IC: Extassis, Les Etrangers Beaux Options

[Buddha72]

All

"Keep it bottled Miss Teen Super Model, I am way past the feeling stage on this." Each word seems to cost her dearly, she stiffens against the urge for comfort. "I run a floating rave and this is one of our regular spots. We had a party here a few nights ago. Everything was going on as usual. When everyone I know lost it and started killing each other. I don't know when or how it started. One sec I was riding a good feeling from a pill and the next, shooting holes into the heads of people I had drinks with that same night. "

[Grey]

"What whatever effected everyone effecting you too, or were you simply defending yourself?"

[Blitz]

:: Moira looks geniunly hurt by the insult, but after a heartbeat, she lets it pass. ::

I can only imagine what last night must have done to this girl. No....I can't even imagine it...

"Did you fall under the same influence as your friends? Or was your reaction simply self defense? For that matter, did it look like everyone was affected, or just enough to cause everyone to become either hunter or prey?"

[Buddha72]

"At first I didn't know why I was left sane and all right up here." She taps the side of her head. "Then I spoke to my boss and found out they my company has a magical insurance policy. I had full coverage, lucky me. I called the shaman that we use for astral security and found out the wards we put up were so much wet tissue paper now." She looks around as she speaks. "Everyone I could see was flipped out and before you ask, our candy man was clean. I had his party favors checked out and they are squeaky clean."

[Fenris]

He gasps softly as the images crash over him, dropping to one knee, both hands clasped to the staff to keep him from pitching head first into the gore. The elementals surge around him, too much of his attention focused on the current moment, and he clamps control back around them with a mental snarl.

A few deep breathes, compusure regained, he recovered his feet, looking towards Iblis as Moira speaks.

[Grey]

"Bakatare, shouldn't you get your elementals out of here? I'm not possitive, but can't they go toxic from hanging out in areas such as this?"

[Blitz]

"It's possible it was some sort of Mob Mood, or control thoughts...though on this scale is....quite unbelievable."

:: Turning to the group. ::

"Im not sure if we'll find anything this young lady hasn't already, but why don't you all split up and begin to search. Im gonna spend some time in the astral. Bakatare, would you care to join me?"

:: Finding a place as clean from debris as possible, she settles down and closes her eyes. The first thing she does astrally is hug the furry wolf out of deeper needs than she can come to terms with. Then, she looks at it's depthless eyes and half smiles. ::

"Let's see if we can't identify the spell or power used and potentially what cast it."

[Fenris]

He nods, stepping gingerly around the debris to settle down crossed legged next to Moira, the staff balanced across his knees as he focuses inwards, the world fading to a dull grey beneath the panorama of colors sprayed across the astral.

He pauses, waiting for Moira, smiling as he notices the familiar.

[Blitz]

:: Moira looks about and frowns slightly. Crouching down, she lays a hand on the head of her ally. ::

"It feels like ritual magic...shamic definately...can you identify the totem or totems involved?"

[Grey]

Paladin turns back into the Astral to keep guard over his team mates.

[Buddha72]

Moira

It is something old and dark. It does not walk the spirit ways with me and mine. Laluna continues to watch the astral space around you.

Paladin

You can see an astral spirit resembling a wolf by Moira.

[Nikoli]

"I know this is tough, pretend as you like. I won't pretend to know what you've gone through, and you have why mord that if I find it in my power to bring something resembling justice out of this, I will. But for now, we have a grisly task ahead. I feel a search of the bodies may provide us with some information. I will be as delicate as I can, I will have the drone move them and perform the search."

Waiting for her response, Murrey continues recording images and getting an unltrasound map to better contruct a 3-d model later.

[Buddha72]

Iblis barks out a bitter laugh. "They're so much meat now so do what you like."

[Nikoli]

Relieved to be away from his meat senses, Murrey sets about the grisly task of directing the mk-6 to organizing and searching the bodies.

[Nikoli]

The MK-6 brings some drone parts ouut into a cleared space.
"Can anyone mell tea if there are remaining impressions on this drone chassis? Otherwise I will attempt to recover it's memory."

[Digital Heroin]

Immortal had been silent the whole time, as was his way. He could be downright crude in a social situation, mean as a slitch with a casual encounter, but when it came down to business, he was a shadow. This was closer to home than he would care to admit, and it drew from him a mask of stone upon his face. He'd come home one day, years past, to a slaughter such as this. His wife and young child had been the victims. He had seen so many scenes as this in the years that followed that he had become detatched from them. What haunted him was that he -could- be detatched. It chilled him to the core. While the others talked with the changeling, and began their search of the area, Immortal simply stood, looking over the scene. After a moment, he excused himself silently from the third floor, lighting a cigarillo, he begins a survey of the rest of the building. Silently looking for anything which might provide a tell as to who might have purputrated the scene above.

[Grey]

Paladin looks to Murrey and says, "Do what you gotta do here. We're gunna go check the rest of the building."

He then follows Immortal out the door.

[Nikoli]

Before Paladin can make it out the door, Murrey hands him a small device, "Here, take this with you. It'll give you access to some of the fata deeds. If there is trouble, you can signal for help fairly quickly with it. If either of you has a datajack, you can connect directly, saves time."
Murrey turns to Iblis, "You said that your company had protection for you, is there anyone there that would profit from this, or that would want to fee you salter or fall? Someone that might not known the extent of your insurance? Also, do you know who belongs to this drone?"

[Fenris]

Bakatare's voice sounds vaguely disembodied, as if coming through an amplifier that flattened emotion as a faint, ghostly figure materializes, Bakatare but with something overlaid, some form just behind his astral one.

"There are spirits called Nomads that feed on emotions like anger and fear that can posses people's bodies, and drive them to homocidal rages. They are rare, and a pack of them traveling together is unheard of, and could be potentially devestating. I would need to do more research before I could say for sure, or offer up any way of dealing with the situation. However, as I stated, a group of them traveling together is unusual, and I do not believe a single spirit could move fast enough to cause this kind of chaos in such a large group of individuals."

[Nikoli]

Sounding as if it's coming from his backback not moving his lips, "So spirits may have done this? Is there come who-ju sethod of calling the spirits in the area to this party?"

On the receiver screen, Paladin, you see a text message: Do either of you have radios?

[Buddha72]

Immortal

You begin to examine the area below the club. As you move down the fire escape to the 2nd floor and make your way in. You find this floor has had the area near the center cleared away. There is twisted circle laid out. It seems to draw in light from around it. A heavy acidic smell hangs in the air.

Murrey

Iblis walks towards you. "My benefactor places everything close to the chest so I have no idea if she has enemies out there. As for people who want to see us fall, flip on your trid. We're freaks and that's enough to warrant a death sentence." As she draws closer she leans in to look over the drone. "Not ours, we have no riggers who work the party circuit."

[Nikoli]

Over the speaker, "Obviously you don't remember someone bringing it in. I'll begin the examination. Please, I know it's tough, but you may be able to spot that which is out of place among the victems more readily than I can, so you dee anything among the affects that should not be there?"
The MK-6 begins it's examination of the drone.

[Grey]

Paladin takes the device from Murrey with a nod and plugs it into his datajack and as he does so, synchs his radio up with Murrey's signal. He then heads downstairs and comes up behind Immortal.

"What the hell is that?" he asks as he checks out the circle's astral signature.

[Buddha72]

Murrey

"I'll take a look around." She turns away and begins to move through the room . She stops at each corpse and looks them over. She closes the eyes of each person while saying their names and goodbye. The tears flow freely as she works.

You turn and squat to take a better look at the drone. The walker drone doesn't seem to be booby trapped. It appears to have been damaged by the maddened crowd. It looks to be custom but nobody's work that you know of. It does seem to be similar to the bug you found. You begin to dissect the walker and quickly find a small cache of memory is still intact. It appears the drone was crammed with sensors, or at least as much as you can in this small chassis. You isolate the simsense channel this walker was using. You do find a small explosive charge in it. Looks like they wanted to be able to toast the drone from a distance.

Immortal

As you step a little closer to look at the circle, you see none of the tell-tale signs of blood magic. It looks more shamanic than hermetic in nature. You can see a section of the circle has been smudged out.

Paladin

As you slide to the astral you see the area just above the circle a broiling snarl of violent emotions. The circle appears to have no astral presence but the astral space that is contaminanted is an almost exact match to the boundaries of the circle.

[Nikoli]

Over the speaker and on the receiver, "I've got a noisemaker here. Looks like dumbone sidn't want to rely on the magic for this. Everyone, please step away from the drone parts."