06.20.2019 The American Scream
| The American Scream | |
|---|---|
| Movie making | |
| IC Date | June 20th, 2019. |
| IC Time | Night |
| Players | Skully, Troy, Xenovia, ildar, Ratsputin as ST |
| Location | Umbra |
| Spheres | Gaian Garou, Fera, M+/Kinfolk |
The plantation house is a broken down shack in the middle of no-where with a brick sticking out of the backc widnow, and a pickup on a cinder blocks, a confederate flag is over the front window, cracked as well with graffiti written over it fuck you nazi, this was once something majestic, something powerful, a place for people to come to wine and dine with the wealthy, but now it is redneck land, trailer park. But as of two years ago they two were run off into the wilds of the world, what brings people to such a please, the whispers of a spirit calling for help, something bad happened here recently, and well it was needing the help on the other side.
Skully looks around, then reaches up to tap his eyepatch twice and trigger the spirit within it to help him keep a lookout. "Xen says this place was the site'a some awful slasher film," he notes in his low, Baloo-like rumble, going about his 'mission prep' routine like an old soldier. "Some B-horror 'bout ol' slaves comin' back to murder rednecks or somethin'. Spirit what twigged to us ain't got much to say 'cept 'help'; it ain't in very good shape, an' most'a it's spirit-stuff's been drained. So eyes an' ears open, folks; an Xen, you keep /way/ outta trouble, hear?". The last is said with a pointed look to the Storm Kami before the big bruiser gets even bigger, preparing for whatever's to come by being bigger and badder.
Giving a nod of his head, Mercy's Wings listens to the info dump as he charges up his tribe's natural armor as he is wrapped in a blanket of sliver for a moment before it sparkles away. ~Gotcha.~ He says as he cracks his neck to one side with a push of his paw along his jaw. The large crinos is carrying a guitar over his shoulder on a long leather strap.
Xenovia salutes the Alpha like a trooper ready to commit action upon the Commanders first orders. She nods to him in all seriousness and then transforms into a leap of mist. It pools all WHITE near the Alpha's feet and then it moves over to form a solid oval ring with the group, as a circle of protection.
As they move to the umbra, it is odd now, there is a large building here, but it is moving rooms flipping and twisting, moving this way and that it is a never ending, series of boxes, moving back and forth as inside of each are all odd things, one of them flies by the Garou, inside is two spirts dressed as a madam, and her butler. He is pouring her tea in a large golden tea pot, and the woman is drinking it, as they see the Garou, both of them mouth help us, as it is whisked by them, many odd scenes, another when two gladiators are fighting to the death, hurls by above, each of these played out in a little glass room, not very big but there is a backdrops, everything one would need to make a scene, for a play or a film. They are all heading into a main room with a large flashing sign over it reading.<Dream it be it, studio of the Umbra> Millions of those moving back and forth as it is going like a mad, as it seems to have no order to the madness.
Xenovia MIST moves closer to Ildar and circles her white fluff of gaseous form around his feet. <<Silent Speech: It's Joss Whedon's best nightmare! This is a fresh hell, by the way.>>
Weathers-the-Storm gazes with that blazing golden eye on this bizarre, nightmarish scene, and huffs out a loud, annoyed breath. << What is this shit? >> he growls before switching to the Pack Link. ~~ All right; this is confusing and problematic, and probably not something I can solve with tooth and claw. And for the fiftieth damn time this month, we need a gods-damned Theurge. ~~ Then, despite his hulking, monstrous war form, he /sits down/, cross-legged, and rests his hands on his knees, silver claws glittering and teeth gritted as he just /bears/ that pain. ## What caused this? ## he asks aloud in the speech of spirits, directing the query at none of them in particular but all of them in general with his booming voice.
<< Well -- I've seen some shit, but this is interesting. >> Mercy's Wings says as he watches the rooms float about as his ears perk forward. He gives a few sniffs of the air. << I do not smell the Wyrm's Taint though. This may be pure Wyld energy at work causing this. Chaos. >>
<<I'm the director, this is my kingdom, to keep hopes alive, the dream of the cellulose.> The voice comes from the studio in the middle of the room. A large speaker is coming out of the middle of it and it is like a pa system. The next thing is a large hand coming out as it twists out of the side of the building with a loud pop. Then out of the middle rises up a single camera with a large eye in the middle of it with a crank turning itself on the side.<<This is my place, what brings you here. Stars of the future be you>> The hand reaching for the crank to turn it slowly the sound is louder then it should be as it is recording them now.
Xen comments on Pack Chan, <<Cellulose? That's like.. FAT you don't want.>> Her mist moves slow enough that she barely moves. The storm kami isn't drawing any attention to herself.
- I'm more'a brown dwarf than a star, Director, ## Weathers-the-Storm protests in spirit speech, demurring yet again against the idea that he in any way belongs in any sort of glamorous imagery, no matter how disreputable or ridiculous. The huge Crinos Wendigo peers around before looking back at the camera, then says, ## Looks like your cast an' crew ain't volunteered to be in your lil' movin' picture. Like as not they'd prefer to move on to other opportunities. Why you holdin' 'em here? ##
Through the pack bond, however, he's more direct and less cordial. ~~ I think it meant celluloid. I got its attention jus' fine. Y'all see if you can't figure out the mechanism'a this trap an' diffuse it without causin' no harm. Jus' act like you're curious about what it's filmin', try an' act natural. ~~
Xenovia MIST has no idea what this thing is. <> She's crazy. Insane. It doesn't look anything like it, but she thinks it does.
<< This is a Wyld spirit called the American Fantasy. They're obsessed in making the right movie. >> Mercy's Wings says through the packlink to his friends. << From what I remember, they used to call it the Tall Tales. >> The Gaian slides his guitar around so that his paws settle over the chords. << Perhaps it needs a sound track. >>
~~ American Fantasy or Tall Tales, it's a venus spirit trap an' we need to disarm it, ~~ Skully sends to the pack, maintaining his Indian-style seat before the electric eye and keeping his calm even with those silver claws just BURNING his hands.
- How much film you actually got finished from this lil' venture'a yours? ## he asks curiously, gesturing around. ## Enough that it's a wrap on some'a your cast? Looks like more'n a few'a these spirits's ready to head home. ##
HK will be there with the others, hanging back as he wasn't armed. Yet. But he did have his stuff prepped, the spirits humming along with him to be ready for what is to come. His attention wanders the room, trying to pick out the stuff but honestly? It's all over his head. Across that link, he'd give his own confirmation, while peering closer at some of the gear curiously.
<<Soundtrack is good, I need that of course. That is done in the end but you have skill with the guitar.>> The camera is zooming in on Troy with that un-blinking eye. But then Skully is speaking to it as it turns with a swivel but this seems hard to as if it can't watch all of the area at once. The camera was made for that little room it seems.<<Play for me and don't worry about my film. I have more then enough. They can go when the contract is open 100 movies each.>>
<< A movie's soundtrack is important throughout the entire film. You need to set the tone and the mood for your audience, then during moments of drama you bring the song crashing upwards or swinging downwards depending on the level of emotion. Then, during a joyful happy ending, you tug on the hearts with that beautiful soulful trill." Mercy's Wings begins to play the instrument in his paws, his claws plucking away at the strings in a quick, fast paced and upbeat tone that is designed to bring the listener on a ride into the opening credits.
HK pauses at something that catches his eye. He'd keep to his interest here, to not draw attention to it. But that mental link with Xen was definitely used. <<Xen.. There's a cable to the side. it leads to the lights. but there's shining inside of the box for filming. Maybe mist over there..?>>
Xenovia bumbles in her slow lazy stroll to wherever Ildar was pointing out the cable. <<You want me to see if there's a pseudo plug? I mean... I could probably zap it. But, hmm...>> She checks over the cord.
Xenovia MIST tells the group over pack channel, <<Yup, there's a plug. But I'd have to shift to pull it. AND, if I pull it, that Director is gunna see me do it. Skully, ideas?>>
Skully notes the swinging of the camera and its need to specify where its attention goes, nodding slowly and trying to keep it focused on him. ## Soundtrack, yeah, he's got that. Don't quite know what use I'd be to the production, though; ain't got no talent for none'a this. You ever consider documentary work? Cinema verite? Dogme? Guerilla filmmakin'? Get out into the... well, the Umbra, an' see what you can find /without/ pinnin' it down? ## Yep, he's scrambling. ~~ Don't risk yourself for nuthin', angel, but if'n you can do it, I reckon I can keep him here or wreck 'im if'n I have to. ~~
<<Out of here, how?>> The camera is pinned now on Skully. It is not moving everything is in pause the boxes and the actors all of it. The lights are dimmer, now it is paying attention.
Xenovia MIST says, "Of course... when they pushed all the buttons in Cabin in the Woods... ALL the boxes opened up and ALL THE MONSTERS started running around killing people. Are you ... sure?" Somehow, she thinks shifting from mist to human is a very bad idea. But she'll do it, if the Alpha tells her to.
HK watches the camera thoughtfully, slowly and carefully sneaking along behind it. He looks over at the mist and the box, then to Skully, listening to the interaction <<Let me shoot it. Simpler. She doesn't get in harm's way.>> He'd offer across that link, watching and prepping.
- Well, you're fundamentally limited right now based on design, right? ## Skully says, gesturing around with those STILL FUCKING PAINFUL silver claws. ## Stuck here, right in this spot? But what you /want/ is to make film. Well, movies're made in the /real/. Could be what you need is a proper camera to be bound to an' used for the purposes'a makin' some truly epic footage that, hey, maybe someone'll have the chance to /see/ out there in the wide world. ## This sort of hustle is /not/ the Metis' strong suit, but hey, he's got the thing's attention; he might as well spin them wheels.
~~ These ain't monsters; they's jus' captive spirits. But if'n you don't feel safe? Don't do it. ~~ Simple answer, that. ~~ Find another way. ~~
<<Okay bring me camera. I will let them go when you return.> The voice is soft now friendly and it seems to be losing the desire to be here. Two cubes coming out of the middle and with two people inside with one in a very erotic scene, the other are in a jail cell forced to watch the scene. What the hell kinda of movie was American Fantasy making, but they are gone before they can get a better look inside.
As he continues to play, Mercy's Wings shifts the tone of the music to a more 70's /smooth/ beat. You know what we're talking about ladies, gentleman. He rocks himself side to side with the pace. Bow chicka wow wow.
HK's hands ball into fist, that rage a sudden surge at seeing what was being forced, but he'd cut it off, that glare then at the back of the camera that was the director. A silent breath taken in, then let out slowly, flexing his hands a little to keep calm. Oh but that did not sit well with him.
~~ Okay, who's fast enough to run all the way the hell back to Black Stag Forge to snag Billy's GoPro? ~~ Skully asks the pack, having somehow hit upon a plan here in his freewheeling 'keep the spirit distracted' dialogue. ## Okay, boss, we can work that out. I'll go ahead an' get the proper preparations made for the Rite an' make it official-like, an' we'll go fetch that camera right quick. ##
Xenovia MIST says on channel, <<Moonbridge over and zip back? Should be easy for any of us to do I believe.>>\
<<Okay then. I will prep myself for leaving. I will allow them to leave.>> With that hand is reaching up high into the umbra to hit something high up with a little sound of a click. The cages spring open with a loud click and the world is free to run and play. They are no longer in the movies losing the outfits, the force of a role not suited back into the right forms. Millions of thanks, voice blending into a whirlwind of wound and then he it is silent as the umbra should be.
HK shifts on his feet. A nod to something mental and then he'd reach out. That ask of Mammoth to help him with ending this bully's reign. With helping to recover those people and get this one to a better space.. has him able to moonbridge, shifting fluidly as he went, to cross that bridge and head for the forge to get the camera needed!
Skully notes Honor's Keeper darting off with an approving nod, turning back to regard the director spirit and letting out a loooooooooong sigh. He's not letting up on those silver claws until this particular genie is in the damn bottle. ~~ Once the camera's set an' you're bound to it, we'll make sure we get you where you can snag up all the footage you like. We'll back it all up to the Glasswalker network an' everythin' so you can jus' keep recordin' an' editin' it all to your heart's content. Even set you up with some movie makin' software an' special effects suites. I'll bet you'd get a lot'a mileage outta that sort'a thing. ~~
There is nothing but the sound of the freeing. The American Fantasy is not speaking.
Xen continues to hold her position where she last floated to until HK re-appears with the camera device. Tendrils of her mist moves slowly over the ground and then sits very still. To HK she says over Channel <<I'm sure it won't be the end of it. Hopefully the GW's know how to 'fix' it.>>
As the song ends, Mercy's Wings gives a glance over to his Alpha with a curious lift of his ears. << Do I keep playing? >> He asks through the pack link. ~~ Gaia, if'n they /don't/, no one /will/, ~~ Weathers-the-Storm replies over the pack link, but he's calm and steady regarding The American Fantasy, keeping its attention on him. ## The nice thing 'bout this particular camera is how easy it is to set up. It's wearable; you can come along on an adventure an' have the whole thing recorded. ##
To Mercy's Wings, Skully nods once, replying, ~~ Somethin' calmin' an' slow, please. Kind'a song you hear durin' the exposition scene where the grandpa talks about the guys he knew back durin' the war, an' the nature'a true friendship. ~~
<< Cool. >> Mercy's Wings says as he starts to play once more, his paws expertly teasing along the fetish guitar to strike the chords beautifully. It's a slow paced, the kind that is designed to take you back, way back, into the emotional foggy memories of better day's past.
Ildar is fast and knows what he's going after. Once he has it, he'll race on his way back, the camera around his threat as he'd sprint full tilt in that lupus form to get back to the group. His umbral shift wouldn't take long here, bringing that camera with him, so that as he'd shift to crinos, it's easy to come back in casually, his attention first going to the mist, then around while he'd move to offer that camera to Skully.
Skully takes the camera gratefully from HOnor's Keeper, relieved to be able to stop spinning his yarn off the dome and just /get down to it/. He begins the prep, waving the pack over to act as assistants, and starts doing what he totally didn't think he'd be doing today == making a damn techno fetish.
The area is clean now it no longer seems to be a movie studio. The hand is coming out of the middle of the building is motioning Skully into the building. Inside is an old man with a eyes on his fingers, and a wide smile. He is dressed as a cowboy with a cigar in his mouth.<I'm the one you wish to take. I will go with you willing and keep your promise wise Garou.>
- Everyone's always tryin'a hang that damn word on me, ## Weathers-the-Storm replies when he's called 'wise', but he's prepared at least to make good on his promise and put the spirit in the camera like he said. He's patient, taking his time to get everything set up right, and has his assistants all around him to contribute to what was really just a wild idea spawned as a distraction.
Once his song comes to an end, Mercy's Wings will dutifully help and support Skully out with the fetish crafting rituals. << Take it as a compliment. You're pretty wise when you want to be. >> He says in a good natured tone as he hums along in his work.
The work is done well and it is done with the skill of a man use to such work even if it was on the fly. The camera is used up and ready to be taken. But what will it do is a mystery for now cause it is not a fully formed fetish as of yet. The start of it is done but the ending is hours to go and much more work.
