04-30-2014, 11:12 AM
Somewhere, Laurel hears the news. That somewhere is the garage where her car is. Her car is her baby, and she keeps it in tip-top shape, 100% perfect condition. Part of that is because she works on it when she's stressed, because it relaxes her. And these days, she's always stressed.
So that's where she is, working at the garage that belongs to a friend (the more accurate word would be "associate who she pays for garage use time") on Colfax when she hears the news...someone mentions that it's on TV. "Dude, the bomber guy is being chased by the police and throwing grenades!"
Have you ever seen someone stand up suddenly and bang their head into a cabinet or something? That's what Laurel does, except the cabinet is the underside of her car hood. She's swearing up a storm as a bump starts to form there and she pays Marcus that she has to go, she'll be back for the car later. Five minutes later, she's in front of a TV, watching the whole thing with an expression that combines disbelief at the insanity of it and a lack of surprise that it went down like this. She had told Nathan that he wouldn't go down in anything less than a bloodbath; frankly the only thing that surprises her is that he was taken alive.
And then comes that phrase: Oh dear friends, you know who you are... You know what happens if this goes forward! Laurel half-chokes on her coffee there, initially thinking he must mean her. She has police connections, and he certainly could implicate her if he wanted to. Not in anything strictly criminal, but enough that it could ruin her career.
Cue a long series of profanity as Laurel proceeds to beat the shit out of something in her home. She realizes it's probably NOT her, for the record. After a while anyway. Key reason: he said friends, not friend. Laurel is just one person with a connection. And Kragen probably has employers.
So she doesn't make a move to try and get him out. First of all, her police muscle is far from that strong, considering how much damage he's done. Even if she wanted to help, she couldn't. And second, Kragen's made a lot of enemies, and a lot of friends. And Laurel's smart enough to know she's probably the least of them (and isn't sure which side of that she's on). Even if she wanted to get involved...there's no way.
So she nurses her hand (not injured, just sore from the punching) and keeps an eye on the news.
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Later that night, Summer wakes up. There is already a message for her from Roderick when she rises, ever so earlier than they usually do. That's been the norm now, after all. She ignores everything else for the moment and picks up the phone, plugs the headset into her ear. She's usually wearing her Bluetooth before she wears any clothing, and tonight is no different. She listens to the message.
Good evening, Summer, comes her ghoul-slash-agent's pleasant, warm baritone. I apologize for disturbing you, but when you awaken and receive this message you'll want to watch news coverage. I've recorded it on the DVR for you. Your schedule is clear this evening, by the way. I'll notify you if any offers come in, of course. Have a wonderful evening. *Click*
Summer plucks out the headpiece, walks to the TV, turns it on. Roderick had shown her how to operate the DVR before, it sometimes came in handy. She locates the one thing currently on it, the news report, and watches. There is no reaction--but then, this is typical for her of course. Just watching, and once it's done she deletes the recording.
The phone is picked up, no headset this time. And she makes contact with those she's met in her visits to Elysium. She goes there for one reason, and one alone: professional networking. For situations just like this.
She's trying to get ahold of Narcisa, or perhaps the Keeper of Elysium. Someone who can take an offer to Narcisa or better yet, Rasmussen. She understands he is somewhat lenient to Anarchs.
And the offer is simple: "It would appear that there is an explosive problem sitting in a cage. Should the situation not be under control yet, I offer my professional services to handle it."
She leaves it there. They will accept or refuse; either way, she has reached out.
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Kali hears about the news when she wakes up, of course. But she has a lot on her mind. Ancient evils, pregnant stakees, Holy rings, plus her drug and stripper trade. What I'm saying is, it's hard out there for a Ravnos. But she hears because when you're living on the street level, you're going to pick up these kinds of things.
Kali loves cleaning up messes for the Camarilla, because it wins her favors and those favors keep her alive. She's racked up a decent number of those favors so far. And that's part of why she just takes in the news, then shrugs.
Let him be someone else's problem. Even waking up early, there's just not enough time in the day for her to deal with that.
So that's where she is, working at the garage that belongs to a friend (the more accurate word would be "associate who she pays for garage use time") on Colfax when she hears the news...someone mentions that it's on TV. "Dude, the bomber guy is being chased by the police and throwing grenades!"
Have you ever seen someone stand up suddenly and bang their head into a cabinet or something? That's what Laurel does, except the cabinet is the underside of her car hood. She's swearing up a storm as a bump starts to form there and she pays Marcus that she has to go, she'll be back for the car later. Five minutes later, she's in front of a TV, watching the whole thing with an expression that combines disbelief at the insanity of it and a lack of surprise that it went down like this. She had told Nathan that he wouldn't go down in anything less than a bloodbath; frankly the only thing that surprises her is that he was taken alive.
And then comes that phrase: Oh dear friends, you know who you are... You know what happens if this goes forward! Laurel half-chokes on her coffee there, initially thinking he must mean her. She has police connections, and he certainly could implicate her if he wanted to. Not in anything strictly criminal, but enough that it could ruin her career.
Cue a long series of profanity as Laurel proceeds to beat the shit out of something in her home. She realizes it's probably NOT her, for the record. After a while anyway. Key reason: he said friends, not friend. Laurel is just one person with a connection. And Kragen probably has employers.
So she doesn't make a move to try and get him out. First of all, her police muscle is far from that strong, considering how much damage he's done. Even if she wanted to help, she couldn't. And second, Kragen's made a lot of enemies, and a lot of friends. And Laurel's smart enough to know she's probably the least of them (and isn't sure which side of that she's on). Even if she wanted to get involved...there's no way.
So she nurses her hand (not injured, just sore from the punching) and keeps an eye on the news.
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Later that night, Summer wakes up. There is already a message for her from Roderick when she rises, ever so earlier than they usually do. That's been the norm now, after all. She ignores everything else for the moment and picks up the phone, plugs the headset into her ear. She's usually wearing her Bluetooth before she wears any clothing, and tonight is no different. She listens to the message.
Good evening, Summer, comes her ghoul-slash-agent's pleasant, warm baritone. I apologize for disturbing you, but when you awaken and receive this message you'll want to watch news coverage. I've recorded it on the DVR for you. Your schedule is clear this evening, by the way. I'll notify you if any offers come in, of course. Have a wonderful evening. *Click*
Summer plucks out the headpiece, walks to the TV, turns it on. Roderick had shown her how to operate the DVR before, it sometimes came in handy. She locates the one thing currently on it, the news report, and watches. There is no reaction--but then, this is typical for her of course. Just watching, and once it's done she deletes the recording.
The phone is picked up, no headset this time. And she makes contact with those she's met in her visits to Elysium. She goes there for one reason, and one alone: professional networking. For situations just like this.
She's trying to get ahold of Narcisa, or perhaps the Keeper of Elysium. Someone who can take an offer to Narcisa or better yet, Rasmussen. She understands he is somewhat lenient to Anarchs.
And the offer is simple: "It would appear that there is an explosive problem sitting in a cage. Should the situation not be under control yet, I offer my professional services to handle it."
She leaves it there. They will accept or refuse; either way, she has reached out.
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Kali hears about the news when she wakes up, of course. But she has a lot on her mind. Ancient evils, pregnant stakees, Holy rings, plus her drug and stripper trade. What I'm saying is, it's hard out there for a Ravnos. But she hears because when you're living on the street level, you're going to pick up these kinds of things.
Kali loves cleaning up messes for the Camarilla, because it wins her favors and those favors keep her alive. She's racked up a decent number of those favors so far. And that's part of why she just takes in the news, then shrugs.
Let him be someone else's problem. Even waking up early, there's just not enough time in the day for her to deal with that.
"The anger of a good man is not a problem. Good men have too many rules."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."
"Good men don't need rules. And today's not the day to find out why I have so many."