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[IC] MnM 3e - The First Generation: the Apex

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Saturday 13 October 2018 - Ward 8, 6:00 PM
Hadron City was like a man with an infected cut. The war had wounded the city and it's people. Then Stronghold crept into that wound and made a home for itself. It felt like every day since the defeat of Imperator's forces was raining and the sky rich with sodden gray clouds. The seasons had turned. The air was different. It stunk with pollution. It roared with the sound of fossil fuel engines. The streets were clogged with vehicles brought in from outside of Hadron City. The old infrastructure was ruined. Overhead the intricate tapestry of the city's sky-rail system that wove between buildings was collapsed in large swaths. Mingled with the fumes of pollution was the smell of untended vegetation, crops left untended. First they had begun to overgrow. Then die even as they sprouted from the city's buildings.

Today is supposed to be a good day though. Or at least a diversion. Each of you have been invited by a youth named Rodney Foster to a potluck that his family is holding at their home. They are fortunate enough to still have one. Each of you know Rodney in different ways, but you are all on friendly terms with him to some degree.


Mel met Rodney at the care facility where Becky was being treated. Becky, who a couple days ago went missing. There wasn't even a record of her being a patient there. Mel may well have been wearing herself out looking for any clue to Becky's whereabouts, but nothing has come up. She needs a break, and the potluck promises free food that she doesn't have to risk stealing.

Jamie doesn't know Rodney that well. He knows the fellow as a friend of Anika. About a week back when Jamie's brother RJ went missing from the hospital he was a patient in Rodney volunteered to help look for him. Neither of you have found any leads into the disappearance, and while neither Rodney nor Jamie have thrown in the towel, Jamie may have pushed himself to the point he has begun to run on fumes. Anika insisted he needed a break and has, if need be, dragged him to the potluck Rodney's family is hosting.

When it became clear that active resistance was not a viable option for dealing with Stronghold, at least for the near future, the Pact began looking for options. After weeks of research and investigation the files on one Jacob Fitzgerald were discovered. Before the barrier fell, Jacob wrote an essay predicting it's fall and nearly ever move the United States forces would make. It had gone unnoticed, overlooked by everyone, except for the Pact. The problem was, Jacob had gone missing about a week after Stronghold initiated martial law. The only lead they had was a friend of his, Rodney Foster. Russel had been encouraged to get close to Rodney and find Jacob

Maryanne probably didn't care about Rodney. He was nice enough. But Maryanne had difficulty caring about anyone. The real reason Maryanne had started a friendship with Rodney was due to information she had gained concerning a friend of his, Jacob Fitzgerald. Jacob was possibly the greatest military mind the world had ever seen and he was only fourteen. From what she had learned, Jacob demonstrated incredible charisma for anyone, let alone someone so young. If the First Generation were ever going to be united, it would be under Jacob Fitzgerald. Rodney was the stepping stone that would allow her to get close to the as yet elusive Jacob.


Rodney and his family lived in Ward 8. Stronghold has concentrated a lot of their efforts on restoring the Ward, but it was still a work in progress. A side effect of this meant Stronghold's presence was significant here as well. The building the Fosters lived in was damaged, but still livable. Work on it's restoration was ongoing, but had stopped for the day. Three stories up the Foster family had a nice living space, all things considered, but they were barely holding onto it with the price of rent and general living.

The potluck was stated as starting at six o'clock, and unless you make a special effort to be there early, other guests who live closer to the Fosters will have arrived before you. There are tables set up in the living room where food has been set up, and guests are depositing their own contributions. Some light music floats on the air, along with the sounds of conversation. The atmosphere is generally relaxed despite the state of affairs outside the Foster's home.
OOC wrote:Jamie and Mel receive 1 HP, as their relationship Complications have been triggered in a significant way.

Everyone, please include in your post your character's arrival at the party.
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Russel Briggs

A white, unlabelled, unopened stack of near-tasteless salted soda crackers was on the table in front him. Trouble was, Russel didn't know if they went closer to the cheeses, or closer to the dips. Cheeses were where the average person *would* associate 'crackers' in the traditional sense, but the dry salted flavor palette of these particular crackers were really much more conducive to the dipping experience. Further complicating the matter was the slight-to-moderate crumplage caused by the checkpoint operator that had to squeeze the package most ignominiously to make sure it wasn't concealing a weapon of some sort. Should the caved-in side go on the bottom so as to preserve the aesthetic symmetry of the otherwise passably rhomboid structure or would such deception be disingenuous necessitating the crumbled side be face up so that the eventual first opener would not be overtly surprised to find the slightly crushed-but-still-edible carbohydrate? And did this make the package of salty crackers an allegory for this very City?
- Crushed a little on the outside but still possessed of all the starchy, salty structure that has always, foundationally, been there? Wait, did that make Hadron City bland and tasteless? And was that line of less-than-flattering-thinking indicative of growing antiestablishmentarianism in Russel's own mind and psychological profile? Did he have to report himself to the OSDP, just to be sure? Oh wait, there was no more OSDP or DIA. That is what the most-unhelpful guards told him when he tried to show up for work one day and they denied him ingress to the building. Their physical ministrations were most unpleasant if not unexpected - one of them had not had breakfast that morning due to a fiasco with a shoe two sizes too small for him and causing pinching in the metatarsal nerves of his left foot, the other one was just a dick.

Still, the conundrum of the salty crackers was still perplexing and Russel decided to ask the next person along what they thought of it. While waiting, he mentally reviewed all he had researched or remembered about Rodney Foster.
Well Informed. investigation: 1d20+11 26
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Mel Sarah
HP: 2
CND: Tired, but fine


Since the fall of Hadron City and Stronghold occupation, Mel had tried to keep her head down and not cause trouble on the surface. She was by no means trained for long term infiltration. Still, it was easy enough to blend when she was pretty much like everyone else who lived in the city under the glory days of Imperators reign. Without laundry access, her dresses and clothes were filthy. Holes, she could patch easy enough, but it still meant the "uniform" of long dresses or tighter pants she wore before the fall weren't in the best of shape. Moving about the sewers and more dangerous parts of the Undercity will do that to clothing.

Unlike others, she was fortunate enough to have a secure enough home outside of the watchful eye of Stronghold. Her, some others most likely, and the crumbled state of it was why Stronghold kept meeting resistance in the Undercity when they tried getting any footholds. After all the bombings, it wasn't much. Despite the damage, it still had a working power generator, basic living supplies, and some treats she kept for special occasions in the cooler that had been delivered to the underground base before the war hit the city hard. So, she counted herself blessed. Plus, she had Franks video games for game night in his honour!

It was after one such game night when Mel snuck into where Becky was being cared for to tell her all about how she finally beat Franks top score on Pacman. The bed was empty. No chart, pill cup, or water cup by the stand. If Mel didn't know any better the bed might have just as well been never used. Becky was her last living connection to her past, but Mel thought it was just some bed movement or something. So, she checked the files only to see no record of Becky. She double checked. No record. She triple checked, no Becky. Something had happened and her sister was now missing, wiped as if she was never even there.

Over the next few days, Mel only got maybe four or five hours sleep a day running herself ragged chasing down any clues she could. Her first inclination was to grab one of the nurses. Realizing she didn't have any skill in that area, it was becky who knew that stuff best, she didn't gamble on likely messing that up. Next, she followed one of the nurses around. Keeping a hood on her head, wearing tattered clothes, and generally being someone people went out of their way to avoid paying attention allowed her to hit a dead end there a well with all the nurses and aid workers looking innocent enough. A third avenue was jumping a Stronghold sewer patrol, but she ended up killing them before she could get answers. Becky would have done the interrogation better.

Rodney happened to spot Mel poking about and seeing the bags under her eyes invited her over for dinner. If she went out again, she would likely do something stupid. The trail had grown as cold as Antartica and in her tired state pushing it even further was a recipe for getting caught or popping up on Stronghold radar. Going back to her base, she promptly took a long nap. No use passing out at a party after all. It wasn't a particularly restful nap, but it was enough to give her some energy and drive to find a long dark red dress that smelled the least bad and some black boots. using some of her last toiletries, she freshened up a little. Digging into the cooler, she got out a cake the unit had been saving before the war to celebrate their victory. Now they were dead and Becky missing. Victory didn't seem likely either.

Taking the easiest route, Mel boxed up the cake and put it in a worn bag. Ward 8 was starting to get locked down, but Mel still knew a few ways to get in via the Undercity and sewers which hadn't been secured just yet despite a few sensors here and there she was able to avoid. On the surface, she looked like just another begger with a bag just like the other poor souls put out by Stronghold. Lucky for her she wasn't stopped. If they had tried to take her cake, she doesn't know what she would have done.

Upon arrival fifteen minutes late, she smiled a bit. A potluck reminded her of the happy times when food was plentiful, people danced, and there was laughter with her family. Frank called himself a cook, but they only humoured him. She found a spot on the table and put the red velvet cake out for others to share as that is what her family would have wanted. Despite being efficient killers, they were still happy teenagers. All those parties, war games, pranks, whiskers made with sharpie like pens, and other fun were now gone. "Cheeses. Can't go wrong with crackers and cheese I think. Dips were always some mushy and liquid like." , said Mel cheerily trying to hide the sadness and exhaustion in her voice when Russel asked about the cracker position to someone. She wasn't sure if it was her, but why not strike up a conversation?
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Jamie Kane
HP= 2

Jamie was beyond tired. Since the day he discovered his brother RJ was missing, he had been pushing himself nearly non-stop in his search. Anika's friend Rodney had been assisting and yet neither had discovered any information. Jamie was grateful for Anika staying with him even though he didn't understand why. He had paid little to no attention to her since the discovery, concentrating all his energy on the search. More than once he woke up after falling asleep in a chair or on the floor. Anika was always there to support him. Today she was forcing him to attend a potluck dinner with people he didn't know. Once upon a time he would have leapt at such an offer to mingle with others. Now he was tired and just wanted to continue his search. Nonetheless he agreed to go because she wanted to, he probably really needed the rest, and most importantly, he owed it to Anika for everything she'd done for him.

Now they were waiting to go through a Stronghold security checkpoint. It was much like all the others in the city. When it was their turn, they stepped forward and answered the usual questions. Name, destination, reason for entering the area, how long will you be staying, do you have anything to declare, and so on. They emptied their pockets and were searched. They were bringing a pasta salad Anika made. The guards looked it over and, after deciding it wasn't hiding any weapons, returned it.

Once clear of the checkpoint the pair made their way to Rodney's residence. It was three floors up. They were greeted at the door by Rodney. After exchanging pleasantries, they were directed to place the food on the tables and make themselves at home.
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Maryanne Fairweather
HP: 1
Condition: Well enough


"Oh, thank you so much!" Maryanne said with a smile to the one who'd opened the door as she stepped into the dwelling, precisely sixteen minutes late. Mustn't be overly punctual for a friend's gathering, after all. She strolled towards the food tables, giving carefully-chosen nods or smiles to other guests as necessary, not allowing a drop of irritation to show on her face. Convincing the checkpoint guard that the container of lukewarm potato salad she was carrying did not, in fact, have a weapon or contraband hidden in its slimy depths had been...tedious.

Many things were like that these days, it seemed. The guards. The traffic. The decaying buildings. The everyday corruption. The lack of old niceties. The new jobs and stores and money, sprouting like fungus on a corpse. Finding this dress, getting this food. This event. These people. One would suppose the end of the world would be more exciting; and for a little bit, she supposed it had been. But then it had come and gone, and what was left over was just so...tedious. Dull. Dried out. Petty. Small. A big pile of gray little puzzle pieces that didn't mean anything.

Still, that didn't mean something more interesting mightn't be built out of them. That was why she was here, after all.

Maryanne deposited the container in an empty spot on one of the tables, then turned to survey the room for her target, half-listening to the morose and exhausted girl next to her attempt to sound cheery as she started a discussion on dips and cheeses. There was no particular rush to talk to Rodney Foster, of course. Relationships required time; it would be better, in fact, to mingle to some extent first and "happen" to bump into him rather than beeline to a particular individual immediately. But it didn't hurt to have one's goal clearly in sight. Or take note of any other individuals of particular interest, for that matter.
OOC: A perception check to scan the room for Rodney, or anyone else that stands out as interesting, if it's needed: Perception: 1d20+9 28
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Amidst debating the social and phylisophical relevance of the location of salted crackers in relation to both dip and cheese, as well as their structural integrity, Russel reflects on his earlier experiances with Rodney. Rodeny was an artist, though his mediums were not paint, clay, or stone. It was metal and machinery. He had two great joys: forging and both cars and motorcycles. Something most people did not know about Rodney was that, for a short time, he trained under Master Hitori Zanzo (IMperator's chief comba instructor to his armed forces) personally. While Russel did not get a deep understanding of Rodney's phycological profile, he is aware that something happened to end the youth's martial training early. This is not uncommon. Not everyone has the emotional maturity or mental toughness for responsible study of the martial arts.

Russel is also aware the Rodney had three sister, the eldest Georgia, died during the war. The others are eight, nine, and ten years of age and their names are: Jessy, Dania, and Marica. Bothe his mother, Catherine, and father, Benjamín, are alive and present at the potluck.


Jamie knocks on the apartment door. A short time later the door opens and, upon looking down, he see a brown skinned girl wearing blue jeans and a pink t-shirt with gorilla fighting a unicorn on it. Her shoulder length black hair is done up in two pig tails tied together with pink ribbons. The little girl proceeds to grill Jamie, a stranger, on why he is at her door but stops a short time later when she notices Anika and the pasta salad. The girl, whose name Jamie learns is Jessy, exchanges greetings with Anika and walks the two of you to the living room where she points out the tables set aside for food. Not long after the food is set down, Jessy grabs Anika by the hand and insists on showing her something … at which point Jamie finds his girlfriend being dragged away from the living room. If he stayed behind, he was at risk of being left alone in a room full of people he did not know.


Sizing up the room Maryanne notices Benjamin, Rodney's father, mingling with a couple men near a window overlooking the street. Jessy, Rodney's pigtailed youngest sister, is presently dragging a young woman with dark hair towards a hallway leading out of the living room, and away from an exhausted looking young man who looks vaguely familiar at first glance. Dania and Marica, two more of Rodney's siblings, are talking with a group of girls their own age. None of them in their teen years yet. They seem excited about something. It was Dania who had let Maryanne into the apartment. Rodney and his mother Catherine are absent from the living room and the bustle of activity where most of the socializing is occurring.

Walking around, and doing some exploring, Maryanne finds that Catherine is in the kitchen, a room off of the living and dining rooms. She's collecting some beverages from the refrigerator when Maryanne finds her. The older woman greets Maryanne with an inquisitive look as she holds a soda bottle in each hand, prepared to move into the living room.

"Are you looking for something?"

As Catherine voices her query Maryanne, looking past her, notices that at the entrance to the pantry where the washer and drying are located, Rodney is talking to someone. His dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes, and light colored attire consisting of mostly blues are a contrast to the fair skinned Asian girl. She is about his age, sixteen, with short cut dark hair swept to one side, which has purple highlights. Her attire is dark and has a well worn look to it. Rodney was handing her a load of folded laundry while they talked, which she in turn stowed away in a duffle bag that she carried with her.
OOC wrote:Flynnarrel, Well Informed is meant to be used when you first meet someone. Not on the spot whenever you like. I'll allow this, as Russel would have already met Rodney and presumably used it then. Russel won't know anything secret or very personal without actual effort being put in through role playing, however if there is something specific you would like to know go ahead and ask.

I am not going to intrude on Mel and Russel's conversation. Or at least not yet. Carry on at your leisure.

CaptainChaos, don't assume the actions of NPCs unless I have stated that you may do so for a specific circumstance. Rodney is not there to greet Jamie and Anika at the door. If you would like to find Rodney, at this point Jamie would have to search for him and make a Perception check.

Maryanne, make an Insight check. Everyone else, if you feel your characters are on guard you may make a Deception check to make yourselves not seem "significant or noteworthy". Only if your character is on guard though. If you choose not to make a roll, or roll lower than Maryanne's Insight check feel free to describe to us what she would notice about your character as noteworthy. Jamie gets a -5 both for being tiered as well as being famous. As this doesn't really hinder Jamie, and is more for flavor/a hook for PCs to meet up, there will not be a HP for the Complication this time.
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Mel Sarah
HP: 2
CND: Tired, but fine


Mel felt a bit bad for the man so concerned about the location of the crackers. Wasn't his fault Stronghold was so paranoid. In truth, she was part of the reason, but she wasn't about to talk about it too much in a public setting.
At a glance, anyone looking at Mel thoroughly enough would pick up on her tiredness and general sense of being lost despite putting on a cheery facade. She also has a normal innocent teen like vibe that in any other city would seem pretty normal, but given the state of the city seems not normal anymore. There isn't any sign she is trying to come across as innocent for a ruse, but its clear thats not all there is to her by the trained eye.
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Russel Briggs
HP: 1 LP: 2
mrdent12 wrote: Wed Sep 18, 2019 6:45 am Mel Sarah
HP: 2
CND: Tired, but fine


"Cheeses. Can't go wrong with crackers and cheese I think. Dips were always some mushy and liquid like." , said Mel cheerily trying to hide the sadness and exhaustion in her voice when Russel asked about the cracker position to someone. She wasn't sure if it was her, but why not strike up a conversation?
Russel nods with a conclusion. Her answer conforms to the 93% of the population, he estimated. "I estimate your answer conforms to 93% of the population." He said. "I mean... good idea. Most people probably want that." He says and adjusts his glasses, looking at the young woman for the first time. "I'm.. I'm Russel. Hi." he says awkwardly.

"Cake. I like cake. I imagine that was a hard find.... these days." He says with curiosity. He gestures to his own sorry contribution, "Mine were... in the Chief Inspector's desk. One of the last things I grabbed before... you know."
"Something pithy this way comes."
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Mel Sarah
HP: 2
CND: Tired, but fine

Russel nods with a conclusion. Her answer conforms to the 93% of the population, he estimated. "I estimate your answer conforms to 93% of the population." He said. "I mean... good idea. Most people probably want that." He says and adjusts his glasses, looking at the young woman for the first time. "I'm.. I'm Russel. Hi." he says awkwardly.

"Cake. I like cake. I imagine that was a hard find.... these days." He says with curiosity. He gestures to his own sorry contribution, "Mine were... in the Chief Inspector's desk. One of the last things I grabbed before... you know."
Chief inspector, so some former enforcement unit member or trainee. Back in the good times, she met a few of those people during her wargames or just in passing. Even had to answer why she was using old school tech at times instead of all the wonders offered by Imperator's enterprises. Par for the course of her units objective though. Plus some of them were rather nice people who told good jokes. Russel didn't strike her as the joking type too much.

Mel shrugs at the hard to find remark. "Had some saved in the refrigerator for a special occasion. This seems special. It is a special occasion right? I never know these days. Names Mel. So hard to get around and meet people these days with all the security procedures and mean Stronghold soldiers around. Can't even imagine how hard it was for everyone just go get here with all the check points and worry about weapons. The crackers and cheese are yummy. Not soggy at all.", rambles Mel taking a crumble of crackers and a little bit of cheese.

She didn't want to get get too much because she still had a stockpile back at the base of food. They had been stocked for a month meant for 6 people. Now it was just one, so as long as she didn't go wild or waste any she could limit her scvanaging to things she exhausted.
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Russel Briggs

Special?” Russel considers the word. “Denoted by a subjective uniqueness or dearness. Slang for retarded in some area or manner, derogatory. But I judge you don’t mean that one.” He nods. “Yes. This occasion is ‘special’.” He agrees.

“What affiliation do you have with Rodney or the Foster family?” He reviewed his word choice. “Sorry, that sounded interrogational. How do you know Rodney?” He asked, judging it a low possibility she was here for the young siblings or parents.
"Something pithy this way comes."
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Jamie Kane

After Anika was dragged away, Jamie browsed around the room avoiding conversation if possible, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of RJ. He was more interested in the decor, particularly any artwork there might be. He casually watches the other guests, feeling oddly out of place here. It was an unusual feeling, being accustomed to large crowds if adoring fans, but these were not fans, just regular people trying to make the best of a bad situation.
No attempt at deception. Anyone observing Jamie would see a young, neatly dressed young man with short hair. He seems distracted and is slouching as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders as he wanders almost aimlessly about the room.
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Mel Sarah
HP: 2
CND: Tired, but fine


"You sound like someone I knew who made a game of words. It always bored me, but he had fun with it.", says Mel drifting off in the thought of what used to be. Her face started dropping the cheery demeanor if only for a second as her mind drifted. Snapping back thought, almost chirping, she tries not to skip a beat. "Good. Glad I didn't waste the cakes I have left on something not special. Wasting things is a terrible thing to do.", continues Mel starting to ramble before catching herself.

Russel did sound very straight forward, probably the boring military or some strict unit. "I've met Rodney from time to time when visiting my sister. It's been so long since there was a party. I couldn't turn it down. What use is having cakes in the cooler if you can't bring them to parties and get out into the moon light sometimes. Games can get boring sometimes. Did you meet Rodney asking interrogational questions or know him some other way? ", inquires Mel conversationally using a teasing voice when mentioning interrogation.
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Maryanne Fairweather
HP: 1
Condition: Well enough


Her quick scan of the apartment returned a few curiosities. The cheese-and-dip girl - Mel, was it? - and the distracted and depressed boy staring moodily at the furniture, for starters. From their posture alone she could tell they'd had combat training - perhaps even active combat experience? And then there was the awkward boy with the glasses, staring at the snack table with a thoroughly unusual intensity; the kind that ordinarily only came from extensive conditioning. DIA? Just a savant? Either way, he was potentially useful.

There was a nagging familiarity to the boy that she couldn't quite place (former classmate from combat training? No, something else...), but Mel seemed especially intriguing. Despite clear signs of military conditioning, there was an unusual aura of - innocent normalcy, she supposed was the best way to describe it? - that appeared...genuine.

Interesting. She made a mental note of the trio for later.

Another on the list of striking things, was not a presence but rather an absence; namely, of her good, good friend Rodney. Certainly he'd be expected to be out and about socializing at an event like this, no?

Idly wandering around a bit in search of her elusive goal, Maryanne found herself in the kitchen; and, beyond it, Rodney, talking to...a girl with purple-streaked hair. A friend? Something more? The duffel bag of laundry implied "homeless" (it was hardly unusual nowadays), but before she could glean much more than that, she found herself confronted by Rodney's mother.

"Oh, no, Mrs. Foster, just taking a look around. You have a lovely home." Maryanne replied, carefully modulating her tone to ensure she appeared genuinely impressed rather than sarcastic or simply polite. Looking at the soda bottles, she continued, "Oh, here, let me help you with those, I was about to go back to the living room anyway!" No point in interrupting Rodney's conversation right now, or in potentially drawing the ire of the mother and risking overstaying her welcome. All in good time.

Whether Mrs. Foster accepted her offer of assistance or not, Maryanne walked out of the kitchen alongside her (either with a soda bottle in hand or without). As they entered the living room, Maryanne casually turned and asked her, "Oh, by the way, ma'am, who was that girl talking with Rodney just now? I don't believe we've had a chance to meet. I do hope she's doing alright..." allowing a bit of concern to seep into the last few words.
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There was not a lot of traditional art work in the house, such as painting. Jamie did find numrious family photos, as well some artistic picture of various heated metal works in the process of being forged. The photographer brought out the primarl, almost mystical, nature of working with the elements. Glowing metal. Sparks from fresh billowed air heating coals. Hammer crashing into softened, unshaped, metal held against the solid firmness of an anvil. The smith themselves is never seen in the pictures. Perhaps sensing his avoidance of social interaction, no one bothers Jamie as he meanders around the room.


"Thank you Maryanne. You know, you should really come around more often."

The older woman said in response to the teenager's compliment on the Foster family's apartment. A smile soon followed, and Catherine's dark skinned hands promptly passed over two sizable bottles of soda into Maryanne's hands. Seemed she was fully intent on exploiting the volunteer labor of her guest, even if it was for a relatively minor task. As the two women exit the kitchen, talking as they go, Catherine gives a thoughtful hum as she reflects on Maryanne's question.

"I believe Rodney said her name was Ren. Haven't seen her more a couple times before today. If you're so curious about her, you should introduce yourself. She seems ... angry … but polite."

A few meters into the livingroom Mrs. Foster sets her load of soda bottles on a table near a stack of plastic cups and directs Maryanne to place hers down nearby.
OOC wrote:The PCs are elite tier individuals. It is like special forces operators in a room otherwise full of bystanders. Unless they are trying to blend in, which none are, they stand out to someone who knows what to look for and is actively searching for noteworthy individuals in a crowd. In addition to what the players themselves have shared, Maryanne notices that Mel and Jamie hold themselves like fighters. Russel is incredibly awkward, but whatever he is looking at he likely studies with great intensity.
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Russel Briggs

"Words... as a game?" Russel considers. "I suppose. But not just words. Eyes, posture, demeanor, micro-expressions. The game '23 Truths, 177 Lies' was my favorite. And... we can't all be good dancers." he looks at her from the side then turns toward the room.

"I hope to meet an acquaintance of Rodney's, Jacob Fitzgerald. Is he known to you?"
"Something pithy this way comes."
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