Shadowchasers: Rock Star Edition

Mitch Roland

“Bit of shadowy shagging going on?” Mitch says to himself as he stares at the laptop. He sifts through the various articles looking for connections between the different families: same doctor, same fertility clinic, same neighborhood, same schools, same place of worship... OoC: Research 21.
 

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Billy almost, almost opens the door, but eventually tears his gaze away from theirs and removes his hand from the latch. There's somethin' ain't here. But I don't think I can let these youngin's out here alone. He forces himself to speak, "Now, i don't think ya'lld fit up here with me, so you can't come in the cab. But you can hop in the back if ya like, there's seatbelts on the sides."

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Billy tries to think through the fog in his mind, and almost succeeds. "Ya'll can come along, I'll take ya home. Just hop in the back." Seemingly as an afterthought he's not aware he's had, he pops the automatic locks.
 

[Sorrow: You made your roll.]

The kids frown, and start pounding on the glass. "Come on mister! I don't have a gun or anything!"

The tone makes it clear what he's really saying... he doesn't need one.

As they kick the truck's rock-proof panels, Billy notices (how could he just now notice?) that the five identical children have no pupils, just flat black voids where their eyes should be.

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Mitch digs a littile deeper, finally scoring a connection. Each of the mothers were in the same study as children. They were testing a reformulated polio vaccine, treated with "Compound WECT-6-VAV", of which there is no further mention. The mothers were treated at the St. Philomena Children's Hospital, now closed. The attending was Dr. Damon Vincent.

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Alexander's morning is typical, preparing for the Pre-Concert festivities. Except that Strange Days songs are playing every time he get near anything playing music.

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Slaye has attracted plenty of attention, as is typical of his over-the-top, room-filling personality. He's surrounded every moment in public with groupies, hangers-on, autograph hounds, snakes, security, well-wishers... wait.. snakes? No... nothing there. Its too early to be hallucinating, right? Right?
 

Slaye

Blue_Kryptonite said:
Slaye has attracted plenty of attention, as is typical of his over-the-top, room-filling personality. He's surrounded every moment in public with groupies, hangers-on, autograph hounds, snakes, security, well-wishers... wait.. snakes? No... nothing there. Its too early to be hallucinating, right? Right?
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"Wooo, what's going on here? Date rape drugs or something darker maybe?" Slaye thinks wryly to himself his eyes darting around the crowd "Whatever it is I'd better switch to something lighter". Downing the last dregs of his JD he orders a lemon, lime and bitters and retires to a quiet booth in the VIP area.
 

Very quietly to himself, Billy intones , "Well, that ain't right." When the kicking and rocking becomes more severe, and one of the blows actually spiders a crack on the window, it snaps Billy to. "Y'all little punks better back off!" he turns the ignition and the large truck roars into action, loud, proud, American machinery. He guns the engine and put's it into reverse. He starts the turn off into the lane of the muti-level garge to get out and away and rolls his window down enough to shout, "Take a bus!"

Assuming he gets out with no further molestation, he's going back to the hotel to meet up with Mitch and find out what he can... as well as investigating his options for a gun rack.
 


Feeling a little bored with hanging out with all the 'plebs', and with the effects of his drinking starting to wear off, Slaye decides to try and track down some of the other performers. He scans the bar area looking to see if any of the other performers are around, if not he heads out into the foyer and then to the pool.

OOC: Happy to move onto the next day whenever you're ready.
 



Mitch reaches for the walkie-talkie sitting on the table near his computer and presses the mic button. “Could one of you dears bring a cup of tea for an old Wizard?” he says languidly. “The hotter the better, please and thank you.”

Well, Dr. Damon Vincent, let’s see what you’re on about.

OoC: Research 31 (take 20).
 

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