The Rage (ATTN: Jammer)

Treykin hopped off the bus about a block away from The Rage not really the best idea to show up to a club on the local bus. walking casualy towards the club he stopped for a moment and closed his eyes focusing his mind and attmepted to cast Aura Perception

Date Action Result
01-01-2008 10:00 DracoGuardian rolls 5 to Mind Arcanum+Gnosis (Aura Perception) (10 Again) 7,2,5,8,4 1 successes

With his spell in place he fell into line to get into the club pulling the card that the woman from the musem gave him and shrugged flipping it between his fingers

After Treykin makes his way into the visual and aural assault, he finds himself tapped on the back.

Turning, he sees a dred'ed African American.

"One rule in my club, Copperfield," Jammer says over the music, "You don't sling or hold unless I say it's ok. Keeps everyone happy. Not that I give a fuck about everyone, but it keeps me happy. Dig?"

Looking at the man behind him he raised one brow and dismissed his Aura Perception and gave a slight shrug to himself holding up the care Andrade gave him him at the museum* "Your club, so tell me do you know a Mr. Jammer I was told I should come here and speak with him by the woman at the museum. I am new to town."

Treykin smiled slightly and shrugs alittle letting the man have the card he watched him closely for the moment* "She said to come here and ask for a Jammer to see about work. I figured since I was new in town might as well atleast check it out."

Treykin nodded to Jammer and followed him to the bar. Picking up and looking at the shot he shrugged and downed it setting the glass back on the table* "Name's Treykin nice to meet you Jammer"

Ryan quietly stood in line in front of The Rage. He could faintly hear some music from outside, but some of the traffic on the street drowned it out. OK, keep calm. Calm...There we go. Mental coaching had alot of benifits.

~~Narration~~

Ryan and Henry finally make their way to the door and are admitted to the visual and sonic assault of the club. Once a large warehouse, now converted into a club, there's a large bar, a few tables, a huge dance floor, and a stage for live performances. Stairs lead up to a windowed DJ's booth and what might be an office.

It's loud.

Henry, having taken a few moments to change out of 50's guy's face, follows Ryan to the club, and gets in 10 minutes after Ryan. He gets in rather easily with his new 30-year-old face, just another man in the crowd, absolutely unremarkable. This is far from a fun place for him, but he figures keeping an eye on kids today requires dedication and endurance.

((Will most likely be staying out of this scene. As long as Ryan drinks, Henry's happy ))

Ryan was a little surprised that he managed to get it so easily. He was pretty sure he looked underage afterall. Ryan didn't have much time to dwell on it as soon as his ears were exposed to the sonic assault of music inside the club. He managed to endure and make his way to the bar where he quickly ordered some Vodka.

~~Narration~~

A guy with dreadlocks slides up to the bar next to Ryan as the bartender slides him his drink. He gives Ryan a curious, intent look.

"First time here?" he asks, turning to look around the room.

Ryan picked up his drink and was about to start downing it when he heard someone speaking to him over the music. "Uh, yeah. Why do you ask?"

~~Narration~~

Ryan feels the hair on his arms tingle as Jammer turns back to him with an intent gaze. Henry feels his spell sliced and unraveled with a suprising force.

Spoiler:

"Just curious," Jammer says easily. "It's my joint, I just like to keep an eye out for... fresh faces," he grins. "This don't look like your scene, made me curious."

Ryan rubbed his arm. It felt like static or something, which was odd as hell. He gave the guy a weird look before relaxing. Slightly. "Yeah, some woman at the museum recomended that I take a break for awhile. She recomended this place." He said with alot of unease in his voice. There was something about this guy that was kinda off.

"Uh, she was blonde." Ryan said with a confused look. This guy didn't exactly look like the type to visit museums.

"It's alright." Ryan said as he drank the whole glass down. It left a weird taste in him mouth, but that was normal. "I think they call that synesthesia. Could be wrong though."

Henry barely reacts to his spell being knocked away. He concentrates on being innocuous, ordering any trendy drink on offer, and sips it close to what seems to be the largest number of Sleeper he can reliably stay close to. He notices Jammer's looks, and makes eye contact with him when he can, watching him talk to the kid and hoping his work isn't getting totally undone.

Ryan just shrugs, he was already starting to get a buzz. "Some guys dragged me there when I showed them some weird ass books." He said as he poked the glass left and right infront of him.

"I never had much use for books," Jammer said, wondering what was going on. Did Andrade send this kid here to stall?

"You know anyone here?" he asked, looking in the mirror.

~

"Long day?" Zilker asked, sitting next to Ekko. He'd spotted Henry, and wondered if the guy was slumming or seeing the sights. Having come from cleaning up Hostel HI, he was pretty wiped himself. At least he knew what Ekko had seen.

Ryan took a moment to look around. The place was pretty packed, but he couldn't see anyone he knew. "Uh...No. I don't."

"I don't know your name, so I'm sure that doesn't count." Ryan said as he took a sip. He wasn't in a rush to get plastered anymore and was starting to pace himself. "And yeah. Been here my whole life. Never left as far as I know." He said with a slightly off smile. He wasn't off his face, but he was getting there.

He had not possessed much of an answer for Jammer so his interest in the new arrival of they other guy from the museum was taken in stride. Treykin simply wandered off into the crowd inside the club and enjoyed the place for what it was. He knew he had some arbitrary responsibilities to his order but, mostly for the moment he just wanted to have some fun he could get work and make himself known to the other Libertines in town and so forth later.

Treykin's Unseen Senses go off as he passes an Asian man and woman at a table, making his way further into the club.

"You ever get that feeling you could do more?" Jammer asked Ryan. "Like, you know, being half asleep?"

Ryan pauses for a second. It looked like he was trying to pull something from the recesses of his mind. "...Sometimes. It comes for a minute or two...But then something distracts me and I end up forgetting about it." He says with a shrug before taking another sip. "Sorry to stop you man, but why are you asking me this stuff anyway?"

"Uh, Sure." Now that was either the most interesting conversation I'v had in weeks or the most fucked up one in my life. Ryan thought as he watched the man vanish into the crowd. He looked back down at his glass and downed it.

Treykin froze in place feeling that familiar twinge of his unseen senses as he passed the table glancing around for a moment his eyes landing on each of those closest to him. However remembering Jammer's words earlier he just shrugged and walked on after a few seconds. He gave a light little shrug as he went on to try and enjoy himself whatever he passed did not seem to be anything to concern him at the moment.