Session Start: Sun Mar 05 00:00:00 2017
Session Ident: #Aeons_Daylight

<+MichaelM> “Whatever you’d prefer,” Kara tells Ramirez. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” She turns to Ruth next. “And I’ll be fine without anything.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Ruth, what’d you ask?!”

<+gruegirl> Ruth looks at Ramirez “What do you mean?”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “you said that I didn’t answer your question.”

<+gruegirl> “I asked if it was safe to talk about…” Ruth wiggles her fingers “Stuff here.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well..keep it soft and use alternate terms if you can but sure..either that or we can go somewhere else. What do you think, Kara?”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “We do need to talk about something else that really is actually important concerning that stuff.”

<+gruegirl> “I can probably make sure normals won’t hear us…” ruth says thinking a bit.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Talking about it like that, we might as well head out.” * drinks that third coffee. “But wait. I haven’t had a heart attack yet.” * he gets up and goes to order 3 more super kill everything doses of espresso shots galore.

<+MichaelM> “We live in the 21st century,” she says in hushed tones, “the other patrons will just assume we’re talking about a game or movie. Anyone tracking us would listen in wherever we went. At least here other people’s conversations might give us some cover.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods. “Okay then, just talk some side stuff with some things too odd. but go ahead.” * he set his cups down and sighs with glee. Maybe he’d leave here with a lot of shakes. lol

<+gruegirl> “If you havn’t guessed, I’m more used to working in fields that need secrecy.” Ruth shrugs. “I’ll try it anyhow. Couldn’t hurt to have extra privacy.” She digs into her bag and this time digs out a small white pill and she pops it.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Don’t. there are people out there we don’t want to do things casually with.”

<+gruegirl> Ramirez’s warning comes slightly too late as her magic’s already weaved… Ruth shakes her head as the haze hits her mind “Now you tell me…”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well, you’re so impulsive. Ah well. Just for real, there’s this group out there some of you aren’t taking serious or are underestimating. I was told about ’em by my mentor and he said they are no joke. What happened at the elevator, that’s not good news for us. We are going to have to check ourselves and try to keep the magic down. Don’t risk the ..ya

<@Death> know..negatives because this technocrap stuff will find us too, on top of the universe being mad.”

<+gruegirl> “I understand the universe being mad stuff.” Ruth says nodding “But what kinda group are you talking about? Witch-hunters or something?”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah, they are like us but well, really into making the universe boring and straight and there’s nothing different and unique about it. They don’t want any magical friction and we defy that just by existing. They want their stuff to be the way everyone does stuff and that’s it.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “To get those means, they will go to great lengths against us.”

<+MichaelM> “Sounds like exactly the kind of people I can’t stand,” Kara mutters, shaking her head slowly. “I never bought into the ends justifying the means, and I never will.”

<+gruegirl> “Yeah I kinda wish they were old fashioned spanish inquisition witch-hunters… That’d be better than a buncha squares wanting to make the world… ugh, normal.” Ruth says and rubs her temples “Of course, that could just be the Molly talking..>”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “That’s exactly it..Squares that want to make the world normal, but add in like Terminator stuff.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You either join and combine, like the Borg or something, or they send out the terminators after your ass.”

<+gruegirl> “So what you’re saying is I should invest in machine presses and giant vats of molten steel.” Ruth says and chuckles a bit.

<+MichaelM> “Well, that’s certainly an easy choice to make,” Kara observes solemnly.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You know, it might help when nothing else works. I dunno. I just know that these guys were like us but they are not now and they are hellbent to stop us.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Having some here isn’t a good thing and if we can keep quiet enough on some fronts and not do some stupid things..maybe they will go away.”

<+gruegirl> “If they’re as bad as you say, I’ll see about bringing in some hardware…” Ruth sighs “I was hoping not to start a gang war by keeping my operations on the down-low, but I really don’t need no men-in-black shit blowing my stuff up because I make people think funky shit by popping pills and blowing smoke.”

<+MichaelM> “I doubt they’re going to just go away. Not with the stuff that was down in that lab,” Kara observes.

<+gruegirl> “Oh lovely, these assholes are behind that shit too.” Ruth says as it’s very clear the drugs are hitting her she clears her throat and tries not to act too high in public.

<+MichaelM> “Oh, they didn’t blow up the lab,” Kara informs Ruth, “Cornel did. He was trying to escape punishment for holding Hope. We’re trying to help Zo find out where they went.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well, if they believe everything left, they might. And no, they weren’t behind the lab itself initially, I don’t think. I don’t know for sure but what Cornel was doing..I don’t know if it has any relation to them or not. Just safe to say what he did though has their attention. Maybe if we are good about it, they will move on to go in pursuit or whatever.

<@Death> We have an item so as long as we keep shit to ourselves and don’t do anything bad, we’ll find that douche Cornel but if people do stuff to get the technocraps looking at us, that’ll suck.”

<+gruegirl> “I’ll keep it in mind…” Ruth says writing down a few notes. “For now though, I’ll bring in some hardware… I guess I don’t haveta tell you I’m in the drug business.” She says looking at Kara.

<+MichaelM> “It’s okay. I just got out of the criminal forensics business myself,” Kara responds with a slight, sly smile.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ shrugs. “I do my stuff but I also keep it to myself generally. You’re pretty out front about it. If I did that, I’d probably be deported.” He snickers.

<+gruegirl> “I trust you guys, and anyone trying to listen in on us thinks we’re reading hamlet in Klingon.” Ruth says grinning. “But yeah. I got a gun guy… Occupational hazard. I figure non-magical weaponry for the mages in town probably won’t get the assholes too riled up. It’s still “normal”.”

<+MichaelM> “That’s fine by me,” Kara nods, “I can always bless my gear again in a pinch.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth nods “I’mma also work on some of my see-the-future stuff. Maybe if I get it good enough I might be able to get us some advance warning if shit goes down.”

<+MichaelM> “I can help teach something like that to you, if you’d like,” Kara offers. “Prophesying is one of my myriad of unwelcome affinities.”

<+gruegirl> “I’d appreciate that.” ruth smiles. “I can deal in thought, in time, and can tell if people are hurt… I’m still new at all this, but I’d like to help if I can. Better to make friends and kick ass.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I’d try to learn too if I could. I’m working on my specialties though first as I can since there’s no other like me here and it’s probably more useful I do that first.”

<+gruegirl> “It’s a bit of a headtrip being able to see multiple points in time.” Ruth says smirking.

<+MichaelM> “Very well,” Kara nods to them both, “I can teach you the form you’ll need to channel your power into, but the method by which you channel will have to be your own. Unless I can convince you to take up prayer.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I don’t do stuff like that so i’ll have to do it my way probably after that.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth smiles at Kara “I think you’ve seen my preferred channelling method. Basically I alter my perceptions or impose my thoughts into smoke.”

<+MichaelM> “Fair enough,” Kara concedes. “I’ll just pray enough for the both of you, then.”

<+gruegirl> “Could use all the help we can get from the big guy.” Ruth says with a grin.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I do pray in a way for serious stuff. Just I’m not like most of Christians. Santeria and voodoo is a pretty big part of me growin’ up.”

<+MichaelM> “I understand,” Kara replies with a smile, “my family was hardly what one would call conventionally catholic.”

<+gruegirl> “I’m an escaped catholic. Now I’m a general spiritualist.” Ruth says shrugging.

<+MichaelM> “Well,” Kara sighs, “at least you put it more politely than Arthur does.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “What’d Arthur say?”

<+MichaelM> Kara’s expression turns steely at the memory. “I told him I needed to talk to a priest,” she states, coolly, “and he said ‘What would you need a priest for? You’re not a little boy Kara.'” She clenches her jaw as she finishes the re-telling. “Needless to say, I am quite cross with him at the moment.”

<+gruegirl> “That’s not something you say…” Ruth says frowning and shaking her head “I havn’t been to mass in over a decade and I wouldn’t make that joke.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You know, I could see that if Arthur showed more intelligence of our world, but damn. Apparently he knows some obscure stuff. I joke about some stuff cuz I wish they’d take care of this stuff like that, but on the same note, not when something like this is going on. He’s kinda turning into a grade a asshole.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Sorry he did that to you.”

<+MichaelM> “Yes, well,” Kara mutters as she adjusts her glasses slightly, “Arthur is very good at being very difficult to work with. It’s fine.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “We need to learn not to give that boy booze or anything mood changing.”

<+gruegirl> “I’ve got a private stash that could probably knock him on his ass.” Ruth offers

<+MichaelM> “Like I said, it’s fine,” Kara says, trying to convince herself. “I’ll get over it. I’m more concerned with this kind of thing becoming a trend with him. He’s been acting strangely lately.” She pauses for a moment, realizing what she just said. “Strange for him, I mean.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Chica, he got drunk on silly jolly rancher shots and then another time like 2 beers. He’s not good at it and he’s annoying like that guy at parties you want to punch because he’s got like no control. You don’t give him nothing. Nada. Zilch. Even if he asks.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Maybe we need to have like some talk with him and figure what’s up with him. He kinda told us some info that wasn’t correct too.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth shrugs “He didn’t do too bad on weed… But yeah, I’ll cut ’em off.”

<+MichaelM> “You mean you’ve ever relied on him for coherent, accurate information?” Kara asks Ramirez, somewhat incredulous.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “It’s not like anyone warned me that he makes up stories. He had me thinkin’ his father was a bad hombre, but now.. the story I got from that new mage, Katie.. Cornel did something awful to him too possibly and Arthur has a twin that we knew nothing of, named Hope.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Also..he made up the Sidhe mother too.”

<+gruegirl> “Yeah, that’s either compulsive lieing or crazy. I don’t deal to crazy.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “He has Fae blood in him and apparently some demon something is in there somewhere too. I don’t know. I think that’s what they want Zo’s kid for. She’s the opposite, being half angel.. I don’t know for sure though, but in the end, he invented a lot of things but doesn’t bring up his twin sister at all. i’m going to ask him about her when I see him next.”

<+gruegirl> “Still doesn’t rule out compulsive liar or crazy.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Well, yeah, true but I figure it doesn’t do good to just go in a serious negative direction. He can be alright. Just he’s not like the rest of us even. He’s a mage but he’s other stuff too.”

<+gruegirl> “Well we’re all complex human beings and stuff. It’s what makes us individuals. I’m a druggie, a mage, a criminal, and probably a buncha other things.” Ruth says and then suddenly slams her head down on the table “Fuck… Acid flashback…”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Damn, acid never does that to me. Should we like..leave?”

<+gruegirl> “Nah… I’m just gonna…” She blinks a few times and stares at her hand “I’m… gonna need help getting to my car…”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “We shouldn’t be letting you drive like this.”

<+MichaelM> “My apartment’s just down the street,” Kara moves out of the booth, “we can get her there and she can sleep whatever this is off on my couch.”

<+gruegirl> “Mighty kind of you…” Ruth says shaking her head and holding her arm out “Now help me there before those little men eat my arm made out of marshmellows…”

<+MichaelM> “I’ve got a full complement of medical supplies and surgical equipment, plus magic and a masters in medicine.” Kara slips one of Ruth’s arms over her shoulders. “Let’s get you out of here. I can try and repress your castings, but we should move quickly regardless.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Alright, let’s do that then. Much better idea.” He’d pull out some gloves that looked fine, but when he put them on, they seemed to start if they were a year old, then more. He’d reach over though and take her arm to pull her out and take one side while Kara was helping.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “How about you lead and I’ll just carry her. We can say she drank too much.”

<+gruegirl> “Yeah… wish I knew acid stays in your spine for years when I started taking it…” She says smiling, “This trip’s awesome talking skateboard dog…”

<+MichaelM> “Here.” Kara reaches into a pocket with her free hand and passes Ruth a pill. “This will take the edge off. It wont last long, so swallow and let’s move.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth swallows the pill given and then goes on the move “Th-thanks…” She says she stumbles a bit but with an arm around Kara manages to go where directed

<+MichaelM> “Thank a lifetime of alchemical obsession and five degrees,” Kara smiles wryly as she begins to lead them out the door and towards her apartment.

<+gruegirl> Ruth flops on the couch. “I should be fine-ish…” she says rubbing her temples “I can’t control the casting when the flashback starts… I think I got some of that para-dox stuff instead… My head does hurt…” her nose is bleeding a little

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ would head out helping take Ruth down to the apartment, as swiftly as they were able to without looking all herpy derpy awkward, well more than they needed to. If people gave looks, he’d look back at them like ‘what’s your problem?’ and keep going. He’d then go get a box of tissues and set it down by her.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Maybe try to close your eyes and relax. A bad trip can pass with some meditation sometimes helping.”

<+MichaelM> “Right, well you’re getting a medical examination anyway,” Kara mutters. She walks over to one of the kitchen cabinets and pulls out a set of surgical gloves and medical examination tools. With a sharp snap, she dons the latex gloves and turns back to Ruth. “Now, get ready to turn your head and cough.”

<+gruegirl> Ruth dabs her nose “Notta bad trip… It’ll be a few minutes before it goes bad… Always goes bad.” She says lieing back and closing her eyes. She considers taking out her cigarette case for a joint but when her hand turns into a bird she thinks better. It takes a while for her to respond to Kara’s instructions but she does comply.

<+gruegirl> Other than being high out of her gord, she’s healthy. Some slight lung deterioration but that’s from smoking 4 joints and a pack of cigarettes a day for almost 20 years.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I thought that only happened to guys.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “if she is casting weird ass shit, can’t we just knock her out?”

<+MichaelM> Kara just touches her hand to the Ruth’s temples and closes her eyes. After a few moments she frowns, and pulls a small crucifix on a necklace out from under the collar of her sweater with her free hand. She touches the cross to her temple, chest, and each shoulder, and mutters in german. After a few more moments, she steps away.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Cuz we -really- don’t need this. I’m serious about the technocracy.”

<+MichaelM> “Agreed.” Kara nods, then turns back to Ruth. “I’ve done what I can for your lungs. I’m going to put you under now. I have a saline drip and some sedatives in my room.”

<+MichaelM> “Unless you think you can control it now,” Kara amends.

<+gruegirl> Feeling the drugs leave her system, Ruth sits up “Ugh… heck of a sober-spell…” She looks around “I think I got it… I only get about a flashback a week or so, and it isn’t always that bad.”

<+gruegirl> “Usually only lasts a few minutes.”

<+MichaelM> “Alright. If you say so,” Kara nods. “You can sleep here if you’d like, or have someone pick you up.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah, we’ll be here or if you wanna go, that’s fine.” He’d look around checking out kara’s apartment because why not? He was in here.

<+MichaelM> Kara’s apartment is a small one. It has a basic lounge area, a kitchenette, a bedroom, supply closet, and bathroom. One corner of the lounge appears to be a makeshift altar. A computer sits on the other side of the lounge. The kitchen is meticulously kept, with volatile chemicals and alchemical mixtures side-by-side with foodstuffs. A few posters line the walls. One for the new Ghostbusters, one for the X-Files, and one for Firefly. The bedroom and closet are locked.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yer kinda a nerd, huh? That’s cool, Kara. I would have thought though that someone with your job would make more money for a bigger place. You saving for something else?”

<+MichaelM> Kara chuckles nervously. “I guess you just over-estimate my income. Besides, I’m unemployed at the moment, remember.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah, but you weren’t like before this stuff. Was just curious. It’s probably not a cool question to ask.”

<+MichaelM> “No, it’s fine,” Kara smiles reassuringly, “I don’t mind if you’re curious.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Thanks for entertaining me. I know I’m younger than many of you and I just pretty much became woke like not long ago.”

<+MichaelM> “How young are you, exactly? You can’t be that much younger,” Kara inquires, curious. “And you didn’t wake much after I did.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I’m 19. How old are you?”

<+MichaelM> “28. Okay, I might be one of the older ones in our chantry,” Kara admits. “I guess that’s why I play the adult so much. Somebody has to feel responsible.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “You do seem to be pretty responsible. Thanks for being tolerant though.”

<+MichaelM> “I like to think of it as practice,” Kara smiles wryly, “I appreciate how much you all give me.” She turns to the window and takes a few steps toward it, staring out into the sky. “Besides, among other things, I am called to compassion and understanding. It would not be a Holy calling if it were easy.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Is that what you think being a Mage is?”

<+MichaelM> “It’s what it means to me.” Kara glances back at him, her face completely serene, completely devoid of its normal hints of anxiety. “That brings me peace. You must find your own way, of course, but I hope it brings you just as much comfort and certainty.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I dunno what it brings right now, other than now I’m more a freak than I was before and I can do some awesome things..but there’s like stuff out there that wants to kill us too. I’d like to think that there’s a reason though. I mean..why would we be awakened..have these avatars.. feel like we do? Why do we have connections to various things..from time to space, matter, life, death..spirit.. And so it must mean something. There must be something behind that..some story.”

<+MichaelM> Kara smiles softly. “I asked those same questions for a long time. I found the answers in Faith.” She turns back to the window and runs a thumb across the glass surface. “I believe I was called for a reason, and will pursue it come what may.” She thinks for a moment, then turns back. “Would you like to try something?”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah sure, what?”

<+MichaelM> “What are your feelings on telepathy?” Kara asks.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “It’s like something Charles Xavier does that’s cool.”

<+MichaelM> “Right,” Kara drawls, pretending she doesn’t know who that is. “Like I said earlier, I can see things. Sometimes the future, sometimes the past, sometimes…more. I can try and share a vision. It might help give you answers, or might just provide you with more questions.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Okay, sure. Sounds fun.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ heads over to where she was.

<+MichaelM> “Er,” Kara looks hesitant, “are you sure you don’t want to think that over? This doesn’t seem the kind of thing you should just jump into.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I died and came back. What do I really have to lose? I don’t fear much after that.”

<+MichaelM> Kara sighs. “Well, I suppose it’s my fault for offering. Let me have a few days to do some research on the topic at least. We can try it once I have a little more than a hunch it might work.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Alright. I’m curious why you want to try now. Is there a reason or just curiosity?”

<+MichaelM> “I’d rather not try now before making some basic precautions,” Kara states, then glances at her computer. It seems to tilt slightly towards her and a calendar appears on the screen with Monday night marked in red. “It’s easier to go into prophesying with an unburdened mind.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods. “I will just agree because I don’t know.” * he smirks. “So you’ve been a mage for a long while? You and Angela seem to have the most experience it seems.”

<+MichaelM> “I’m a quick study,” Kara smiles sheepishly. “It’s only been a few months, but I suppose hyperactivity has its benefits.” She raises a fist and coughs unconvincingly into it. “Of course, a masters in anomalous studies didn’t hurt.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “So like you were studying supernatural weird stuff before you became awakened?”

<+MichaelM> “Er…maybe?” Kara scratches the back of her head apprehensively. “My whole family’s kind of obsessed with this stuff. I was too for a while. Still am, really.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I like..saw weird stuff sometimes here or there. My abuela was big into Santeria and told me about spirits and stuff, because I could hear them anyway showed me some things here or there..but like there are some weird cults out there too that do some bad wicked stuff.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Like they worship the old gods and those gods want sacrifices.”

<+MichaelM> “Sounds like something out of Lovecraft. Which,” Kara concedes, “is completely believable given the things we’ve seen.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah.. I kinda feel bad for Arthur. He seems like some Frankenstein like creation..but maybe this guy, Al..he cared for the kids. I wonder if the girl Hope is ok and Zo’s kid are.”

<+MichaelM> “I believe she is,” Kara states immutably, “but we’re going to rescue her either way. I won’t stop looking no matter what.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ nods. “ don’t deserve that.”

<+MichaelM> “I’ve seen the reports,” Kara says coolly, “the things they’re doing to her…nobody deserves that.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I didn’t get to see much. I just figure by what we saw, this guy Cornel is pretty determined to get his fucking immortality at any cost.”

<+MichaelM> “Then we stop him at any cost,” Kara declares simply. “He doesn’t get away with this.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Kinda confused. You’d think a mage could probably get around death if he or she was that imaginative without having to be a vampire ghoul either. Really though, there is a cycle and though I think we should challenge stuff here and there by nature, I do think it’s kinda stupid to murder other people just so you can get by old age.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I mean, the guy isn’t even useful or something to like make even an excuse for it.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “He should’a just became a blood sucker. Some of them are alright.”

<+MichaelM> “One of them locked me in a box, you know,” Kara says with a slight grin.

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Which one? One of the Camarilla ones?”

<+MichaelM> “I don’t know,” Kara shrugs. “His name was Zane. I used to drink at his bar. Well, when I still drank that is.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ laughs a bit. “I like Zane. Sorry he locked you in a box. Why’d he do that? He seems pretty cool to me. I watched him stake another vampire that walked into his bar like he owned the place. It was so awesome.”

<+MichaelM> “Well,” Kara expositions, “I was on a case, and I was getting to close to accidentally exposing the camarilla. I found his hideout just before dawn. He locked me in a box, then talked to me next night. I called in a CDC alert instead of ending up in a shallow grave. Two weeks later, Cornel showed up at my work and offered me what I thought was the job of a lifetime. The rest is history.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “ Guess I didn’t see the bad side aimed at me. They are pretty serious on this masquerade thingie. Probably because of groups like what Cornel does.”

<+MichaelM> Kara nods. “Yes, but probably out of fear of what would happen if humanity at large found out about them.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah. The other guy was from some group called Sabbat that they don’t get along with..who Zane staked. They are interesting beings.”

<+MichaelM> “I think you’re underselling them.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “What do you mean?”

<+MichaelM> “Nothing in particular,” Kara admits. “I’ve seen some of the weapons devised against them. Anything that requires specialized weapons of that complexity have to be interesting.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I do think they are interesting but I also like hanging out with Zane. He’s rather cool.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “He’s kind of like some people I knew back at home in Tijuana. Tough but he has a code.”

<+MichaelM> “He seems nice,” Kara admits, “even if he tried to bond me to him.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “Yeah.. I ain’t going to say he’s not rough around the edges and all.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I should probably get going. Kinda getting tired now and it’s late.”

<+MichaelM> “It didn’t work, so I don’t mind,” Kara says cheerfully, then nods. “Yeah. I have some work to do before tomorrow. Thanks for your help today. I hope it’s enough to keep me from embarrassing myself.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ “I am glad to help. You are going to be great at this.” He’d wave and then head to the door. “See you later!”

<+MichaelM> “Karesha.” She calls out after him. She’s staring out the window once more, looking thoughtful. “It’s my full name. It means ‘little woman.’ That’s what they’re blackmailing me with.” A smile tugs at the corner of her lip. “I just thought you should know. Goodnight Ramirez.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ was wondering what ‘Karesha’ meant after she said it but then the explanation followed and he smiled. “Thanks. I’ll keep it to myself. Gnight, Kara.”

<@Death> ~*Ramirez*~ waved and then would be off, heading to the theater.

<+MichaelM> Kara looks out the window for a minute more, then locks the door and heads to bed herself.

Session Close: Mon Mar 06 00:00:00 2017