Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌💀labm-d2-outta-deep-sewers

Day 2 Location: Sewers Players: Vincent Iceberry @Vincent ICEberry ST: @!Your Hyennaes

00:08

It's been a while Vincent was literally locked in the sewers. And there was a reason for it. The attacks of Sabbat became more and more frequent and a few of a Clan Nosferatu were gone missing. Probably dead. That's why all the clan was collected together to survive the hard times. The most recent news in Shrecknet was about one of nossies spying for sabbat and dead at the moment too. Killed by anarchs.

"Damn idiot, didn't care about the security and put all of us to risk"

00:30

Vincent's place was comfy, but he still wanted to have an opportunity to go outside. Internet is a powerful thing, but not enough.

Vince knew there are several ghouls that kept contact with the Clan and dealt with rare business. That's why they knew about the cleaned out sabbat pack. More of that - the news about burnt Elysiums, three of them, was a bad sign. A sign that an enemy does precise strikes to Camarilla's infrastructure. The only case did not fit to the picture was recently open Anarch club "Reflection" beloning to Chris and Jane Terry, the Twins. Terry was a toreador and just a few days ago showed up on the graveyard to ask help. Not long before the sabbat was successfully wiped. So now it was unclear - had it been safe or not. Maybe a time to ask Sire? Or Garry?

"Yeah, Mitnick and Gary should know about this situation. Maybe the dead clanmate gave the info about Elysiums" Vincent heads to his sire and mentor, who embraced him after a series of very enigmatic puzzles and quests.

00:46

"Hi, Mitnick! How are you? What's the deal with the Reflection?"

"Did our Kindred get rid of these Sabbat morons?

- Hey... - Mitnick was busy at the computer as usual, and when Vince came he barely even turned, - Umm... Ah, this Reflection! Well, Bloody massacre, probably a Sabbat deal, and it depends on who you just called our Kindred.

@Mitnick#0000 "Of course the Camarilla ones. I strongly dislike the Sabbat and working for them. If anybody finds out our deceased bro spied for them..."

- Keep your mouth shut and no one will know shit, - he shrugged, - there were anarchs. Rodrigues and his muzzles took care of at least some part of the Sabbat bastards.

- Great. It must be safer in the city now, mustn't it? Vincent wanted to feed on some woman, not the rats though dirty they could be of great use sometimes

- It is never "safe", and here it is always safer. Want to go scout? Go ahead. By the way if you plan to dig your nose into anarch shit, I'd be glad to have some eyes around. I have prepared a few fresh baby-tech to set in places like Reflection.

"Oh, cool! where did you get them? I'll need some for... A little entertainment" horny smile Yeah, why not scout around, thought Vincent. And maybe drink from some hooker. An expensive one and pretty. His finances were big enough to afford the woman with a medical analysis of having no STDs. Vincent heard something about the new disease and didn't want to catch it

- Hm? Do I want to know where you are about to put them? I make them myself. And I have a few people who can do the same too. Mitnick went aside and dragged a carton box. He took a zipper bag with a few wireless cameras and separate wires for them just on case. - Do you know how to install it?

- Of course I do, chef! Been there, done that. Oh, I've got an idea! I can steal a suit of a security man and pretend to be one! Then I'll offer our surveillance services to them and put the cameras fully legit and legal.

- I don't think it will work. They didn't have cameras when they opened, he-he, I thing poor Chris Terry put all his resources to that Hollywood toy. It would be way too suspicious.

-Damn, it was a good idea. Okay then, I'll sneak there and put cameras. Just tell me where. What do you think, are there any Kindred? Don't want to be seen there. Vincent knew some vampires could see him, no matter how hard he tried to make himself invisible. Especially the older ones (edited)

- Chris Terry is a vampire. His sister is a human as far as I know. They hold that club.

07:04

- Toreador.

- Yeah, I remember that. Just concerned about the concealment of the operation. Vincent gave a thought to his plans. First, infiltrate disguised as an ordinary human and see if Chris is in the club. Then, wait for him to leave or distract him. Can't let him see me.

- I don't even knoe if the club still functioning. So be careful. I see you're taking it too much excited. Don't overestimate yourself, will ya?

- I won't, sire. Well, I'm off. And Vincent went out to the sewers. If everything goes right, he promised to treat himself with a hooker. If not, well, that's too bad, no treat today.

To find a good one Vincent had to go downtown streets. Getting out at the dark corner of it.

- Okay, time to shine, Vice. Sitting in the darkness, he looked at a random passerby - man in a grey coat and tried to memorize his appearance. Then, he invoked the power of his blood OBFUSCATE, summoning an illusion of the man's appearance. - Just don't go after this guy and you'll be alright, Vince. There are thousands of guys like him. (edited)

At some point he really started to look like an average face on LA street. People did not pay attention to him. Not too beautiful, not too ugly.

- Business first, treat later. Let's get to the Reflection. He took a taxi to the club and scouted around, looking for emergency exits and backdoors.

#❌💀labm-d2-searching-for-reflection