bits and bobs installed.  The day gets late and progress is slow - the suits you heard about are popping up here and there, as part of an ongoing crime wave, and there isn't, as far as you can tell, so much as a hint as to where you could go or who you could ask to get one.
[2015-12-13 13:36:24] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 13:38:19] <Shem|Archival> That's disappointing. I shouldn't have even bothered.
[2015-12-13 13:39:09] <Shem|Archival> On the other hand, if there's so little info it might not be such an important thing to get, right now.
[2015-12-13 13:41:39] <Shem|Archival> Next on the list - heros.  I should work far from their base of operations, or the police. Information regarding their powers would be excellent, too, but if everything works out I wouldn't encounter them anyways. I try not to spend too much time searching, this time.
[2015-12-13 13:41:58] <Wildbow> ((Same rolls))
[2015-12-13 13:42:08] <Shem|Archival> ((Looking to know where they are on the map, where I am, and basic info))
[2015-12-13 13:42:09] <Shem|Archival> ||
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[2015-12-13 13:44:49] <Wildbow> The discouragement from the prior searches doesn't help - the searches are slow, broken up by the fact that the heroes here haven't unified, there's mention of a new group, the Suits, but overall, very little to be found but a few mentions of powers on various news articles, which you can't really pull together to figure out any one particular individual.
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[2015-12-13 13:46:32] <Wildbow> Your stomach growls.  It's six in the evening, and you drove for most of the day.  The cupboards are empty, and the moving boxes you have in the back seat of the car have only the food staples that would survive the journey.  You could go shopping for essentials, or stick to a simple, bland dinner and continue searching or preparing.
[2015-12-13 13:46:34] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 13:47:38] <Shem|Archival> Well. I'll have to trust my power when it comes to getting info. I finish setting up my stuff, and prepare to go to sleep. Watching the history of this place, I'm quite content that I have a new mattress.
[2015-12-13 13:48:28] <Shem|Archival> Tomorrow morning looks like a good time to start my work.
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[2015-12-13 13:51:24] <Shem|Archival> I eat quick dinner, and go to sleep early.
[2015-12-13 13:51:25] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 14:01:05] <Wildbow> The meal is entirely underwhelming, but it quells the hunger pangs.  You dig out sheets from a box, and make the bed, before settling in.  Without curtains and other amenities, sleeping at a different temperature and ambient noise than you're used to, at a rather early hour, it could have been a restless night.  You manage, and rise in the morning, more prepared to get to work.
[2015-12-13 14:01:07] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:27:58] <Shem|Archival> Okay. I get up, and go to a nearby cafe, to eat breakfast.
[2015-12-13 14:29:27] <Shem|Archival> My plan is to find an empty house, get in and out without being seen, and take what I can find. Private houses will be easier to find empty, and noise will attract less attention.
[2015-12-13 14:30:21] <Shem|Archival> I shouldn't get too greedy the first time. No stores, or secure places.
[2015-12-13 14:31:44] <Shem|Archival> When I'm done with my coffee, I get back to the apartment and pack my costume and tools into a large bag, also taking extra bags for the loot. I get into the car and start driving around town, looking for suburbs.
[2015-12-13 14:31:47] <Shem|Archival> ||
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[2015-12-13 14:36:06] <Wildbow> The nearest cafe is just a short walk away, and the cold winter climate necessitates a jacket and boots.  Snow is falling, and traffic crawls - one of the two lanes of traffic is taken up with construction work, dug up with machines and workers in heavy winter clothing and orange vests doing what they can in the cold.
[2015-12-13 14:37:16] <Wildbow> The buildings to the far side of the construction are homes, apartment buildings and houses, and the buildings to your right, the cafe included, are businesses, more contemporary than the quainter Lausanne style of some of the downtown areas.
[2015-12-13 14:38:43] <Wildbow> You finish your meal and start back to get your tools, and pause as you see a spot of blood on snow.  You spy the shadows under some branches and above a hedge, where a bird of prey is busy taking apart... another bird of prey, tearing at feathers and flesh and taking its sibling to pieces.
[2015-12-13 14:38:46] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:39:46] <Shem|Archival> That's...interesting. And concerning.
[2015-12-13 14:40:40] <Shem|Archival> Stay away from birds. I'll keep that in mind. ||
[2015-12-13 14:41:37] <Wildbow> With your tools loaded up in the car, you start your drive through the city, looking for possible targets.
[2015-12-13 14:41:46] <Wildbow> ((Roll Street Smarts))
[2015-12-13 14:41:47] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:42:57] <Wildbow> ...
[2015-12-13 14:44:53] <Wildbow> This is more comfortable terrain than the computer business.  You find the higher income area, but not so high income that the homeowners don't have to go to work.  Making your way down the street, you find a good target, a three-story building with tall glass windows, in a very modern style.  There's a patch on the driveway where the snow isn't as high, and tire treads suggest the homeowner...
[2015-12-13 14:44:54] <Wildbow> ...pulled out an hour or two ago.
[2015-12-13 14:44:56] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:45:34] <Shem|Archival> ((Is there a backyard? A fence?))
[2015-12-13 14:46:28] <Wildbow> A narrow alley extends along the right side of the house, leading through a gate to what might be a long backyard, extending perhaps 100' back behind the property.  Fences separate the backyard from the neighboring properties.
[2015-12-13 14:48:01] <Shem|Archival> I turn on my power for a few moments, using it on the house, and then on the backyard behind it. I need to make sure there's nobody home. Dogs, especially, would be problematic. I can't outsmart dogs, and I forgot to bring a convenient piece of steak to lure them away.
[2015-12-13 14:48:04] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 14:49:09] <Wildbow> You feel your power kick in, like the tunnel vision one experiences when they're driving and accelerate rapidly, everything around the edges blurring as your mind's eye opens.
[2015-12-13 14:49:55] <Wildbow> Sound equipment in the basement, with a collection of guitars, a widescreen television with a surround sound system, the individual pieces of equipment blurry where they get used more, moved from place to place.
[2015-12-13 14:51:18] <Wildbow> Further down the basement, a teenager's room, empty.  A small dog sleeps in a locked kennel,  the bedroom door closed.  The ground floor has some nice kitchen stuff, but nothing worth taking.  Upstairs, however, you get to the bedrooms, you locate jewelry and artwork that might be worth something.
[2015-12-13 14:51:38] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:52:03] <Shem|Archival> That's excellent. Let's go.
[2015-12-13 14:52:24] <Shem|Archival> Door is almost definitely locked, and I am no good at lockpicking. Windows might be left open, or unlocked. I walk around the house, searching for any open windows.
[2015-12-13 14:53:08] <Shem|Archival> Before entering, though, I'll need to go to the backyard and change to my costume, of course.
[2015-12-13 14:53:16] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 14:54:22] <Wildbow> The space between houses where a narrow path leads around the side of the house seems to be the best bet for getting changed, but it's the middle of winter.  The cold takes a little bit out of you as you quickly don your costume.
[2015-12-13 14:55:06] <Wildbow> The information provided by your power tells you that the kitchen window is frequently cracked to allow smoke to ventilate.  You walk around to approach it and ease it open.
[2015-12-13 14:55:13] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 14:55:42] <Shem|Archival> I should probably pad the costume some time, make it more comfortable for this weather. It was warmer when I started doing this.
[2015-12-13 14:56:44] <Shem|Archival> I climb through the window carefully.
[2015-12-13 14:58:03] <Shem|Archival> I'll head to the bedroom first.
[2015-12-13 14:59:00] <Shem|Archival> If the dog is indeed locked, there's no need to be especially silent while going up the stairs, though I shouldn't make too much noise in any case. Might be people outside, walking nearby.
[2015-12-13 15:00:12] <Shem|Archival> I enter the bedroom and look around.
[2015-12-13 15:00:13] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:02:27] <Wildbow> It's hard to be entirely positive the place is empty - your power focuses largely on the inanimate, things that remain in one place, and people are wisps, abstract, hard to define.  It's a relief to find the room empty.  A crimson bedspread and picture above the four-poster bed suggest a degree of class.  Three different antique dressers have things collected atop them; one has the amassed...
[2015-12-13 15:02:28] <Wildbow> ...collection of jewelry.  It ranges in quality from the cheap to the higher quality stuff.  One box has diamond studs - unfortunately low resale value, but better than some things.
[2015-12-13 15:02:30] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:05:10] <Shem|Archival> I grab the jewelry and put all of it into a bag. All of it.
[2015-12-13 15:06:19] <Shem|Archival> Now, the painting might be valuable. I take a closer look at it.
[2015-12-13 15:06:26] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:07:32] <Wildbow> The painting is likely done by a local artist, purchased at a gallery.  A pale woman reclines on a couch outdoors, painted in oils, face skyward, while swans surround her, wings spread.
[2015-12-13 15:08:05] <Wildbow> You hear a voice from down the hall.  A shout.  "Officer!"
[2015-12-13 15:08:07] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:08:28] <Shem|Archival> Shit.
[2015-12-13 15:09:16] <Shem|Archival> Who is that? I should have noticed them, or heard them at least.
[2015-12-13 15:10:18] <Shem|Archival> I move to the corner of the room, away from the entrance, and use my power on the place the voice came from, and then the house entrance. Making sure it's me who caused this.
[2015-12-13 15:10:36] <Shem|Archival> And "Officer"? Is there a cop nearby?
[2015-12-13 15:10:40] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:11:57] <Wildbow> You take cover, and focus on your power, zooming in on the direction of the sound.  You see human shapes, wispy, but they're from hours ago, and if there are any now, they're too hard to make out in the storm of moving images, too new to the room, and too transient.  This is the weakness of your particular form of clairvoyance.
[2015-12-13 15:12:32] <Wildbow> Footsteps tromp, echoing oddly.  Then silence.
[2015-12-13 15:12:35] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:13:36] <Shem|Archival> I've only been here for a few minutes. There must have been somebody still inside who heard me.
[2015-12-13 15:14:50] <Shem|Archival> I peek beyond the wall, through the doorway, for a split second. If nobody is in the hall, I try to quickly and silently close the door.
[2015-12-13 15:15:06] <Wildbow> ((Roll thievery))
[2015-12-13 15:16:00] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:16:14] <Wildbow> ((Roll Wits))
[2015-12-13 15:17:42] <Wildbow> You find the hallway empty and shut the door without incident, silence looming in the wake of it.  You hear nothing and see nothing, but for a car passing on the road outside.
[2015-12-13 15:18:29] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:18:58] <Shem|Archival> Alright. Need to get out, fast. It's second floor, I might be able to leave through the window.
[2015-12-13 15:19:07] <Shem|Archival> ((There's a window, right?))
[2015-12-13 15:20:09] <Wildbow> The bedroom has a little balcony.  A glance down and out suggests the house was built on a slope.  It's an effective three-story drop to the stone patio, which is dusted in an inch or two of snow.
[2015-12-13 15:20:12] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:21:34] <Shem|Archival> ((Does the window face the front or the back (or the sides); Do I see any police car parked, or lights reflecting from walls and trees?))
[2015-12-13 15:21:54] <Wildbow> ((Faces the back - you see only the backyard and the neighbor's))
[2015-12-13 15:23:18] <Shem|Archival> Okay. I can do this. I open the window, and take out my rope. I'll climb down with it.
[2015-12-13 15:24:01] <Shem|Archival> I tie the rope in a strong knot to a fixed object in the room, and start climbing down silently.
[2015-12-13 15:24:03] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:25:06] <Wildbow> As you work, getting the rope out and preparing the hook at the window, you hear gunshots from down the hall.  Tinny, false-sounding gunshots with none of the visceral impact a real gun would have.  Tires screech, in much that same manner.
[2015-12-13 15:25:08] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:26:25] <Shem|Archival> ...What is going on? Is this anything real, even?
[2015-12-13 15:26:42] <Shem|Archival> It sounds like I'm not related to this, which is good. Excellent, even.
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[2015-12-13 15:27:13] <Shem|Archival> ...is this just a loud television?
[2015-12-13 15:28:13] <Shem|Archival> Before climbing out the window, I try to lock the door (if it has an inner, no-key-needed type of lock). Then I get out.
[2015-12-13 15:28:14] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:29:16] <Wildbow> The door isn't lockable, as it happens.  You straddle the balcony, preparing to climb down, and you hear the tire screeching stop.  A commercial starts playing.
[2015-12-13 15:29:18] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:29:54] <Shem|Archival> Suspicions confirmed. Good thing I didn't do anything stupid.
[2015-12-13 15:30:21] <Shem|Archival> Well, I got most of what I wanted here. Painting probably isn't worth taking.
[2015-12-13 15:30:42] <Shem|Archival> Too big to carry around or hide easily, and the fact it could be local means it could be traced back here with ease.
[2015-12-13 15:31:29] <Shem|Archival> I'll leave the rope here, and try to get to the television and turn it off.
[2015-12-13 15:31:57] <Shem|Archival> I'd like to take a look at the basement before leaving.
[2015-12-13 15:31:58] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:32:51] <Wildbow> You open the door and make your way down the hall.  The room appears to be an office, with a television set in the corner, volume turned nearly to the maximum, commercials ongoing.
[2015-12-13 15:33:04] <Wildbow> As you spot and reach for the power switch, it turns off on its own, your fingers an inch from the button.
[2015-12-13 15:33:06] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:33:50] <Shem|Archival> I widen my eyes, and quickly turn around.
[2015-12-13 15:34:06] <Shem|Archival> Is there another person in the room? A camera, maybe?
[2015-12-13 15:34:06] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:34:12] <Wildbow> The room is empty, the hallway vacant.
[2015-12-13 15:34:35] <Wildbow> As you turn toward the corner of the office, however, you see that the computer monitor is on.
[2015-12-13 15:34:37] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:34:59] <Shem|Archival> Feeling uneasy. I pull the power cable out of the television.
[2015-12-13 15:35:18] <Shem|Archival> Was this computer on when I entered?
[2015-12-13 15:35:45] <Wildbow> ((Know check to remember))
[2015-12-13 15:36:09] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:36:49] <Wildbow> You remember the computer being off.  You're pretty sure the television was off as you came up the stairs as well - it's certainly off now.  The screen is black now that you've pulled the cord.
[2015-12-13 15:36:51] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:37:53] <Shem|Archival> Fuck me. This must be some cape, or maybe the lingering effects of one.
[2015-12-13 15:38:34] <Shem|Archival> I look at the monitor. Is the mouse moving? Is there some program that started running?
[2015-12-13 15:38:49] <Wildbow> ((Thievery check))
[2015-12-13 15:38:50] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:40:52] <Wildbow> As you approach the computer, you catch a glimpse of the movement on the screen.  Too slow to get out of the way.  There's a camera embedded in the monitor, and the image on the screen is the feed from the camera, black and white and not the highest of resolutions, but it's an image of you, including your masked face looking at and recognizing the camera.
[2015-12-13 15:41:31] <Wildbow> The image changes, going still.  You see the still images being sorted and moved into a folder.
[2015-12-13 15:41:33] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:41:49] <Shem|Archival> Well, that's crappy. But I can handle this.
[2015-12-13 15:42:21] <Shem|Archival> I hold the power button down for several seconds, and then unplug the computer.
[2015-12-13 15:43:37] <Shem|Archival> I wonder if I should break the computer, but that might make some noise. I settle for breaking the camera in the monitor, with my knife.
[2015-12-13 15:43:38] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:45:12] <Wildbow> You finish gouging the lens, then step away from the computer.  You can hear a phone ringing downstairs.
[2015-12-13 15:45:14] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:46:38] <Shem|Archival> Okay. This is almost definitely a cape messing with me. Shutting off things one at a time doesn't seem to make it stop.
[2015-12-13 15:47:06] <Shem|Archival> That phone could be a lure, a trap. I shouldn't come down.
[2015-12-13 15:48:48] <Shem|Archival> I take a long look at the office. I should get a screwdriver and erase the data on that computer.
[2015-12-13 15:48:56] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 15:49:21] <Wildbow> Your power informs you of the contents of the drawers, including a screwdriver meant for computers.
[2015-12-13 15:50:43] <Wildbow> While you look, you hear the phone below.  The ringing stops, and what you hear is a voice, loud, talking over the phone.
[2015-12-13 15:51:05] <Wildbow> In French, a woman speaks, "Emergency services.  How may I help you?"
[2015-12-13 15:51:50] <Wildbow> You recognize the voice that speaks next.  "Yes, I'd like to report a robbery in progress, at 108, Avenue de Chailly.  The robber has powers."
[2015-12-13 15:51:53] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:52:22] <Shem|Archival> Nevermind. Bad idea. I'm out. I abandon the fucking computer, stop trying to be silent, and run into the hallway.
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[2015-12-13 15:52:57] <Shem|Archival> Nobody's home but that freaky tech entity, I don't have to worry about anyone coming. I have at least five minutes to get away.
[2015-12-13 15:53:28] <Shem|Archival> Should I take the car? Will it be controlled too?
[2015-12-13 15:53:46] <Wildbow> ...
[2015-12-13 15:53:55] <Wildbow> "He's leaving the hosue now, I think through the back.  I can lead you to him, but you'll want help," Bette Noire tells the emergency responder.
[2015-12-13 15:54:03] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:54:48] <Shem|Archival> Her. Of course. Why not her.
[2015-12-13 15:55:03] <Shem|Archival> She probably can't see me anymore, though.
[2015-12-13 15:55:43] <Shem|Archival> I grab my rope, head downstairs full speed, take the phone and smash it on the floor a few times.
[2015-12-13 15:55:58] <Wildbow> ...
[2015-12-13 15:56:18] <Wildbow> While making your approach to the phone, you note that the sound is coming from the little television at one corner of the kitchen.  Rerouted.
[2015-12-13 15:56:20] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:57:04] <Shem|Archival> I keep holding on to the phone, putting it in my pocket. I head out the door, leaving it open, and run to my car.
[2015-12-13 15:57:49] <Shem|Archival> I try to turn on the car and drive. ||
[2015-12-13 15:58:32] <Wildbow> The car turns on without difficulty.  You pull away from the house.
[2015-12-13 15:58:33] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 15:59:19] <Shem|Archival> I drive for two minutes, turn a corner, and park in any available spot.
[2015-12-13 15:59:50] <Shem|Archival> I leave the phone inside, and get out along with my bag.
[2015-12-13 16:00:27] <Shem|Archival> ((Anywhere people can't see me))
[2015-12-13 16:01:35] <Shem|Archival> After getting out, I find the closest garbage bin and put the bag inside, careful to not let anything spill out.
[2015-12-13 16:02:19] <Wildbow> ...
[2015-12-13 16:02:26] <Wildbow> The neighborhood seems to be predominantly houses here, the only available spots to turn into are driveways.  No garbage bins seem apparent - it's not trash day.
[2015-12-13 16:02:27] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:02:59] <Shem|Archival> Oh, dang it. Well, then, I'll find the closest thing to it. A bush?
[2015-12-13 16:03:00] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:03:34] <Wildbow> ((Hedge))
[2015-12-13 16:05:05] <Shem|Archival> Argh. I use my power on nearby houses. Maybe there's a vacant house somewhere aorund, and nobody will notice a black bag on the inner side of the hedge.
[2015-12-13 16:05:27] <Shem|Archival> I try not to waste time doing this, though.
[2015-12-13 16:05:28] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:05:54] <Wildbow> You stow the bag in a hedge, and snow falls from the top as you move the lower branches.  Closing your eyes, you focus on the surroundings.  A quick glance inside.  Most of the houses are empty, but not truly 'vacant'.
[2015-12-13 16:06:04] <Wildbow> The owners are simply off to work.
[2015-12-13 16:06:08] <Wildbow>  //
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[2015-12-13 16:07:25] <Shem|Archival> God damn it! Argh. I look at the street, remembering the name, so that I could come back here later to retrieve the bag.
[2015-12-13 16:08:05] <Shem|Archival> How long will it take to walk home, from here?
[2015-12-13 16:08:08] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:08:56] <Wildbow> Chemin de Fontanettaz, you note.  At your best guess, it's a twenty to thirty minute walk.
[2015-12-13 16:09:02] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:09:47] <Shem|Archival> That's not that bad. I get back into the car.
[2015-12-13 16:10:22] <Shem|Archival> I'll drive half the way to the house, and then get back on foot.
[2015-12-13 16:10:55] <Wildbow> ((Are you costumed?))
[2015-12-13 16:11:10] <Shem|Archival> ((Right now, yes))
[2015-12-13 16:11:42] <Shem|Archival> ((Was about to wait to see if I'm interrupted, otherwise I'd get off, leave my costume inside and walk home))
[2015-12-13 16:12:05] <Wildbow> ((Get off?))
[2015-12-13 16:12:17] <Shem|Archival> ((get out of the vehicle))
[2015-12-13 16:15:00] <Wildbow> You start the drive back to your apartment.  Traffic is slow, with the construction taking up half of it, forcing you to move in fits and starts, with you having to pull off to the side to let incoming traffic pass, and vice versa.
[2015-12-13 16:15:55] <Wildbow> There's an eerie moment as the person in the car ahead of you, while stopped, twists around and looks directly at you, expression concerned.
[2015-12-13 16:16:04] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:16:31] <Shem|Archival> I smile and wave back.
[2015-12-13 16:16:33] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:17:54] <Wildbow> The incoming traffic passes, and you start to resume forward movement.  Abruptly, the person ahead of you stops.  His car bars the way.
[2015-12-13 16:18:00] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:18:21] <Shem|Archival> Gah. I hoped that would work.
[2015-12-13 16:19:40] <Shem|Archival> I try to see if there are cars behind me. Can I reverse? Am I blocking others?
[2015-12-13 16:20:00] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:20:30] <Wildbow> It appears there's room to reverse, but it's an awkward thing to manage.  Dex & Wits checks if you want to attempt it.
[2015-12-13 16:20:37] <Wildbow>  //  ((Forgot brackets))
[2015-12-13 16:22:08] <Shem|Archival> I use the horn twice, hoping that he'd move aside.
[2015-12-13 16:22:53] <Shem|Archival> Expecting nothing to happen, I take off my goggles, but leave them hanging on my neck.
[2015-12-13 16:22:54] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:23:22] <Wildbow> The horn blares.  He doesn't budge.  What's curious, and concerning as well, is that none of the cars behind you are leaning on the horns.
[2015-12-13 16:23:28] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:25:16] <Shem|Archival> I open the door and get out, still costumed. I keep my toolbelt on me, but leave the bag and phone in the car.
[2015-12-13 16:25:56] <Shem|Archival> I walk towards the man who stopped and knock on the driver side window, as calmly as I can.
[2015-12-13 16:25:57] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:27:17] <Wildbow> The eyes of people in the cars follow you as you walk.  As you pass by the car that had blocked your way, the man within stares.  You knock, and he jumps.  He doesn't open the door or roll down the frost-glazed window.  You can hear, muted through the door and the windows, the voice of Bête Noire, talking through the radios.
[2015-12-13 16:27:20] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:29:01] <Shem|Archival> As I expected. I'm pretty much doomed. I look around me, searching for an escape route.
[2015-12-13 16:29:34] <Wildbow> The area is littered with side streets, but it's all residential lots, most of it apartment blocks and homes, in the mid-to-high end.
[2015-12-13 16:29:42] <Shem|Archival> Running away from the road is probably the best course of action.
[2015-12-13 16:30:42] <Shem|Archival> I silently curse, and run into the closest side street.
[2015-12-13 16:30:44] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:32:03] <Wildbow> Fences and hedges stand tall to either side of you as you make your way down the street.  A car behind you slows as it passes, the driver watching you, before it continues on its way.
[2015-12-13 16:32:06] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:35:24] <Shem|Archival> Noire must be talking with everyone nearby and getting updated about my actions. I need to get the heck away from the cars. I search for a sideroad where cars would see me the least, and head there.
[2015-12-13 16:35:57] <Shem|Archival> I could take off my costume, but if anyone knows where I am and I don't escape quickly enough it's game over. Not now.
[2015-12-13 16:36:27] <Shem|Archival> Stay out of the eyes of the drivers, find a place to hide.
[2015-12-13 16:36:28] <Shem|Archival> ||
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[2015-12-13 16:38:30] <Wildbow> At the end of the street you're traveling, you find a more commercial area.  Stores, streets, and shops, with the occasional restaurant.  For a moment, you feel free and clear.  Then, as a nearby light turns red, and cars stop, you see head turning, the car's occupants looking, eyes settling on you.
[2015-12-13 16:38:32] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:39:11] <Shem|Archival> I curse loudly.
[2015-12-13 16:39:33] <Shem|Archival> Then I find the closest apartment building and enter it, if the door is unlocked.
[2015-12-13 16:41:23] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:42:55] <Wildbow> The door leading into one set of apartments is open.  A central set of stairs has doors on either side of the stairwell, leading to the apartments on either side of the building.
[2015-12-13 16:42:59] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:46:26] <Shem|Archival> No, on second thought, breaking into an apartment would be harder with no windows. That's a waste of time.
[2015-12-13 16:46:52] <Shem|Archival> I can't stop her from watching me if she knows where I am, too.
[2015-12-13 16:47:43] <Shem|Archival> Fuck. I try to think for a moment if I can get back to the car without being in any main street.
[2015-12-13 16:48:01] <Shem|Archival> Also, I look back out and check if people are watching me.
[2015-12-13 16:48:03] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:49:26] <Wildbow> From your vantage point, there's nobody on the street looking into the apartment building.
[2015-12-13 16:49:42] <Wildbow> Further up the stairwell, a door opens.  An older woman steps out, holding a phone to her ear.
[2015-12-13 16:50:08] <Wildbow> You can just barely make out what she's saying, in French, "Yes, yes.  I see him."
[2015-12-13 16:50:10] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:50:18] <Shem|Archival> Back to the car it is.
[2015-12-13 16:50:25] <Shem|Archival> I sprint.
[2015-12-13 16:50:40] <Shem|Archival> Don't care if people watch me, unless they actively try to block me.
[2015-12-13 16:50:41] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:50:58] <Wildbow> "Sir!" the woman calls out behind you, as you head back to the front of the apartment door.
[2015-12-13 16:51:00] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:51:49] <Shem|Archival> Not answering. Would waste my time.
[2015-12-13 16:51:50] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 16:53:28] <Wildbow> As you make your way out onto the street and get your bearings, identifying the road you used to get here, you see police cars on the road.  You'll have to pass in front of them to head back to your car.
[2015-12-13 16:53:30] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 16:58:47] <Shem|Archival> I could turn myself in. I'm tempted to do so. What have I done? Burgled a few houses and ruined a webcam?
[2015-12-13 16:59:14] <Shem|Archival> If it weren't for Noire I'd probably do that. But she won't let it happen that easily.
[2015-12-13 16:59:54] <Shem|Archival> Can't go to car, probably can't enter apartments. Probably.
[2015-12-13 17:00:59] <Shem|Archival> I should have changed out of costume. Should've done this in night, too. Stupid, stupid.
[2015-12-13 17:02:12] <Shem|Archival> I get where the cops can't see me, and enter a stairwell
[2015-12-13 17:02:26] <Shem|Archival> *enter it, and go up the stairs
[2015-12-13 17:02:33] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:02:39] <Wildbow> ((The apartment building?))
[2015-12-13 17:02:54] <Shem|Archival> ((A different one))
[2015-12-13 17:03:18] <Shem|Archival> ((whoops))
[2015-12-13 17:04:22] <Wildbow> You make your way a few buildings down.  As you do so, you see a store selling electornics.  The televisions are on, and your face is on some.  Security footage from a nearby traffic-light camera is on others, everyone but you obscured.
[2015-12-13 17:04:41] <Wildbow> *masked face
[2015-12-13 17:04:50] <Wildbow> You reach the door to the apartment building and let yourself in.
[2015-12-13 17:04:52] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:05:10] <Shem|Archival> I pull out my phone, and dial the emergency number, while ascending the stairwell.
[2015-12-13 17:05:23] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:05:47] <Wildbow> The phone rings once.
[2015-12-13 17:06:12] <Wildbow> "Hello, Archival," Bête Noire says.  "I've been trying to get someone to give you a phone."
[2015-12-13 17:06:15] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:08:03] <Shem|Archival> "What's the matter, Bête? Wanted to hear me talk while the cops chain me?"
[2015-12-13 17:08:05] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:09:51] <Wildbow> "How optimistic, Archival," she says.  "I specifically told the cops to stay out of your way, that you were armed and dangerous and you had a close-range power.  A simple arrest is too good for you."
[2015-12-13 17:09:53] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:13:00] <Shem|Archival> While speaking through the phone, I start silently pulling door handles on each floor, hoping for an unlocked door.  "I'm glad you care that much about me. Why aren't you here yourself? Would have gone a lot quicker. Wouldn't have irritated so many people."
[2015-12-13 17:13:02] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:14:31] <Wildbow> "Because I know how this works.  Whichever one of us takes the upper hand keeps it.  If one of us sees the other, we can track them.  As much as I'd like to end you, Archival, I'm not stupid.  That's why I contracted out."
[2015-12-13 17:14:43] <Wildbow> The doors you're trying are all locked.
[2015-12-13 17:14:44] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:17:28] <Shem|Archival> "Well, you can keep your upper hand. But when I get away and all of your effort has been for nothing, we'll see if you're still that smug." I take out my lockpicks, start working on the door in front of me.
[2015-12-13 17:17:37] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:17:40] <Wildbow> ((Thievery roll))
[2015-12-13 17:18:48] <Wildbow> "If not today, then tomorrow.  Or the day after, Archival.  I'm patient.  Just curious, do you have any idea how many capes there are in Lausanne right now?"
[2015-12-13 17:19:24] <Shem|Archival> "Twenty? Thirty?"
[2015-12-13 17:19:34] <Wildbow> Managing the phone and the lockpicks at the same time is limiting your abilities.  Your first attempt at lockpicking is unsuccessful, and the pressbar slips free, virtually setting you back to square one.
[2015-12-13 17:19:36] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:19:58] * VereorNox is now known as VernZZZ
[2015-12-13 17:20:28] <Wildbow> ...
[2015-12-13 17:20:29] <Shem|Archival> ((Can I try again, or have I lost it?))
[2015-12-13 17:20:34] <Wildbow> ((You can try again))
[2015-12-13 17:22:06] <Shem|Archival> "How did you plan on following me now, then? Don't have cameras in the sewers."
[2015-12-13 17:22:18] <Shem|Archival> I keep trying the same lock. Have to succeed.
[2015-12-13 17:22:22] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:22:39] <Wildbow> ((Roll))
[2015-12-13 17:24:32] <Wildbow> "Almost a hundred, at last count, Archival.   I wanted you to know just what it means when I say I've hired the most vicious of them.  Trust me, I know where you are, I can find you at any time, knowing full well that you're not anywhere near the sewers, I didn't even have to pick them for their ability to track you down.  I picked them because they're as sadistic and vicious as killers get...
[2015-12-13 17:24:43] <Wildbow> ...Well, two of them are.  The third is just really, really good at what she does."
[2015-12-13 17:24:52] <Wildbow> The lockpick clicks, and the door opens.  You're inside the apartment.
[2015-12-13 17:24:54] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:27:32] <Shem|Archival> I enter, close the door behind me, and look around to see if anyone is there.
[2015-12-13 17:27:57] <Shem|Archival> "Who?"
[2015-12-13 17:27:57] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:27:59] <Wildbow> The apartment is small, one bedroom that sort of doubles as a living room, a separate kitchen and bathroom.  There's a back door.
[2015-12-13 17:29:14] <Wildbow> "You'll meet one of them shortly.  I should get on the other line to point them in the right direction.  I just wanted you to know, when they've got you, that it's really me, and that I'm listening to every word that's coming out of your mouth, and watching your expression.  You threatened to kill my family, Archival.  You die the worst death."
[2015-12-13 17:29:17] <Wildbow> She hangs up.
[2015-12-13 17:29:19] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:33:09] <Shem|Archival> I take off my costume as fast as I can, keeping only my knife and the lockpicks. I dump it on the floor and slide it under the bed.
[2015-12-13 17:34:25] <Shem|Archival> I try to find a coat in the wardrobe, so that I don't freeze to death.
[2015-12-13 17:34:39] <Shem|Archival> Then I open the back door.
[2015-12-13 17:34:49] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:35:25] <Shem|Archival> ((well, try to open it))
[2015-12-13 17:36:03] <Wildbow> Opening the back door from the inside is no difficulty at all.  Stairs lead down to the ground level.  A maze of backyards, homes, fences, and streets sprawl before you.
[2015-12-13 17:36:14] <Wildbow>  The coat around your shoulders, you make your way down.
[2015-12-13 17:36:16] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:37:12] <Shem|Archival> I pull out my phone, take out the batteries, and put back the battery case.
[2015-12-13 17:38:23] <Shem|Archival> I keep the phone held to my ear, and walk away from the building, back to the street.
[2015-12-13 17:38:52] <Shem|Archival> I fake talking on the phone, in case anyone looks.
[2015-12-13 17:38:52] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:39:47] <Wildbow> ((Bluff check; Social roll))
[2015-12-13 17:41:31] <Wildbow> Acting as naturally as you can, you keep the fake phone conversation ongoing.
[2015-12-13 17:42:19] <Wildbow> You can see people actively looking for you.  Here and there, some eyes of people in cars and people on the street do settle on you.  You can intuit that they have an up-to-date description.
[2015-12-13 17:42:49] <Wildbow> But the act and the less distinct appearance are keeping them from easily finding you as easily.
[2015-12-13 17:42:50] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:46:19] <Shem|Archival> I walk away from the crowd, the police, the attention. Moving slowly, blending in. Goal right now is to get someplace where people aren't looking for me, and figure out how to get my stuff later.
[2015-12-13 17:47:05] <Shem|Archival> While walking, I use my power on my apartment. Have to be sure nobody found it.
[2015-12-13 17:47:06] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:47:33] <Wildbow> Walking while using your power is tricky.  You nearly stumble into somebody.
[2015-12-13 17:48:16] <Wildbow> As your mind's eye opens and you get the view of the distant location, you see the wisps of two figures standing within your apartment.  Your furniture, which should be at least a little more coherent, is tossed.
[2015-12-13 17:48:21] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 17:50:03] <Shem|Archival> No apartment. No car. No costume.
[2015-12-13 17:50:30] <Shem|Archival> Damn it....Damn it all. Noire won, no matter how this goes.
[2015-12-13 17:51:40] <Shem|Archival> I return walking, cursing into the phone.
[2015-12-13 17:52:11] <Shem|Archival> Maybe...maybe I could find some temporary shelter, in the city. For the rest of the day.
[2015-12-13 17:52:33] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 17:53:04] <Shem|Archival> ((Waiting to get out of the danger zone))
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[2015-12-13 17:53:46] <Wildbow> ((Roll Wits & Dex))
[2015-12-13 17:56:54] <Wildbow> The eyes on you continue to track your movement, and as you step off the busier street and onto a residential one, a pair of people turn off as well, following.  You turn the next available corner to break line of sight, and manage to put some distance between yourself and the pursuers before you again notice some people looking your way.  These ones don't deign to follow you, however,...
[2015-12-13 17:56:55] <Wildbow> ...though they talk into phones.
[2015-12-13 17:56:57] <Wildbow>  //
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[2015-12-13 18:01:32] <Shem|Archival> I stop, turn, and approach them directly. Putting the phone back in my coat pocket.
[2015-12-13 18:01:55] <Shem|Archival> "Excuse me, where can I find the train station? I'm a bit lost."
[2015-12-13 18:02:49] <Shem|Archival> Keeping the hand in my pocket, being prepared to draw my knife.
[2015-12-13 18:02:50] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 18:03:35] <Wildbow> They stop as they see you turn around.  One speaks into his phone.  Collectively, they begin to back away.
[2015-12-13 18:03:50] <Wildbow> They're pursuing, but they aren't looking for a confrontation, it seems.
[2015-12-13 18:03:52] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 18:05:27] <Shem|Archival> I pull out my knife, aiming it at them. "Drop the phones. Now." I say loudly, "Put them on the ground.".
[2015-12-13 18:05:28] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 18:07:05] <Wildbow> Of the three, two bend down.  One pulls off his hat and puts the phone down on top of it, so it won't get snow on it.  The other simply places the phone in the snow.  The third seems unwilling to drop the phone, but is holding it out to one side.
[2015-12-13 18:07:07] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 18:07:57] <Shem|Archival> "NOW." I shout. "Or I'll put you down with it!"
[2015-12-13 18:07:59] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 18:09:20] <Wildbow> Rather than listen, he runs, straight in the other direction, the phone going straight back to his ear.  The others, seeing the third member of the group bolt, seem inclined to do the same, backing away a little.  It seems they don't want to leave their phones.
[2015-12-13 18:10:14] <Wildbow> One speaks, "She said, online, we just had to follow.  That's all.  I'm sorry."
[2015-12-13 18:10:16] <Wildbow>  //
[2015-12-13 18:11:47] <Shem|Archival> "Don't touch your phones. She's a mind controller, she can work through voice only. Leave them there, or take them but remove the batteries like I did."
[2015-12-13 18:11:58] <Shem|Archival> I lower the knife.
[2015-12-13 18:12:22] <Shem|Archival> "Tell everyone else. Please. I'm trying to stop her."
[2015-12-13 18:12:24] <Shem|Archival> ||
[2015-12-13 18:13:12] <Wildbow> ((Social roll))
[2015-12-13 18:14:49] <Wildbow> "She said you were the killer," the man says.  "She had a recording, of a meeting between you and other people.  Saying you'd find and hurt her family if she kept getting in your way.  She keeps playing it on the radios and on the television."
[2015-12-13 18:15:15] <Wildbow> Further down the street, the one who bolted starts to turn the corner to the right, seems to jump out of his skin, and starts running to the left instead.
[2015-12-13 18:15:16] <Wildbow>  //
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[2015-12-13 18:17:39] <Shem|Archival> I shake my head, and then dash away. The opposite direction from where the third person is.
[2015-12-13 18:18:04] <Shem|Archival> I look back once every few seconds, but try not to stop.
[2015-12-13 18:18:05] <Shem|Archival> ||
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[2015-12-13 18:21:18] * Wildbow_ is now known as Wildbow
[2015-12-13 18:21:27] <Wildbow> ((Roll Ath))
[2015-12-13 18:23:40] <Wildbow> You hear a scream behind you, not a reactive one, but a savage, inhuman cry, like the yowl of a jungle panther or the cry of a bird of prey.
[2015-12-13 18:25:28] <Wildbow> You're put in mind of the sight earlier in the day, of the bird tearing apart its kin, as you struggle to put distance between yourself and your pursuer.  A quick glance over your shoulder suggests a figure seven feet tall and very wide at the shoulder, with a billowing black cape flapping behind them as they run in your direction.  A bird mask covers their face, and you see the flash of...
[2015-12-13 18:25:29] <Wildbow> ...blades, though the type and nature of those blades eludes you as you turn your focus back to where you're going.
[2015-12-13 18:26:10] <Wildbow> He's gaining on you, albeit slowly, and from the looks of it, he's not the super competent one Noire mentioned, he's one of the sadistic bastards.
[2015-12-13 18:26:15] <Wildbow>  ////
[2015-12-13 18:27:09] <Wildbow> I'd like to stop here.  Because I think it's gone on for a while, and you're not really thinking along the right lines.  Your character has 4 know, so consider the interim period a chance to strategize or figure out a way through
[2015-12-13 18:28:03] <Shem|Archival> Alright, will try. Good time to stop (in reality, not in game).