No Cocaine in the Bedroom, Please
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ShadowHaven Naomi Fisk | Major Corp | ||||||||
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Chameleon Backseat Heart of the Tempest Brine Quoth Mirage Miut Getaway Grackle Asura Doggie Bag Titan Poe The Collector |
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Summary
Background
Naomi Fisk, after an extended courtship with Chameleon, has agreed to move in with him and, as such, they are throwing a housewarming party.
The Party
Session 1
As folks began to filter into the housewarming party for Naomi and Chameleon, good conversation occurs as some of the Haven runners meet each other for the first time and some old friends reconnect. Chameleon's invitation pulls out some of the older crowd of the Haven as well as a small pile of newer runners without much street cred to their name - but willing to use the time and place to network a bit and meet some of their colleagues.
Session 2:
As the party, chatter, and food continue on, a sudden downpour of rain begins. While the Emerald City is always vaguely rainy, this seems sudden and just as equally severe. Broad sheets of rain pelt down on the condo's windows as dark clouds roll in with surprising quickness. There is the vague sense of ear-popping pressure as a massive stormfront rolls in, adding the occasional crack of thunder or brief pelting of hail from the upper atmosphere.
The sudden dimness in the early evening casts a shadow over the condo, as does the sense of foreboding and that comes with it.
A number of the party-goers notice the strange weather and Quoth, in particular, seems to be certain that they saw the walls bleeding for just a moment. Assensing the issue, they realize there is a magical front pushing the suddenly strange and severe storm.
Session 3:
The rolling of the rain over the windowpanes. The sky darkening with deep and foreboding clouds. The beginnings of the thin edge of tension, of adrenaline, of flight-or-fight. After all, this is a house filled with runners - fighters, awakened, killers, and thieves.
With a crack of lightning that rattles the windows, the storm seems to get worse. What was, a few moments ago, merely heavy rain has now become an utter deluge - and with it the near constant pinprick feeling of numinous perception.
Session 4: