(AQ) Dalton Takes a short trip to the metaplanes

GM: Lars
Players: Dalton
Synopsis: Dalton gets a lucky break on an AQ.
Date: 07/12/2070


Dalton makes sure everything is locked up in the world tree, and heads to the second floor, going into the room with his lodge, he pulls out a cot
then lays down. He closes his eyes, calming himself and finding his center before seperating from his body. After a brief check to make sure he isnt
forgetting anything improtant, he turns around in place, picturing the darkness of the threshold, and then he takes a step forward. When his astral form
slips through the planes to the threshold he glances around and takes a deep breath.

As you arrive at the Threshold, the sight of the Dweller greets you almost immediately. It appears in the form of an impish creature, bearing the
brightly colored trapsings of a jester. It's red and green triangle patterned leggings hang in a fashion that makes it appear upside down for a moment,
in front of your eyes. This alters, however, the fabric falling towards the jester's feet, and you get the feeling of being upside down. "Ahh, so, the
coward has come to seek new knowledge on the planes? Convince me, then, that you are worthy!" Even as he says this, a can of paint appears in one of the
Dweller's hands, and in the other a brush. You feel your body locked in place as he prances about and does a cartwheel, ending behind you and painting a
thick yellow stripe from the back of your neck to your tailbone, then cackles maniacly and scampers off.

Dalton struggles to break free of the magical hold the dweller has on him, scowling "Its not cowardace, I am not going to move until I know the
situation, if I just run out there and attack everything in sight innocents will get hurt again, and I will not let my carlessness destroy innocents."

"If that's what you must tell yourself, to get by!" the Dweller cackles maddenginly, does a cartwheel, and looks intently into Dalton's eyes.
"Waiting too long for the right moment, might cause just as many innocents to come to harm. While you delay, who will suffer? You play at being a hero,
but shirk away from the challenge." He pauses. "However, you may proceed." The dweller waves his paint brush like a magic wand, splattering you on the
face.

There follows a sensation of rushing to a new destination, and you find yourself in a bar. On the stage is a woman, dressed in an elegant and
fashionable, diaphonous red dress, hanging snugly to her delightful figure from one shoulder. Her hips sway, causing light to reflect off the sequins on
her dress as she croons:

"I can sense it.
Something important
iiis about to happen
It's coming up!

It takes courage to enjoy it
The hardcore and the gentle
big.. time.. seeensuality!"

Her voice lulling you into a sense of stupor, like an assult on your personality.

The woman on the stage continues her sultry song:

"We just met
and I know I'm a bit too… intimate.
But something big is.. coming up
and we're boooth included.

It takes courage to enjoy it.
The hardcore and the gentle.
Big time.. seeeensual… ity.

Right up to the moment that you open the door to the club, and step through… finding yourself at a door that reads, "Dalton Lee, Private Dick."

Dalton looks at the door, and chuckles softly "Well, a sense of humor, isn't that refreshing." He opens the door and steps inside what he assumes is
his own personal office.

It is indeed, Dalton's office. He sees his buxom blonde secretary shoot him a wink as she chews merrily on her bubblegum. "No cawls Mistah Lee." She
states with a smile, "But there's some lettah for'ya on yer desk." You have reached The Citadel, and it is presumable that the letter contains the
insight you seek.

Dalton smiles to his secretary and heads through the office towards his desk, he takes off his coat and hangs it on the rack in the corner. He moves
over to the desk and settles down in the chair, reaching out to grab the letter on the desk. He reaches for a letter opener and rips open the envelope,
reaching in to pull out the contents and read them. He leans back slightly in his chair as he reads the information, his brow furrowing in thought "Hmmm,
that makes some sense after all.." he murmers. He spends several hours reviewing the letter, reading it three times before he settles it on his desk and
closes his eyes. He feels a slight lurch as he returns to his body and sits up on his cot, rubbing his head "Well, thats probably the easiest one I've
been on, wish they all went that way."

Though Dalton has returned to the physical plane, after his comment, the sound of a mad jester's deranged cackle can be heard in the distance,
causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise.

«Plot» Lars says, "Fin"

Song from the club excerpt of Bjork's 'Big Time Sensuality'.

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