10822/Supply Run

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Supply Run
Date of Scene: 19 April 2022
Location: The Flipside
Synopsis: Austin accompanies Phoebe to The Flipside, an Occult/Supernatural Hangout place where Phoebe grabs some supplies
Cast of Characters: Phoebe Beacon, Austin Reese




Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe had reckoned that the most difficult part would be leaving the Manor without anyone noticing -- after all, you're living in a house full of heroes and investigators. A quick motorcycle run down into one of the more unpleasant parts of Gotham, tucked between darkened, bolted store fronts and boarded up windows, Phoebe parks her motorcycle, and dismounts, looking up at the abandoned buildings and derelict warehouses around them.

    The area just has a feeling of being depressed and down.

Austin Reese has posed:
Ah The Narrows. Where Austin has spent a tragically high part of his life. He's used to abandoned buildings full of squatters and boarded up store fronts from a bygone era.

The coordinates were easy enough to follow, Phoebe had thought it would be better if they left the manor seperately so it didn't look like they were off to do shenanigans. Which they were.

"So where are we headed?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Who else was she going to go off and do magic shenanigans with in Gotham?

    Phoebe gives a small smile. This was not a Superhero Thing, and she was dressed with a gray coat over what could easily be a 1960's office attire get-up, with a pair of laced high boots.

    "The Flipside." she explains, and she walks to one of the low-laying windows of a basement in a house, and she looks in with a flashlight, pursing her lips.

    "A bit like... a hang out and shop for some supernatural types."

Austin Reese has posed:
"Sounds like your kind of place." Austin replies, as he takes a look at where she's directing them. No superhero gear (well maybe a Batarang in the pocket of his hoodie) but never the less, he is here and more than happy to hang out with her, "Think I can get a voodoo doll in here?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    ". . . yes?" Phoebe blinks a moment, and then looks up at Austin "Do you want the responsibility of *that* though? First rule of magic my d- my first mentor taught me is that there is always a cost. Second rule was that it's OK to puke." she gives a slight smirk, and she then slides into the basement window.

    Thump!

    "Careful. There's a bit of a drop." she states.

    Should Austin join her, it appears to be a normal basement room. There's an ancient hook up for a dryer to one side. Someone's pulled all the copper for the plumbing at some point.

    There's graffiti everywhere, including someone's tagging with 'WELCOME TO THE FLIPSIDE', written upside-down, and pointing to the wall.

Austin Reese has posed:
Austin does follow suit, squeezing in through that basement window after a few moments before he drops down, "I'm guessing there's some kind of like magic brick you have to tap on like Diagon Alley." He says. Other than his encounter with the angels this whole magic world thing is totally new to him, so expect a lot of stuff like that.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I hope not. I'd be very disappointed." Phoebe replies back to Austin, and she brings up her card. The one that she can make look like any ID, and she holds it up to the bricks.

    "Fosgail an doras agus cuir a-steach airson dithis." she states.

    And for a moment, nothing happens. Phoebe seems nunpulsed by the whole thing, and she breathes out.

    "And three, two, one--"

    Suddenly, between blinks, the world around Austin changes.

    First it's psychadelic, with brightness that tastes like a sour warhead candy against the eyes and the sound of reality stretching like a herd of llamas yawning in reverse.

    It may be unsettling if he's not used to high magical energy places; like a tingling against his amygdala and shooting lightning between his toes. There's the smell of something overly sweet in the air, like smoke and raspberries.

    And when everything settles, Austin is at the entry and coat check of a fancy looking, 1960's themed room. There's people with blue skin wearing white gogo boots. And just white gogo boots. They appear to be made out of mesh. Creatures that are too tall and thin to be human glower at stocky, pointy-eared demons with severe overbites and rich plum-colored eyes.

    But mostly, there's humans. Some look old and wizened Gandalf types, others look like they could have walked off The Craft, and others still looked dressed in just every-day duds.

    "Welcome to the Flipside, Austin. Stay close -- there's some hungry people here."

Austin Reese has posed:
"Wow if I'd known it was themed I would have dressed the part." He says, after taking a few moments to compose himself. He shakes his head and then tries to look around, figure out what they're doing here now. A few of the guys get a stoic upnod from Austin as he tries to play it cool, "Like hungry in like a eat your soul way, or like..?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Don't worry, you're fine. If I thought there was a dress code --" Phoebe gives a little grin to Austin "might have ignored it anyway." she explains, and she begins to walk.

    "Hungry as in all types. There's some who deal in souls, some who deal with contracts. Some who can poke their fingernails through your belly button and pull out your liver, so if someone wants you to let you comb their hair, /do not/." Phoebe explains quietly.

    A few of the denizens here eyeball her as they pass, whispering under their breaths. A few others find Austin far more interesting, including one of the Mesh-people.

    "Yooooou're a new pha-sssss." one of them hisses to Austin, coming up to the side of him. "What essssss yooooour nah-em?"

Austin Reese has posed:
"I dunno some of that stuff could be hot." Austin says, though the look on his face shows he's definitely joking.

Probably.

He does stick close to Phoebe though, even when someone comes up towards him, "My name?" He asks, before he looks back to Phoebe. He hesitates because he doesn't know if this is one of those 'If I know your real name I own you' kind of situations

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Wise choice, Austin.

    The Mesh Person also turns to Phoebe, and then appears to sigh, shoulders sinking down in a jagged manner, and turns to walk off.

    "Exorcisssst." it complains.

    Phoebe looks over her shoulder at Austin, and gives a slight nod. "They know you're not one of them." she states, and adds in amusement "And yes, don't just give your name willy-nilly.

    The music in the place sounds distant, like it's being played on another floor, and Phoebe passes through the lounge area to an open doorway, separated by beaded curtains.

    The air here is thick with a metallic tangy smell. The light is red. It looks to be some sort of deli area, but what's packaged is marked with CADEVER, MEDICAL REFUSE... and FRESH. Stacks of boxes line the side of the room, and there is a clock that is running backwards.

    "HEY. Last time you came around I told you, you weren't allowed back in here!" comes a gutteral voice, and a thin man wearing thick spectacles comes out. His apron is stained black in some places. His hands are gnarled like the roots of a beech tree.

    He doesn't seem very imposing.

Austin Reese has posed:
So he was smart enough to not fall for that trap, that's always a good sign. He follows close to Phoebe, but gets himself very distracted by the meat area, tilting his head a little bit to get a better look at it, very confused looking.

His attention is drawn when the voice yells about not coming back, and he turns to look at the thin guy. He doesn't look too tough, but he also could probably turn Austin into his callsign with a hand movement, so he holds his tongue for a second.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe pauses, and looks around, and points to herself.

    "Me?"

    "Aren't you a Constantine?"

    Not the last time I checked."

    The butcher looks at her a moment, eyes narrowing, and then gives a nod, and leans forward, motioning at the cooler box. "Still a vegetarian. What about you, big fella?" he asks of Austin.

    His gnarled hands crack, and there's a significant amount of strength in those hands.

    "You with the nightlight?"

Austin Reese has posed:
"She's definitely not." Austin says, as he backs her up, "And uh, nah I eat meat. Though usually wanna know what it is first.." That is an outright lie. You don't grow up in the Narrows without not questioning what this can of meat you're eating is. But this guy doesn't need to know that. Unless he can read minds, which Austin has deduced he cannot or he wouldn't be asking questions.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Hmm." The Butcher replies, and he looks Austin over with a critical eye, and then looks back to Phoebe, and gives an oily smile. "Brave, bringin' someone like him down here. Don't know what he's dealing with." he remarks, and then he shrugs his shoulders.

    "All right, you gotta list. I gotta listen. Hand it over." he asks, and Phoebe hands over a piece of folded up paper.

    "Does he even know who Constantine is?" he asks out of midling curiosity.

    Phoebe makes a face.

    "You don't want anything from this deli." she states, "I didn't think he'd have supplies in yet. I'll have to keep a closer eye out on some of the populations here." she raises her eyes to Austin.

    "Dams wasn't kidding when he said he could find a willing blood sacrifice."

Austin Reese has posed:
Austin takes a look between the butcher and Phoebe, "I feel like I'm missing the joke here." He does give a bit of a shrug, "I mean I may not know everything about all this magic stuff, but I can handle myself well enough.." Though if he's defending himself to the Butcher or Phoebe is unclear. Though his mind does seem to focus on one of the words Phoebe said, "What kind of populations?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... Constantine is a demonologist, exorcist, conman... he raised a body parts doll that adopted me. It was a mess." Phoebe explains in the short, short version, "Which is why I'm not a Constantine."

    "Oh, no, just a baby exorcist, demonologist, semi-supernatural creature of the light." the butcher comes back with a paper bag, and sets it on the counter.

    And he motions. "Cadaver, medical refuse, or freshly sourced. For those on a... more specialised diet." he gives a toothy grin at Austin, his head canting to one side. "Care to try?"

Austin Reese has posed:
Okay yeah, subject to broach later. Austin just nods in response to Phoebe, then back up at the Butcher, "I think you're missing a few of her accomplishments." He says, with a faint smile, "And no, I'm good. Big lunch." He wonders if this is where you come if you're a werewolf or something and don't want to chow down on people in the park. Man this magic stuff is weird.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe takes back her list, the paperbag, and she pulls some cash out of her pocket and leaves it for the Butcher to take.

    "Thanks, Edward. See you went I need a restock on the beeswax." she states with a small smile, and motions to Austin to follow her.

    "There is... totally too little happening with this. Going all too smoothly." she remarks to Austin.

    She turns to her 'brother'. "Any questions?"

Austin Reese has posed:
"Mostly what you need that stuff for, but I figure I'll find that out when it's time." He replies as he follows her.

"But if you mean questions about all this then yeah, several. But I figured you'd want me to hold questions until the end of the tour." He may or may not be joking, "Does the big guy know about all this?" That's a stupid question he definitely does.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... I really hope he doesn't." Phoebe replies quietly, "I'm supposed to be on a break." she adds, and she looks around. Some of the mesh people are now sporting hats in addition to gogo boots. There are significantly less of the overbite demons, and one of the tall, slender people are eating something that smells like rotting garbage on a hot July day.

    Phoebe goes a little green.

    There's significantly less humans at the moment. Most of them appear to have gotten out.

    "I only found out about it on Tuesday when I ran into a patron of the bar I used to work in."

Austin Reese has posed:
Austin makes a face, and then swallows a bit, "Ah less hocus pocus more dark rooftop brooding? Don't worry I'll keep your secret safe." He really, for once since he started getting wrapped up in this whole world, is not curious to investigate what that guy is eating. Seems Austin found his limit of stuff he wants to know more about.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "C'mon, before someone starts asking more questions than we want to answer --" Phoebe begins, and heads towards where they had walked in. "And yeah -- less Hocus Pocus, more 'I am the night' instead of 'I am the Light.'" Phoebe gives a wry smile back to Austin.

    "You're honestly taking this very well."

Austin Reese has posed:
"Well I mean, the first thing I ever really did with you was killing angels." Austin says, as he gives Phoebe a grin in return, "I figured things would be uphill from there and you'd tell me more when I needed to know."

As they reach the window, he hops up and peeks out of it, "You want me to head out first and make sure the way is clear?" He asks, "Or should it be ladies first?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "... tuche. Yeah, that is definitely a heck of a first thing..." she states, and she looks back at the window as she pulls herself out.

    "No, at this point they've probably discovered the woes of us not being there." she states, and looks back to Austin with a smile.

    "So... most of the stuff I got was for defensive magic. Trying to keep everyone safe in cacse something comes out of the sewers an' after me." she gives an embarrassed smile.

Austin Reese has posed:
"Well hey, I'm prety sure the group can handle it. But they'd also be glad to know you were looking out for their best interests." Austin replies, moving back over towards Phoebe. In case she needs to do that reality warp thing again and warp them back to the abandoned basement.

"And you know I'll help you out however I can, no questions asked." He says, grinning again, "Well okay maybe some questions asked."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I'm not sure about asking questions. You probably should ask some questions, but not in the middle of things. Like, if I give you a black goat's head and told you to run, you should probably ask questions about why I have a black goat's head *after* we can stop running." Phoebe jokes.

    No technicolor dream session on the way out, it's simply like a bubble popped, adn they're back in the real world, outside the ruined house, near their motorcycles.

    "So, coffee, then patrol later?"

Austin Reese has posed:
"I will keep that in mind." Austin replies, as he feels the shift as they're back in the ruined house, "Maybe some day I'll find something I'm skilled enough in to make sure you take my lead." He says, laughing a little as he hops up and alides through the window, "Sure, usual spot?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    And up through the window they go.

    "Yeah, usual spot. And you've probably got some talents I don't. For instance, you make looking like a brawler look good. I just look like I'm in some big brother's duds when I try to dress Brawler."

Austin Reese has posed:
Austin does give a bit of a laugh, "I think your outfit looks good, but yeah, time to play night light so we'll do the dark color scheme."

Austin moves towards his bike near the alley entrance, "Maybe Tim'll tag along, text him." He offers. Maybe they can do the patrol as a trio.