Tale Weaver's Vampire: The Masquerade Game Board

[Tale_Weaver]

Liverman's House

After standing outside for what felt like an INORDINATE NUMBER OF DAYS, Clover looked at her companions in disgust, "Oh, for heaven's sake!"

She began to walk towards the house, arms crossed, grumbling to herself about how she was always the one that had to take charge and was always the first one to have to put her unlife on the line because SOME people couldn't bother to post and why was it that no one else had the guts to charge into a situation when she was clearly the squishy of the group and should at least be escorted along by her hapless group of brainless morons and...

Clover was still grumbling, yet stopped abruptly to compose herself like the dignified lady she was. She stepped up to Liverman's door and gave a polite, yet insistent knock.

The door slowly opens a crack and Dr. Liverman peeks out. A surprised look comes over his face and he opens the door a little wider. "Hello? Weren't you one of those uh...vampires that came to visit me about a month ago now? What brings you here? I don't want any trouble."

Ruby hops out of the truck and follows after Clover, catching up to her after she knocks on the door.

Lacey looks over at Koln after watching Ruby bound off. "I suppose we better follow after them, we don't want to look like morons now do we! After all, we are obviously the brains of this operation!"

OOC: Sorry Clover but talking and negotiating is kind of your bag.

 

[Strider_Koln]

The door slowly opens a crack and Dr. Liverman peeks out. A surprised look comes over his face and he opens the door a little wider. "Hello? Weren't you one of those uh...vampires that came to visit me about a month ago now? What brings you here? I don't want any trouble."

Ruby hops out of the truck and follows after Clover, catching up to her after she knocks on the door.

Lacey looks over at Koln after watching Ruby bound off. "I suppose we better follow after them, we don't want to look like morons now do we! After all, we are obviously the brains of this operation!"

OOC: Sorry Clover but talking and negotiating is kind of your bag.

"Ah oui, and I always would try to go for ze brains, but it would always make the man's nose red and go Bzzzttt!" Koln replies as he follows the gang.

 

[izillama]

OOC: You know, I keep thinking that we're visiting Professor Jones. I can barely even remember Liverman or how we "got along" (or didn't) with him. I read the Wiki, but that just makes me think that our encounters with him have been a bit terse? Can anyone remember which pages in the game are the ones we interacted with him in? I want to refresh myself on our last meet up.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Dr. Liverman's House

OOC: You know, I keep thinking that we're visiting Professor Jones. I can barely even remember Liverman or how we "got along" (or didn't) with him. I read the Wiki, but that just makes me think that our encounters with him have been a bit terse? Can anyone remember which pages in the game are the ones we interacted with him in? I want to refresh myself on our last meet up.

OOC: It will take me a long time to get that far in the "plot" section of the wiki. Basically, Liverman was hostile towards you at first because Klondike broke into his home and stole the serums (the ones you have now). You calmed him down and assured him it wasn't you who broke in. He is now friendly towards you and you have garnered a lot of his attention due to the fact that if I remember correctly he knows that you are vampires. Last you left him he was trying to figure out the mystery ingredient in the serums and how it reacted with the other agents.

Lacey and Koln catch up to the group at the door as well. Liverman looks surprised to see the sheer number of people at his doorstep now. His eyes wander to Lacey and Clover (being the closest) notices him looking her up and down and practically drooling. She doesn't seem to take any notice of this.

 

[izillama]

Clover cleared her throat and made a half step forward, to place herself more prominently than Lacey. She clasped her hands in front of her charmingly; her smile and eyes dazzling, even in the dim light of night, "Good evening, Dr. Liverman. We are terribly sorry to bother you at such a late hour. But with our being on such a strict schedule of waking hours, I suppose it can't be helped. I assure you, though, Dr. Liverman, we mean you no harm. Could we possibly trouble you for a moment of your time? I promise you'll find our predicament most... intriguing." A mischievous twinkle glinted in her eye.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Liverman's House

Clover cleared her throat and made a half step forward, to place herself more prominently than Lacey. She clasped her hands in front of her charmingly; her smile and eyes dazzling, even in the dim light of night, "Good evening, Dr. Liverman. We are terribly sorry to bother you at such a late hour. But with our being on such a strict schedule of waking hours, I suppose it can't be helped. I assure you, though, Dr. Liverman, we mean you no harm. Could we possibly trouble you for a moment of your time? I promise you'll find our predicament most... intriguing." A mischievous twinkle glinted in her eye.

Dr. Liverman shifts his gaze to Clover as if waking up from a day dream. Clover wonders how many men have fallen for Lacey's good looks only to find that they have become her next victim, like flies lured into a spider's web.

Dr. Liverman says "Uh, I suppose I could hear you out. It is rather late I'm afraid so I'll have to ask that you don't stay too long." He opens the door and gestures for everyone to come inside.

Liverman's home is no cleaner than it was the last time you were here. Dirty clothes, empty food containers, and random clutter litter just about every surface. The kitchen table is surprisingly clean and Liverman sets some chairs up around it and allows everyone to sit down before getting himself a glass of water to drink and sitting down himself. "Do any of you want anything to drink? Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't drink much water do you? What brings you here? I'm afraid I don't have anything that belongs to you this time."

 

[izillama]

Clover walked about the house with the careful dance of one that dared not touch any surface. This was just as disgusting as last time! She deftly skirted around a pile of dirty clothes, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and followed the doctor to the kitchen.

"Do any of you want anything to drink? Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't drink much water do you? What brings you here? I'm afraid I don't have anything that belongs to you this time."

Clover shook her head, the charming smile never leaving her features, nor her eyes leaving his, "No, you don't. However, you have a skill which would be of use to us. In fact, I'm certain that it would be exceedingly simple for a man of your..." she offered him an appraising look, as though pausing to consider him, "...capabilities. I'm sure you have all the necessary supplies here, and it won't take you very long. I'd like you to create a replica of a potion for us, Dr. Liverman," She said this last part mysteriously, lowering her voice almost to a seductive level, "And in return for your services, for being so helpful to us, we will offer you one gift. What would it be, Dr. Liverman? We could reward you handsomely with money for this short service. Or, perhaps, maybe there's something you'd like to ask us?" She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head, as though teasing him to take them up on that offer.

 

[Tale_Weaver]

Dr. Liverman's House

Clover walked about the house with the careful dance of one that dared not touch any surface. This was just as disgusting as last time! She deftly skirted around a pile of dirty clothes, wrinkling her nose at the smell, and followed the doctor to the kitchen.

Clover shook her head, the charming smile never leaving her features, nor her eyes leaving his, "No, you don't. However, you have a skill which would be of use to us. In fact, I'm certain that it would be exceedingly simple for a man of your..." she offered him an appraising look, as though pausing to consider him, "...capabilities. I'm sure you have all the necessary supplies here, and it won't take you very long. I'd like you to create a replica of a potion for us, Dr. Liverman," She said this last part mysteriously, lowering her voice almost to a seductive level, "And in return for your services, for being so helpful to us, we will offer you one gift. What would it be, Dr. Liverman? We could reward you handsomely with money for this short service. Or, perhaps, maybe there's something you'd like to ask us?" She leaned back in her chair and tilted her head, as though teasing him to take them up on that offer.

Dr. Liverman eyes Clover nervously "My...capabilities...?" His eyes flit over to Lacey momentarily and then back to Clover. Lacey takes out a compact mirror, some eye shadow, and lipstick and starts applying makeup while Clover and Liverman speak.

Liverman clears his throat and says "Ah yes! My skills as a scientist obviously!" Liverman puffs out his chest a little in admiration. "I don't know what you would ask of me, but there is something I would like to ask of you."

Liverman gets up from his chair and paces across the kitchen to one of the counters where an old laptop sits. He takes the laptop and brings it to the table. "I have been wracking my brain for the past few months, ever since I met you all actually." He starts working on the laptop and brings up the screen he wants, turning it so that Clover and the others can see. On the screen are typed up notes that look similar to the scribbles in Prestor's Journal. "I've been trying to figure out what the "alpha" substance is in those serums you were looking for. I believe I've found the answer. I have a hunch and I'm willing to bet it's your blood, vampire blood!" Liverman points at the screen at a picture of a strange looking molecule diagram. "This right here is something I've never seen before. In fact it doesn't even make any scientific sense. I can go into the details of it later but I think that this is the main component of "alpha" and it is certainly not present in human blood. So please, in return for whatever you need of me, I would ask you for a sufficient supply of your own blood."

 

[izillama]

Clover continued to lean back in her chair, staring at him unblinkingly as she thought. Honestly, she didn't think that request too out of the question. From what she had seen of vampire kind in the past few months, they weren't going anywhere. She wasn't too certain that a "cure" for vampirism could even be achieved, let alone by this man who couldn't even keep his house in order. Still, she wondered about the prudence of freely giving blood to a human for experimentation. If he could, in fact, come up with some sort of cure, would it then cancel out all vampirism, or just the vampirism of the clan the immunity was made from? And in that case, did he even know that there were different clans, different types of vampires? She doubted it, since it had taken him so long to figure out what they themselves were.

Still, she didn't think it unwise to negotiate the terms of the agreement, and then to have a little extra reassurance.

She finally smiled, nodding, "That sounds fair. However, we will decide which of us will supply that blood. We can't afford to be indiscriminate, after all. You may collect your sample first, then you will make us what we need. Now, do we have a deal, Dr. Liverman?" She extended her hand, which she knew would be icy cold to his touch.

 

[Strider_Koln]

Koln is idly chewing his sleeve, appearing somewhat confused by what is going on. "Are we still in Kansas, Dorothy?" he asks Lacey, his head tilted confusedly. "For we surely are not in Heaven yet."