DeadDropany dialogue back or should I just short post it and wait for response?
Not much dialog back and forth here, so do the dialog you want, and then I'll do his in my next post.
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Not much dialog back and forth here, so do the dialog you want, and then I'll do his in my next post.
Okay, very well, then.
@ArkitektDo as you see fit with the vagrant situation. I'll do my checks after posts have been made, as usual.
@ArkitektDo as you see fit with the vagrant situation. I'll do my checks after posts have been made, as usual.
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There is an opportunity now to exit the roleplay without much fuzz or complication. The patients have been instructed to return home or follow along to the station. If anyone wants to quit the roleplay, for whatever reason, and that's okay, we will assume that their character simply returned home.
There isn't much to this, just letting you know. Nobody will be mad, I won't think anything of it, if you want to drop out now. It happens all the time, we know this, not a big deal.
There is an opportunity now to exit the roleplay without much fuzz or complication. The patients have been instructed to return home or follow along to the station. If anyone wants to quit the roleplay, for whatever reason, and that's okay, we will assume that their character simply returned home.
There isn't much to this, just letting you know. Nobody will be mad, I won't think anything of it, if you want to drop out now. It happens all the time, we know this, not a big deal.
Evening transpired to night. The presence of law enforcement had attracted the odd bystanders outside the building. Whereas the interior was once akin to a grave, it was now brisk with life and movement. More police had arrived at the scene along with medical assistance. The officers and detectives upstairs were busy taking statements from everyone at the scene. Some conversations were more successful than others. Linda was a helpful presence in facilitating the exchange with some of the patients that had issues with interaction of any kind. Of course, she herself was extensively investigated concerning everything that led up to this point in time. The truth of the matter was that the spectacle was a complete unknown to her. There had been no suspicion of any kind. The Doctor did not have any so called enemies, legal troubles, or disgruntled patients. The incident came about like thunder from a cloudless sky.
Linda had recommended the detective to take Keandre with them to the station. His attitude had been less than favorable in this challenging situation — at least, that is what Linda felt either consciously or subconsciously. The word was that the man was a liability to himself and others, emotionally unstable, and a slave to impulse. Linda claimed that she was not experienced enough to facilitate any discussions with Keandre at this time. The detective, Russell’s old partner, attempted to explain the arrangement to the man in question. Linda stood by Bill’s side and had a rather sinister stare fixated on Keandre. She did not utter a single syllable as the plan was being spoken by the detective. They could not force Keandre to go with them, but Bill was determined to listen to Linda’s educational recommendation as a practicing professional. Linda herself turned her attention elsewhere before the issue was properly resolved. “So, what do you say? The station will be a safer and much more comfortable place to talk,” the detective said.
Linda took note of a tiny intruder in the corner of her eye. Alex had made her way into the office where Richard and Linda kept files, computers, and all manner of documentation. That little brat was not supposed to be in there. Linda’s temper was plunging by the second. The blonde had not ventured far into the room before the shadow of the psychiatrist loomed behind her. “What are you doing? There is nothing in here for you.” The tone of Linda’s voice had taken a dark turn from the usual comfort. “Go back out there and speak with one of the officers.” Linda had no intention to wait for the girl to exit the room. There was nothing secret or dangerous in there, as far as anyone could tell. The police needed access to all the rooms, anyway. Linda proceeded to open everything up that she could before returning to the spectacle in reception. There, she felt the scent. The scent from the mirror became particularly pungent when Linda had returned to the spectacle again. She also caught Valerian speaking to himself or something. However, Linda did not interfere with it — she chose to observe, instead. The sound of muffled thuds and strange distortions in the space around the mirror also caught her attention. Lind was oddly at ease with it. There was no distinguishable reaction other than keeping an eye on Valerian, who in turn seemed to manage Emily.
Stanton’s family needed to be told about the incident. Linda informed everyone that needed to know that she was on her way out. She insisted that medical personnel should not contact Stanton’s wife. Instead, Linda was to deliver the news in person. As these instructions came about to those standing in the hallway, it would probably come off as odd to anyone who had dealt with Linda for just a brief time. The officers did not notice anything and seemed to agree to it. Medical procedures were going to inform relatives, anyway. There was nothing they could do about that, but Linda would make it before them if she left now. She was slightly hasty about her movement towards the elevator, but something stopped her dead. A split second passed and she proceeded to completely turn around towards the stairwell, instead. She made an awkward gesture, as if she had remembered something, and put effort into ignoring everyone that she passed. The detective, Bill, was distracted by the Keandre situation, so he might not have noticed this turn of events.
Just as Linda had vanished, the elevator doors slid open. A man stood inside. He looked to be a vagrant, a homeless man, clad in layers and a deep hoodie. A junior officer stood by the elevator and was taken a bit by surprise. “Can I help you, sir? This is an active crime scene”, he said and held the visitor at an arm’s length, which prevented any exit from the elevator. The vagrant stood silent for a moment while staring at those by the reception entrance. “I need to speak with someone here, a patient.” The man had pleasing voice, perfectly smooth. “I’m sorry, sir, but you cannot speak with the witnesses at this time,” the junior officer said. The vagrant made a simple gesture at Serena, and then at Russell. “Either of those two, or both”. The scene was about to be closed off for forensics. The patients were instructed to follow along to the station or return home and await further instructions. An officer would approach each patient or be directed by the detective himself. However, the vagrant lingered and insisted that he speak to one of the two — or all of the patients.
Linda had recommended the detective to take Keandre with them to the station. His attitude had been less than favorable in this challenging situation — at least, that is what Linda felt either consciously or subconsciously. The word was that the man was a liability to himself and others, emotionally unstable, and a slave to impulse. Linda claimed that she was not experienced enough to facilitate any discussions with Keandre at this time. The detective, Russell’s old partner, attempted to explain the arrangement to the man in question. Linda stood by Bill’s side and had a rather sinister stare fixated on Keandre. She did not utter a single syllable as the plan was being spoken by the detective. They could not force Keandre to go with them, but Bill was determined to listen to Linda’s educational recommendation as a practicing professional. Linda herself turned her attention elsewhere before the issue was properly resolved. “So, what do you say? The station will be a safer and much more comfortable place to talk,” the detective said.
Linda took note of a tiny intruder in the corner of her eye. Alex had made her way into the office where Richard and Linda kept files, computers, and all manner of documentation. That little brat was not supposed to be in there. Linda’s temper was plunging by the second. The blonde had not ventured far into the room before the shadow of the psychiatrist loomed behind her. “What are you doing? There is nothing in here for you.” The tone of Linda’s voice had taken a dark turn from the usual comfort. “Go back out there and speak with one of the officers.” Linda had no intention to wait for the girl to exit the room. There was nothing secret or dangerous in there, as far as anyone could tell. The police needed access to all the rooms, anyway. Linda proceeded to open everything up that she could before returning to the spectacle in reception. There, she felt the scent. The scent from the mirror became particularly pungent when Linda had returned to the spectacle again. She also caught Valerian speaking to himself or something. However, Linda did not interfere with it — she chose to observe, instead. The sound of muffled thuds and strange distortions in the space around the mirror also caught her attention. Lind was oddly at ease with it. There was no distinguishable reaction other than keeping an eye on Valerian, who in turn seemed to manage Emily.
Stanton’s family needed to be told about the incident. Linda informed everyone that needed to know that she was on her way out. She insisted that medical personnel should not contact Stanton’s wife. Instead, Linda was to deliver the news in person. As these instructions came about to those standing in the hallway, it would probably come off as odd to anyone who had dealt with Linda for just a brief time. The officers did not notice anything and seemed to agree to it. Medical procedures were going to inform relatives, anyway. There was nothing they could do about that, but Linda would make it before them if she left now. She was slightly hasty about her movement towards the elevator, but something stopped her dead. A split second passed and she proceeded to completely turn around towards the stairwell, instead. She made an awkward gesture, as if she had remembered something, and put effort into ignoring everyone that she passed. The detective, Bill, was distracted by the Keandre situation, so he might not have noticed this turn of events.
Just as Linda had vanished, the elevator doors slid open. A man stood inside. He looked to be a vagrant, a homeless man, clad in layers and a deep hoodie. A junior officer stood by the elevator and was taken a bit by surprise. “Can I help you, sir? This is an active crime scene”, he said and held the visitor at an arm’s length, which prevented any exit from the elevator. The vagrant stood silent for a moment while staring at those by the reception entrance. “I need to speak with someone here, a patient.” The man had pleasing voice, perfectly smooth. “I’m sorry, sir, but you cannot speak with the witnesses at this time,” the junior officer said. The vagrant made a simple gesture at Serena, and then at Russell. “Either of those two, or both”. The scene was about to be closed off for forensics. The patients were instructed to follow along to the station or return home and await further instructions. An officer would approach each patient or be directed by the detective himself. However, the vagrant lingered and insisted that he speak to one of the two — or all of the patients.
@ArkitektThe powder wouldn't have any effect on her by simple physical contact. You'd have to ingest it for it to do something, which could be many different things.
What's in the office :3
Oh, curious. I can detail that in my next post, for sure.
I'm sorry guys, my creative juice seems to have run real low and has left nothing behind but spitback. Felt nothing but tired the past few days.
Also I usually do my writing at work but now it's the busiest time of year for us, so it's harder to squeeze something in. I'm not leaving just yet, though.
It happens to all of us. Good that you say something, though. That's the thing that is rare. I'll move Bernard along with us and write for him, sparingly, so that he isn't totally left to the ether.
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@DeadDropAlex seems to keep it together after seeing the Doctor in his miserable state. I've placed Alex as entering the Office of the apartment complex. You can see it if you look at the tiny map I posted just earlier. If you want it to be the kitchen, instead, I can move Alex's little dot on the map.
@ProsaicFor Keandre's little snap at Linda we're rolling Influence Other, which didn't go well. So, expect some kind of complication to come along. I'll detail it in my next post.
@SilverPawOh boy, where to start? I checked Keep It Together first, which wasn't bad, but not good. I think you covered Valerian's reactions well, so no further complications needed. I also checked Sixth Sense, which turned out great. So, in your next post, detail how Valerian is convinced that the mirror is a doorway to somewhere else in this world or another. However, raise some interest in knowing how it works to create one. This mirror was clearly a fluke, some residue of whatever entity that killed the Doctor. But, if that is possible, then it should be possible for you to create one as well.
@MST3K 4everStraight forward post. No need to roll things. All good.
@ArkitektSo, there is some suspicion about Linda. I checked Sixth Sense, including the gang/cult bonus for Serena. Unfortunately, at this time, there isn't much to learn. There might be suspicion, but it's all just hard cooked, raw police work at this time. Maybe Serena will get some sense for things in the future, if she keeps being suspicious of Linda.
You forgot the strategic placement of the cookie box, though.
I should never be forgiven for this crime. But, I'm not sure if this would be 'how it actually is'. I easily get scattered when there are many actors in a small space, so I need a decent reference. And when I'm the GM, I feel like I can share my notes on it, so why not.
I think we need some sense of where everyone is and a local layout. I made a sort of map of the interior and everyone's position. It's a rough estimate based on posts so far, and the proportions are not accurate. Look at it and see if your perception of things is different or something should be different.
I hope I got everyone now, lots of people to keep track of.
I hope I got everyone now, lots of people to keep track of.
@ArkitektI think your interpretation of the specific location within the building is spot on. I didn't give it that much detailed thought, only that it was the building opposite of Yeshiva Ketana, on W 89th. Serena could definitely see the cops coming by looking outside the window, or just seeing the blue light reflections/flashing within the apartment itself.
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