1977/Party in the Warehouse

Party in the Warehouse
Date of Scene:	05 June 2020
Location:	Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	Party in the warehouse!
Cast of Characters:	Abby Oster, Lyle Marston, Jovian Anderson, Albert Rothstein

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Abby Oster has posed:
Abby can say one thing about New York City from her first few days of being here-- it's fucking huge. She thought she spotted some big places on the way here from her, it turns out, fairly ho-hum little town of Kennebunkport, where her whole damn life used to be tied up. And now here she is, with really little idea of what she's doing or how she should go about anything, but she's found an old, crumbling warehouse in this //less fashionable// neighborhood and has built herself a little nest there. As the sun starts to set she grunts and draws herself from between two plants of wood boarding up a broken window, climbing up to the rooftop to look down at the street from up there with a sort of glum expression.

Lyle Marston has posed:
La Raton ran down the street, a big smile on his face as he heard shouting behind him. Igor Smeacov was a idiot, plain and simple. He was dumb enough to go out into his turf clutching the stolen 50,000 dollar ring he acquired from that poor Freemason he extorted months ago. Now here he was, fleeing down the street, clutching the ring in his hand, a pack of angry Russian gangsters on his tale.

As Lyle fled, he saw a warehouse up in the distance. A cunning smile formed on his face as he turned the corner towards the warehouse and dove into the alleyway leading into the side entrance, just avoiding the Russains, who charged by, still swearing. La Raton grinned again, and started towards a brokend window in the warehouse and crawled into the warehouse itself, intending on hiding out in case the Gangsters came back.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Bolo is in full costume. Its a motorcycle helmet and kevlar vest over a speed suit. He isnt that impressive visually but as the shadows move over him every conceivable way. but as he moved slowly grasping the shadows around him so that it is very difficult to see. Supposedly, a known fugitive is in the warehouse but its a bad tip. He has his bolos, not even a gun though as a law enforcement ex officer he feels naked without one. He isnt new to this game but he is new enough that he knows in the greater scheme of things he is hopelessly outclassed. It doesnt phase him as he climbs onto the top of the warehouse moving to the skylight.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster sees Lyle legging it down the avenue, first at a distance, then, as he comes downt he block, more closely, leading her to lean forward on her perch and narrow her eyes. "The fuck is that guy //wearing//?" she asks-- well. Herself. It gets more curious when he makes a break down the side of the warehouse she's been crashing in. "Oh, shit." Is this that weirdly-dressed dude's turf? She's heading to the side of the warehouse roof to look over the edge and watch the guy in the mask head inside, leaning further and further over the edge.

And so, of course, when Jovian jumps the roof, all he can see is her rather unusual set of gams, giant onyx talons on a pair of sinewy raptor-esque legs, just clinging to the side of the roof as she dangles. Though the landing does catch her attention, and she sits up again, turning to look in surprise as the guy in all the gear storms the skylight. "Hey, what-- are you after the guy in the mask?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle leaned against the wall of the old warehouse and started to breathe heavily. He had managed to avoid the goon squad, for now. His nose wrinkles when he smells the air, mildew, and lots of it. As he continues to catch his breath, he takes out the Freemason Ring from his pocket and starts to examine it.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Bolo considers a moment, non plussed by her appearance but he adjusts quickly. He then moves to the edge of the warehouse and looks, "No. Not unless he underwent a radical costume change. Neither are you. Looks like a got a bad tip." Its what happens when you are just starting out but the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he sees the tension in Lyle's stance. He takes a small grappel and moves down the side of the building. "You expecting company?" He looks at Abby and then back at Lyle.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby rises, the dark scale-bands of leathery flesh shifting against each other as she unbends them and picks her way timidly closer to the guy in the tactical gear. "You got a... tip? Like from a... phone line, or an app?" she wonders, prowl-stepping around him in a way that can't really help but look threatening, though she keeps her distance, hugging her arms around her torso somewhat defensively. He goes to grapple down the wall, and she follows, at a distance, though the talons are ample climbing-gear enough, she just sort of scrabbles down after him, catching easily on the dilapidated surface. "I wasn't. Looks like I got some, though. I'm just squatting here."

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "I have contacts. Some are good, some are bad. This one obviously sucks. I'm still building a network. This kind of work isnt exactly an exact science. You can call me bolo. And in this case I got the tip by encrypted SMS but it caries. Neither you nor this fellow are the person I had a bounty on. I do know that the fact that this warehouse was provided as a hotspot might not make it safe so you might move at some point." He has no hostility in his voice. While he is always situationally aware he has enough exposure to the different that he isnt repulsed or put on defensive."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Bolo?" Abby asks, just to be sure she heard right. "I'm Abby," she introduces herself, then hooks a talon over the wooden slat half-covering the window. "I haven't seen anyone else here before you guys came. A bounty? Like... bounty-hunter, bounty? Is that your... thing?" she wonders, tipping her head toward the window in an indication she'll slip inside after the masked man, if Bolo wants to follow her. "I haven't had any trouble here, but I've only been here a... like... day and a half." She's slipping in. "Hey, Shakespeare, you OK?"

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby's knowledge of historical costuming is possibly minimal. Carry on.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle was taken aback when he heard a young woman's voice ask him if he were ok? He turned around and saw too people climbling into the warehouse. Lyle cleared his throat and said in a thick, French accent,

"I am alright mademosille. Just catching my breath."

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson points to the Bolo at his hip. "It's a gimmick." He sure as heck isnt telling anyone about his shadow powers. He blinks as she asks him about bounty hunting. No one has so blatantly asked him before. "I help where I can. I am good at finding people. Very good at it and it pays the bills. If you have only been here a day and half you likely have a few more before they reuse this again. I do intend to have words with my contact."

He looks at Lyle and nods, curious. He looks beyond and behind him, looking to see if there is company.

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby has never heard of a bolo, so when Bolo points to the... ropy... ball thing... at his hip, she doesn't really know what to make of the connection. "The rope is a gimmick?" she wonders, kind of aimlessly, before giving the French guy the fright of his life when she slithers the rest of the way through the window, drawing those dark talons behind her and then jumping off of the windowsill to cling with one set of talons to a beam above and just hang there, looking down to the ground with her arms folded. "Yeah, I saw you legging it. It's pretty safe in here, though. At least for the next couple of days," she defers to Bolo's judgement, there. "I'm still kind of looking for a place. I'm //new//. And a lot of people get put off, you know. The legs."

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle's face is even more surprsied, and slightly fearful as he sees the young woman's legs. Not knowing what to say, he just nods along. Suddenly, the ring he was inspecting falls out of his hand and clatters on the floor. He then swears and picks it up quickly.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Bolo has read files of magic items and hyper tech so of course he keeps an eye on the ring, but since neither of these folks are threatening him or a target or even remotely evil so far as he knows he keeps his cool. "Its a way of making myself more than a guy in a biker helmet and speed suit. I know how to use them so why not?" He looks at Lyle, trying to put him more at ease, "What is your name?"

Abby Oster has posed:
"Oh. How do you use them?" Abby will go ahead and ask, a slight pivot of her thigh at the hip producing a semi-avian sway; she swings gently to and fro, doing a little abdominal crunch on the up-swing because... why not? She's kind of sporty, she can do sit-ups on the ceiling if she wants. "I'm Abby, that's Bolo," she provides Lyle with the names so far.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle, still slightly uncomfortable, nods when he hears the names. He then clears his throat and says in his thcik, French accent,

"Bonjour, it is nice to meet you. My name is La Raton."

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "The weights wrap themselves around a limb or neck with a series of smaller ropes when tossed. Its a modearately difficult weapon to use and a very difficult weapon to use well. That's the gimmick. Pleased to meet you both." Jovian hasnt exactly had a normal social encounter in a while so he isnt certain what to do but he keeps himself nice and relaxed given the situation."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Bonjour," Abby answers back, sounding like the most American person to ever say that word since the dawn of its usage. "Are you from France? Are you from, like... the past, in France? Or is that just, your... gimmick?" she wonders, borrowing Bolo's term. As for Bolo's gimmick, "Oh, that's cool. Can you show us?"

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle grins, seemingly more comfortable with the alien looking woman. He then good heartidly chuckles as he says to her,

"No, no, no, mademosille, I am not from the past. I am simply a humble man "liberating" items that don't belong to certain people."

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Old Jovian would have a problem with that. New Jovian deals with it. He has stolen things himself. He focuses on a way to break the ice and looks at a nearby concrete pillar and twirls the bolo in his hand a moment and tossess it at the pillar with astonishing speed and accuracy. At least, as much as you can show off by tossing a bolo at a pillar but its easy enough to imagine it being a moving target.

Abby Oster has posed:
"Oh, yea?" Abby swings, considering that line of work. "Like people hire you to find their shit that got stolen? That's gotta be tough, sometimes," she supposes, then watches the ball-rope demonstration with some curiosity. A rather more dramatic backward swing and on the forward swing she lets go of her beam and does three-and-a-quarter turns in the air before clutching onto the pillar sideways and walking down it toward where the rope's now tangled. "That's pretty cool," she tries to untangle it, herself, maybe to play with it, or maybe just to return it to its owner.

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle smiles at the young woman and says,

"Sorta mademosille. I tob from those who rob others and steal that which has been stolen. The people I help often don't know I help until their objects have been returned."

He claps softly at Bolo's move and suddenly, picks up a loose stone and tosses it into the air. He then pulls out one of his pistols and shoot it in midair, showing off his shooting skills

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The bolo is tight and a bit tangled but nothing that can't be removed with a bit of patience and efforts. It is, at the end of the day, a regular bolo not a tricked out affair with shockers and wire. He watches, curious as she does so. He nods to Lyle, "A code is better than nothing. And nice shot." He is a pretty good shot himself but certainly not capable of that level of hits. "It's a variation of what I do with people."

Abby Oster has posed:
"Oh, like Robin Hood, but-- more of a French guy and less of a cartoon fox-- it's not //coming//," Abby complains, sideways, of the ropes, which are really on there, tight, and patience is maybe not tbe best of her virtues. But it finally begins to slacken, and she can just take a loose end and walk it in circles, gripping the pole with a muscular flexing and relaxing of her talons to go in horizontal circles around it, guiding the ropes loose as she does so. "Ack!" is her answer to the gunshot, which she was not at all suspecting, and she cringes away from it until Bolo seems to be chill with it as a demonstration. "Oh... yeah, good shooting. I never learned, myself."

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle chucklrd lightly at Abby's comparision to Disney's Robin Hood. He then says,

"Sorta mademosille. Except, i prefer to compare myself to the raccoon. I even have one as my partner-in-crime. Sir Percy is his name"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein has been thinking about starting a business here in town and a warehouse would be a great place for it, so today he is out checking some older ones about, bad sections of them might get it cheaper, and he aint that worried about someone messing with him. He hears the gunfire and frowns. It might not be the smartest thing but the man with the big red mohawk heads towards the noise, trying to see whats going on.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "Racoon? Classy. Popular and fun intelligent and clean animal. Can you talk to it?" He is curious and smiles at Abby as she takes it down. He lets her exmaine it not immediately asking for it back. He relaxes a bit realizing these folks share more of his world view than he initially thought."

Abby Oster has posed:
Abby Oster gets the rope-balls loose from the pillar, at last, and then begins side-walking up that pillar again, the great talons lifting her as easily as they had walked her down. And she gives the rope a ew experimental swings once she's high enough up off of the ground not to clip anyone with them, though she might be confusing them with nunchuks or something. "Sir Percy? That's cute. Is he, like, tame? Does he do tricks? Hey!" she tosses out to Albert, rather casually, in fact, for someone who's some sort of giant demonic bird from the hips down and is casually hanging out sideways on a pillar with a dude in riot gear and a guy dressed like an old-timey Frenchman. "It looks like this place is the place to be tonight. Wish we had some music or something."

Lyle Marston has posed:
Lyle stands in place for a second, as if wondering what to say. Then he says with a smaal, but hearty laugh,

"Firstly, I can't speak to him, But, yes mademosille, he knows tricks and is quite tame. He is a perfet companion in every way. And yes, he is quite adorable."

The new arrival is just given a weary glance and a poliet tip of the hat from Lyle.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein 's brow raises and he says "Um, all ok in here, I heard gunfire and wanted to make sure everyone was ok." He says as he looks between the three. he has seen some odd things but last bird person he knew was a little more evenly mixed. You having some issues here?"

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson watches, impressed as she moves up the pillar like it was nothing. He arches a brow but no one can see it as Albert enters but nods as he doesnt do so shooting. "A display of skills. Bolo, pleased to meet you." He lets the others introduce themselves and nods, "A racoon is still a useful companion if you can get it to get along with you." He leans against a pillar, determined that tonight he definitely isn't going to get a bounty but might make contacts that dont flat out lie to him.

Abby Oster has posed:
You ever seen a parrot sort of scale its way up and down the side of its cage? Yeah, that's what Abby's getting up to, but with a rope toy to keep her hands busy, too. "Yeah, La Raton here just shot a very suspicious rock." And she laughs at her own joke, because... well, who else is going to? "And you wanna see a display of skill?" Oh, it's her turn, now, and she does the stupid excited-parrot bob, which really sort of undercuts the terror of those demonic talons she's sporting. "OK, uh. Name something random, just, like... something you might find around the house." Aw, she //was// raised in a house, after all. though now she's squatting in a mold-infested warehouse.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein looks to the others and says "Ah, was considering one of the local warehouses here for maybe turning into a garage, know if any of them in good condition, that I would not have much trouble with?"

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "I had a contact steer me wrong on a bounty here, so you might get some odd visitors but over all the nieghboorhood is low key but still useful to renew. It isnt the worst idea for a garage. And as for something random..." he considers, "My 1985 Steve Art Baseball card?"

Abby Oster has posed:
"Dude, Bolo..." Abby uses that teenafge girl voice, like //you're not being helpful.// "I don't even know who that is," she complains of his choice. "Oh. Uh, I dunno, like for... cars and stuff? I mean, the place is kind of falling apart. But if you've got money to pour into it?" she shrugs. "Pick something easier," she directs Bolo.

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein hmms and says "Well not a lot of money, figuring more repairing the place as I go, but am still looking to be honest, might try to find something closer to the airport, but I want to have all my options." He does look between the two and hmms wondering what is up.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson says, "So you want an object at random that you would recognize what it is? Like a collectable purple crowbar my father had when Iw as 12?" He nods to Albert. "I always favor fixing up pleaces that need it. Optionsa re good"

Abby Oster has posed:
"Why did they make the crowbar purple?" Abby wrinkles her nose as if it were just a major inconvenience for her, but, fnally dangling the ball-rope over her elbow, she rubs her hands together, "Whatever, I'll try." A quick breath in through the nose; a short huff out through pursed lips. Concentration. Then a sudden curvature of her spine, a horking sound like she's about to be sick, and she puts both hands to her mouth, catching the curved end of a crowbar in her palms and using them to drag the instrument the rest of the way out like a sword-swallower in reverse. She squints open an eye. Is it purple? No. "Fuck. Well, I got a crowbar, so. Half credit?"

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein looks over and blinks a moment, "That seems equal parts disturbing and useful." He says without really thinking about it, "Guess you never loose your car keys." He continues on rambling a bit.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian Anderson nods and considers,"Incredibly useful." He reaches into a pouch and pulls out a small card, he takes out two. "That card is to a darknet email but its encrypted both ways. If you have an email, let me know. I am not that hard to find." He doesnt even know Albert of course but it would be rude not to give him a card, and his lack of panick at Abby says good things about him.

Abby Oster has posed:
"You think if I had a car I'd be squatting here? I don't even know if they'll let me get a driver's license, at this point. Though I guess //trying// to drive would be an adventure." Working the pedals with these talons could end in, as they say, excellence, or serious injury. A moment's consideration and she coughs up, at the very least, //a// set of car keys, though, whose they are, she doesn't know. A shrug, and she drops both crowbar and keys onto the floor, jumping down and picking her way across to Bolo to hand him back his ball-rope and get a card. "Cool. I have a phone, but no plan, so, uh, I'll catch you when I hit free wi-fi."

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein will take the card as well, and says "well I did not know who was staying here or not to be honest. "He admits "And am sure with a little modification pedals should be no problem.

Abby Oster has posed:
"If I had wheels to start with i would sure let you take a crack at it," Abby shrugs. "I can even pay, if you don't mind having to //literally// launder your money. But it's fine; I thought people didn't have cars in NYC anyhow. And I can definitely go faster than the traffic."

Albert Rothstein has posed:
Albert Rothstein says, "Well I will admit don't get to use mine as much as I would like, but yea some folks still do, and also work on copters, and jets.""