ghostwheel
[The Rules
aka the contract that if you accept write your X and we are on
like something that rhymes with 'on.'
1. This is going to be heavy freeform, rolling-lite (especially from me). I may deviate from what the book asks occasionally (e.g., Roll _____ and _____ at diff 9 instead of diff 6 or diff 5 instead of diff 7).
2. Trust me please! PCs doing awesome shit is all part and parcel.
3. This scene may not have a definitive end; it may just wind up being one scene in an ongoing thing. There is no -wrong- action your PC can take; feel free to try anything.
4. The BS will be strong. Do you accept the BS as your lord and savior?
X.]
anrkyangel
X.__Riley Poole xxoo__
anrkyangel
[percept+aware]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )
anrkyangel
[Alter-Ego (Mind 2): diff -1 (taking time), diff -1 (practiced), extending until 5 suxx (1 to cast, 2 for day duration, 2 suxx)]
Dice: 2 d10 TN3 (5, 9) ( success x 2 )
anrkyangel
[extend!]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (5, 8) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
ghostwheel
Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls step right up step right up are you ready to mount the hobbyhorse ten times as optical oh yes ten times as technological and let it buck you right into a reality so real this reality's as flimsy as paper obsolete yes obsolete as an abacus 2-D entertainment eating the cow before fire come on cowboys and indians showgirls and glowboys who know that we can do better. Sharp-shooting, bright-minded, be-wingéd devotées of progress, Acolytes of Vision, Priests and Priestesses Against Confinement Who Stand Up Against Those Who'd Lick Their Cages And Thank Their Captors, CAPTAINS OF TOMORROW, you the elite [the l33t], the boundary-crackers, the limit-smashers -- why, step right up and 573p R19H7 uP 4nd Ch4n93 73h PHUck1n' why hello we have a taker
Hello, anrkyangel.(as Fate would have it)Welcome toTHE GAME.
How does this begin? This begins at the tail-end of February when Riley Poole checks remotely on the possible lost apprentice of one missing Gadfly, and her Awareness pings. There is somebody messing [remotely, oh yes] with Grace right now: somebody whose resonance is protean, is shifting and transforming, is never one thing, always on the cusp of becoming another thing; somebody whose resonance is shattering, whose resonance she experiences like an explosion of little stars or a breaking of glass there however she experiences her keener intuitions (and there is Grace's shifting, shifting, walls to take down, shifting at work too, scanning for Correspondence Activity, for Remote Viewers).
Timing can be everything, and Riley has time enough to open her own eye: a window in the air where there should be none
Let the games begin
followed by another surge of Mind Magick. Perhaps Riley's vision encompasses what happens next: the quick get-away. Perhaps she's already getting herself some caffiene and preparing to put up her Cypherpunk Wall, and she'll come back to that resonance, try to follow it, try to -- who was that?
anrkyangel
Riley hadn't intended to throw The Wall at Grace Evans just yet. She, Riley, was still fresh to the area, had only just finished the delicate and intricate and time consuming process of setting up her Work Station. That is, taking the second bedroom of her lofty apartment downtown and making it absolutely one hundred thousand percent unusable as a bedroom. Had the carpet ripped out or maybe it came with wood floors. There are devices lining two of the walls, a bank of screens covering a third, and a table in the center with two chairs pushed in against it, a work table with bits of tech and electronic gadgetry strewn about. Yes, Riley's not-a-guest room is a technomage's dream playland.
Anyway, she's the new girl in town, the outcast, the stranger, and all she knows about Awakened is perhaps a blurb she picked up on one of the deep, deep chat channels. Or maybe she picked up on an attempt of Grace's to find her missing mentor. Either way, Riley Poole knows of all of one Awakened individual in the city and wouldn't you know it when she first spied with her little eye she saw this one was barely Awakened and barely taught. Well hm hm, no that won't do, gotta do something about that. So plans were made. The Wall was primed and ready to fly so that it'd land squarely on Grace's spring break - Riley is taking away her electronics but she's not a monster - when she decided to check in again and see
what's this. What's this? What's this what's this what's this? Someone else is making contact with the one that Riley's chosen. Is it the missing mentor? Is it someone else crowding in on the n00b, looking to scoop her into some other faction (I bet it's those damn cyberpunks, all explosive destruction no finesse)? Or is it someone else looking to make some trouble for the woman?
Let the games begin
Nope. No no no no NOPE NOPE NOPE. Riley is not about to let a young and impressionable youth go careening after the bright pretty lights until she knows they're not going to lead her off a cliff. Immediately, she pulls up The Wall. Instantly, she throws it out into the world.
Where it lands.
Where it hits.
NOPE
One screen in the bank shows Grace's laptop go dead. Her connection to the Other dies with it. Riley turns her attention to another screen. Flexes her fingers and opens her mind.
And she takes off after the White Rabbit.
anrkyangel
[Corr/Mind scan: Level 1 scan, go go go!]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (6, 8) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
anrkyangel
[Percept+Comp (data retrieval)]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9, 10) ( success x 5 ) Re-rolls: 1
ghostwheel
[Mystery NPC roll.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 10) ( success x 5 ) [WP]
ghostwheel
[Drat it, that wasn't meant to be WP. It was meant to be a re-roll. So. *takes WP suxx, punts it*]
Dice: 1 d10 TN6 (4) ( fail )
anrkyangel
[percept+alert]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 2, 2, 6) ( success x 1 )
ghostwheel
[Mystery NPC roll.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 4, 8, 8, 10) ( success x 3 )
ghostwheel
The first step for a trace is a scan [where is the door that I am going to go through?], and then there is the going through [Follow, follow], and Riley builds herself a beautiful door a wonderful rabbit hole of code and will-power, interacting with the Universal cypher, you know, the thing They try to keep everybody from knowing, keep everybody Asleep, and there are so many tricks when you're bright enough to do that -- aren't there?
Ghostwheel was there. Then Ghostwheel wasn't. Finding and following that door (making a door and finding) Ghost is certainly retrieving data; it's pulling that information out've the nothing the not here the NOPE that it folded itself into right after delivering its final chiptune anthem to Miss Evans.
Riley is getting somewhere. There's the door [go through it; how does Riley Poole experience this kind of trace? What does it look like to her, as her fingers fly? What does she unriddle and unravel?], and she's through it.
She's got Ghost Wheel's trail; and perhaps it does look something like falling on her screen. Like things are about to get very, very strange.
anrkyangel
Riley doesn't need to use her laptop for long (this isn't Hackers, she's not Johnny Lee Miller mindlessly drumming her fingertips across the keys interminably), she just needs to access a program that helps her wrap her Mind (heh) around the code of the universe. Once her mind is in, the room she's in goes quiet but for the whirr of fans working to keep a supercomputer cool.
The world is code, workable and adjustable and moveable data streams that one can nudge and bend and in some cases break apart. Riley's Correspondence shortens the distance she can see between two points. Usually, this data gets thrown onto one of her screens, but for the moment the screen remains a falling cascade of 1s and 0s. It's a little like the Matrix that way, except that Riley's favorite color is orange. If she can find Ghost Wheel, or at least his trail, those digits will start to form something like an ASCII picture, beautiful in its own way.
That doesn't happen, not yet. Her mind is riding the current, though, the 1s and 0s that trail over her monitor, looking for the trace, the pattern, the something that will lead her to this stranger (danger?).
The numbers begin to form that pattern, become a trail that wends and winds (shimmies, actually, the digits shifting like water from a sprinkler shifted side to side). If the trail becomes a little clearer the code begins to shift, stops looking like she's looking down on it from above but shifts so that she's looking down the path, looking up ahead, looking for a figure to appear in the numbers.
ghostwheel
[Mystery NPC roll.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 6, 9) ( success x 2 )
ghostwheel
[+1.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN5 (3, 4, 7) ( success x 1 )
anrkyangel
[awareness!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4) ( fail )
ghostwheel
Here is the trail. There are little fluctuations and imperfections in the ASCII little cracks and little fissures [shattered?] as she follows the Mind and Space Road the digital milky way in a dizzying spiral which as she looks down at it [and then ahead, always ahead, captains of tomorrow, eh? Always head, Oh Revolutionary Visionaries, Adepts of the Virtual] breaks into numberless pieces and then re-coalesces into that trail she is following, numbers break off, little almost-text pictures, there is Gandhi, and now there is a sexy woman, there is a penis, there is Reagan, there is Totoro, there is a motorcycle, there is a mushroom, there is a door, another door, little branches in the trail that go off this-a-way and that-a-way and which-a-way is the way to go, can her Mind follow so many forks at once? But Riley is inexorable. What's that up ahead? Finally a shape that she suspects is what she wants swarming out've the code-cloud into:
Ah. Two things happen at once.
(Three things).
The shimmyshiftshift of the trail has begun to pulse in time to a song, and her intuition pings, sensing somebody or something that is cold and metallic outside her door (her real-world door, her this-world door), something that's laughing, but there is no way anybody could find her.
The shape up ahead is an eye. Not like the eye of Sauron, but like a Peacock's eye: the code takes on this undulating iridescence; it's all an identity. And behind the peacock's eye, a turning wheel, a turning wheel, and words:
Why Hello. Who's Out There?
[Music plays: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4r63zVkcmpg]
anrkyangel
[Mr. Warf, shields up! Mind shield-y thing]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (2, 2) ( fail )
anrkyangel
[Hrrrrngh! shields UP I said!]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (4, 8) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
anrkyangel
Soon as she picks up that other other person, the one that feels closer and right outside her door it occurs to her that in her haste to chase the rabbit she may have neglected a few security measures. Some security software engineer she is, she chides, though the thought is brief and without any real self-deprecation. Her attention is divided a moment, chase chase chase and also wall wall wall. Not THE Wall, but another kind of wall to protect her head if nothing else. Can't have people getting at those secrets, eh? It takes effort, though, it takes force. It takes a minute, but she gets there, builds up a firewall around her precious brain. And in her single-minded determination to hunt down the stranger, she forgets that something is laughing at her outside. One thing at a time.
Then there are those words, and that music. Ugh, chiptunes. Riley has known more than her fair share of other VAs who love the stuff and try to get her to listen to it when they meet up in the digital realms. If possible, she tries to shut it off.
And then there is that eye staring at her, all shifty shift. Riley can be shifty, too, mercurial, a formless mass relentlessly swirling and spinning whirlwhirlwhirl.
Who's out there? Hm.
She types:
Me? I'm just a shepherd. Who're you?
anrkyangel
o_o
Dice: 2 d10 TN8 (5, 9) ( success x 1 )
anrkyangel
[awareness!]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10) ( success x 3 )
ghostwheel
[Mystery NPC roll.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (3, 3, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8, 8) ( success x 4 )
ghostwheel
[Dum-dee-dum.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN3 (1, 9, 10) ( success x 3 ) [WP]
ghostwheel
[Dum-dee-dum-dee.]
Dice: 3 d10 TN4 (1, 2, 3) ( fail )
ghostwheel
[Dum-dee-dum ouch.]
Dice: 6 d10 TN7 (1, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8) ( success x 3 )
ghostwheel
Up goes her firewall. Her reassurance. Her insurance, just in case. Too late? That cold copper something-or-other outside her real-world door; the lingering sense of it still remains, lurking on the outer edges of her Awareness, lingering like a stink bomb and a promise of something bad this way soon, but it has little to do with the hunt she is on. The pursuit. The rabbit in his hole: looks like she's denned the fox; or at least found the fox at its own wall. These metaphors begin to get confused.
And how does Riley try to turn off the music? [It's a kinda magick.] However she does try: click this, push this, become Aware of this, counter that, the volume drops.
And the visual representation of code, [little clouds of 1s and 0s] it ceases spinning and instead becomes more words, words in response to whatever it is Riley typed,
Shepherds are Underrated.
Been out of the world for a spell?
Like to walk it a while?
Maybe bring the word to them as need it told?
The words (protean [transfiguring]) shift and become with a little shatter-pop:
[http://comediva.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/07/firefly_washspecialhell.gif]
A moving gif.
That dissolves, too. Becomes,
I'm the best.
Not a Wolf.
Moo Ha Ha.
anrkyangel
Been out of the world a spell?
Nah
Like to walk it a while?
I've got heathens aplenty right here
Then there's the gif and she actually laughs aloud inside her room, a short merry bark as she claps her hands together once. Trust a hacker to laugh at their adversary, or whatever this person is.
I take the comparison as a compliment :]
And banter, maybe flirt a little? Nah, Riley's not much for flirting, but she will shoot the shit with anyone, drawing little pockets of humanity around her like a little magnet.
Truth is she doesn't know what this person is, good bad neutral, man woman other, et cetera et cetera and so on. But she's all about knowledge and learning and she wants to learn more. She wants to find out if this person is good bad neither.
Not a Wolf, but are you a wolf? What're you doing with my flock? Wolf in sheep's clothing, or sheep in wolf's clothing? Browncoat? Assassin? Mechanic? Companion? Are your hands of blue? Are you a pilot?
ghostwheel
There is 'silence.' As far as 'silence' goes. The chiptune It's A Kinda Magick fades-out and there's a little box of nothingness in the middle of Riley's image and then that becomes the image of an old-school (is there any other way?) game of pong, where just the Computer is moving, and the Player is doing nothing. Beneath the window, written in light: Player????
And beneath that, more words. Riley can see them as they're 'typed' this time, watch the cursor blinkblinkblink
If you are elite enough Shepherd if your digital cr00k 15 544VY and 5U4V3 3-nuff if you are OK 2 kno
The answers to your questions
Will be found in ~this~ chat.
Can't be too careful about the hands of blue. ~LOL.~
anrkyangel
For all that Riley had typed that out at a speed nearing the ridiculous, when 'silence' is her answer she doesn't fill the space with more keystrokes. She sits and she waits and she starts pondering her next move when the cursor moves across the screen. So old school, what is this, WarGames? Where's young Matthew Broderick or better yet, Ally Sheedy?
Pong, sheesh.
Given a choice between pong on her masterpiece of a system (and getting better, upgrades coming soon!) and clicking on a suspicious link...well, Riley is a little more inclined to play the game.
Lies. Riley wants to click the link, push the button, dive into the rabbit hole. Her curiosity and her thirst for knowledge are not so all-consuming that she neglects her safety (anymore than she already has (knock knock can Riley come out to play?)), but that doesn't mean they're not strong. It just means she's well aware of the dangers when she clicks, or clicks since this is half magic half tech, the link.
Which she does not do just yet.
[Ward, Corr 2? Diff -1 (practiced)]
Dice: 2 d10 TN4 (5, 9) ( success x 2 )
ghostwheel
As she prepares,
the game of pong begins to fade out. Diminish, like an echo, away, and away, and away, and the other words drift out of being as well, as if the whole thing was just shapes carved out've smoke and someone else has come along and that someone else blew through the smoke and now it is dissipating, dissolving into air,
except the smoke is electric.
The link remains.
And the word: Player????
anrkyangel
With a little barrier between herself and the digital unknown - she knows it could be ripped down, but hey, that could give her an edge to counter-attack - Riley taps her fingertip against her lip for all of about three seconds, tap tap....tap.
It isn't really a decision, she is not still pondering Pong or Link or Pong or Link or. She thinks for a second about a loved one, but only for that second, face flashed into her mind's eye.
Then she clicks the link. YOLO, right?
anrkyangel
[wits (intuitive) + enigmas]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (3, 7, 7, 9, 9, 10, 10) ( success x 6 ) Re-rolls: 2
anrkyangel
[int+academ diff 5]
Dice: 6 d10 TN5 (4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 5 )
anrkyangel
[int+comp diff 8-1 (computer aptitude)]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 7) ( success x 1 )
anrkyangel
[staminaaaaaa]
Dice: 3 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 4) ( fail )
ghostwheel
Riley clicks the link.
And at first, it is boring. A boring, boring, boring IRCC chat. And then a text-block appears, a choose your own adventure block of text that nobody else in the room [there are people in the room] seems to respond to or notice.
--
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, whose ideas, though somewhat polished and sharpened by the progressiveness of distant Latin neighbors, were still large, florid, and untrammeled, as became the half of him which was barbaric. He was a man of exuberant fancy, and, withal, of an authority so irresistible that, at his will, he turned his varied fancies into facts. He was greatly given to self-communing, and, when he and himself agreed upon anything, the thing was done. When every member of his domestic and political systems moved smoothly in its appointed course, his nature was bland and genial; but, whenever there was a little hitch, and some of his orbs got out of their orbits, he was blander and more genial still, for nothing pleased him so much as to make the crooked straight and crush down uneven places. Among the borrowed notions by which his barbarism had become semified was that of the public arena, in which, by exhibitions of manly and beastly valor, the minds of his subjects were refined and cultured.
WE ARE NOW IN THE PUBLIC ARENA.
YOU, THE SEEKER, stand upon THE THRESHOLD THAT IS NO THRESHOLD. You see a SHELF OF VERY OLD BOOKS, a shelf of VERY NEW BOOKS, and a TOTALLY SWEET MAINFRAME, though it is made of MILK and also of HONEY. There is a SORT OF CHEAP ASS picture frame which encapsulates a work of PRICELESS ART. The work of PRICELESS ART depics a LABYRINTH. There are no GRUES do not look for the GRUES do not look for the DARKNESS because the DARKNESS is where THEY get you. There is a DOOR in the LABYRINTH PICTURE. There is a piece of CHALK on a table. The electricty is FLICKERING, soon the footsteps will be there.
THE FOOTSTEPS are bad. They are what is happening outside the threshold that is no threshold. What do you do?
--
Riley is clever. Riley recognizes the Lady and the Tiger story by Frank Stockton, and perhaps what it means. She also recognizes the riddle inherent in the text-block. Knows that, hey, hey, this is how she gets into the chat. This has to do with its protection. This is not just any chat. This is Virtual Adept Space, Only.
So: Riley. Riley chooses her own adventure. She chooses the right paths, knows how to bypass them and get inside, and as she does, there are Things Which Try To Distract Her, there are Tricky Knots of Code, there are Walls, and Walls, and More Walls, but she knows what she knows, so though it is very tricky (trying, tiring; exhausting, actually, and her eyes have begun to hurt), she gest through it all.
Reaches the point where she can type in her username; where she can see that there's another User, waiting.
anrkyangel
It is not unusual for one to have to work their way into Virtual Adept Space Only. Their tradition is based on skill and how do they know how skilled they are unless they are constantly working training honing pressing forward getting better? Against obstacle after obstacle after obstacle?
This is a thing that Grace has just been introduced to tonight. In time, should she decide the Tradition of digital willworkers, she'll learn that this is their way. That will be then.
This is now. And in the now, Riley is worming her way into this chat room she's been lead to. She is not so concerned about her warding or her protection now, as she makes her way through the obstacles set before her, breaks the code and deciphers the riddles.
And she gets in, eventually. There is a mini-fridge in the corner of the room - because of course there is - and in it there are sodas, coffee drinks, bottles and bottles of water, and some cheese and snack meats. Once she's in she pauses for a quick break. It's been a long time since she had something to drink, and she could use the protein. So she snags herself a bottle of water and a Java Monster and a little packet of cheese. Then she rolls her chair back before the bank of monitors, and she sighs.
Pop ksss goes the tab on the energy drink. Holding it in her left hand, with her right she types in her name at last. Not shepherd, but
anrkyangel
ghostwheel: Testing, 1-2-3... Is this thing on?
ghostwheel: Testing, 2-3-4... Is that Shepherd at last?
ghostwheel: Testing, 3-4-5... Oh hey. You're one of them bones.
ghostwheel: Who's your flock? The L. Marshall kid?
anrkyangel: It is, it is I, one of Sherwood's merry thieves
anrkyangel: Yep! Heard the word around the water cooler about a lost apprentice, came to check her out
anrkyangel: She's under the crook of my staff heh until I hear she needs to go somewhere else
anrkyangel: What about you? She didn't look too happy last I checked in, what's your story?
ghostwheel: yo, I am that merry wanderer of the night
ghostwheel: I jest to Oberon and make him smile I beguile the fat cats
ghostwheel: lurk in a gossip's bowl with my lasers up my holographic
ghostwheel: radiant-eyed angels ready to howl radio pleas into the great
ghostwheel: electric entropicity I am just a player who plays games
ghostwheel: only the best with the best though.
ghostwheel: Didn't spend time around the water cooler, but got tipped off
ghostwheel: by the fleshlessHierophant u know while I was programming that:
ghostwheel: Check it out, here's a potential knot to pull.
ghostwheel: So we're playing a game now. No harm intended. >:)
ghostwheel: Tho lol she cast me as a villain.
ghostwheel: Brought stormy Uninitiated with her too.
anrkyangel
Most people, see, they have a devil on the one shoulder and an angel on the other, trying to guide or tempt them to one side of the Force or the other. Riley's angel and her devil are roughly the same in mind and temperament and desire and goal.
Which is to say that one generally wants to do good but has a devilish streak, and one wants to do bad but has an angelic streak. It's never possible to tell which one wins out in the end.
anrkyangel: ORLY
There is a 'silence' again, this time from Riley's end as she sits back in her chair, staring at one of her monitors. One foot is propped up on the edge of her seat, the matching elbow propped upon the knee, canned beverage in hand. Her other hand curls up against her mouth.
Behind her hand she smiles.
Setting down her drink, she leans forward to begin some eager typing.
anrkyangel: I think I've got an idea
anrkyangel: Wanna form an alliance? >:]
ghostwheel: You want to play too?
ghostwheel: The game's already afoot but what fun is a game with only two sides LOL.
ghostwheel: I need to unplug and disconnect now but I never say no to more players.
anrkyangel: I am always up for a game, I just wanted to make sure you weren't bad-bad-news
anrkyangel: I'm thinking Hunger Games w/o the DEATH and the MURDER, yes?
anrkyangel: You be District 1, she be District 12
anrkyangel: I be Haymitch :]
ghostwheel
This little box pops up, requiring a plug-in; requiring Riley be plugged in, using some equipment she does not (?) have, something to experience virtual reality right now, indicating the response anrkyangel gets is way cooler at least on some dimension than this plain little piece of text
ghostwheel: Moo Ha Ha this will be 5W337
followed by
ghostwheel has left
anrkyangel
[Corr 2/Mind 2]
Dice: 2 d10 TN5 (2, 7) ( success x 1 )
ghostwheel
Here it is; an image un-folds (does Riley have shades, a head-set, something to block out the 'real' world - aka, the shitty rough draft?) virtual reality, not completely entered, but rendered real enough to taste. Literally, Riley can smell hairspray and vanilla in the air, can feel a cooling in shadow, can see David Bowie in his Labyrinth kit look up from contemplation of a crystal ball, wink, and say
Moo Ha Ha this will be sweet.
Then along comes a wind and Riley will feel that wind brush across her skin, (this authorized touch of Mind to Mind brought to you by) before it scatters Bowie into a series of petals and
ghost wheel has left.
anrkyangel
Riley does have a little something, a little VR equipment on hand to let her do what VA's do in the places they can go that others can't. Glasses, for the time being at least. When she puts them on the lenses go dark and the world gets shut out so that she can dive dive dive! But tonight she is not a submarine sinking into the Digital Web.
Tonight she feels a wind on her face and there's the smell of hairspray causing her to wrinkl her nose. But already she's grinning, and that grin turns into a broad smile when Bowie tosses her that wink. She claps her hands together once, quietly though she's supposed to be alone. This is going to be amazing. She couldn't have asked for a better scenario in which to guide young Miss Grace along the Virtual path.
That is, if she wants it. Riley will find out in a couple of weeks yet.
But first, she logs out of the chat, too, sits back in her chair for a few minutes, thinking thinking, before
"Shit!" Eyes wide, she turns to another monitor in the bank at last and pulls up her magical security tape to check the perimeter, remembering finally that she'd sensed something dark and creepy just outside her door. Whether there is something there or not gets verified quickly, and delt with one way or another. Hopefully the rest of her night continues in relative peace. She has plans to concoct.
ghostwheel
There is nothing there. Not any longer, anyway...
... [and so it -- continues?
THE GAME.]
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