juiceapalooza!

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[Juiceapalooza] Not quite a year ago, an Ahroun and a Theurge from packs that had long been inexplicable rivals walked into a smoothie shop. It was in a clean, brightly-lit shopping center in a clean, frequently-patrolled part of a nice, happy neighborhood. The people were healthy: morning joggers, moms and dads with babies in strollers, kids whose worst offense all year had been tracking mud into the living room after soccer practice.

Less than twenty-four hours after those two wolves went in, sensing something amiss with the place, their packmates destroyed every fomor in the place and burned the shop to the ground. Cars were crashed. Bodies were buried. They still don't know what the Wyrm's minions planned to do with the corpses of Betcha Can't Hit That and White Eyes. Nobody really wants to know, truth be told. They were avenged. The place was taken out, taken down, and now when you go through Lake View...

...you saw them rebuilding. Oh, it has a new name. Different color scheme. The walls aren't quite as garish. Still bright, still happy, still indicative of health and cheer, but it's much more happiness-oriented. The colors are more muted and soothing. The boosts in powder form are named after pleasant emotions and come in colors to match those feelings.

For instance: 'Love' is pink. Supposedly it improves skin tone and heightens pheremone output. 'Glee' is yellow, and is so chock-full of B vitamins you can't stop grinning long enough to shake a stick at it!

But when the four Garou currently heading that way were called in to talk to Balance Without Fault, he told them that appearances aren't all that deceiving. The city may have forgotten, and the four of them may have never met the Garou who died there, but -- as the Grand Elder said -- the sept of Maelstrom remembers. They've done research on it since construction started, tried to find out if it was the same subsidiary, and in the end, it seems the decoration and the name is all that's changed.

So it has to go.

Only, he went on, this time they don't want it burning down without repercussion in the community. This time that company needs to be slapped with a lawsuit, with bad press, with anything that will slow down or prevent another return. With the war on the Hive in full swing, the wriggling fingers of naughty, Wyrm-ridden companies is the last thing they need right here in Chicago.


Alexander Vaughn, now. He just wants a fuckin' smoothie after his workout.

[Alexander Vaughn] Gall +2!
Overconfident -1!
Intolerance -1! -- basically: overcompensatory inferiority complex!
to Juiceapalooza

[Moving-Mountain] Moving-Mountain, Cliath Ahroun to the Glass Walkers had been one of those called to action. Not only to defend his comrades if worse came to worse, not just because he knew his way around a battlefield and was an Ahroun. But also because all of his knowledge in matters such a firearms and war aside, he also knew a thing or two about poisons.

This, they'd been told, should be handled with care, handled without violence. Or at least as little violence as possible. So he would use his knowledge to their advantage. Assuming he could get into the kitchens undiscovered anyhow. That was the true task. For now he waited for his allies to arrive, for a real plan to be devised.

[Blood Summons] There are still stories circulating about what happened almost a year ago in this very part of town. The two Garou who fell fighting against the Wyrm are buried in the Graves, what's left of their packmates still alive and serving the Sept while others have disappeared or simply left, and though none of the Garou who have been called in to investigate knew them, they know what happened.

As much as anyone who wasn't there can know what happened, anyway. Basics. Little pieces that tell them that they're going to need to exercise intelligence and caution.

Only two of the four Garou are bound together by a totem. They've all fought together in some configuration before, know each other to be capable warriors and hardy fighters. They converge upon the smoothie shop, arriving one by one, Blood Summons on foot and with his knapsack slung over his sharp shoulders.

The first thing he does when he gets there is pull out a small green piece of glass that looks as though it might have been a piece of beer bottle at one point; its edges have gone smooth for God knows what reason, and it's reflective enough that it catches the light and reveals pictures to him when he looks in it.

[Gnosis: WHAT'S GOING ON IN THERE.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 7)

[Face of Death] When Joey rolls into the smoothie shop, she looks a sight. A pageboy cap, style completely stolen from her packsister, rides low over her brow, partially obscuring the patch covering her left eye. She's dressed in a black and charcoal raglan, sleeves pushed up past her elbows, fitted jeans and old sneakers. There's a bat bag strapped across her torso. She just wants a smoothie after practice, see.

[Alexander Vaughn] Alexander fucking Vaughn has no idea there's anything planned for Juiceapalooza. All he knows is Juiceapalooza put up 50billion GRAND OPENING!!! 3 free protein boost smoothies with your gym membership!!! flyers at Tribull posters, and even though Lake View is a bit out of his way, a five-mile jog isn't exactly a marathon.

So there he is, in side-striped workout pants and a sweat-wicking shirt, the former black, the latter grey, stamped with a deliberately smudged PAIN INC. logo. He ordered a mango-banana smoothie. And an electric-blue Psyched! boost. Now he's sprawled at one of the tables in this brightly painted interior, still sweaty, iPod headphones plugged into his ears, one leg jittering in time. Judging from that beat, whatever he's listening to is fast. Either that or he's tapping beats at doubletime.

[Juiceapalooza] There are three people behind the counter and three patrons. The girl at the cash register has thick brown hair in a ponytail and is swaying to the happy, boppy music playing throughout the store. Her long skirt swishes around her legs as she moves, even while she's helping customers, always with a bright smile on her face. She's hands-down the prettiest person in the building, especially when compared to her coworkers. The guy manning the blenders and scooping various flavors of sherbet could be called 'beefy' if one was considering a particularly fatty cut of meat. He's got heavy jowls, arms thick as your thighs, and walks with a heavy, shuffling gait.

And of course there's the shift leader, who is working here because of some awful reason probably having to do with the recession: she's well into her fifties, if not past sixty. She's thin, her hair is up in a white bun, and she looks like she's spent way too much time in a tanning bed. Her back is to the counters, though, while she harvests wheatgrass.

The cashier's nametag reads Chrissy. And the guy who makes Alex's smoothie is named Darrell. Chrissy smiles at Joey when she walks up. "Hi! How can I help you!"

Just like she did with Alex.

[Word on the Street] Nate knew these streets like the back of his hand, while he definitely wasn't a resident of these parts. He had spent enough time on the sidewalk, that when Balance without Fault had talked about the smoothie place. He had nodded knowingly , mind drifting to a drawing he had done several weeks before on the concrete pavement just down the road from their target destination.

He wondered how many innocents had gone in there to buy a Smoothie and wound up coming out with a little added corruption to their beverage. But the Nation didn't want a shock and awe campaign in this situation, they wanted to make a lasting impression that these companies were not wanted. The order was for it go... so that's what would happen.

Wearing faded jeans and a hoodie. The hood covering the majority of his face until he lowers it allow ease of vision. Looking around for the others that should be here, a nod towards Blood Summons as he spots Joey and heads over to her and gives her a friendly bump in greeting.

[Moving-Mountain] Waiting outside in the alley next to the store, Kire looked around from the darkness. For others to show, and due to the telltale signs of rage he generated as an Ahroun, Kire watched the pedestrians go by. Blissfully ignorant of the dangers that surrounded them, of what was going to happen here.

Hidden in the darkness, the Ahroun was covered in what seemed like green paint, it helped him hide, somehow aiding him in blending with his surroundings. (Ghost Camo talen) For now he waited, once a suitable distraction came and he had the chance, it was time to go to work.

[Moving-Mountain] [Forgot; Dex + Sneaking]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] It only takes a few moments of contemplating the interior of the building before the Fostern is moving, walking around the side of the juice shack to stroll in the front door like some kind of bum coming in off the street. He certainly looks like a bum--his clothes look like they've been worn so frequently they're in danger of fading off of his body, he reeks of Jameson and tobacco and sweat, he's got weird tattoos on stringy arms and scars in places no normal human being would have acquired one, his hair is a goddamn mess, and he's got a wild look in his eye that tends to frighten most people.

As Kire moves around the back to try and sneak into the kitchen, the tall black-clad guy makes uncomfortable eye contact with the nearest patron, then locates Joey. He walks right up to her, takes her by the elbow, and leans in to whisper in her ear.

To anyone watching, it looks like a crazy guy accosting some pretty young thing just minding her own business.

[Word on the Street] The Galliard scouts the area inside the Juiceapalooza looking for an empty booth. Spotting one against the back wall he heeds in that direction. Removing the satchel that was slung over his shoulder as he slides it onto the table top.

Sliding into the booth as he clambers up onto the table, he reaches into the satchel on his way up and removes a spray can. He gives it a few shakes as he pulls a handkerchief over his face and starts working. His graffiti slowly taking form as he applies it directly to the wall large enough for everyone to see

[Face of Death] Joey notes the presence of one often volatile Glass Walker kinsman chilling off to the side, enjoying a smoothie. Then she's strolling up to the counter, looking at each employee behind the counter in turn. Measuring them for something. That dark eye alights on the large man.

She tilts her head to listen to the gnarly old hobo. When he lets her go, she grins.

"Yeah, you can help me. See, I'll take a strawberry watermelon smoothie. But I don't want that fat fucker touchin' the cup."

[Alexander Vaughn] That 'fat fucker' is currently making Alex's smoothie while Alex bounces his leg and looks all around and generally acts like the impatient, restless fucker he is. He glances at the other patrons as they come and go, recognizing none of them except Joey, who he dimly recalls as Sinclair's ex-roommate at the BroHo.

Not that he lives there anymore. Not that Sinclair even lives there anymore.

An eyebrow pops up as the scruffy gangly hobo-type starts muttering in Joey's ear. Alexander's not chivalrous enough to jump up and defend the lady, but he does wrinkle his nose in commiseration. Alex stinks right now, but at least he smells like good clean workout-sweat. That dude: he probably smells like sour piss and whiskey breath. God knows what he's doing at a smoothie joint. Maybe he thinks there's liquor here?

"Yo Darrell!" he yells, no warning or anything. "Where's my smoothie, man? I ordered it like five minutes ago."

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy tips her head to the side, still beaming. Her button nose wrinkles. "That wasn't very nice," she says, simultaneously cajoling and gushing at once. "Darrell's a super juicer."

"Ah'ma sooper jooser," echoes Darrell slowly, like he's talking around a mouthful of liquid. He starts to scoop mangoes out of a bin, then goes to get the bananas. And the orange juice, and the electric-blue boost powder, to mix it all together for Mr. Vaughn.

Chrissy laughs. "And he's great! at blending."

"Blending," Darrell mumbles, and punches a button on the machine to get it whirring. He starts towards the strawberries.

"That'll be four-sixteen!" chirps the cashier girl to Joey. She and her co-juicer, it seems, are ignoring Nate. Not so the shift leader, who turns to peer over her shoulder at Nate.

"I'll be right back," says the acidic voice of the older woman, waddling towards the back.


Speaking of the back: Kire is sliding into the alleyway around to the back. He blends into the shadows, certainly. He isn't seen by any passerby. But right as he's rounding the corner to the very back, where recycling bins and trash cans are located, his foot bumps into one of those bins. It wouldn't make much noise itself, except that it makes the cardboard boxes stacked on top of the bin topple off the lid.

Soon thereafter, the back door opens and a tall, clean-cut man in a polo shirt and khakis peers out. He's well-muscled, attractive, and only half of him can be seen. He frowns out into the dark, and makes a whistling sound, like he's calling a dog.

[Moving-Mountain] Kire stopped for a second, just a second, as he caused a minor disaster. In an instant, however, instincts kick in and he moves swiftly through the alley, plenty of darkness there to cover for him. The sound of the backdoor opening barely registers, though he is keenly aware of the danger of another mistake.

[I hate you Kahseeno; Dex + Stealth] WP
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6) [WP]

[Face of Death] "I don't care how super," Joey affects a valley accent, lifts her hands and waggles them in the air, "he is at blendin'. I said I don't want him touchin' the fuckin' cup."

She starts reaching into her back pocket for her wallet, stops when she sees Darrell heading for the strawberries. "What the shit, man? And where're you goin'?"

This to the shift manager, who is heading for the back. "You're just gonna turn your back on alla this? I specifically said I didn't want that guy touchin' my shit."

[Word on the Street] Nate continues working, reaching down as he pulls out a 2nd spraycan. Letting the colours mix together as he creates various symbols and slogans on the wall. "Tagging" the premise and making a general nuisance of himself.

Out of the corner of his eye he watches as an older woman heads in his direction. A small grin under the handkerchief as he just waits. Continuing to ply his trade to leave his "artistic mark" on the building.

[Juiceapalooza] Two of the patrons are talking about fumes, now that Nate's really getting going. Disgusted, they just get up and leave. The third, a painfully thin man sitting at a table near the counters, just goes on sucking down his 32-ounce smoothie.

The shift leader -- Ethel, says her nametag -- doesn't seem to hear Joey call after her. Maybe she's hard of hearing. She goes into the back.

Darrell keeps working. Chrissy's grin falters briefly. "You're being, like, really mean," she says, a bit of a whine entering her voice. She looks at Blood Summons, then at Joey again. "Maybe you could try Jamba Juice. Darrell. Darrell, honey. I don't think she wants it."

Outside, Kire hears a voice -- female -- that makes the man in the polo shirt turn his head inside. Kire can't make out what's said, but a moment later the door closes, and he's alone in the alley once again.

[Alexander Vaughn] "Dude," apparently Joey's being noisy enough to penetrate even the music on Alex's ipod earbuds because he abruptly reaches up and yanks them out, "what the fuck is your problem, Joey? Guy's doing his job. Shut the fuck up or you'll make him even slower."

[Blood Summons] Joey grins, and the homeless guy releases his grip on her elbow to look around the interior of the smoothie shop as though this is his first time seeing it. He doesn't seem as though he's on the same planet as the rest of the general population, has a spaced-out expression on his face that could either be the result of too much booze or too much drugs or brain damage or any number of things. By now, the other Garou are used to it. They take it as a sign of wisdom, that the Godi has a connection to the other side that is both useful and indicative of his experience.

The rest of the world thinks it means there's something seriously wrong with him.

He ambles over to the last remaining patron, the painfully thin guy sucking on his smoothie as though just trying to be left alone after the day he's had. This guy doesn't seem to care. Even more than this guy exudes Crazy, he exudes Anger, like he's made up of one big electrified spring that's about to snap at any second.

"Hey," he says, his voice like something that's been struck dead on the side of the road only to get back up and start moving again, and then proceeds to sit right down next to him. And stare.

[Moving-Mountain] Kire is uneasy, not just at how close to discovery he had come, but at the lack of proper recon and investigation procedures. No careful overlooking of the area, no nothing. It proved just how unaccustomed he was to the usual urban life, or did it? Something was oddly off, and for now he simply blended in with his environment. Careful not to make mistakes again, no yelling or any sounds of a fight reached his ears for him to tell what was going on inside so it wasn't his show just yet.

[Face of Death] "Fuck it."

Joey rolls her eye and throws up her hands. "Just make the god damn smoothie. I'll take my chances catchin' his retard germs." Joey removes her wallet from her pocket, takes out a fiver, slams it onto the counter. Disgusted, she heads over to Alex.

[Juiceapalooza] When Blood Summons gets closer to the skinny guy with the huge smoothie and the baggy sweatsuit, he can see sweat beading on the man's hairline (which is receding) and beginning the darken the seams of his sweatshirt's under-arms. "Hey," he whispers back, pupils wide and glinting wetly. He wasn't gleaming with dark energy when Blood Summons first came in and checked. One has to wonder if something's changed in the past few minutes, or if the presence of so much Rage just has him nerve-wracked.

"Slooowerrrr," Darrell howls softly to himself after Alex snaps at Joey. He keeps on making her smoothie, though for a few seconds he gets confused and just stands there trying to figure out if he's supposed to finish it or just hand Alex's to Chrissy.

Chrissy has to go get it herself, chirping happily as she sets the cup on top of the glass. "Alex!" she chimes across the shop, calling him to his delightful sixteen ounces of juice-and-sherbet-and-boost-and-so-forth.

Ethel waddles back out from the back rooms, casting a scathing glance at Nate. "You best get down, young man," she says. "I've informed the manager and he's going to call the po-lice if you don't shape up and ship out right quick."

[Moving-Mountain] As the silence continues, no sounds of... anything audible enough to get to him in the alley, Kire slowly became uneasy. Was the lack of search because they'd been found and were being dealt with inside? Had his allies been captured? In a split second decision, he crept closer to the door, silently and slowly making his way over but avoiding contact just yet. He'd listen in on things first, get an outlook, if nothing happened in the next few minutes, it was time to infiltrate at last.

[Dex + Stealth]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Juiceapalooza] [now with 30% more active listening for creepy noises out back]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] This wouldn't be the first time he sat down next to a human and just about sent him flying into a panic attack with the force of his Rage. He can't sit down on a crowded subway train without nine times out of ten forcing the person next to him to decide that he or she would be better off standing right next to to the door so that when their stop comes up they can make a quick exit, can't hand money to most cashiers without their hands shaking, can't execute a transaction with most bartenders without waiting five minutes for them to work up the courage to approach him. It's not that the weight of his Rage is staggering compared to some of the individuals' in this Sept; it's just that it's too much for the average human being to handle.

It doesn't help that his exterior is so fucking rough, that he looks like he's had his ass handed to him by life and yet hasn't thought to just lay down and give up yet. The man looks both eccentric and dangerous, which is enough of a combination that tends to drive away rather than inspire conversation.

That this guy answers him is something of a startlement.

"You look like shit," he says. A glance to the huge smoothie in his possession, and then he asks, "How long you been coming here?"

[Word on the Street] Nate notices he's had some success in making several of the customers get up and leave. However a painfully thin man just over there seems to be immune to either the fumes or the scene he's making. A small frown, he ponders a new approach to get the man to leave but is interrupted when the older woman returns.

The Galliard laughs "What ? You don't appreciate my art.... I'm making this place look better.. rather than the disaster you went with with." indicating the walls still free from his spraycan and then she threatends him "Oh bring on the pigs man... they're probably too busy scoffing down donuts. They couldn't catch me if they tried. So why don't you take your old crinkly fat arse back behind the counter and let me continue my art."

[Blood Summons] [Empathy+Perception: Don't Fucking Laugh.]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 3, 5 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Face of Death] Alex's order is up. Joey's already headed in his direction. When she reaches him, she touches his arm. Now he may whip away from her, shrug her off, ignore her completely. Or he may be noticing that eye patch right about now.

Whichever the case may be, Joey does her best to alert the Kinfolk. Keeping her voice pitched low so only he can hear, she says, "Fomori behind the counter." And she continues on her way, not to sit in one of the chairs, but to lean against the outside of a booth, arms crossed over her chest.

[Juiceapalooza] The man Blood Summons is chatting up laughs a little nervously. "I work here," he says, and gives that little laugh again, with a faint wheeze at the end. "Is it hot in here to you? Jesus." He tugs on his collar.

Kire, hearing no great commotion inside, no sounds of a fight from around front, no screaming of pissed-off juicers, decides to get closer. And he's much quieter this time. No knocking things off of bins, this time. Problem is, someone's listening this time, and they're listening more carefully than he might think.

The door slams open and there's the polo-shirted man again, looking bulky and awkward, and holding something in his hand out of sight. He scowls into the dark. "Okay, who the fuck is out there?" he snaps.

Back inside, Ethel just raises an eyebrow at Nate. "I'll let the manager know. Chrissy, you're in charge," she says, and starts towards the back again.

Chrissy grins. "Darrell! Do you know what day it is?"

Darrell swivels his head around, looking bewildered. "Day is?"

"It's Bertram's birthday!" she squeals, and claps her hands, jumping up and down in place.

The skinny man talking to Blood Summons pokes his head up, smiling awkwardly. "What? No, my birthday's in J--" he coughs. Hacks, really.

Chrissy beams. "Silly Bert! You always get a free thirty-two ounce smoothie on your birthday!" she glees, bouncing and clapping again.

Bertram coughs again, doubling over, his sweat profuse now. "God..." he mutters, and starts yanking on his sweatshirt. "It's so fucking hot..."

When he manages to tear it off and over his head, they can count his ribs. His vertebrae. Every bone in his body is jutting out against the skin. He's not just 'skinny'. He's all but a skeleton. Chrissy looks sadly at him. "Oh, honey. You're so hungry. Don't worry. There's lots of patrons tonight."

She presses a button. Most smoothie shops don't have remote-controlled door locks. This one, apparently, does.

[Moving-Mountain] Kire halted instantly at the sound of the door, still cloaked in enough darkness to at least have a small shot at success. It wasn't fear stopping him, it was a drive to not be the one that made the mission go crashing down. Success was absolutely vital here.

[Oh shit, fucking Kahseeno; Dex + Stealth] WP
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]

[Juiceapalooza] Al [per + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 7, 10, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Alexander Vaughn] Alexander stares blankly at Joey.

"If they're fomori," he says back, not bothering to mutter, "why are you just standing there?"

Across the room, Bertram takes off his sweatshirt to reveal -- oh god, that's just nasty. Alex averts his eyes. He's getting to his feet now, and the doors are snapping shut and locked, and things are going from pretty good to really fucking bad and his drink is sitting up on the counter, but suddenly he thinks maybe it's a bad idea to take it.

Too bad. He really wanted a smoothie, too.

"All right," he says, full of cool bravado that he may or may not actually feel, "let the shit hit the fan." And he grabs a metal napkin dispenser off a table. Holds it like he might use it as a bludgeoning weapon.

[Blood Summons] The employee Blood Summons is talking to looks sick. He looks like he's starving to death, like he's been subsisting on nothing but smoothies for the last six months, but the Godi doesn't manage to pick out anything about his situation other than this: he's fucking terrified of him.

When the matter of the poor bastard's birthday springs up, the crazy-looking man's attention snaps away from the object of his attention to the oh-so-bubbly cashier speaking about his birthday and the free thirty-two ounce smoothie and a low snarl crackles out of the wild-haired man's throat, an inhuman sound that doesn't sound as though his throat should even be capable of making it, that sounds as though it ought to be coming out of a wild animal.

[Intimidation+Charisma: Snarl of the Predator. Target: Chrissy. Diff: Chrissy's Wits + 3.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6) [WP]

[Face of Death] Alex wants to know why they're just standing there, but he gets no answer from the Rotagar. When the doors lock, she pushes off from the booth she leaned herself against. There's an answer for Nate across the totem link.

Then she's pushing her hat up off her head. She pulls a smooth stone from her jeans pocket as Alex is picking up a napkin dispenser.

This just got interesting.

[go go gadget soak talen!
Then -1R snapshift to Hispo, -1WP activate Resist Pain]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6 (Failure at target 7)

[Juiceapalooza] Al + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Juiceapalooza] Bertram +6
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy + 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Face of Death] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Blood Summons] [Reflexive: -1WP Activate Resist Pain, snap-shift to Crinos
+8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell +5
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel + 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5

[Moving-Mountain] [+7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Alexander Vaughn] +7!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ -1WP Activate Resist Pain -1R Snap Shift Hispo
+8 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9

[Juiceapalooza] [Store Order:
Nate
Alex
Bob
Joey
Ethel
Bertram
Chrissy
Darrell

Alley Order:
Al
Kire

Declare in reverse! Kire and Al first.]

[Moving-Mountain] [Reflexive: Draw .45 Colt, snap-shift to Crinos; 1a. Shoot Al in head; 1b. Shoot Al in head;]

[Moving-Mountain] (Change 1a. to drawing gun then)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
Looking -- and listening -- out back, he's almost certain that there's someone out there, someone sneaking around. He knows that he's missing his newest employee's birthday celebration, too, and that doesn't make him a bit happy, no sir. Scowling, Al --

stops dead, as the shadow outside not only changes shape to something utterly monstrous, but draws a gun on him. His expression quirks, but then steels. The semi-automatic shotgun previously hidden on the other side of the wall comes out. And up.

[1a. Bang
1b. Bang
1c. Bang
R1. ...and I take your mon-ay.]

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
[1a. Move out from behind counter
1b. Bite Joey
R1. Bite Joey again]

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[1a. Out come the spiny tentacles...
1b. ...to claw Blood Summons in terror]

[Juiceapalooza] Bertram
[1a. Flail around in transformation. Clawing at own skin. Very sad.]

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
1a. Run over to Nate
1b. Claw
R1. Claw
R2. Claw]

NOTE: With the exception of Bertram and Blood Summons, who are next to each other, consider all the fomori in the store to be a move action away from your character. This can be split. Chrissy does not have to move due to reach. Of tentacles. Which, by the way, are coming out from under her skirt and are covered in boney spines dripping with a mucus-like substance. Very disgusting.]

[Face of Death] [1a: close on Darrell
1b:
1c:
R: All bites on the fat fucker!]

[Juiceapalooza] [Corrected Store Order:
Nate
Bob
Alex
Joey
Ethel
Bertram
Chrissy
Darrell]

[Alexander Vaughn] 1a. get behind darrell
b. clock him on the head with napkin dispenser!

[Blood Summons] [1a:
1b:
1c:
R1:

Bite Bertram out of his misery. Will be moving/biting Chrissy if he goes down.]

[Word on the Street] [ 1a Close on Ethel
1b Bite Ethel
1R Bite Ethel
2R Bite Ethel ]

[Word on the Street] [ 1a - Bite - 5D + 3B - 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Word on the Street] [ DAM - 6S + 2 + 4 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel Soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 5, 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Blood Summons] [1a: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Chomp Bertram! -3 pool (split), -2 diff (part. immobilized).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 3)

[Blood Summons] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +3 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Poor Bertram Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] [1b: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Chomp Poor Bertram. -4 pool (split), -2 diff (part. immobilized).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 4, 4, 5 (Success x 3 at target 3)

[Blood Summons] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Poor Bertram Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 7, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] [1c: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Chomp Bertram! -5 pool (split), -2 diff (part. immobilized).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 5, 6 (Success x 3 at target 3) [WP]

[Blood Summons] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +2 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 8, 8, 8, 8 (Success x 8 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Poor Bertram Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Bertram: x_x

[Blood Summons] [Bob: Picks up a point of Jhor.]

[Alexander Vaughn] 1a. movement!
b. CLONK -3 dice
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4) Re-rolls: 1

[Alexander Vaughn] str+3
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
"Whaaat's... goin'... onnn...?"

[Face of Death] [1a: close on Darrell
1b: Bite!: -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [dam: +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 4, 5, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1c: Bite!: -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [Kahseeno you goddamn whore, I'ma cut yew! dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[1a. Aw, sugar, you came over to me to save me the walkin'? You sweetie. CLAW. -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Damage. +3][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1 more damage die]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Nate's Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[1b. Claw! -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Damage +1]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ Soak 7 d6 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
The cashier girl's skirt lifts -- balloons, really -- as the friends of her legs start to unfurl from beneath. Dripping with some kind of viscous fluid, the gleaming green tentacles push her skirt up and begin to twist around her like boa constrictors, each one lined with bony spines where an octopus's suckers would be. Two of the tentacles wrap around her, sliming her apron and polo shirt. The third lashes out towards Blood Summons, while Chrissy squeals happily.
[1b. Claw! -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[Damage +2][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [1b. Claw -3, -1 (Snarl of the Predator)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
Even as Ethel is slicing into Nate -- with index fingers that have gone long and spearlike, no less -- and Chrissy is lashing at the crinos near Bertram's corpse, Darrell is ignoring a thunk on the back of his head and turning to meet the hispo-formed Fenrir who has come to destroy him. He looks vaguely surprised when she bites into him, again and again, blinking slowly. "Heeey..."

And he opens his mouth. Wider. Wider. Wider. Every time she bites him, as though he's about to scream. But he doesn't scream. He lets out a grunt, and then he bites down on her as hard as he can. Not very hard, now.
[1b. Nom on Joey. -3 (split), -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
[Damage. +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 4, 6, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[1a. -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 9 (Success x 1 at target 4)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[Damage: 8 +0][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Moving-Mountain] [I eat lead for breakfast, lunch and dinner! Or do I?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[1b. -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 4)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[Damage: 8 + 3][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 3, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 9 at target 6)

[Moving-Mountain] [What the shit, liveeeeeee]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[1c. -5]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 5, 10 (Success x 3 at target 4)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage: 8+2][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Moving-Mountain] [Rageeeeeeee!] WP
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8) [WP]

[Moving-Mountain] [Do I at least absorb lead?]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Kire has raged back to Incap. He is semi-conscious, frenzied, and too wounded to move/attack. He can roll Stamina vs. diff 8 now, at the end of the round, to see if he regenerates any. However, he will still be frenzied.]

[Moving-Mountain] [Stamina]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 8)

[Word on the Street] [ 1R - Bite - 5D + 3B ]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 5, 6, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Word on the Street] [ DAM - 6S + 2 + 3 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 8, 8, 9, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ 2R - Bite - 5D + 3B ]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 7, 7, 8 (Success x 6 at target 5)

[Word on the Street] [ DAM - 6S + 2 + 5 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 13 d10 ] 2, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 6, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Blood Summons] [Reflexive: -1R, Ignore Stun.
R1: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): Chomp Chrissy! +2 diff (aiming).]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 4, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7)

[Blood Summons] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +0 (fuck you Kahseeno).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 8 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy's Slimy Friend From Underskirt Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Evens, Bob catches a spine in his mouth. Odds he doesn't.]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Face of Death] [Om nom nom, fat man, om nom nom]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Juiceapalooza] Poor Slow Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[R1. Claw Nate -2(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage +1][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 2, 3, 8, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ Soak 7d6 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 7, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[R2. Claw Nate -2(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage +2][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ Soak 7d6 ]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 5, 5, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
[R1. Bite Joey. -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 6 (Failure at target 5)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
"You surrre... aaare... slipp'reyyy..."

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[R1. BANG.]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage: 8 + 4][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 3, 3, 5, 5, 6, 7, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Moving-Mountain] [I EAT LEAD, NOMNOMNOM]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 4, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage Tally:
Al: OK
Bertram: x_x
Chrissy: Scratched
Darrell: Badly wounded
Ethel: Badly wounded

Alex: OK
Bob: 6A
Joey: 2A
Kire: 6L and frenzied
Nate: x_O (incapped)]

[Juiceapalooza] Gunshots out back. Loud, loud gunshots. The roar of something bestial and unholy coming -- literally -- from the beyond. And inside? Inside a Bone Gnawer drops heavily to the floor at the feet of an overly tanned, white-haired woman whose index fingers are long, bloodsoaked claws. She lurks over him, hissing through her teeth now. Hungrily. Bertram's gone, after all. He won't be wanting his birthday treats.

Joey is tearing apart the fat fucker she didn't want touching her smoothie. Alex, horribly outmatched, fights anyway, and the fomori -- contending, as they are, with fangs and claws -- don't seem to even notice him. Poor guy. That can't make him happy. The fat fucker, in turn, can barely get his teeth into Joey, or past her fur.

Like a true Fenrir, Blood Summons gets taken beyond the limits of what his mind can stand in terms of sheer pain. And he keeps fighting, rising up from eviscerating the thinnest man in the world to grab onto the tentacle that lashed out at him. He grabs it, chomps into it, and lets it go, snarling as Chrissy's claws fail to tear his jaw open.

The employees of Juiceapalooza are, it seems, ready for more.

[Store Order:
Nate
Bob
Alex
Joey
Ethel
Bertram
Chrissy
Darrell

Alley Order:
Al
Kire]

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell
[1a. Pummel Alex: "Get oooofff meeeee..."
1b. Bite Joey
R1. Bite Joey]

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[1a. Tentacle-slap Joey
1b. Tentacle-slap Bob
1c. Tentacle-slap Joey]

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[1a. Claw Nate
1b. Claw Nate
R1. Move
R2. Claw Alex]

[Face of Death] [1a:
1b:
1c:
1d: all bites on Darrell, changing to Get to and GB or Meat Shield for Nate when he goes down]

[Alexander Vaughn] It all goes to hell very, very quickly.

In the amount of time it takes Alexander to clock Darrell once, once, an unbelievable amount of shit has gone down. An unbelievable amount of damage was dealt out. Three of the Garou are nearly dead.

Alex's nerve is faltering. His heart is pounding, his fear is sour on his tongue, and he can feel the tiny hairs at the back of his neck standing upright in primordial terror.

He fights anyway. For a little while longer, at least -- though that big glass window and the free, monster-less world outside is looking better by the second.

[Let's try something BIGGAR.
1a. Grab a stool!
b. Bash Darrell!
c. Bash Darrell!]

[Blood Summons] [1a: GB, spending Gnosis.
1b: Vault over counter.
1c: Bite Chrissy.
R1: Bite Chrissy.]

[Word on the Street] [ Incap - WIthholding Action ]

[Blood Summons] [FUCK I'M DRUNK. X that Rage action.]

[Word on the Street] Nate watches the fight unfold as he lays there and bleeds.

[Juiceapalooza] Frenzied!Kire
[1.
R1.
R2. -- all bites on Al]

[Juiceapalooza] OhShit!Al
[1a.
1b.
R1. -- all shotgun blasts on Kire]

[Word on the Street] RE-Declare
[ Incap - WIthholding Action ]
1R Bite Ethel

[Blood Summons] [1a: -1Gn, 4 MOAR HEALTH!
1b: WHEE!
1c: Brawl+Dexterity (+1): OM! -5 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 6 (Success x 1 at target 5) [WP]

[Blood Summons] [Damage: Strength +4 (Crinos) +1 (bite) +0 (pussy)] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
She squeals when Bob comes at her, the scary man who snarled in her face not so long ago. Her tentacles are winding outward, searching for someplace to sink their spines into, when he leaps over the counter in crinos and digs his teeth into her shoulder. Squealing. It sounds like those bony spines being dragged over glass.
[Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Alexander Vaughn] The napkin dispenser clang!s to the ground. Alex grabs up a stool instead and brings that down on the big guy's head.

[1a. grab!
b. smash! -4dice]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Alexander Vaughn] [str+2+1]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 9, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Alexander Vaughn] c. smash again! -5dice +1WP!
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 4, 10 (Success x 2 at target 4) [WP] Re-rolls: 1

[Alexander Vaughn] [KAHSEENO STOP HATING ME.]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1a: CHOMP! -4]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 7, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5) [WP]

[Face of Death] [dam: +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Face of Death] [No seriously]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [dam: +2]
Dice Rolled:[ 11 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 5, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 6, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [1c: omfg]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 5)

[Face of Death] [dam: +0]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 7, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell Soak
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 6, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Darrell x_x

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Claw, -2 (split) -2 (health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Damage +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ Soak 7d6]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 6, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Claw, -3 (split) -2(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[1a. Claw Joey -3 (split), -1(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 8, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[Damage +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[1b. Claw Bob -4(split) -1(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chirssy
[Damage +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 2, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[1b. Claw Joey -5 (split) -1(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy
[Damage +0][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Face of Death] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[1a. -2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
[Damage: 8 +4][L]
Dice Rolled:[ 12 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Moving-Mountain] [Even when I'm frenzied, I eat lead]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 5, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Word on the Street] Nate continues to lay there and bleed a little more.

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[R1. Move! Away from the crazy Fenrir Girl and towards the Meat Boy behind the counter with Chrissy!
R2. Claw Alex -2(health)]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel
[Damage! +1][A]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 5, 5, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al
Out back, the gunfire stops. The Garou, snarling in their own battle, feel like only an eyeblink has passed. It's only been six seconds. Maybe. On the outside. The gunshots may not even have reached their brains yet, with what they're dealing with in here. But outside...

the manager of Juiceapalooza looks past the smoking barrel of his shotgun at the body of the crinos-formed warrior melting into the body of a man who saw war of man against man, not even man against Wyrm. He waits a second, then huffs a breath out through his nostrils, turns around, and heads back into his store.

[Blood Summons] [Inits! +8]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Face of Death] [+9]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1

[Alexander Vaughn] +6!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Word on the Street] [ Init 8+ ]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Juiceapalooza] They were sent here because Kire is one of the most human among them, because Joey and Nate are of a pack that protects humanity, because Bob, well... someone had to keep an eye on those Cliaths, and why not throw the unpacked metis at the problem, since he seemed to have a friendship with some of the Sentinels? Go to it. Combat the Wyrm where it breeds, where it dwells. Give the public a reason not to want another damn smoothie shop here.

It was Kire's idea to slip something into the boosts. Not something to hurt the humans -- even the mention of it made Nate and Joey bristle -- but just make them sick. Sick enough to get complaints pouring in. Sick enough to get the place closed for a little while, maybe. Ultimately, though, it wouldn't have kept the place closed. It wouldn't have kept the Wyrm's minions on earth from doing the exact same thing again. Maybe that was a tall order to place on three Cliaths and a Fostern, anyway.

If possible, said the Grand Elder. If you can.

In the end, sometimes if all you can do is destroy the Wyrm where it is, today, and keep it gone for six months or a year... sometimes that's long enough. It isn't going to win the War. But then again, they're saying now that maybe nothing will do that. All you can do in the last days is skirmish, and survive, and hope.


And survive.


Inside the shop, to create a distraction so Kire can get in, the Garou planned to start fights, start fumigating the place with spray paint, get Alex in on it because Lord knows people love to get in fights with him as soon as they meet him. But too soon, that plan went awry, and they had no way to tell Kire what had changed. The building got locked down, Bertram started to transform from whatever was in that 32-ounce smoothie -- full strength Bane juice, maybe -- and it was obvious as hell that the fomori inside were going to close early and have a staff party.

They thought wrong. Soon as the Garou started to change, they realized where they went wrong. And they got excited. Bertram's death meant nothing to them, coming even so suddenly as it did at Blood Summons's jaws. Chrissy was having the time of her life, slashing out at the werewolves with her tentacles. Ethel was certainly spanking Nate for disgracing her walls. They vaulted counters. They tore open fomori. Alex found anything metal he could to bash on the biggest fucker in the lot, probably whooping and hollering as he did so. Probably shouting right back in Ethel's face when she ran over and slashed him across the ribs, come to think of it.


Outside, the gunshots that have peppered their battle and alerted the entire neighborhood stop dead. A fomor they don't even know about, or may have forgotten about hearing mention of, just snorts. He leaves Kire's body where it is -- he'll deal with it later. If need be the Company will come up with papers and explanations for why a semi-automatic shotgun was in a smoothie shop. They're the best liars on earth, those guys in the dark glasses who recruited him and his friends and made them like this.

Strong and mighty. Enough to take out monsters. Al doesn't even bother picking up the .45. It looked ridiculously tiny in Kire's enormous handpaw when he shapeshifted. He's quite boastful right now, swaggering back into the shop, reloading his shotgun on the way. Whistling.


Kire is alone.

He is dead in an alleyway in a matter of seconds. Death comes quickly for him, as he always knew it would. Death comes painfully, from holes all through his body. Death comes with a lot of blood. He has no time for last thoughts, last moments, last memories. Death is kinder than that, maybe because Death and Kire are old friends. Professional courtesy, that.

Kire dies alone in an alleyway with the taste of lead and copper filling his mouth. It is the last memory he takes with him into whatever afterlife there is, whatever tribal homelands the Glass Walkers can still find their way to. No ancestors whisper to him. No lost loves stir him. No feather-touch of the spirit world caresses his final heartbeat.

The last thing -- the very last -- is the rattle of air as it leaves his body. He's not quite there anymore. He was never at home in this world anyway. This world will no longer claim to be his home.

Maybe next time he won't be alone when he dies. Maybe next time he won't be alone while he's alive.

[Juiceapalooza] [Damage Tally:

Alex: 2A
Bob: 2A
Joey: 4A
Kire: *plays Taps*
Nate: 6A

Al: OK
Bertram: x_x, 4A overkill
Chrissy: Slightly hurt
Darrell: x_x, 2A overkill
Ethel: Badly wounded]

[Juiceapalooza] Chrissy +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Ethel + 7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Juiceapalooza] Al + 8
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8

[Alexander Vaughn] Well, fuck.

A bash with a metal napkin dispenser and two with a fucking stool didn't even put a dent in the guy, and now some crazy bitch is going at him with claws. "Fuck!" That's what bursts out of Alex's mouth when Ethel comes at him with claws. It's more surprised than angry, more angry than hurt. "Fuck you, bitch! Fuck!"

Alexander leaps back from Ethel. He glances down at the neat rip in his shirt, the red welt on his stomach where there wasn't one before. When he looks up, he's not looking for the next thing to grab, the next target to whack. He's looking around, cagily: looking for a way out. Looking to see who's going to witness this act of colossal fail.

Fuck, all these people watching him run away. Fuck, someone's on the floor half-dead. Fuck, all these people might be all-dead in a minute. Fuck -- he's not going to be one of them. Embarrassment of retreat or not, self-preservation > all.

The stool doesn't go flying at Ethel's head. It goes crashing through the window. And Alexander vaults over shards of broken glass, hits the ground running hard and fast. He doesn't even look back.

[1a. break window
b. RUN AWAAAAY!]