2021.07.14 Wight Lightning

2021.07.14 Wight Lightning - Beyond Thunderdome
Sheriff Ed provides a wight for the pleasure and amusement of the Praxis.
IC Date	July 14, 2021
Players	Gage, Ramona Storey, Stanley, Charai, Colombe, Sabine Kohler, Ed, Heathen, Amelie, Milenka, Lila, Madeline, Io, Troy, Lorenzo,Sveta
Location	Emerald Plaza Elysium
Spheres	Vampire Camarilla Ghoul

Gage has awakened for the night and makes his way out from the Haven. He pauses briefly as he notices there are quite a few people in the establishment. Gage then makes his way over to Stanley's side. He doesn't say a word so as to not interrupt the Primogen nor does he get too close. Just letting his Primogen know he is there.

Stanley comes out of the Thunderdome, looking to Gage, "Hey Gage, c'mere." He brings the man to Ed, "This is Ed, the Sheriff." Looking to Ed, "Ed this is Gage, new guy got in last night, gonna be taking him through the process." He chuckles, "You know, as we have the time." He rasps, chuckling, and looks to Gage, "Good evening, get some blood at the bar and meet people as you like, we're having a social gathering here tonight, and it's a chance to meet others before the official Court presentation."

Colombe walks in with a crisp martial stride, followed by her retainer, Jean-Phillipe. As she walks, her eyes move to Stanley and Ed. Stopping at the bar, she greets Heathen with a slight smile and turns to keep her eyes on Stanley and the Sheriff.

Ed snorts at Troy. "If you say so. More refined than I am, anyway." Her attention travels towards Gage and she huhs softly, oversized eyes narrowing as she gives him a quick once over. "Hey, always good to see new faces," she says, extending a knobby hand towards the newcomer. "Just calling me Ed'll do."

Madeline arrives with a smile and nods to those present. Any looking closely will see a tiny paw clutching the top of the woman's ear and bright little eyes peering out of her hair "Bon Soir"

Heathen gives Colombe a salute and Madeline a kiss on the cheek... while he peers at what he suspects is a giant squirrel holding on.

Gage nods to Ed, "It's a pleasure to make you acquaintance Sheriff. I hope you're faring well this evening." he turns his attention back to Stanley, "Sounds like a great plan." as he takes a look to the bar, then back to Stanley, "I once again offer my thanks for the stay last night. It was a crazy journey getting here."

"Fucking right I am," Troy says, without changing his tone in the slightest. He gives Gage a less thorough once over than Ed, but seems curious and polite. He hovers near to his boss, never far from her orbit.

Lorenzo makes his way to the gym, checking out the changes from what he recalls. He nods his head to the group gathered greeting them while his eyes looked over those he doesn't recognize as if looking for someone, "Good evening."

Stanley nods to Gage, "No problem, you have a place here till you are granted your own area." He nods to Gage, "Go ahead and try to mingle, or find a spot to watch." He looks to Ed, and nods, "You wanna open things up? Mic’s hot on Stage." He looks around as people come in, waving, to everyone, "Welcome."

Madeline lifts a hand to her shoulder to stroke the chin of the little squirrel perched there and smiles, nodding to those gathered then turning with a smile to Io "there you are cheri" leaning over to brush a kiss to the Toreador's cheek

Charai walks into the gym with a smile curling her lips. A hand raises as she waves to those she knows before heading to the bar area.

Heathen checks out the cage and it's reconstruction. "So what is the plan for tonight? Celebrity death match, celebrity mud wrestling?"

The little rodent on Madeline's shoulder sits up on her haunches when Io approaches, tipping its little head curiously back and forth.. she knows the voice but not the face then.. Pistachio! Who Cares!? Pettibwa launches herself from her perch onto Io's arm to snatch the treat

Madeline laughs "Pettibwa behave yourself"

"I'm doing well enough," Ed claims. "Hoping that this evening will be rather entertaining and maybe even a bit educational." She flashes a too-wide toothy grin in Troy's direction. "Ha. See, he is even learning how to swear properly. I am making progress." Ed then looks over at Heathen, hairless eyebrows lifting. "Not exactly, but we do have something of a guest-appearance for the night."

Colombe glances warmly to Charai at the bar, and says something quietly to her.

Gage orders a drink at the bar and whilst doing so notices Colombe whispering to Charai. He doesn’t interrupt their conversation but watches Charai's face after the whisper too see what her expression might be.

Ed nods in Stanley's direction, then makes her way towards the stage and taps at the microphone, causing it to whine in protest. "Okay. Here we go. Main event is inside the cage, so you'll all want to find a spot where you have a good view. Stanley, could you have our guest brought in?" You paged Gage with ‘There are places here. Type: places’

Lorenzo gives a slow smile to Madeline and her squirrel but he zeros in his attention to Stanley when he spots him. He steps over to him and says, "Thanks for the invitation, I'm Lorenzo Costa." He turns his head towards Ed as she speaks.

In she comes, with a little monkey on her shoulder, as always. She knows right where to go and leaps from Ramona's shoulder toward the bar area where there BETTER be fruit waiting, darn it.

Io says quietly to Madeline, "She is just fine. I have to make friends again, remember?" She lets Petti have the pistachio. She then says softly to the squirrel, "You know me. You just have to get used to this face, old friend." She glances to Madeline, "Shall we find a place to sit?"

Milenka flows in, the shadows growing in length. She pauses to watch the event with some expectation.

Madeline laughs softly at the little animal's antics and nods to Io that Pettibwa can remain with her for a moment giving the pair a fond smile. Hearing things about to begin she turns to run her eyes across the crowd, nodding to Lorenzo with a smile and then arching a curious brow to see whome Stanly will be bringing in to play?

Pettibwa noms on the pistachio Io gave her and tips her little head to the woman's voice then shifts to Io's shoulder comfortably

Colombe's eyes rest intently on the new face at the bar --- she regards him curiously for a moment before inclining her head gently to him. "Good evening. You're a new friend of Primogen Aswillas? I am Colombe de Berenger, of Clan Ventrue." That said, she looks to Charai, then back to Gage. "Shall we move closer to the cage?" She offers a quiet smile.

Charai laughs softly and leans toward Colombe as she speaks at the bar.

Io drifts over toward the bar when Madeline moves that way. She won't get the squirrel far from Madeline. She looks at the new face too with curiosity.

Troy parts from Ed's side as she takes the stage, giving her a modest bow in response to her praise. He drifts through the crowd and moves to take up a spot where he can watch both his boss and the venue as a whole, a little far back and by his lonesome.

Stanley smiles to Lorenzo, "Welcome. Enjoy the show." He looks to Ed and nods, pressing his smartphone screen and putting it away as he moves to the Thunderdome entrance. 

Across the Gym, Richard pushes a two wheeled Dolly out from the back.

Secured to the Dolly frame with restraints is a young woman. Shoulder length brown hair, Sleeveless dress, no shoes. A large shaft of wood emerging from the woman’s chest, a D-Ring bolted to the end of the Stake, swinging, glittering as Richard wheels the dolly toward the Thunderdome, letting the guests get a look at the woman, who has no real expression on her features.

Charai blinks at the woman being wheeled towards the dome and then looks over at Colombe.

Madeline moves to take a seat and a brow goes up as the.. competitor is wheeled in "Interesting" the Elder Toreador says quietly

Ramona glances around for her monkey, then spots the dolly. She takes a moment to actually lay eyes on Lucky, then nods. She's okay. She's probably harassing Andrew. Her eyes slide back to the woman on the cart and she moves a little closer.

Colombe's eyes rest intently on the woman strapped to the dolly, regarding her with curiosity.

Heathen watches the new arrival get carted in without a blink. "Well, I must say I'm a little surprised this didn't wait until a Court session... whatever it is."

Gage looks to the floor, "Yes, I am definitely a friend of the Primogen, and its my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Colombe de Berenger." he looks up and notices the wave from Charai. He grants a smile to her and looks back to Colombe, "I am Gage Elwood of Clan Gangrel." he swallows, "Thats a good idea, Ms. Berenger. Please lead the way." as he stands and offers to aid her raise with his hand.

Madeline glances to Io to make sure Pettibwa is behaving then to Heathen "Surely if this were a matter for the Imperator, the Sheriff would have waited to address it." she says with a smile, confident in Ed's abilities to do her job

Lorenzo nods to Stanley as he moves off to handle things. He starts over towards the bar but stops as the woman is wheeled in and arches a brow. He leans against the nearby wall and watches curiously.

Tap, scape, clang. Tap, scrape, clang. The arrival of Sabine is heard well before the woman makes her way out of the elevator tunnel that separates Gangrel Town from the world outside. The tap of a copper shod cane, the scrape of a boot at the end of an unbending leg, the soft clang and clatter as weight settles on a metallic brace. Repeat. A slow pace done with far to sharp movements, frown tugging at the edge of her lips, attache case held in her sole unoccupied hand.

Io settles on a bar stool and watches the woman wheeled out, "Well. This is starting out interesting." She comments softly. She checks Petti, and when she sees the first pistachio is gone, she fishes another out with a smile for the squirrel as she offers the treat.

Colombe is sufficiently intrigued by the offer of Gage's hand --- her attention is momentarily drawn from the staked woman strapped motionless to the dolly in the cage, and she smiles, surprised, as she stands. "Excellent." She looks to Sabine, meanwhile, then to Charai. "Interesting." That said. "Will you join us closer to the cage?" And to Gage, "So lovely to meet a friend of the Primogen --- I hope we will get a chance to talk more. Have you just arrived?"

Milenka hangs back enjoying the show hands clasped before her.

The little squirrel looks around the place curiously, looking for someone then heaving a tiny sigh and accepting the next nut, curling up in the crook of Io's arm

Lila's phone gets tucked into a back pocket as she steps into the gym, gaze moving around slowly as looks to see what's going on this evening.

Richard wheels the dolly to the centre of the area, kicking down a stand and locking the Dolly near the entrance to the Thunderdome. Stanley takes a roll of line from a chest by the dome and comes over to stand by the Dolly, looking to Ed, letting her take this where she wishes.

Charai stands and moves from the bar walking with Gage and Colombe.

Gage nods, "Yes, I am new to the area." he looks to Stanley, "The Primogen has been quite a pleasure and a true Gangrel. I feel one could learn a lot from Stanley." as he moves with Colombe and Charai. To Charai, "I didn't catch your name?" a gently smile across his face.

Ed grins over at Madeline, teeth lips stretching from ear to ear in a Cheshire cat grin. "Quite right. This isn't something that needs to be brought up at Court and for those who may be concerned, the Imperator is well away of her presence here," Ed continues, as she gestures towards the woman. She is dressed in a red dress with a flared bottom and matching elbow-length red gloves. "This is more of a reminder that we're not the only Kindred in Prospect. We have the Anarchs, the Independents, and yes, even the Sabbat. Our guest here is an illegal Embrace, for starters. Anyone wanna take a guess on how she ended up in her current state?"

The Staked woman, secured to the two wheeled dolly by restraints connected to the Dolly frame, lays there, inert, eyes mostly lidded, jaw slack. Stanley moves over to lean against the metal of the domed cage as Ed addresses the crowd.

Charai offers a smile, "Charai Baribeau, Primogen of clan Tremere. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Elwood." She keeps in step with the little group. "I feel this might be a night we need plastic raincoats."

Io gently pets the squirrel, whispering, "I know. I miss him too." She then looks to Ed. She says thoughtfully, "My first guess would be she either broke Masquerade or threatened to break Masquerade with her ignorance."

"Elder Siracheto, if you would be so kind to manage a table, I believe I have walked far enough for most of the evening." Sabine calls out in that heavily accented voice of hers, sour with the w's pronounced as v's and v's as hard f's. Despite her complaint, she doesn't actually stop that cane assisted ambulation over towards the Lasombra even if it is taking her a minute.

Heathen shrugs and moves toward the recently vacated bar. "Probably the same way a couple of shovel-heads became fertilizer when they decided to hassle Connie's mission. Underestimated our resolve,"

Troy feigns some interest in the staked woman, but his attention is almost wholly upon Ed whenever his eyes linger upon it. Otherwise, his eyes drift from one to another, particularly the speakers. He's more intrigued by the audience than the play.

Ramona eases a little closer, looking intently at the staked woman, eyes drifting over from point to point on the woman's features, brow knitting just a little bit.

Colombe walks with Charai and Gage to the Thunderdome. She proceeds until she is right next to the woman; she examines the woman, and the stake, with quiet curiosity. After a moment, she glances to Ed, offering the Nos a quick grin.

Madeline shakes her head "Clearly she did not have even the slightest amount of responsible guidance from her illegal sire." and invites Io and Heathen to sit with her for the show

Lila walks further inside, brow arching in surprise at the sight of Sabine and then she eyes the dolly and the woman staked on it, looking almost a bit unsure now of what lies in-store for tonight.

Milenka glances to Sabine and gestures to some of the seating along the bar. The shadows around her echo. "There seems to mainly be the bar for seating here. I believe it will provide a good view of the show."

Stanley watches, leaned up against the steel cage of the Thunderdome. About ten feet to the middle of the open area, a Staked Woman restrained and strapped to the frame of a two wheeled dolly, rests back, secured at an upright angle as the guests inspect her and offer opinions.

Gage bows his head, "The Pleasure is all mine in meeting you, Charai, and you as well Colombe." he watches Colombe examine the creature but says nothing. Tho a look of disappointment feels his eyes briefly, "Yes, perhaps a raincoat would be suitable, Charai." He removes his old trench coat, "If you need just ask."

"All good and reasonable guesses," Ed says, as she gestures towards the bound woman. "Stanley, care to have her unbound and leave her with somewhere to sit?" Request made, Ed look back over the crowd. "Would anyone be interested in trying to figure out if their theories are correct? What could be done, to figure out where this illegal vampire came from?"

Amelie steps out from the elevator, and makes her way inside to the Gym. Her eyes widen as she takes in the scene. The staked woman gets most of her focus as she figures out what the heck is going on.

Colombe looks to Ed, eyes quiet, then looks out to the gathered Kindred, to see who will test their theory.

"If it was just a show Elder, I doubt I would have left my lab." Sabine grunts, though she does turn her attention to Lila with a soft nod. "Apprentice Buchanan, your history is in the medical field is it not? It does not happen to be psychology does it?" The question is left in the air as she puts her case up on the bar as she closes in. "It is what happens after the show I am interested in Elder, assuming my guesses on this show being on this location instead of a place where I don't need to walk half a mile to get to. There are questions that need answers."

Madeline glances over as Amelie arrives and nods with a smile of greeting to the woman

Stanley looks up and nods, moving up and looking to Richard. The two of them undo the restraints, careful to leave the stake merging from her chest. On the butt of the stake is a metal piece, a shiny bolted in D-Ring. As he does so, Stanley looks around, and carefully lifts the woman, fingers wrapping around her torso, carefully keeping the Stake in place as he carries her into the Thunderdome, going down into the pit as Richard climbs UP the cage. As Stanley settles the woman in the chair carefully, Richard takes a position on top of the dome.

Heathen quirks a small grin at the question. "Well really, the how would depend on the toolkit at one's disposal, or what one is willing to pay to get access to someone else's toys. Of course, asking how /we/ would do it is somewhat ... irrelevant, unless you're hiring that is..."

"It /is/ but no, not psychology," is Lila's response as she closes in on the bar for the time being, shifting her gaze to Sabine questioningly. "Why do you ask?" clearly she missed what triggered her clan-mate's question.

Ramona sneaks a little closer and her brow knits slightly. "I call shenanigans." she says lightly. "Hair's done. Makeup's done. Just pretty as a picture. This isn't the state taht she was found in, surely." Her eyes move from Ed to Stanley and then back again.

Pettibwa perches on Io's shoulder for a better view

"I'm asking how others would do it, Heathen," Ed says, as she turns her head towards the speaker. "So people are given the opportunity to think about a problem and use their minds. No mental exercise is irrelevant, so long as you learn something from it." A beat. "Very good, Ramona. Anyone else?"

Colombe walks to stand with Charai and Gage, offering the new Gangrel a warm glance. "What do you think, Mr. Elwood?"

Amelie moves forward, closer to what is going on. "Has anyone tried to touch her mind yet?" She offers to them. "Could get a lot of good information that way. I can help, if you like."

In the Thunderdome, Stanley looks up at the others looking down on him and the woman in the chair, listening to the observations.

Madeline nods to Amelie with a smile "My thoughts exactly, also if she knows, dominate would work, applied correctly of course"

"I am out of my lab dear, that means some level of curiosity. I was hoping to manage some answers to some questions before there is some manner of games of instinct well outside of the Imperator's eye." Sabine nods her head to Lila. "I am hoping that against an evasive subject you will have some manner of insight." Another nod as she clips open her attache case, removing several objects to set to the side. An old style syringe, several vials, a jar of slick pennies, a long steel needle, a book, and what appears to be a small bag of bird's tounges. Her attention however shifts to Stanley. "I do hope no one expects me to make it down there. I do not believe we have met, but could I ask you sir to retrieve a sample for me?"

Gage leans in to Colombe's ear slight and whispers, "Seem's staged. I don't know to be quite frank. I can't see who would be so bold to do embrace without permission? Unless, they have succumbed to the beast. I also was told that Prospect is heavily patrolled so I cant really see another Sect doing this? It's a quandry. That is for sure."

"There are plenty of people who embrace without permission," Ramona offers to Gage, standing up all the way straight and holding out her hand. The world's tiniest monkey flies out of nowhere to land on her hand and then is transferred to her shoulder. "What IS the state in which she was found, Sherriff?"

The shadows around Milenka whisper as she regards Sabine "I am sure the Sheriff would be willing to provide a sample if you have a demonstration of your abilities you'd like to make."

Madeline lifts a hand to brush a lock of golden hair behind her ear "Are we playing 20 questions?" she smiles

Svetlana Serova arrives without much in the way of fanfare. Arms folded and what's becoming a characteristic unlit cigarette dangling from her lips, she steps into the observable realm and leans a hip against the wall from a safe distance away from the display at hand. Her fingers drum anxiously along her bicep as she takes stock of the assembled undead and their center-piece for the evening.

Stanley looks up to Sabine, "Sample, Certainly." Then to Richard, who crawls over the cage offering to take the sample vial, connects it to the line and lowers it down to Stanley who takes the vial, opens it, makes a small claw nick and collects blood in the vial, recapping it and reconnecting it to the line to have Richard retract the line up, Richard offering Sabine the Vial, "Ma'am." Polite Ghoul.

Lorenzo glances to Sabine, "In addition to mental probes I would have say a blood test would also work but it seems that is already in progress."

Heathen nods toward Amelie. "It's the most basic, but also... can be trapped. False memories implanted, or ... traumas can be transferred with certain skills. Clairvoyance in it's various forms." points to Lila.. "Give them to the Tremere to juice like an Orange." and adding finally "Checking her ID, verifying it, and asking questions of her mortal aquaintances is often overlooked." and another slight pause. "Peeling skin like a potato is fun, but not as reliable."

Io's gaze flits from person to person though she remains silent at the moment. Another pistachio is produced and offered to the squirrel who moved to her shoulder. She seems utterly at ease with the creature clambering over her.

"Not as quick as yours I fear." Sabine notes as the vial is returned to her, eyeing it for a moment before she places it back into her case. "It will take a week of testing in my lab to get any information more relevant than the immediately obvious. Biothaumaturgy trades off time for a more complete study of the material, so by all means if you wish to do a quicker testing we already have one sample, two is not much to ask for. I fear in this case, my work really begins after the Sheriff is done with the demonstration."

"Also a good question, Ramona," Ed says with a bob of her head. "She was filthy. Dirt covered and her hands were quite the mess. That is assuming that she has ID on her, Heathen, or that she has any records with the Police. Actually, one of the problems with trying to use police to ID a case like this is that it could spark unwanted questions. Particularly if the victim is listed as a 'Missing Person.'"

Pettibwa peers curiously around the room then, ooh pistachio! The tiny squirrel snatches the nut and curls up on Io's shoulder again

Lila's brow furrows as she looks at Sabine, watching as the Tremere removes the various items from her attache case and then her attention is on Heathen, listening as he chimes in and blinking a time or two when he points to her. "This is what I get for arriving late to the party," she murmurs, reaching up to tuck a curl behind an ear while trying to digest everything going on.

Ramona nods to Ed. "So buried underground then. That explains a lot," she agrees, backing up a little.

Ed says, “But yes, you are right, Heathen. Poking around in someone's head isn't always reliable and there is always the risk of biting off more than you can chew.”

<---======##====================[ Dice Roll ]=====================##======---> Sveta rolls Self-control vs 1 for 3 successes. +2 +3 +4 <-------------=============++++++++++++++++++++++++=============------------->

Sveta glances about, and, after a moment, settles on it being a safe bet that smoking isn't off of the table in an area where there's regularly small arms fire. She brings out her lighter and sparks her flint, taking a deep drag of tobacco smoke into her lungs. She presses forward, closer now, trailing twin streams of blue-grey exhaust out of her nose.

Heathen smirks, just a little. "Less police, more... social media."

Colombe nods quietly to Ramona, and offers Gage a slight grin. "A quandary for sure. I'll bet you $10 the Tremere will not solve this first." She looks to Charai, offering the Tremere Primogen a quick grin.

In the Pit, looking up through the steel, Stanley  smiles, walking around, looking up to follow the conversation.

Lorenzo smirks at Pettibwa's antics with the nuts and nods as he glances then from Sabine to Ramona, "The blood test might not show it but sounds suspiciously like a fresh shovel-head."

Troy looks like someone making notes, only- without the pad. That would be bad, after all. It's almost as if he's a student in a lecture of which he's truly enthralled, eagerly lapping up knowledge on offer.

Ed's hairless eyebrows lift, as she gives Heathen a bit of a look. "Did you miss the part about, 'assuming she has ID on her?' Police are what people tend to turn to for identification, if there is no ID found."

Io smiles at the little squirrel. She slips off the stool without disrupting Pettibwa and walks over to offer the squirrel back to Madeline, "I just remembered something I need to take care of," she says quietly to the Elder. Once the squirrel is passed over to Madeline, she quietly heads for the hall back to the elevator with a quiet, "Please excuse me," to the rest gathered.

Gage chuckles softly, "I don't know. The Tremere are quite notorious for the intellect." he looks to Charai too see if she takes the bet.

Charai is watching the woman but just smiles at the question put at her. "There are already others working on it, and I do think we may already have had the most likely answer given."

Ed lifts her chin and scratches at her throat. "Anyone else hear what Ramona said? Explains a lot. With that little extra tidbit of information, are there any new guesses?"

Madeline looks up and nods, lifting her hand for Pettibwa to step onto "Walk safely in the night Mademoiselle" and settles the little rodent on her shoulder again

Amelie aahs and has figured out that this is a game of sorts. Interesting. She looks around to see what those that were hear earlier and learned more can offer with this latest bit.

In the Pit, Stanley looks up through the cage, walking around the chair and Staked woman, "Sounds like we're approaching 'Final Answer' time."

Troy puts his phone on the table and taps a few things into it, then sets it aside again. At some point he fetches himself a tonic water and returns, sipping through a straw.

Colombe regards Charai warmly. "As you say." A smile remains momentarily, before she looks back to Ed, and the staked woman.

Milenka watches the various questions and commentary noting who's made cunning insight.

Lorenzo glances around to see if anyone else makes a different guess than his.

Sabine turns away from the others for a moment, reaching into her bag of bird's tongues to retrieve one. Letting the others guess, she instead mutters under her breath as she crushes said tongue between thumb and forefinger over the course of a few minutes before she sprinkles the residue over her book.

"I'd be willing to guess with some certainty that she was a shovel-head, yes. Either freshly emerged, or dug up. If her fingers were all cut up and she was covered with dirt, I'd say that's a pretty educated guess."

Colombe says something quietly to Gage, and offers him a mischievous grin.

Ed looks around for a moment, before offering Lorenzo a brief grin. "Well, it seems that Lorenzo has hit the nail on the head. Quickly followed by Ramona. What we have here, is a shovel-head."

Gage places his hand on the Colombe's shoulder briefly and whispers with a chuckle.

Heathen watches the sheriff for a moment and nods toward Ramona.

Sveta lazily fumigates her lungs as she circles the cage. She's silent still, jaw cocked forward in a sullen placidity. She swallows dryly when double Jeopardy is hit, a faint hint of a brow furrow ensuing. Her gaze follows the staked woman's figure, head to toe. She plucks the stogie from her lips and ashes it to the side.

"Think it is about time to pull the pin," Ed says, with a glance towards Stanley. "Feel free to do the honours, if you'd like. And everyone can get the chance to say hello."

Colombe looks quietly to Gage and offers another amused reply.

Lorenzo smiles to Ed and dips his head before turning to look over at Ramona, "I think the saying is, 'Great minds think alike it seems.'"

Amelie blinks, "Pull the pin? Do we need to step back to avoid collateral damage?"

Lila's attention drifts between those at the bar and what's going on in the cage, choosing to focus on the latter so as not to have even more fly over her head from the lack of listening closely.

Gage leans in close to Colombe.

"There is a reason that she is in there, and we are out here," Ed tells Amelie. "Those who can and are curious, may want to take a look at her Aura."

Madeline’s brow arches and smiles "As long as she isn’t about to explode I think we're safe enough.”

Stanley looks around from the Pit, looking up at the group, "Sure!" He calls, looking up to Richard, who settles himself over the top of the dome.

As the metal latch is lowered down to Stanley from the cage roof. "You know, Ed's right, when she brought her here, first thing I did was read her Aura. A lot safer and told me the pertinent information." He connects the line to the butt of the stake, and looks up to Amelie, "Yeah." He says, moving out to seal the Thunderdome, leaving the woman in the chair, line connected to the butt of the stake. 

Richard pays out line as Stanley comes up to meet him, taking the line and letting Richard get off the Thunderdome.

"Tell me Elder Siracheto, there is a question I have always wanted to know the answers to. Can entropy be reversed?" Sabine notes, looking to her book, and then back to the thunderdome. Her hand moves out, grabbing onto the steel pin she had placed to the side and taking it into a hand.

Heathen raises an eyebrow. "Fresh enough from the grave to still have it's dirt, but already that dangerous?"

Milenka looks to Sabine as her shadows whisper. "Reverse? Temporarily perhaps with magic. But it is also inevitable. You have just bought yourself meaningless moments before all things end."

"We all have a Beast in us, Heathen," Ed says, tone flat and far less jovial than it typically is. "Would you care to go down there and see just how dangerous she is?"

Lorenzo looks closer at the woman at Ed's suggestion and then pushes himself away from the wall, becoming more alert. He doesn't seem alarmed, simply cautious.

Colombe glances warmly to Gage one more time, offering a pert grin and reply, her eyes a bit dark, before her attention moves to Ed, as it seems she has invited Heathen to volunteer as tribute.

Serova's lip curls a little. She's forgotten her cigarette, pinched between her index finger and thumb. Her tongue plays across the back of her incisors, one hand on the cage. She eyes the Rube Goldberg machine of an unstaking mechanism before her eyes settle upon the 'pin' holder. Gage senses “Colombe gives you a quiet look, her eyes dark for a moment, even as she smiles pertly. "Brace yourself." This well-meant sentiment is offered quietly just before she looks back to Ed.”

Heathen tugs on his shirt. "As much as I might enjoy a good scuffle, it wouldn't have much point. When she's let loose, probably be in a hunger frenzy. And then, once she calms from that, well... she's surrounded in a strange place. One frenzy to another. Rather than waste that kind of time. If anyone has the skills to calm such a thing... it's be a good time to warm them up."

Madeline nods to Heathen as she watches "He makes a fair point"

Troy slowly slides closer to the edge of his seat and peers down, leaning forward on his elbows. His attention gradually dials in on Sveta.

Stanley looks around and nods, "Good time to start." Stanley takes up the line, bringing it taught, then pulls. 

In the Thunderdome, the woman bucks and her back arches as the stake pulls her up, her body lolling, head back arms outstretched, as she is lifted off the chair by the stake. As she hangs, suspended by the Stake it slowly slides, sucking sound heard as the wood, stained with Vitae, slides from the wound. 

As she drops from the stake, Stanley pulls the line, bringing the stake up as before she hits the ground the woman is an animate thrashing of limbs. Hitting the ground, springing up, grabbing the chair and with a screech of utter Rage, Need, Terror, the chair explodes against the inside of the Steel cage as she hurtles the wooden sitting piece, spliters flying-

K-KRUCH!!

Next instant the woman is there, glaring out as she hangs on the cage bars, trying to -Bite- through the steel, blood spurting from her mouth as one of her incisors CRACK, chips of enamel and Vitae landing outside the cage as she reaches out, clawing in air for the sources of Vitae, of blood. 

This creature, Everyone knows what it is, the howls she makes echo in the Beast in all of Kindred blood. In the private moments, looking on the thing within each one of you, this is what is glaring back, the same madness and endless drive. Death and Madness. This is the Beast, and in this woman, forevermore will be.

Gage seems very cautious as this "game" has risen to another level. He prepares for what may come next. Seemingly a Climax.

Lorenzo glances over at Heathen and gives an upnod of his head, but doesn't make the effort as this is Ed's party.

Colombe's eyes remain rapt on the enraged Kindred, her expression marked by quiet curiosity and intense interest.

"Any Frenzy is dangerous, Heathen," Ed says, as the woman throws herself at the cage, trying madly to reach those just beyond her grasp. "Even from one freshly Embraced. We all have a Beast in us, that is a part of us."

Madeline watches silently, the Elder is not stranger to what the beast can do

Lila's lips twitch and then press firmly together as she watches the unstaking, eyes staying on the frenzying Kindred as she watches and listens - this is apparently a good night for the littlest Tremere to learn a thing or two.

Serova watches the rise and fall of the animated corpse, bristling. The impact of the chair earns a hard blink from her vantage point, but she's more or less oriented behind the beast and her attention on the bulk of the audience, so there's no real risk of shrapnel. She can't help that the proximity earns a showing of her own fangs, an edgy energy running through her frame as she watches the beast's steel-contained warpath. A half exasperated breath comes from her nose as her attention shifts from the monster herself to those keeping her captive.

Sabine watches, impassively for a moment. Staring. Then she begins to chant, the words lost under her breath, eyes straight ahead. Stock still for the most part she thrusts her empty hand outwards, palm up. Bracing herself on the bar with her legs locked as her other brings that pin around, tracing its tip along the dead flesh in some arcane sigil before she suddenly jams the pin through her hand.

Gage crouches in front of Colombe and Charai on high alert like a guard. (As if they would need one) Nevertheless its in his instincts to try and protect Clan, Sect, Friends, or friendly acquaintances.

Ramona just gets REALLY still as things start happening. She could be made of stone. The monkey on her shoulder dives into the neck of her hoodie. If Ramona could go anymore pale, she would have

Amelie just watches. There is concern in her eyes, maybe even sadness, but a certain amount of understanding. She sure is glad that they have law enforcement in many numbers here tonight.

Heathen raises an eyebrow at the comment and seems to.. rethink his response a moment. "Indeed... I don't think anyone in this room... well, maybe one.... is unaware of that. Hence, why many Kindred make a point of learning how to shut them down. Highly useful skill in taking the wind out of the sails of those who have learned to use that as a weapon, as some of masters of the ancient Paths taught their students."

Ed blinks, going silent as she looks over at Sabine. "Uhh, what the fuck is she doing?" She asides, quietly to Troy. Not that the Ghoul is going to have a clue.

Charai is about to say something to Gage when what is going on at the bar with Sabine catches her attention. She watches for a moment then looks back at Gage, "Your very Gallant."

Madeline leans back in her seat, Pettibwa wound around her neck like a stole and watches Sabine with an arched brow

Colombe offers Gage a quiet smile, but when Ed speaks, her attention shifts to Sabine.

The woman drops from the cage, landing. then she's in the bottom of the pit for a moment, to SLAM back up, tearing herself on one of the hooks in the metal, swinging her legs up to kick against the bars, screaming in rage. She drops down and SLAMS up again, stoppong, hanging off the steel, screaming, suddenly bouncing off the cage to the ground and leaping AGAIN to SLAM against the inside of the cage facing Sabine and SHRIEKING-

Then like a switch, she drops from the cage and lands in an inert heap on the floor of the pit.

Lorenzo steps over to where Amelie and Madeline are standing and quietly remains there, watching the situation.

"Well, fuck me, that's a new one," Ed says, as she peers into the cage. "Well, she isn't moving, but she isn't turning into dust, or anything like that."

Stanley chuckles, and looks to the Tremere, "She has gone inert. What does that tell you?"

Heathen glances over at Sabine.. "A couple of blood packs and some Animalism might have been less... painful that being stabbed in the hand...."

Troy is interested enough that he just doesn't react to start with- it's only after a short time that he says, "I can't say," to Ed, in a distracted tone. When the vampire goes down like a puppet with its strings cut, he stands up and tilts his head from side to side, peering for a better look.

Milenka almost smiles but she does nod to Sabine in recognition of her trick.

Charai watches the limp body in cage and smiles a little, "Well done." the words offered to Sabine.

Madeline hmm's and smiles "Well done"

Sabine continues to chant for several more minutes. Then suddenly a stop, reaching out to grab her cane with her non pierced hand, which she leaves the needle in. There is a look to Stanley, her eyes asking for time. Then that tap, scrape, clank, as she starts for the thunderdome. "Female, caucasian, appears to be in early to mid twenties at time of embrace. Henceforth refered to the subject. Entirely feral and suppressed due to severance of beast from psyche. The opportunity is thus, while in the wight state not immediately self destructed, and contained, a rare chance. The question? Can entropy be reversed? Can with the suppression of the beast can a mind be rebuilt from the Wassail state?" Her voice is still harsh, analytical, but edged with something nearing excitement.

Gage slowly rises now seeing the body mere motionless on the floor. His attention falls to Sabine like most of the Gathered. He tilts his head and listens closely trying to understand everything Sabine is saying.

Colombe's eyes follow Sabine's steps to the Thunderdome, listening with clear interest to the Tremere's words. "Most would say no." By her expression, she is open to arguments.

Stanley looks at Sabine and tilts his head chuckling more, and looking to Ed, then back to Sabine, "Well the fate of this one rests in the Sheriff’s hands, so if you want to try." He makes an offering motion to Ed as he moves back to the cage, looking down at the inert creature.

Sveta's glowering resentment of the entire affair has been dogeared in favour of interest in a novel matter. She even remembers her cigarette, but not that it's smouldered down to the filter, which she tastes with a small scowl on her next drag. She drops it underfoot, grinds it out, and spits off to the side.

Sveta senses “Colombe looks your way briefly, before looking back to Sabine and the wight.”

Ed shrugs. "Was just gonna finish of the evening by removing her head," she states, matter of fact in her tone. "If you want to lay claim to it, I'm certain that something can be arranged."

Lila looks back to Sabine after a time, head tilting a bit as she regards the other Tremere, naturally curious at what it is she's doing and trying to get at. After a few moments she looks back around at the others and just continues to listen.

Ramona is still completely unmoving, other than her eyes which followed the woman until she went down. And there they stay. This is an uncomfortable truth for Ramona, hopefully for everyone, about where you can end up if you aren't careful.

Lorenzo glances over to Sabine and then relaxes against the bar, "We had one of the Tremere in our coterie. They always question things."

Milenka nods to Ed with her shadows whispering "A very good showing Sheriff." before she abandons physical presence merging with fleeting shadows and fading away.

"There is only one way to find out." Sabine goes on, though it appears she is speaking more to herself than anyone else. "Elder Siracheto, I would call upon you to ask that you place the talents of your clan at the disposal of this. I would ask that you enter the subjects mind and tell her a story, a morality tale if you would, a memory of right and wrong, and how to operate as a cognizant being in our society." A look upwards now, towards Ed. "Permanent destruction would be a waste of an opportunity."

Heathen glances toward the shadows as they fade, chuckling. "Some Elders get bored easily. Have you got a specific tale in mind, or just the collected collection of the Brothers Grimm?"

Stanley listens to Sabine, smiling, "That's great." He turns and points Richard to the dolly and restraints, going into the Thunderdome, unlocking the entrance, and collecting the inert woman, locking her in the restraints, trussed up on the Dolly and brings her back up, "Okay all packaged up."

Madeline says, “Do you feel she can actually be redeemed?”

Colombe offers, with a quietly dark tone. "There's never been a known instance, to my recollection, of one being saved."

"The moral itself does not matter sir, my interest lies only in seeing what is possible." Sabine answers Heathen before her attention turns to Madeline. "There has never been any documented case of anyone returning from a Wassail state. But also until only a century or so again we had no idea what oxygen was. Questions exist to be answered, but they are only answered by asking them."

Madeline nods to Colombe “Nor would the Imperator allow it

Gage looks curiously at Sabine as if to say "re you sure you really want to do that?"

Lorenzo glances to Madeline, "That's what boons are for aren't they?"

Ed lifts her chin and scratches at her throat. "Well, if it is possible, I doubt that we're going to manage a breakthrough tonight. Stanley, how about we package her away and feed her a little when she comes around. Hmm? Sabine, we can talk later, alright? If you want her for a test subject, we may be able to arrange something."

Heathen watches the creature get carted up.

Madeline looks to Lorenzo "If she is worth it to you Monsieur" she smiles gently

Colombe, for the record, is intensely interested, and seems quite willing to see where it goes.

Lila shifts slightly, reaching behind to pull out her phone. Swiping a finger quickly across the screen to read what's on it. "Excuse me," she murmurs to no one in particular, except perhaps those in her immediate area as she vacates her seat and makes for the exit.

Stanley looks around, "Oh, well, I can feed her, and I'll throw in the Dolly, but I'm not keeping this thing here." He chuckles, shaking his head, "I'm sure you can find a proper controlled environment to do this in."

Lorenzo holds his hands up and smiles to Madeline, "Not me, the Tremere. If they want to do some type of research."

"Yes yes, nothing ever comes quickly. Nor may at all." Sabine nods, before she is turning to go back to her case. "We will speak at your convenience I am certain."

Heathen blows Madeline and Io a kiss as he starts for home as well

Ed inclines her head towards Stanley. "I wouldn't expect you too. I appreciate you doing this much. Give me a night or two to make arrangements?"

Serova appears marginally contented by this turn of events. She slinks back from the cage a few paces.

Amelie takes note of all that she has seen. "It looks like all is in order. Should the Imperator expect a report soon?"

Stanley nods to Ed, "Okay, She'll be able to be moved any time." He looks to her and pokes her chest, "Yep." To himself.

Charai turns and leans to Colombe, "It is doubtful the mind can be restored but still and interesting experiment in it's own right."

"Thank you," Ed says to Stanley, with a bob of her head. "You mentioned an interest in weaponry before. If I can help you with that, let me know. For now, I think I shall retire for the evening. "I hope that everyone enjoyed the show." Amelie is offered a smile, in response to her question. "I made a report before doing all this," Ed says with a wave of her hand. "Honestly, I got lucky, coming across her the way I did. Tucking her away before she could cause any trouble. Still, it is a reminder that the Sabbat are a thing. Even if they've been quiet of late."

Colombe glances warmly to Ed, and replies to Charai. "A very interesting experiment, I wish you every success. Otherwise, it is a stark reminder." The last statement is said thoughtfully, and as her mind lingers in thought, her fingers brush her phone lightly. "Thanks, Sheriff. This made for a very enjoyable evening."

Stanley speaks to Richard, and they move off with the Staked woman on wheels. Stanley returns a moment later, brushing off his hands.

Sabine snaps her fingers once over her book, before she starts to place it and her other tools away in her case. Giving a small wince as she withdraws the pin from her hand.

Charai nods to Ed, "Thank you for an enlightening evening." She makes her goodbyes then and heads out.

Amelie nods, "Tres bon, Sheriff." She adds herself, "This certainly was an interesting change of events. Now, if next time we have to solve a murder..."

"I believe the Keeper of Carlsbad is running next week's event." Colombe replies to Amelie. "One never knows."

Gage looks up to Amelie and chuckles softly.

"The Keeper of Carlsbad?" Gage looks to Colombe

Stanley walks through the group, snagging Gage and bringing him along, propelling him at his side to Amelie, "Ah good, this needs to happen, Herald, how did you enjoy the happenings?"

Sabine gives a nod to Amelie as she finishes her packing, and canes her way out.

Sabine heads back to the elevator for the Hospital, vanishing in a rectangle of light.

Gage follows alongside his Primogen eagerly.

Ed collects Troy and offers Colombe a warm, if toothy smile, before she takes her own leave. "Enjoy the remainder of your evening, everyone."

Colombe takes the opportunity to approach Sveta, and offers the Malkavian a warm, if subdued, greeting "Good evening, Whip Serova."

Sveta eyes Colombe as she approaches, having been preparing to head out herself after the deputy's departure. She dips her head lightly. "Colombe," she responds.

Amelie smiles to Stanley, "From what I saw? It was an excellent event. I wish I had been able to arrive sooner and have a full download of what was going on. I think it was a wonderful idea." A look to Colombe, "She is? That is wonderful." As Gage comes along, she notes the new man, and drops to a full curtsy. "Bon soir, Monsieur. I am Amelie Renoir, Imperial Herald, Court Harpy, and Daughter of Cacophony. It is a pleasure to meet you. I assume you are Monsieur Elwood?"

Stanley looks to Gage as the Herald introduces herself.

Gage seems taken aback, "Umm Yes. Gage Elwood." his voice trails, "Thats me." he regains himself, "I have heard of you. All great thing's Ma'am. A Daughter of Cacophony? You're the first I have ever met. The pleasure is all mine." as he gives her a gracious bow.

"I won't keep you." Colombe offers, while giving Sveta a nod. "We should talk sometime, though. Enjoy the night."

Sveta raises her chin a hair, letting this linger for a long moment, before it settles in a nod. "Da. Okay. Spokoynoy nochi." With this, she's off.

Amelie rises and bats her eyes a bit to Gage, trying to look coy, "Your first? Well then it is certainly an honour to be your first siren to cross your path. Do you enjoy music?" She is just being friendly with the newcomer, playing up maybe a bit of the myth of her bloodline.

Stanley smiles, watching the conversation between Gage and Amelie, just standing by right now.

Lorenzo leans back against the bar and listens, glancing over to Stanley, "You made some interesting changes to the place."

Colombe watches Sveta leave, then closes the gap to Amelie, Stanley, and Gage. She smiles quietly to Amelie, before her gaze settles on Gage, awaiting his response with interest.

“Hell's Yeah! Who Doesn’t?” Gage then looks to the floor in Embarrassment, "Sorry about that." he chuckles softly, "Yeah, I love some good tunes. Mostly older stuff ya know? I have been told tales of how you ladies can really belt. You Sirens ya know?" as he points to her. "I was told if I ever encounter one to be careful of her words, but you seem kinda nice too me." he looks down to the ground.

Gage's BASE SHY is at least 1

Stanley pivots to Lorenzo, leaving Gage to be shy and everything. "Hey, yeah, you should take a look through the Range, glad you could make it. I've been working to get the old place back to more of an active, useful place." He looks around, "So feel free to check it out. I never knew him, but I think this is what JD wanted." He jerks his head to Gage, "We should talk more. This is open to you, when you feel like using it." He shrugs, that being about as much 'Clan structure' as is going to happen now.

Amelie nods to Stanley, "I love all music, of all eras. But I do have a particular love of jazz. Oh, it can be so emotional, I love it so much. I would be happy to take you to a club sometime, and sing for you." She smiles warmly, and adds, "I promise, no funny business. I reserve my special gifts for only special occasions." And adds a wink. She does not bite. Much. "How are you liking Prospect so far? You are quite lucky to have Primogen Aswillas here. He's only been here for a short time and has done so much for your clan."

Colombe looks to Amelie with amusement, as she prepares to take her leave. "Thanks for another lovely evening in your gym, Primogen." That was for Stanley. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Elwood. Perhaps we'll see you in court this Friday?" That said, she turns, and heads for the exit.