After

**Greycat** · 10-29-2012

After.
OOC

Keith tapped a claw on the desk. In fact, it was such a common habit of his that there was an actual divot in the wood from his claw. The doctor, Aaron and Scarlett. That was about the extent of his personal network in the city. A bit depressing, he had to admit, but at least in made things simpler. It would be easier to get out with a smaller group. Of course, it all hinged on Aaron and his Rustbucket, but he was pretty sure the guy would agree. He was the kind to latch on to those kinds of wild ideas. As well as the chance to test his creation in rough terrain... He sighed and got up. He he was to throw a party, he need to straighten up a bit.

[[This starts with the group stopping by his place the next day]]

::Cast [FULL]::
Aaron Scanlon [Goldmarble]
Anette Halifax [Mew77]
Emily Wolfe [Yellow13]
Keith Bates [Greycat]
Lucky O'Hare [Sikako]
Scarlett Harlowe [Blazinvire]
Julius Hirsch [Necar]

**blazinvire** · 10-29-2012

A most peculiar scenario of Scarlett atop her Ducati and not letting half the district know about it, being instead a model citizen as she calmly drove along the familiar roads to Geekitty's batcave. She wasn't particularly looking for any kind of ticket or even undue attention at this point since she had a sniper rifle, assault rifle and a grenade launcher slung onto her back, and packing that kind of heat was simply asking for trouble so it was better she didn't go looking for it as well.
And so she smoothly rode down Keith's street and straight down the drive way around the back, parking, depositing her helmet and hauling some extra gear off her lap as she dismounted, applied her thief deterrent sign before heading to the back door and knocking a few times. Thief deterrent sign saying: 'The owner of this bike has a sniper rifle'.

Scarlett idly passed a glance over her shoulder, partly to look at the rifle butt as she once again pondered her intuition for bringing most of her kit. Granted, bringing a grenade launcher on a road trip seemed like complete overkill but Scarlett had gotten two messages out of Keith's email -the second one had caused her enough suspicion to think a grenade launcher might be useful. The email had been rather specific as well as vague, so Scarlett could just blame the silly Geekitty for her overreaction if her intuition turned out false -then again, maybe a part of her simply wanted to see his expression when he discovers what asking for her guns really translates into for Scarlett.

"Open up! I was promised Oreos and I shall have them!" Scarlett said slightly mock-imperious.

**Yellow 13** · 10-29-2012

Emily had returned home after a long day at work and threw her jacket over the back of the kitchen chair where she usually put it and sighed. Her hands still smelled like blood, no matter how many pairs of gloves she wore or how much she washed her hands. The scent of blood always seemed to get onto it... Though this time, there was a good reason which also came with her jet black fur. It wasn't normally black. What started out as a routine emergency call turned sour when some gang members made their presense known. Not one for a fight, Emily did the only sensible thing to do which was to deploy her smokescreen, grab her patient, get to the nearest safe place and call the cops. It came with the territory of being an EMT, she supposed. She was alwy going to be out in the feild instead of safe inside a doctor's office or the ER, but then again, most mutants didn't go to a hospital, and she wouldn't get a lot of people if she started her own practice given that she was a mutant too.

She went through her evening routine, taking an extra long shower to wash off all traces of her smokescreen out of her fur. As the darkness was washed down the drain, red and white fur became visable. Some black still remained and to anyone peeping in, they would see an anthropomorphic fox in the shower, compelte with vulpine ears, a tail, even the muzzle and fangs of one. Drying herself off took the usual ammount of time. Quite long though since her fur always caught a lot of moisture with anything she was doing. Donning a nightgown, she flopped herself down in front of her computer and checked her e-mail. The usual server hiccups, someone claiming that her (non existent) love life could use some excitement, junk mail from other sources and... some main from Nyancat? Opening it up, she read it and smiled. She was always up for meeting friends. And with the incident at work, she'd need some time off to recover. Stress relief. They'd understand.

Picking up the phone, she called two numbers. The first was her work and she let them know tht she wouldn't be able to come in due to the struss of nearly being shot or at least attacked in general. The next number she called was that of Lucky.

Lucky was busy going over her latest proposal in her head as she tended to her hair, “And I ask…no I demand you tell me just what…” she shook her head causing the copper colored curls to bounce. Her eyes went from a light green to a yellow as she huff, “ No I can’t act too needy, need to sound confident almost proud..” her eyes flickered to a bright blue color as her phone rang.
She was happy and lucky to have such an item, what with the world literally seeming to fall apart around her. It wasn’t the most stylish piece of equipment, but that block of a satellite phone was durable and reliable. The screen was broken, so she had no clue who was calling, but she was in fairly good standing with anyone who had this number.

“This is Lucky O’Hare, how may I address this call?” she spoke in a simply charming voice.

"Hello Lucky. It's Emily. Doctor Wolfe." She said. They were known well enough to use a first name basis. "I got an E-mail sometime today from a friend of mine. Are you avalible to meet me by my place sometime tomorrow?" She asked. "It shouldn't take long and the friend says it's interesting at least."

"Oh Doctor Wolfe how are you?" she spoke in a genuie tone. "Freinds you say, any of them in high power?" she asked back in a joking manner.

"Well I wouldn;t say that." Emily admitted. "But he's nice. If a little odd. He's kind of like me." She said hoping that Lucky would get her meaning. "But that's not important right now. You'll see when you meet him. Anyways, do you think you'll be able to make it? And you know where my place is, right?"

Annette was currently expirementing with hiding while Lucky was on the phone. She wore her standard black leotard with gray tights. Early in life she found that skin tight clothing was the only thing that didn't interfere with her elastic mutation. Right now she was inside one of the drawers in the living room paying cursory attention to the phone conversation. To her being tightly packed was a fun expirience. It seemed that their old friend Emily was inviting them to an event at someone's house.
Lucky held the phone away from her face, 'Ah possible voters then... 'she thought. She shifted back, "That would be lovely. It would be nice to get out, would it be possible for my...daughter to come with me?"

Emily was confused for a second then remembered. "Oh right! Annette. I don't see why it would be a problem. He said I could bring a guest, but he didn't say anything about Guestception." She laughed, hoping that Lucky would get the movie she was referencing. "Anyways, I'll be waiting for you by my place. I'd say before noon is when we should head over."

A grin crossed Lucky's face as her eyes went pink for a breif moment, "Guestception.." she chuckled, "..quite good! I am pleased you thought of me for this. It will be such a treat to meet some new people. What should I bring?" She leaned away from the phone for a moment, "Anna-banana! Come down her sweetheart!"

Annette shifted her weight towards the front of the drawer pushing it open just enough for her to get out. Lucky would be in for a surprise. Judging by the sound, Annette had picked the drawer next to the phone. She slowly forced her way out of the drawer, first her left leg then her left arm. "I told you not to call me that." Once her leg found the ground, she bent at the hip and seemingly effortlessly squeezed out of the drawer. She took a moment to right herself into a standing position. After spending the last 20 minutes crammed in a drawer she needed a moment ot catch her breath. "What's up bunny?", she said to her adopted mother.

Leaning back in her chair she fell back as a leg came crawling from her drawer. Her eye went pure white as she hit the ground. But she quickly moved into a postion to defend herself, her fangs dropping down from her upper palite. She took a moment to compose herself as she laughed, her eyes returning to a natural green color. "Why would I stop, you are so slippery. How long have you been in there?" she shook her head letting the fangs retract.

"About 20 minutes, since before you came downstairs at least.", Annette replied quickly. She got her bearings back after a moment and just stood there, wondering what the call was about

"Is everything okay over there?" Emily asked hearing the commotion with her sensitive, vulpine ears. "what was that noise?"
Lucky remembered the phone, "It is alright Emily, I just got a wonderful suprise from my daughter that is all. Should we pack heavy or light? A day trip or a quick visit?" She then looked to Annette putting her hand behind her head to make a pair of "ears" with her fingers, "Would you like to venture outside of the flat for awhile?"

"I'd say pack lightly. It probbaly won't take long, but we might get wind up doing something. Best hope you can pull out that winning smile and get Keith, that's his name, to let you go back and get more stuff if you need it."
Annette stopped making "bunny ears" behind Lucky. "That would be exquisite, It seems we're visiting friends, do I need to pack anything?", Annette asked.

"Pack lightly dear, seems like a day trip." she shifted back to the phone, her eyes shifting yellow again, "We shall meet you there! Thank you again for the invitation!"

"You're welcome! And have a safe night. See you then" Emily said then hung up.

**Sikako J** · 10-30-2012

"Should I just go with what I'm wearing now, or is this a formal event?", Annette asked, she figured she had some dresses back in her room.

Lucky looked over her daughter, "I'd perfer you wear somthing a little less revealing.. but that will do for now. I don't think it will be a formal event."

"I've explained this before, anything but tight clothing interferes with my abilities. I'll throw on a coat then.", Annette replied.

"There might be boys you know!" Her eyes flickered pink as she smiled wide. "Can't show off everything. Remember be mysterious, it makes the mind wander. And that gives you an advantage."

Annette considered this advice, although she had considered that in the past. Her lack of standard clothes in her wardrobe meant that everything was tights. Leaving nothing to the imagination. She had the coat and that was pretty much it. "Alright, bunny.", Annette said.

"Alright then go pick out your things, I will see if I can get Willard to drive us over. Maybe you can practice your charming by getting him to give you a candy bar?" she stood placing her hands on her hips. "What are the three ways of charming?" she asked out in a motherly tone.

Annette thought through this...She wasn't really paying attention the last time Bunny had gone over this. "Allure, honeyed words, and ...",Annette paused. "Bribery", she hazarded a guess.

Lucky's eyes flickered orange a moemnt before returning to green, "The first two are right...the last isn't charming. It is a forced move or a last resort." She took in a deep breath, "Allure, honeyed words, and....?" she asked once more.

"Deception", Annette tried again.

"Yes! Very good." She came to pat Anna on the shoulder, "Honeyed words are eighty percent truth sticking as close as you can to it, deception requires reading your target and tell them what they WANT to hear. A lie is only a tool, remember if the listener doesn't want to hear the truth they wont." She her smile fadded lightly as she huffed, "Maybe if you write me a paper on it you won't forget next time. Perhaps five pages would do?"

"Aww, do I have to bunny, seems rather excessive, I have enough papers for school as it is.", Annette replied in annoyance.

"Alright I'll make a deal with you. I will convince your teacher that you can't do your paper for school, due to a moral indifference we can't get around. I doubt she will question me as I knw over half the board that is left." She gave Anna a wink, "Let that be lesson of the power fo words and connections in this world.."

"Alright then, I'll remember, thank you my lucky bunny", Annette said hugging her adopted mother.

There it was, the brief moment when the gears inside Lucky's head halted. The hug of one you have raised was something truely wonderful, "It is getting late Anna-banana, you can read until 11:00 but get some sleep as we have a long day tomorrow. We dont want any rings around our eyes do we?" she hugged back looking down at her unique daughter.

After discussing things with her mother, Annette returned to her room. She was hesitant to admit it but she was tired. Today after homework she had expiremented with folding herself into various shapes. This had culminated with her inside that drawer. she found she was getting quicker at squishing herself into tight spaces and more creative in getting out again. If large vases weren't so fragile she would have tried those again. Although a number of things were tight fits she no longer bruised when attempting fold her way through spaces 10% of her height. During her hot bath she considered what she could wear tomorrow but in the end she didn't want to interfere with her ability to bend. with that she sat down in her room and read some books until it was about 10:30. Following that she crawled under the covers and rested for the night.

Lucky retired to her satian sheets and looked over the report for the city. It wasn't looking good, an increase of raider activity was casuing more of a martial law to be put into place by the reigning mayor. Not that she would have done things differently, it just put one hell of a dent in her ability to gather information. With the route the city was heading now, as much as she hated to admit it, she might not be able to make the cut for this round of voting. She huffed out and jotted down a few ideas for political sabotage. But she fell asleep with her notes in her lap.

**Goldmarble** · 10-30-2012

The world went fuzzy for a moment, motes of light floating around, a dull background roar of vocal noise. His legs seemed to react weakly to his commands. Sudden impact drove into his gut, and the world snapped back into focus as if the clarifying lens simply twitched back into place. Bright lights sparked in his eyes, the individual cheers of the the crowd as the massive bastard was pounding on the insect-mutant. He caught sight of the black and red padded fist, and snapped his left arm to deflect it, an drove his right fist inside the man's guard into a thudding body blow that caused the man to wince through even the adrenaline of the fight. Left arm went from the block to the man's face in a light jab, which set him up for a haymaker right hook to the head. He jabbed his left fist in again even as the man's eyes rolled and he started to sag under the weight of his own muscles; his left fist ended grazing the man's chin ineffectually as the crowd went silent.

This was not what they had expected. The damned mutant had just knocked out the toughest bastard in the neighbourhood. Segmented eyes with a goldish faux-pupil settled on the organizer. Aaron stalked over to the man, collecting his fistful of winnings. That was when the jeering started, the crown of humans sneering and yelling at him to get the fuck out of there. He just had to hope that they followed at least some kind of honour to not pull a gun and shoot him dead, right then and there. He walked towards a section of the tightly packed crowd that had formed the impromptu ring in the parking lot of the bar, and they grudgingly parted. He could hear the hawking and the sound of the spittle and phlegm splattering on his chitin armor, but paid it no heed. He had won, after a tremendously shitty day, he had claimed a small, insignificant victory.

He picked up his hoodie off the trunk of the car as he passed, and pulled it on his battered body. Shoving the cash and his hands in the central pocket, he headed off into the night. Walking down sidewalks that bore weeds growing through their cracks. The broke and destitute sleeping in doorways under the yellow glow of street lights, huddled under blankets and sleeping bags. The walking figure was Aaron, a young man who had suffered one of the most drastic mutations many seemed to know; the formation of a layer of dark black chitinous, segmented plates that had a glossy sheen of gold to them. This armored carapace of plates made him somewhat resemble a humanoid insect, though he still retained a humanoid appearance. His face seemed the most altered, lacking much of a nose but two small slits in a rigid faceplate, his eyes had become black, segmented lenses with a golden faux-pupil on the center that never moved, while his mouth seemed mostly human, if lacking an upper lip.

He walked three blocks to make sure that no one followed him before he walked another two back to the alley where he had left his bus. He pulled out his keys and opened the door; dim, white, LED light flicked on as the door opened, lighting his way into the once dark and cavernous space. He closed the door behind him and locked it. Only here, in the safety of the bus did he take the cash out the pocket of his hoodie, and his wallet from his back pocket of his baggy pants, and slid the extra cash in. As he walked to the back of the bus, the lighting slowly brightened, a programmed in response so that it doesn't blind him if his eyes were adjusted to the night. What the lighting revealed was currently a chaotic disarray of stacked plywood, and sheet metal against the sides, discarded, empty fast food containers, a large bench near the back of the bus, and what looked like a somewhat well crafted, but still rough counter and cupboard section right next to the enlarged head or loo. He had made it large enough, waterproofed it, and installed a serviceable shower system. Over head along both sides of the bus, were three foot wide racks, tied into a supporting cage that had 2" x .125 DOM tubing running from the frame rails of the bus itself, up through the roof to support the roof rack that were spaced out ever ten feet. The racks went all the way and wrapped around the front of the bus as well, but a little lower, and a bit wider, giving Aaron a four-foot wide platform that he had shoved a foam mattress upon.

Aaron quickly stripped himself off and walked into the head, and started the shower, using barely luke warm water as he had trouble with differentiating temperature differences all that much now with this shell he bore. A quick trembling shake, and most of the water just rolled off his plating, leaving him, for the post part, dry. He stepped out and went to his desk, popped open his tiny netbook swung out the stool that was mounted to a swing-arm off of one of the desk's legs. Sitting down, he cracked open the browser and began surfing a bit, trying not to think of how he had just lost his damned job due to "cutbacks in the metro-service budget". It was bullshit of course; he was a damn good mechanic, every job he was assigned, he got done on time or early. But did his bosses fucking care? No, they saw a mutant freak that they couldn't stand. He'd been working there since he was out of the trade school, back in 2009. His bosses loved him then, he did damn good work, and got shit done right, and when he fucked up, he owned up to his mistake and learned from it. Hell, he'd gotten several raises in the past year just to keep him with the company from the other shops around the city trying to poach him. Then his mutation started. His bosses, the racist fucks that they were started cutting pack his pay, treating him like shit, and abusing his good nature, all because they knew they could. All the previous job offers that kept finding Aaron dried up and vanished over night. Stuck working for a pair of glorified assholes, just endured it, since it was money after all, that and his friend Lucas was the shop foreman and helped to get him in to work on his own project bus whenever he could. But it seemed as if the cock smoking sons of bitches had finally decided that it was time to cut the "bug-freak" loose.

He sighed, he couldn't even pay attention to his usual list of web comics. He pulled up gmail and logged in, deleting spam mail, the random hate mail of people who somehow had his email address, and...a mail from the cat? He deleted the crap and opened the mail from the feline, his eyes scanning the screen in what was once an awkward barrage of tiny, segmented images, now seemed natural to him. He quickly wrote back a reply;

[TO: Teknokat@Emmersal.ca]
[FROM: AS8V92T@gmail.com]
[Subject: Re; Road Trip]

Well....I have absolutely no fucking clue how you make your timing this perfect, but seeing as how I'm out of a job, sounds like the perfect time to go for a road trip! Ugh, saw this coming, but fucking hell you know? Goddamn bosses just were looking for a reason to get rid of me, and the worst part is? I never even gave them one. Yeah. I'll be there. I'll build ya a bench tomorrow before I come and clear out a rack for you to sleep on. Oh, got the roof hatch done. Slides, locks, everything. Just need to finish up the swing-down ladder and the quick connection on the floor for it. Hmm...maybe I should clear out some of the garbage...

Oh, when should I get there?"

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The next day, a large, old motor coach threaded through the streets of Montreal traffic. It seemed to have taken a cue from some of the city buses that serviced the more dangerous sections of the old city, with wire mesh cages protecting the windows from thrown rocks, molotovs and other assorted projectiles. Some of the old, faded black and blue paint was streaked with the brown of rust, and the wheel wells were protected by quick-release removable sheets of armor to prevent the tires from being shot out too easily. From the sides of of the bus beneath the windows, long square steel tube ran much of the length of the bus on both sides, spaced from the skin of the bus by two-inches of tube reinforcement. Another identical set of bars ran along the bottom of the bus as well.

Just before the appointed time to arrive, the old rusty beast pulled up to the curb in front of the house owned by the cat. The engine sounded perhaps a bit odd, but not excessively loud running through a custom designed, dual stage muffler. Quickly the engine was silenced, and Aaron climbed out of the old beast, wearing packs and his hoodie again (now cleaned), he walked up to the front door with the hood up, to hopefully avoid undue attention from the neighbors.

**Greycat** · 10-30-2012

Keith gave the room a last once over. His living room was actually need for once. The plants that provided him with the fresh air he needed do to his secluded lifestyle were cleaned, the dried leaves collected and thrown out, the various bits, pieces, odds and ends he normally had piled about were boxed in the next room, stowed away in anticipation with the rest of his stuff. He had even taken the chance to clean up the loose fur that was around the place. You couldn't really blame him for that. He just happened to be a cat, and shed fur every now and again. As for the menu.. he had chicken, skewers and wings, in the oven to stay warm, bowls of chips, tuna and sardine (the fresh kind; tinned things were expensive and he might need all his money soon enough), some vegies and a large bowl of rice. Because he liked rice. Oh, and the oreos.

He was playing around with the arrangement when the knock sounded at his door. The yell that followed denied him the need to check who it was. He did anyway. Part of the wall near the door was paneled. He had hidden his security system's front door access behind that paneling. A push and a slide slid the deceptively flush surface aside, revealing a small keypad and screen linked to the small lens over the door frame. Scarlett. He was somewhat pleased that she was the first to come. No real reason why, but...

"I'm comming," he called back as he entered the deactivation code for the system. There was a slight pulse of light from the keys, the only notice it gave that the code was accepted, and he opened the door to let her in. "I've got the oreos all laid out and everything. Thank you for not kicking the door down this time," he grinned at her. Wow, she really did bring her guns. And while riding her bike too...

He was just waving her in when a familiar old bus eased it's way up the street and promptly parked before his home. An equally familiar hooded figure disembarked and headed up his walk way. Aaron. Hock, line and sinker. Of course; the bug's roll was never in question, it was getting the remainder of his small circle of friends to see his logic that was going to be the problem. "Yo, Aaron," he nodded in greeting. "Glad you made it."

**mew77** · 10-31-2012

It was a partially cloudy Wednesday, the air was brisk, the wind was lightly blowing and the pigeons were out for crumbs.

Emily had gotten up early in the morning as she was used to. Though she knew that she wasn't going in to work. She yawned and began to streach. Getting out of bed, she went through her morning routine and was ready for the visitors she'd be having.

Lucky had been busy this morning. Being used to waking at sunrise ever since her grandfather had raised her early in her life. She had applied her makeup, concealer for the small scales that had been forming on her neck. They were minor, not as big of a development as her fangs but a nuisance none the less. She chose her makeup color carefully as to compliment her eye colors for happiness, surprise, and lust..it never hurt to be prepared.

Her outfit today was one of the people, a blouse with a white and black pattern pleasing to the eye. A pair of grey trousers and red suspenders. Polished black boots with two latched and buckles a piece gave the impression she was quite used to being in the rough of things, not that she wasn't a stranger to them.

She took in a deep breath as she walked downstairs from her room. The carpet was a dull yellow, but she didn't mind. It often kept her shouting muffled from anyone in the other rooms. Coming to the kitchen she saw her only steady...campaign aid wasn't the word for it, but she liked the title. Conswela, that is how she spelled it, was busy cooking up eggs and toast with some peppers as well. She had true faith in Lucky's chances to help the lower skilled in the city to be given a fair shake.

"Well isn't this a treat?" Lucky spoke in a charming voice. Glancing behind her she heard that her daughter was coming down the stairs as well. She quickly grinned and waited just behind the turn in the stair well to pay her daughter back for the scare she had received yesterday.

Annette woke up early that morning, mom always told her of the benefits of waking up with the sun. She started her morning routine with basic hygeine and then moved on to stretches. She with some light stretches which consisted of splits, leg lifts and bridges, intermediate ones such as fitting herself into her old toy box, and advanced ones like trying to beat her old record for squeezing out of that box. After a couple brisk stretches she got dressed for the big day. While still wearing her leotard and tights, she threw on a button up navy blue vest with matching black pleated skirt. She added a nice collar with a black bowtie. Finding everything satisfactory she headed downstairs.

Approaching the stairwell she heard her mother at the bottom of the stairs.
Listen: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3759577/

All she could be sure of was that she was downstairs. With that Annette walked down the stairs.

As Annette passed the final step, Lucky flipped out her fangs and thought angery thoughts to change her eyes red. She leapt out in a "monster" like roar her hands out like the walking dead.

Annete turned the corner as she reached the final steps whereupon a red-eyed snake fanged woman lunged out at her. She yelped and fell backwards...

Tumble: 1d20+8=23

She righted herself as she fell doing a full back flip ending up about 5 steps above ground level. "Not fair, you snuck up on me this time.", she shouted as she came down the stairs again.

She laughed out, "You were hidden in a desk drawer! This is plenty fair banana!" She gave her a quick look over, "Turn around real quick.."

"I told you not to call me that.", Annette said as she turned a full circle in place before finishing her trek down the stairs.

"You look very nice, seems like my talks have help in your fashion. You look like a young lady now, not so much of a tomboy in tights."

"Thank you bunny but a tomboy, really?", Annette asked. She wore the pantyhose to avoid revealing too much when she wore a leotard. Her copper hair was cut just past shoulder length.

She quickly winked, "Lets have a quick breakfast."

"Yes, lets.", Annete said walking over to the table.

After having a little back and forth Lucky managed to talk Willard into driving them over the adress they had been given. It wasn't a bad nieghborhood, but it wasn't glamorous by any means either. Lucky was curious as to just who she would be meeting. As the car came to a stop, Lucky tore herself away from her thoughts.

Annette was quiet for most of the drive, she was thankful enough to be having a life so grand since her time in the orphanage. While at times she felt she was overdoing it when using her hidden talents but with bunny it was all just fun and games

"Thank you Willard, I will be in the company of a doctor today. You may return home. And as always if there is anything I can do for you just let me know." she batted her eyes a few time and put on a geunie smile. Willard had been a wonderful contrabution to her needs, a goos driver and a vocal man of the streets he had his ear to the gorund and had helped her with more than a few talking points.

. "Who is it we're meeting today bunny?", she asked stepping out of the car.

Stepping out of the car she brushed off the dust from the back of Annette's skirt, "We are meeting Emily Wolfe, a Doctor I am aquanited with. Thought I better keep you up on your shots." she winked.

(Bluff Check http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3759637/ 30)

Sense Motive: 1d20=4
(FAIL!)

"But I already had my shots this month.", Annette said following behind her mother as the two approached the door to the doctor's house.

Lucky grinned and rubbed the top of her head, "Come on you, maybe she will give you a sucker!" They moved to the house and knocked on the door.

"I'm not 10 any more fluffy, and the last time we came, I called her a fox and she nearly knocked me out...", but Annete was cut off by Lucky rapping on the door.

"Chose your words wisely, this woman knows where weak points are on the body." She hissed back as the door opened up.

Emily heard the knock on her door and went to it, opening it wide. "Hey Lucky! And Annette! Nice to see you again! I've been waiting all morning. So, you ready to go to Keith's plce?" She asked. "I can lead the way." She said, her ears were perking up dispite her not wanting that. "We can take your car." She suggested. "I'm sure Keith won't mind if I bring two people along."

" Hello Emily, sorry to make you wait this morning we had a quick breakfeast before we came. Yes I am sure we can fit you in the car as well, maybe we can even have you sit beside Willard. I gathered that you and he get along quite well." Lucky winked hoping to play match maker.

Annette was about to speak when the foxy lady greeted her at the front door, but held her tongue. She was almost knocked out each time she said it. And while it was sometimes fun to provoke people, Annette wanted to keep her head firmly attached to her shoulders. She replied with a quick curt, "Hello Emily."

"Nah, it's fine. I was up already. Hello Annette" She said, greatful she didn't open with some sort of furry joke like she usually did. She was getting tired of having to reset her bones after each time Annette called her that. "EMT work. Gotta start early. Don't get lots of sleep. If they need you, they need you yesterday, ya know?" She shrugged. "And... Willard? Remind me again who he is?"

"The love driver of our transportation, you know the old Irishman that offered to take you out to get a good meal. Scruffy beard, blue eyes, brown hair with a good sense of humor?"

Annette got a good chuckle out of bunny's vivid description of their driver to Emily.

"Ohhh yeah, him." She said and thought about it for quite a while. She was lonely being alone in her apartment for so long, but she never wanted to be with another human. Another mutant like herself, maybe she'd consider some companionship, but until then, she wasn't sure. "Maybe. I don't know for sure though." Emily entered the car and sat down carefully so as not to get her tail stuck in the door or sit on it uncomfortably. She was sitting next to who she presumed to be Walter and began issueing directions.

Annette took the backseat and buckled up. Out of safety concerns, she was no longer allowed to ride in the glove compartment. "Shall we get going?"

"It may take a while to reach this place, it isn't in our normal area of voters.." Lucky hoped Annette got the tone in her voice that this wasn't the safest place they were heading.

"I understand, but if it's so dangerous maybe I should hide in your handbag if we're out in the streets.", Annette replied half-jokingly.

Lucky made a face of horror, but her eyes went pink, "This is a limited piece, we can pratice on an old bag." she half-joked back.

"I fully understand, maybe a hiking backpack, more breathable.", Annette replied.

The trip didn't take long thankfully. Emily never could be sure how people would react to her. Some reacted with hostility, discrimination, and still others reacted with pervese lust towards her. Needless to say, she didn't like that one bit and she mae her opinions on the matter known to anyone that brought it up. "And here we are." she said. "Thanks for this, Walter." She said.

" Not a problem me love! perhaps oi can take yer oyt for a nice jar lay-ra dis eve?" He called back to her.

So far, seems harmelss... Emily thought. "Sure. Whenever I get the chance. I got such crazy hours. See ya in a bit!" She said being friendly and exited the car. Walking to the door, she knocked on it.

**blazinvire** · 10-31-2012

Scarlett had the illusion of someone waiting patiently if a little high and mighty, but she couldn't help letting out an audible 'Awww' of disappointment and her stance slouching in a pout, as she could hear Keith had gotten to the door before she had waited long enough to justify forced entry -again. It seemed he had learned from last time not to keep the impulsive military chick waiting, and it had been so fun last time.
"Heya Geekitty!" Scarlett offered the courtesy pleasantly before hearing the word Oreos from Keith -which was probably good timing because she was this close to roughly patting Keith on the head, "-Woohoo Oreos!"

Everything else pretty much went out the window after that, as Scarlett threw her hands up and barged in, strategically tossing her bag of gear beside a couch, dump all three armaments slung over her back, sort of twirl out of her coat and still managed to pluck an Oreo right before aerial-somersaulting onto the couch in a relaxed position -all in one smooth motion.
Her attention for the next minute was devoted to eating that single Oreo, though afterward when she'd retrieved a second she started eyeing Keith suspiciously, willing to give him a little while before interrogating him at gunpoint due to Oreo-bribery, maybe he'd explain what was going on before things got particularly out of hand.

Though before her imagination could have too much fun thinking of what might happen did the second of Keith's friends arrive, and Scarlett sort of froze in partial surprise, staring at a little at the man sheathed in an insectoid carapace, and the rest of her Oreo nearly fell from her mouth as she bit half way through it. Granted, mutants were hardly something to be shocked by in this day, especially for someone of the military who couldn't afford being surprised, so it was probably a combination of how extreme the mutation appeared and that Scarlett's guard was rather low at the moment.

"Woah..." Scarlett murmured, mouth half-full of Oreo, but otherwise keeping quiet, letting Keith keep the wheel of this party for the moment.

**Greycat** · 10-31-2012

"Easy on those cookies, Red," Keith warned as he closed the door behind him, reactivating the passive protocols of his security. His well crafted system was just another thing he would have to give up for this venture. On the other hand, he still have the plans as well as jottings about how to do it better the next time he had to do one. He slid the cover panel shut and heading into the room in time for Scarlett's performance. Personally, he found her display, though impressive, a bit much, but rewarded her efforts with a half smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Of course, considering the attention she was giving to the oreo, he very much doubted that she noticed anyway. He waved Aaron in the direction of any of the seats in the room. He glanced at the clock on the wall, then cocked his head as his ears perked in response to Scarlett's murmur. He sniffed a bit. "I know Aaron from the support group. We have a couple of the more... showy ones in membership. He's to be our driver. His bus is pretty good, considering it's age and appearance... ah, come on!"

His somewhat mixed review complement degraded into a frustrated whine as a knock sounded on the door. Just as he was sitting down. He hissed some expletives in a strange sounding tongue as he straightened and heading back to the door, repeating the ritual of disarming the security before swinging it open to admit the good doctress. "Dr. Reynard," he smiled, nodding at the fox lady. It was a somewhat new joke of his, at her expense of course, one Emily still hadn't pick up on. Otherwise, she would have given him a sound slap or three. He wanted to see how long it could last. It was going three weeks now. "I see you brought company..."

**Goldmarble** · 11-01-2012

"Yeah Cat, course you didn't tell me what this shit was about in the mail," he commented as he walked through the door, "so what's it about?" He asked as he swept back the hood of the sweater with his right hand, the black chitin flickering with the golden sheen under the lights of Keith's place. "You finally realize that those fuckin' Mormons are like a breeding ground for those fuckin' gaunts and it's time to get the fuck outta dodg-" Something caught his attention, a soft voice under breath. Pausing, he turned his odd head to look at the source. From the rigid plate-face of chitin, the unblinking segmented eyes with their faux-gold pupils and the two cresting ridges that run along the contours of his skull, he seemed about as alien as one could get from a mutation. Vaguely reminiscent of an insect with his bands and plates of chitinous armor. He noticed however, the woman herself, dark of skin, rather beautiful; if you liked your women well built and hard bodied. Which Aaron had nothing against at all. His attention was diverted to the bag beside the couch which didn't look anything of the sort that Keith would own.

He took a step forward to introduce himself, but was cut short as he pulled himself out of the stunned silence to realize that Keith was doing that already introducing him as the driver..."our driver?"

That alien face snapped back to Aaron, "Wait a second man. What the fuck is this?" His voice was hushed, but still obliviously loud, "You didn't say anything about anyone else man, jesus! What the fuck is this about that you'd drag others in for? Don't you think you should let certain people know what the hell it is you're planning before you start calling people in? I cleared space for you, not what's her tits over there! Lost my jo-" Suddenly he was cut off by the knock on the door behind them. "More?" Finally he threw his hands in the air, and walked into the living room. He found a chair and slumped into it, and then recoiled to hunch over. As he did, he drew the hood back over his head again before clasping his hands together and resting his chin on his outstretched thumbs while his elbows rested on his knees. His mind was racing, warring against whether this was an indignant breach of trust, that Keith seemed to have no qualms just volunteering him to be a fucking tour guide....or a more sensible part of his mind rationalized: What the hell could it be that would make Keith gather people like this. This wasn't really like Keith's normal behaviour.

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