HeySeuss

The Hidden People

He called down to Parael, who called up to him moments earlier, "I can't dial for some reason. I just tried your number and the Club! I've been staring at this thing for five minutes trying to make my finger go in." The barbiturate he'd taken mellowed him out so he was actually matter of fact while some girl blew in all out of sorts, which seemed to be the effect of the news getting around. Doing surprisingly agile calculations based on prior consumption history, Rusty reckoned that he had another forty five minutes of mellow before he'd need to a) take another Mexican Yellow or b) come down and cope.

He was a big dude wearing a vest that had the embroidered letters, "WILD HUNT MC" with "LA MESA" beneath it, but heavy lidded eyes, once the pills kicked in and he stopped freaking as much. There were some other patches on the vest: "1%" "PRESIDENT." Meanwhile, everyone seemed to be coming to from the party, possibly awoken by the way the door got kicked down and the way Parael screamed.

"What, you mean dialing the phone? Sure, here, take it if you need it. I was trying to dial out because some mummy just awoke from his slumber and offed most of the court without even even getting his bandages singed, but it just isn't letting me call." usually he would be growling, but the yellow had that calming effect of keeping what would be a snappish response down to a resigned sigh. There was a girl in her underwear and a t-shirt rooting around the cabinets, this guy and whoever else was around.

He just shuffled over to the sink with a sippy cup and drank some of that wholesome New Camden water and waited for Parael. Rusty wasn't a sorcerer; it was hard to say what that was and what was going on, but he sort of was hoping that Parael would have the answer. Of course, Parael just told him point blank that he gave the wrong charm to de Lacy and seemed to be taking this all very badly. And if he weren't buzzing off a potent anti-anxiety medication, he'd probably be worrying more about that, except he was in a state of 'fuckit' and that seemed like a good way to be for the moment.

The Hidden People

I'll likely not be posting again today. Give other people a chance to get in. Parry is trying (and will fail) to find his flaming sword in the basement.

@Aleranicus

So here's the thing; half of me says, "Yes, slow down a bit" but the other half of me says, "Ride it while it's hot." I also want people to be aware that small posts with interaction seem to work best for this RP, and give people lots to work off of and a good way to get the ball rolling on your end.

For example, someone could chase Parael down to the vault. Someone else could ask Rusty what the heck has him sweating and staring at a phone, and why he'd only take (only) one Mexican Yellow when he's known for gobbling drugs in general rather indiscriminately. No one shows up at 5:30am unless there's some sort of shit going on, it's the passing out hour for cryin' out loud. :)

The Hidden People

Woah, things are moving pretty quickly. @HeySeuss I got a few questions to help me write my post.

1: I think I asked this earlier, but is Nemsemet's magic powerful enough to be sensed from a long distance? Abigail's not super precise but detecting a massive blast of dark energy might change her mood a bit.

@Stitches

I think it's safe to say that to a sensitive, Nemsemet's force is felt pretty overwhelmingly, like a weather event so immense that it screws up the more delicate instruments.

1.5: and since it looks like anyone who gets word of Nemsemet's existence is stuck in town, would that principle apply to detecting aforementioned big fuckoff blast of dark magic?

Yes, absolutely. Things that know about Nemsemet cannot call out of town or leave town. What is over the city also has effects of concealing his existence to those outside it.

2: what time is it? What's the date? This is more for the fluff of the post like talking about the weather and all that, but since Abigail's a student I'll need to figure out if she's still going to school before shit hit the fan.

I'm going to call an audible and say it's the summertime.

3: with that in mind, when did the party start? I get the feeling Abigail might not even be in Parael's house at the moment, she probably went with Victor then fucked off when everyone got too high for her liking.

I'd say pre-dawn, or the sun is just peeking up.

The Hidden People

I'll be posting again in a few hours. Wrapping up at job #2 right now. Of course, any other party attendees are free to post as well!

Subplot: The Hangover: Supernatural Editio

@Aleranicus

Well, if Caradoc de Lacy and court was Emilio Estevez and Molly Ringwald, then this bunch are Ally Sheedy and Judd Nelson.

We should never have a completely sober cast at any given time. Someone must be high.

Edit: Hangover IV: Mummy Dearest.

The Hidden People

Parael was talking so fast that Rusty could only track half of that, but he got the page number at the least as he made for the kitchen. Lots of people, varying stages of wastedness, and little bowls and bottles half full. For a daycare owner, he really did have a lot of shit going around, it really was a 'back to the 70's' party with all the trimmings, including a sugar jar, lift the top and sniff -- yep. Cocaine. The crazy thing was that it was all in kid-safe plastic, and bright colors.

Some stoned motherfucker had drunk like a milk crate's worth of juice boxes, whose crumpled remains were littered about the place. Someone had fingerpainted while stoned. Usually, he'd appreciate the ambience, particularly if he'd participated and went whatever direction the trip took him.

Usually, he'd be tempted by all the candy, but not today. Instead, he grabbed one, just one, of the yellows, pentobarbital, and dry-swallowed it. He needed calm, but he didn't need conked out. He waited for it, waited for it...then he stopped waiting and just went for the phone, trusting the capsule to melt in his acid-pit of a stomach quickly and bring him down to a mellower place.

Cookbook, page 240 something...one...two...three, phone number surrounded by inappropriate stick figure drawings done in some sort of mockery of the kama sutra.

He picked up the phone and got ready to stick his finger in the rotary dial and found that, as he tried to put his dirty, oily digit in that clean hole, he couldn't do it. He tried every finger he had. He tried the other hand, he got a pen and tried to stick that in, but he couldn't force himself to dial.

Then he tried the number to the place the guys were staying at on Lake Talbot. Same thing; big hairy-scary biker dude trying to make his finger go into the phone dial, while the dial tone went to the beeping that it gave when the phone was left off the hook too long without dialing. That went on for minutes, as the sweat beaded on his forehead and he stared at that thing like he was trying to will it to dial with his mind.

In a normal state, he would have yelled out "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKERFUCKINGFUCK!" But he'd taken the Mexican yellow a few minutes ago. He would have slammed the phone down, but thanks to the wonders of modern (well, 1950's) chemistry, he replaced it in the cradle with a mellow sigh.

"...fuck..."

The Hidden People

I have updated to 18+ not for sex, but for drugs. Incoming post.

Edit: Well, the phone-finger thing was described graphically too.

The Hidden People

Got a busy weekend of work, but I should have some time at night to bang out a post!

@Atrophy

A couple paragraphs is fine, honestly. I think it helps the flow of posting better when people are not pressured to post novels. It's not like anyone will jump in and go, "Not advanced enough!" because GM's can make these decisions within their own RP's.

Anyway, I'm glad this is going to get running. Weekend mornings I'll be driving Uber to help defray my costs with my new car, but I'll be around this weekend and afternoons on most weekends.

The Hidden People

"Yeah, well it definitely doesn't work on whatever this guy is. Nemsemet just wiped out Caradoc de Lacy and most of his posse single-handed, along with some of the hanger-ons. I barely got my ass out of there intact. I -was- riding out of town, but something fucking stopped me in the middle of the road. I need a sorcerer to look at it and figure out just what the hell that is. Then I want to unwrap that fucking mummy! He killed some of my pack!"

Rusty, blowing town? It usually didn't work like that, Rusty was a lot of things, but he didn't generally run away from a fight. The man tended to go where he would and courted trouble.

"You got a phone?" He couldn't get out, but maybe he could bring the boys in. Some of the chapters were at Lake Talbot, in the Appalachians for the yearly club retreat. They sat around a lake, got high, fucked with bikes and sold drugs to hikers and college students. It wasn't as good as it was in the late 60's and early-to-mid 70's, but it was a club tradition. He only came down to New Camden because de Lacy called him in with a few guys, not wanting an entire club to come in and wreak havoc on his town. Rusty obliged, because he smelled a good deal and desperation.

Now he was the desperate one. Breathing heavily, holding himself in check, chest heaving.

The Hidden People

"Par--FUCK!"

The door slamming was not intended as disrespect. It was Parael being Parael, too high to process and thinking Rusty was just there to get him more drugs. Rusty, muttering cusswords, knocked a few more times to no answer from the man, who appeared baked out of his skull. That wasn't precisely unexpected and it wasn't like he could go all Merle Haggard on the man after nearly two decades of doing all the drugs himself.

But he didn't have time to screw around on this. He knew damn well that the door had a real chance of being warded, but he also was in a desperate situation.

He was in the drug business, with people that didn't write checks and he'd had to do collections before. It was never fun, and supernaturals tended to have precautions. He gave the door a good looking over; it was solid wood and a heavy lock, but he'd done this before.

So he raised a booted leg up and gave it a good kick, right under the knob. One hard kick and it buckled some. Two and it started to splinter. Third, aimed slightly higher, kicked the lock mechanism right out.

Surprisingly, it didn't electrocute him, singe him or otherwise do harm. He was expecting that, but he couldn't know that Parael's wards were designed to go after someone that wanted to do the man harm. His intent was the opposite, "YO! PARAEL! WE NEED TO TALK NOW!" he bellowed down the hallway. No sense braving further traps if he didn't have to.

The Hidden People

@HeySeuss Just to be clear, Rusty is absolutely free and encouraged to huff and puff and blow the door down XD

@Aleranicus

That makes sense. I'll come up with a response so that everyone else can react to it.