WillGM: -----------------Game Start--------------------- WillGM: Ellis, let's start you off with one of those timeless, irreducible dilemmas that have plagued Man throughout the twentieth century, with no solution in sight as the twenty-first century dawns. WillGM: You hear the phone ring and a knock on the door at the same time. :^) Fearless: *hee* Ellis: :( Ellis: Okay. The first thing I do is freeze, then I pick up the phone. "Hello?" WillGM: (It's evening, the day after the deal with Carver. As far as you know, his dorm has been under watch since the class.) WillGM: "Dr. Ellis?" Ellis: "Yes, Wes. Can you hold on for a minute? Someone's at the door. I might have to call you back." BA: *snrk* WillGM: "... Do you have a back way out? We lost Carver earlier today." Ellis: "..." WillGM: The doorknob jiggles. Ellis: Okay. DO I have a back way out of my apartment? WillGM: For safety reasons, you certainly would. Ground-floor window, or fire escape if you're on a higher floor. BA: Ah, for the ability to teleport. :) WillGM: One assumes that, as a city-dweller, Ellis regularly locks his door? Ellis: Okay. I hang up and get out the window, waiting on the fire escape. Ellis: And yes, locked and bolted. This isn't the Bubble. ;) WillGM: Ah, you stand outside on the fire escape? Ellis: Yeah, out of view of the window as much as I can. Ellis: Rather, I get on the fire escape. Whether I have time enough to maneuver is up to you. ;) WillGM: Okay, you can stand completely out of view of the center of the room. WillGM: You do. Ellis: Cool. WillGM: After a minute or so, you hear a crackle and the door swings open. WillGM: Footsteps enter the room. Ellis: I sit still and listen. WillGM: After a moment's pause, they head over to your desk. You hear the sound of drawers being opened and papers being shuffled. This goes on for a couple of minutes. WillGM: Did you ever write down anything about your experiences with the angels? Ellis: No. I learned from the time I got kicked out of the Vatican. WillGM: After a few papers get thrown to the floor, you hear Carver's voice mutter, "Shit." The footsteps sound again, briefly. Edward: let's hope Wes and co come to the appropriate conclusion Ellis: There's a page somewhere in my diary that's full of "Oh, God, it's true," and the Lord's Prayer written out a bunch in Latin. Ellis: But that's it. WillGM: Just on the edge of hearing, you hear a slight sound of metal on metal. A pause, and the footsteps hurriedly enter your bathroom. WillGM: After a moment, they return into the main room. WillGM: A minute's more grumbling... you hear "damn orders", followed by soe muttering about a headache, then "allright, let's get it over with." Ellis: ... oh, my. BA: He's gonna cherry bomb your toilet! Ellis: He's gonna demon-bomb my toilet. BA: He's gonna pro-wrestling power bomb your toilet WillGM: *muttermutter* "Coming from in front... angry person... 'bout so high... right about here... this angle." *pause* "Fuck, you owe me for this one, Boss." *wet sound* "Argh!" Ellis: Okay. I'm going to wait and see if whatever Carver is doing is noisy. If it is, I'm leaving down the fire escape. If it's not, I'm staying there until he's gone. WillGM: After you hear the phone picked up off its hanger and three notes dialed, everything goes quiet except for the voice of someone on the other end of the phone. Edward: $5 says he just stabbed himself. BA: Looks like he's out one vessel Ellis: Okay. I am NOT moving. In fact, I'm trying very hard to not breathe. WillGM: Allright. After about ten more minutes, you hear footsteps coming in from the hall. "Oh, *shit*," says Wes' voice. "Professor Ellis?" Footsteps start running about the apartment. Ellis: I poke my head around *very* slowly to see in through the window WillGM: Running in from the back rooms into the living room is Wes. He hasn't seen you yet, and is staring at Carver's body on the floor by your phone. There is a large red stain under Carver. WillGM: Wes seems to come to a decision, and hangs up the phone, then goes into your kitchen. Ellis: "Wes?" WillGM: He whirls about, surprised, and sees you on the fire escape. "Coach! There you are. I was worried about you." He pauses. "Say, did you really take him out?" Ellis shakes his head. WillGM: "Thought so. No offense." Ellis: "Yeah. I'm trying to keep my fingerprints away from everything in there. I was on the fire escape as soon as I got your warning." WillGM: "Good idea." He hunts through your kitchen drawers and pulls out a pair of dishwashing gloves. "Okay, we've got a dead body in your house, and if I read the phone right, he called 911. The police are gonna be here soon. How long since he called?" Ellis: "Ten minutes or so." WillGM: "Did he say anything?" Ellis frowns, trying to remember. "Something about orders, and his boss owing him one. Nothing to 911, though." WillGM: "Okay. Lemme think... Philly 911 gets a no-dialog call, ending in a hangup. Um... low priority, I think, but I still don't feel safe. We have maybe 10 minutes to get rid of this." Ellis spreads his hands. "Okay. Can I help?" WillGM: "Any ideas you have would be good. I don't usually have to sneak them out of apartment complexes." WillGM: He draws his sword. "I can make him pack a little smaller. He'll bleed like a pig if I do that, though. Zibblsnrt: [ ... "usually" ... ] Ellis: "That's... probably a bad idea. I think you might be able to fit him in the bag I keep my fencing gear in, if you empty it..." Ellis: I've seen real fencing gear bags. You can tote a body in one, especially if you don't care how it folds. WillGM: He sheathes it in that leg pocket again. "Let's go then." Ellis hesitates for a moment, then shrugs and climbs in. It's my house, my fingerprints are going to be everywhere anyway. WillGM: Climbs in? Ellis: Through the window fire escape? WillGM: Oh, from the window. Ellis: Yeah. WillGM: Thought you were climbing into the bag. :^) Ellis: I stack my fencing equipment in the closet and hand the bag to Wes. Ellis: Towels from the kitchen, we can stuff those over his wound and he won't bleed so much in the bag... WillGM: You and Wes stuff Carver into the bag and Wes, with an easy strength, lifts it onto his back like a knapsack. "Okay. I'll bring this down to the Works and run in through the chipper. There won't be enough of anything left to identify after that. You need to figure out something to do about this giant bloodstain and something to tell the cops." WillGM: s/in/it/ Ellis: "Yeah. Great." Ellis looks down at the bloodstain. WillGM: Wes nods and heads out. "If they decide to arrest you... well, we'll try to handle it, but I can't promise much." Ellis: "Yeah." WillGM: You are now alone, except for wet bits of Carver. Ellis: You mean the blood, right? WillGM: Yeah. Ellis: Okee. I pick up the phone and dial 911. WillGM: "911 Emergency." Ellis: "Hello, I--Oh, Lord, I--I'm sorry, ma'am, I just got home, and I found this... there's a pool of blood on my floor, and I think my desk, and... I'm sorry, I don't know what to think." WillGM: *typing sounds* "I'll have an officer disp-- oh, we've already dispatched an officer to that address. Sir, did you call 911 about 15 minutes ago?" Ellis: "I... no, I was out. Walking. I just got home. Well, five minutes... I just didn't..." WillGM: "Okay, sir, a police officer is heading to your residence now. Are you at all hurt?" Ellis: "Me? No, I'm fine, I'm all right. I'm just... shocked, that's all." WillGM: there's a regular 911 script to go through at this point, I'm pretty sure. The operator will caution you not to touch anything, ask if there's anything you'll need other than a police officer, and that should be about it. WillGM: About five minutes later, a pair of police officers shows up. "Hello?" Ellis: "Hi. I'm Greg Ellis. I found the... Come in. Please." WillGM: "Ell - that's where I remember you from!" Ellis starts. "I'm sorry?" WillGM: "We were in the Penn area last month. You were witness to a stabbing." Ellis: "Oh. Yes. I remember that." WillGM: The younger officer looks at the desk. "You keep any valuables in here?" Ellis: "Occasionally my watch. Some files--I teach fencing at the university, I keep notes... why?" WillGM: "It's obviously been rifled through. And the front door was forced. If it weren't for the blood, this would look like a normal robbery." Ellis looks stricken. "I didn't even..." WillGM: "Can you think of any connection this might have to the event you witnessed? We've never found any suspect." Ellis shakes his head. "Unless someone wanted to make a point, but this is an awful way to do that." Ellis takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Can I make some tea?" WillGM: "Thanks for the offer, sir, but that's probably not a good idea while we're on duty. Beside's, I don't think I could have a quiet drink with a pool of blood in the other room." Ellis: "Yes. Yes. Of course." WillGM: "Carl, step over to a neighbor's and call up a forensics guy, would you?" The younger officer nods and steps out into the hall. WillGM: "We'll have this blood tested. I wouldn't be surprised if it turns out to be animal blood or something. Put here to scare you. Some of these gangs like to do that. Put some fear into you." Ellis nods. "All right. Thank you." WillGM: "If it's human, we have a bit more of a problem. I'm no expert on this, the detectives would have to confirm it, but..." he points to one spot and another on the carpet... "it looks like someone was dragging something through this, or laying in it." Ellis puts a hand to his mouth, starts blinking a bit faster. WillGM: "We'll also fingerprint your desk and the papers. If it's somebody who has ever been arrested before, we'll know who it was." Ellis: "I... thank... oh my." WillGM: "something wrong?" *** BA has left channel Ellis closes his eyes, mutters the Lord's Prayer under his breath, very rapidly. Ellis opens his eyes. "If some poor soul died in here... and was carried off... why my home? Why me?" WillGM: "Hard to say. I don't want to speculate too much, but... if there was more than one of them, and they got in a fight... well, that could account for the first 911 call." Ellis nods. Ellis: "Is there anything I can do to help, officer?" WillGM: "I'd suggest staying somewhere else tonight, some place with a number and address where the police can contact you if anything turns up. The crime scene guys will be here, and they'll probably take a couple of hours going over everything. Is there any place you can go?" Ellis: "Yes... yes, I have some friends." WillGM: Carl returns, and says that the lab's on its way. Ellis: "And I have a cellular... I can give you that number now..." WillGM: The officers take down the number. The older one says, "It's just for a night. Is there anything I can get for you while you pack?" Ellis: "I... no, I should be fine." WillGM: "Okay." He begins writing in a notebook. WillGM: Where is it you'll be staying? Ellis heads into his bedroom, pulls out clothing, bites the inside of his lip and decides not to notice his fencing bag missing. Ellis: I'm going to go to the Works, but I'm not going to tell the officers that number unless they ask me directly. WillGM: Okay. Ellis: Okay. Clothing inna bag. WillGM: By the time you've packed, several new guys are there. Neighbors are starting to peer into your door, but the officers are answering no questions. One guy is dusting for fingerprints on the desk, another is taking a slide of the blood. Carl comes up to you. "Do you need a ride or anything?" Ellis: "No, I have my motorcycle. I should be able to make it there all right." [ snip /msg ] WillGM: "Okay. We'll call you to let you know when it's okay to return. It shouldn't take longer than a few hours." Ellis: "Thank you." Ellis heads down to the garage, takes a couple deep breaths, puts on his helmet and rides to the Works. WillGM: Let's pause here for a moment and role-play how you're received and what happens thereafter in a few minutes. In the space of this couple hours, there's something Shad wanted to do. Ellis: Okee. Ellis: BRB, then. Edward is sitting at his desk and pondering, and suddenly blinks and nearly falls off his chair in the 'I-just-thought-of-something-stupidly-obvious' mode Edward then bashes out a quick email to Fulmeniel. [ snip /msg ] WillGM: You get an immediate response: "Certainly, that seems like something I could do. How's now?" Edward: "I'll go borrow the flier from 'cole and be right over. Nearly lunch time anyway." Edward checks nicole's schedule unless it's after hours and his 'lunch time' remark is grossly inaccurate WillGM: I was figuring after hours, yeah. You're more certain to catch Nicole in her dorm room then, if nothing else. BA: It's alwats lunch time somewhere ;) Edward: 'k. Edward phones 'cole, then. Nicole: offhand, where is this in relation to last week's scenes? WillGM: This is the day on which Fearless was doing his investigation of the TCS, the evening after Nicole and Ed went to the 'Works and Fulmeniel returned. Nicole: gotcha. Nicole: "'lo?" Edward: "'cole? It's Ed." Nicole: "Yeah, what's up?" Edward: "Say, do you still have that flyer for that party lying around somewhere? A friend of mine would like to see it..." Nicole: "Yeah. Come on over and get it." Edward: "Will do. Be there in five?" Nicole: "Okay." Edward: I'm guessing the dorms and Ed's condo aren't much further than that my motorcycle. Nicole: "I'll be waiting for you downstairs, since ye can't come up." WillGM: Yeah. You're there. Edward unmounts, pulls off his helmet and waves at Nicole as he walks up the door Nicole smiles back, and rolls forward to let him in. Edward: "Heya, 'cole. Got the flier?" Nicole: "Yeah." Nicole hands it over. "Whatcha doing with it?" Edward: "Have a Seraph I know have a look at it and see if he can read what they're Truly up to. Who knows, we might get lucky..." Nicole: "Neat." Nicole: "Hopefully something will turn up." Edward nods. "Been to BA's yet for the mods?" Edward: wonderfully oblivious to the double meaning in that question... :) Nicole rolls her eyes, and nods, and mutters something offhand about pink poodles. Edward blinks, thanks Nicole for the note, says his goodbyes, and drives to Fulmeniel's place. WillGM: Aw, he should have asked. ;^) BA: :) WillGM: At any rate, he invites you in. It is a sparely-appointed room with a desk and chair, a table, and a bed so neatly made that it appears never to have been slept in, which is quite possibly the case. Edward: Ed's in I-have-an-idea-that-MUST-be-obsessedly-worked-out mode. :) Edward nods, is let in, and shows Fulmeniel the flier Nicole: it's probably a good thing he was... %) WillGM: He puts it on the desk, sits down, and regards it with one hand on the paper. WillGM rolls behind the GMscreen... Fearless: and gets a demonic intervention Fearless: with our luck... ;) Edward: ... we're about due another one, yeah. ;) Nicole: *giggle* C'mon, when's *GOD* gonna get in this game? BA watches Satan point at Fulmeniel and go 'Ha! Ha!" BA: :) Fearless oocly blasts Metallica WillGM: Fulmeniel leans back, and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Corporeal language. Oy gevalt." Edward: "No luck?" WillGM: "Oh, yes. It's just that it's a razor-thin line. The writer thinks it's the truth. But he expects it to be taken in a false way." WillGM: "Does that at all make sense to you? It doesn't to me." [ snip /msg ] Edward looks slightly ill. "Actually, yes it does." WillGM: "Please enlighten me. Humans give me such a headache sometimes. God's creatures though they are, what does this mean?" Edward: "Demons are arrogant, right?" WillGM: "Most of them." Edward: "How much more arrogant can you get than stating your plan in plain view, confident that everyone will believe you're joking?" WillGM: "Ah. Because modern Americans do not actually believe in 'dark rituals.'" WillGM: "Again, most of them." Edward: "Exactamundo. Besides, glitzed out like this it looks like Ye Usual Fraternity Halloween Prank anyway." BA: The rest just think it's funny being able to order demons to supply them with beer and nachos for an entire night :) WillGM: Fulmeniel cocks an eyebrow and looks at the rest of the flyer. Edward: "The only thing he missed was announcing Harry Potter books to be required as icing on the cake." Edward: "He could probably tell the room owners exactly what he's planning when they ask him what he intends to do with the pentagram in the living room and they'd just laugh." Edward: "Especially if he pulls a nice false-sincerity look to go with it." WillGM: Fulmeniel nods. "I'm trying to think of something that could qualify for what he intends. Demonic Rites might count, but most of what I can see is Sorcerous, which would mean humanity." Edward: does anyone remember whether that party was semi-open or invite-only? Fearless: methinks its semi-open, as the fliers were around campus Edward: ah, okay WillGM: I don't know if Ed would, but as Bill was hanging up flyers for it in classrooms it would seem to be public. Probably a beer charge at the door. WillGM: Actually, in that case Ed might even have seen one. Edward: "Okay, I'll bite. What kind of sorcery 'dark ritual' could one pull off with a couple dozen willing, if ignorant, assistants?" Fearless: nearly anything WillGM: "If they are ignorant but willing to help, they may contribute a small amount of energy. If they can whip up the partygoers, they might provide more." He frowns. "If something nasty arrives, the partygoers might be fuel for the fire. As Essence sources, as proponents of a concept." WillGM: "About the rest of the flyer: it is the fraternity's Hallowe'en party, it is at the fraternity's House, he expects the party to continue as long as he wants it to; the theme is correctly stated and indeed deliberate, there is a prize for costuming, and the magicians... ahah. The fortunetellers are outsiders, but the magicians he expects to be 'real'. I think we have clinched his nature." Edward: "a small amount of energy each could start adding up pretty fast with the number of guests a frat party attracts-.. Ah?" WillGM: "This notion of plain sight again. He thinks Sorcerors are magicians, and he listed them as among the entertainments. As distinguished from some wandering fortunetellers, apparently hired charlatans." WillGM: "Or performers, at any rate." Edward nods. "So our writer's probably a sorceror, by that logic." WillGM: "Likely." He returns the paper to you. "It is inference, but the best I can do with the information I could wring from this." Edward nods. "It's useful. Thanks. I'd better warn 'cole and the Works... Gotta give this back anyway" WillGM: "Good idea. I am available if you require my Resonance in the future." Edward nods. "I'll keep in touch." *heads off* WillGM: Presumably you return the flyer to Nicole and head home? Edward: return flyer, tell her what Fulmeniel got, then call the works as well, *then* head home. Edward: Oh, and wishing her luck again. WillGM: Nicole: Anything there that particularly bothers her? Nicole: Well, she might, at this point, let Ed know she's gonna ask greg to come along. Nicole: yeah, most likely. WillGM: 'k. WillGM: Let's take five, then we'll return to Ellis' dilemma. Edward nods. "Wise." Edward OOCly collapses. 'nite. WillGM: 'Night Shad. Nicole: night Shad. BA: Later Shad Fearless: cya, Shad Ellis: 'nite, Shad WillGM returns. BA: Arr! Fearless: re WillGM: Ellis: when you reach the Works, Pete is standing out front watching traffic and listening to a police scanner. It's now about ten at night. Ellis dismounts, takes off his helmet, leans against his bike and lets out a deep sigh. WillGM: "Coach -- we've been expecting you." He grins. "Wes is washing the last of that demon down the drain now." Ellis smiles weakly. "Good. I think." WillGM: "Hey, don't sweat it. You're standing and he's not, so that makes it a good day." Ellis: "Yes. Well. Lying to the police tends to go against my conscience. I suppose it was rather necessary, though, this time." WillGM: Pete nods. "He started it, anyway." WillGM: Rath and Wes come up to you. "Hello, Gregory. Still well?" Ellis: "I... physically, yes." Ellis: "Mentally, I'm still trying to wrap my head around one of my students being a demon and then killing himself in my apartment." WillGM: "Understandable. I've been trying to think why he would do that myself. Wes suggests that he was trying to get some last use out of a blown Role, which makes sense." Ellis: "I only know what he said, which wasn't much. He wasn't exactly playing to an audience." WillGM: "What was it? Maybe it would clear things up." Ellis: "Something about his boss owing him one, which implies he did this under orders." Ellis: "He *said* he was under orders at one point, now that I think about it." WillGM: Rath shrugs. "Well, all demons on Earth are under orders -- Baal's and Asmodeus' agents are the ones that are the most serious about it, certainly to the point of suicide." He ponders. "If the orders were to maintain Role, and it was broken, he might have thought that dying in-Role was his only option -- and used it for a chance to screw you over." WillGM: "Speaking of which, how *is* that police investigation going?" Ellis shakes his head. "I think they believed me when I said I didn't know anything, that I'd just come home. If they find Wes' fingerprints, they may very well suspect him, though." Ellis: "I gave them my cellphone number to contact me." WillGM: "I didn't touch anything except your kitchen drawers and your gloves, and I put those gloves on for carrying him. Anything in your kitchen can be explained as me coming over for dinner yesterday. Fettucine alfredo, in case they ask." WillGM: "Contact you? Is that when you left the apartment?" Ellis: "All right." Ellis nods. Ellis shoves his hands in his pockets. "Anyway. They kicked me out for the night. Is there a place here I can stay?" WillGM: Rath pronounces, "You may abide with us." WillGM: Pete grins. "Welcome in, roomie." Ellis smiles, still a bit shaky. "Thanks." WillGM: Rath turns to Wes. "You're on duty tonight." Wes nods to him and begins walking around the fence. Rath turns back to you. "Are you in shape to drive?" Ellis: "I suppose so." WillGM: Rath quotes an address in the next-door neighborhood to you. "Pete and I will be there in a few minutes afoot." Ellis: "Thanks." Ellis gets back on the bike, heads over. WillGM: The house is a one-story, small affair like all in that neighborhood. After a few minutes of you standing outside, Rath and Pete walk up and let you in. The inside is homey, not rich but clean and warm. There is no television, though a radio sits on one wall and a shelf of books stands against another. Pete leads you to a back room where you can drop your stuff. Ellis drops off his very small amount of stuff. WillGM: Okay, I have to figure out where this goes from here, given the information the police are facing at the moment. WillGM: Anybody else have stuff they would like to do? Fearless: well... I think we're waiting to see how Nicole's halloween bash turns out Nicole: Well, Nicole eventually needs to tell Greg he's coming with her. Ellis: Eeek! :) BA: And I need to plan a few things WillGM: We can move to tomorrow and RP that then, if you'd like. Say, Nicole meets Greg before or after his scheduled class? Nicole: after. Ellis: *nod* Fearless: as for the Society... well, probably going to do the standard stuff of compare the Swami's face to the Morgue and the Police Files, like he did with Zeke, Wes, and Xav WillGM: Okay. Ellis, breakfast routine at Rath and Pete's includes weapons practice in a back room at 5am. Care to join in? :^) Ellis: Sure, I'll be up. WillGM: Done, then. About 8am, the police call and tell you that you can re-enter your home. Later, it's the work day. WillGM: Nicole, you're on. WillGM: Oh -- of course, during class, Carver is missing. No one seems to remark it odd, yet. Ellis marks him absent without comment. Ellis: "Let's work on those saber techniques, then." Nicole wanders in the gym towards the end of the hour, to make sure Greg knows she's waiting for him. Ellis nods at Nicole, turns after-class practice over to the more advanced students, and comes over to talk to Nicole when class is over. Nicole waits for Greg to come over, and when he gets close enough for him to hear her, says, "You got someplace private we can talk?" Ellis frowns slightly. It's a gym. "How about an empty racquetball court or something?" Nicole: "That'll work. It's not big, I just don't want to be overheard." Ellis: "Okay." Ellis: I'm an instructor, so I should have a key. WillGM: Yeah. Nicole follows Ellis, since she doesn't play much raquetball. ;) WillGM: The two of you are alone in an enclosed racquetball court. Nicole waits until the door is closed. "Okay, two questions for you." Nicole: "First, do you happen to know where the nearest Catholic church is?" Ellis: "I... yes, actually." Ellis: "I can write down the directions for you." Ellis: *blinkblink* Ellis: "Any particular reason?" Nicole: "There's a long story involved in this, that involves BA and poodles." Fearless: cue: maniacal laughter Ellis: "Ah. Poodles." Ellis is sort of distracted, and taken off guard, and doesn't know what to make of this. BA: Poodles exist for only two reasons. Tacos and football Nicole: "Well, BA and poodles appeareantly lead into me having to owe a demon a favour, maybe. As I said, it's a crazy long story. But, anyway, question two. Owing to this long story, I've decided it's dumb to go to the party on my own." Ellis: "Oh?" Ellis: . o O (Owing a demon... augh) Nicole: "Yah. Wanna go?" Ellis: "I... I suppose so, yes." Ellis: "I'm sorry. Something came up. Yesterday someone lost a great deal of blood in my apartment." Ellis mouths 'Carver'. Nicole: "Ouch. Hopefully it wasn't...oh." Ellis: "Yes. The police are investigating." Nicole: "God, we're just not having good luck, are we?" :P Ellis: "It shouldn't interfere with the party, though." Ellis: "No, we're not." Ellis: "And of course I'll go with you." Nicole nods. "Okay. Got a costume in mind?" WillGM: DO IT Nicole shakes her head. "You and me, and Ed's worried that whomever wrote that flyer means to do a real ritual, and who knows what BA and Fearless are up to these days?" Fearless: hey, we're around. :) Ellis: "I'm sure I can come up with something." Fearless: we just don't normally hang around the campus Ellis: "... If I go as Gandalf, I can even take a sword." WillGM: %^) Nicole: "Hey, there's an idea." Nicole: "I still have no idea what to do, to be honest." Ellis: "Go, watch, pay attention, and try not to get eaten by anything." *wan smile* Nicole: "Well, yeah, I meant in terms of costuming. Anyway, yeah, g'luck at dealing with the cops." Ellis: "Thanks. And... I suppose you could go as Galadriel. If we're sticking with the theme." Ellis: Okee. That's that, I guess. WillGM: *nod* Nicole: "I could pull that off." Nicole: fade to black. WillGM: Sounds like a good place to call it for the night. WillGM: ---------------- Session End ------------------