VtM Part One - New Arrivals

Necrominus wrote: »

'Any luck with the home address? A description would be helpful too and that is all I require for tonight. Although... a search of his home and collecting some photos of my friend would be greatly appreciated.'

"1156 11th Street Santa Monica, apartment C

Can't order the search my friend. That would be pushing it."

Necrominus wrote: »

'Very well. What does this Stevens look like? I shall handle it myself. Last question, I promise.'

"White, not in the best shape, beard, 5'8''

Oh and glasses."

"Good luck and again....I'll be watching"

The lights in the room flicker momentarily and the Prince is nowhere to be seen.

The security guard is present, but a homeless man is singing to himself outside near the doors.

"Well she pays the checks"

He gets up and heads toward the homeless man.

Nobody looking, the schedule is a simple punched A4 binder with today's schedule the front sheet.

OOC: Differences between VtM and D&D. Punched A4 binders vs Abomination Gods.

"Yeah and stay out ya bum!"

The guard returns to the desk.

"Man, what an asshole!"

He puts his feet up and begins reading the paper again.

The guard looks up and Lysander's eyes go bloodshot.

The guard blinks and looks confused, he isn't totally stupefied, just open to suggestion.

"Another of Smith's requests I suppose. No need for the Letter of Approval, just pointless paper work. You got it pal"

A taxi pulls over.

"Hey man, where to?"

"Hey pal, how are you doing that?"

The cabby laughs as he looks into the backseat and then into the rear-view mirror.

"That's incredible!"

Necrominus wrote: »

'I'm a magician. In town for a convention. You like? The name is Larry Carson.'

"Wow pal, you'll knock them dead. The kids will love this!"

He takes out his mobile and starts the camera app.

The man sits dumbfounded looking at his phone.

"What, but seriously that's impossible.....pal that's....." he laughs

"What a cab ride...sure thing, I'll head there"



They arrive outside the Ebar.

"Pal, seriously half fare, that was amazing, like a private magic show!"

"Wow, man, that's....crazy but sure"

He gives Lysander his number and pulls off.

Lysander stands outside the coffee shop. It's 2AM. Sun is up at 6:30.

Within three disaffected looking staff chatter, as an old man sucks on a latte and a man matching Stevens's description sits hammering away on a laptop.

He types furiously and then looks up.

"This better be good pal....I'm working on something here...as in a real noteworthy story good, I assume you know who I am"

The waitress brings down the coffee.

"A special, just the way you like it Mr. Stevens."

He smiles at Lysander.

"Well at least you know something about getting in my good books" He relaxes "Okay go on"