Escorts and Excess
GM: Pulse
Players: Pulse, Thistledown
Synopsis: Pauly's friend, Lt. James Garden, is in trouble again. This time he's accidentally killed his 'escort' for the evening, and needs the event covered up. Pauly and Thistledown to the rescue!
Date: Monday August 10th, 2069

Pauly sits back in his penthouse for a moment, looking at his suits, smiling to himself. Everything was going so well. He touches a button on the wall, then another, and the housephone dials up thistledown's cell.

"Thistledown," Pulse says. "Good to hear you. You able to leave the Sioux Territory yet?"

Thistledown says "Yep, just straightening up at the Gym at the moment actually," in the background you can hear him call a greeting to Jamileh, "What's up?"

You say "I need someone with your skills and discretion. Meet me at the Medievo as quick as you can, in your best clothes. We're heading to the best hotel in town."

Thistledown laughs, "I only own best clothes. This a trendy place or a stuck up place." You can hear him already calling out a goodbye and the big doors of the gym shutting.

You say "Stuck up, of course. Like I do trendy. Pha!" He hangs up and looks at his suits again. "So many to choose from…"

Thistledown sighs, "Never get to wear the really good stuff…" He switches from his retro-futuristic look back to the more traditional black suit as he changes from his sedan to a hover cab for the ride to medivio. "It's a shame really." He slips his Ares Ace into his sleeve, checks his medkit, and looks rather presentable by the time he arrives.

Pulse is waiting outside the Medievo by his new caddyc by the time Thistledown arrives. "Good, you were quick. Get in," he says, and then climbs in himself. As he drives, he looks over at the other man.

"We have a bit of a tight schedule here. But I trust you, thistledown, you can get the job done. And you're not afraid to get your hands dirty." He's not really driving, the autonav is doing most of it. "Are you, thistle? I've always taken care of you, right?"

Thistledown laughs, "We're good, though I'd like to keep things on the side of polite crimes against humanity."

Pulse laughs as the Car moves into the Downtown sector of the FTZ, moving towards the Grand Marquis Super-Hotel. "Shouldn't be that bad. You'll see what we've got going on in a minute or two."

The care pulls to a stop, and Pauly steps out, tossing some keys to a doorman. Before Thistle knows it, he's being hurried inside and into an elevator. "We're meeting a friend of mine," he says. "It's a sensitive matter. You'll see."
Thistledown gets shuffled along, "Hells boss, what'd you do knock up someone's daughter?" he inquires when they're in the privacy of the elevator.

Pulse laughs. "Never touched her," he says, and the door swishes open. Pauly walks down the hallway, peering at the doors… "This one," he says, then knocks.

A minute or two later, a man with a hefty paunch and an exhausted-looking face opens it. "Oh pauly. Thank god you're here. come in, come in…" he hurries them into his suite. "Is this the doctor?"

The hotel room is fantastically beautiful. Tasteful, expensive… the sort of thing a man would pay lots of money for. Perhaps an entire month's salary for this one small room.

On the sofa, however, is something… less pretty. A once-beautiful woman lies there, wrists handcuffed behind her back, clad only in the skimpiest of lingerie… and she's not breathing.

Thistledown nods, his playful demeanor dropping away, "I am." He pulls open the medkit at his side producing a sterilizing wipe and swabbing his gloved hands clean. "Fill me in on what I should know, don't bother with things I shouldn't unless I ask." He moves towards the woman, "I assume she's the patient. Start with any drugs she may have taken, then with any damage you suspect she may have sustained before you found her." He glances at the cuffs, "Did you find the keys?"

Thistledown shifts his sight astral even before the questions are answered checking her aura.

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence vs TN 6 for "Aura read on the young woman.":
2 3 3 4 8 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence - 2 vs TN 6 for "Aura read on the young woman. 1kp, would like a little more detail.":
2 5 5 10 = 1 Success

The cop looks down, doesn't say anything. Pulse coughs.

"It's not like that, Thistle. She's, ahhh… she's dead. Our friend here wants it to be -evident- the young woman died of natural causes. So there's no questions asked."

Oh yeah. She's dead. Looks like asphyxiation.

Thistledown nods, "Fair enough, questions stand, drugs and damage she may have sustained before found, and do we have keys?"

Pulse reaches out to touch the fat man's shoulder. "The keys, James."

James shakes out of it, still a little slow, and takes out some handcuff keys for thistledown.
Thistledown nods, "Relax James, if he's vouching for you whatever happened was an accident." He looks carefully at the marks on her neck, "You ready for some hard questions?"
"she, um… I don't know," James adds. "She had some nova, we shared. Seemed clean, though."

Pulse squeezes the man's shoulder again. "Answer the questions, James. Relax. My associate is trustworthy."

The marks around her neck look like hand marks.

Thistledown nods, glancing at the girls hands, then the man's to see who's hands were on top. "Alright, let's start with the unpleasant stuff and work our way back from there. She's dead, the cause of death is asphyxiation from constriction of the throat. She's got cuffmarks on her wrist but lots of girls can get those if they're into rough play." Thistle stands up, "She got a SIN?"

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Credstick, ID, etc?":
1 1 2 3 3 10 = 1 Success

Thistledown glances around then looks at James, "Keep it together James, is she legal or a SINless?"
The Man shakes his head. "Not that she brought with her. I had to do some fancy talk and badg… and pull some favors to get her in here. It was supposed to be a fun night… my wife and i are on the outs, and… and…" he starts blubbering. Pulse shakes his head a little, squeezing the man's shoulder. "It was just a game we played! She liked it. She was laughing… I remember her laughing!"

It's clear that it was his hands around her throat. Her hands are just too small.

Thistledown nods, "James, people push themselves to far all the time, hells there's a term for it when it's self inflicted. She didn't know her limits and lost it, it's not your fault and we're going to make sure you don't take the fall for it. Now keep it together while we figure out how." He looks over the body, "Is there record of the two of you coming in here together?"

Thistledown tries to remember the lobby, ritzy place probably lots of cameras.
Oh yeah. AAA security zone.

Thistledown lets out a breath, "Alright, I could make this look like a suicide, a poorly executed hanging would tear and bruise enough flesh around her neck to make it look about right, or we could just try and walk out of here with her looking alive, part company and dispose of the remains. Personally I'd suggest the second as there are just too many cameras around here that could be checked."

The man nods. "Yeah, um… probably. At least of me being here," he says. "An' probably me 'n 'escort.'" He breathes deeply, and pauly walks away, checking out what's in the minifridge. "I just… if my wife finds out… I'm…"

"You're ruined. you're fired, you're divorced. you'd even have had me kill that man for nothing."

The man's eyes bulge a little, and he looks down. "Never meant for you to kill 'im," he says, quietly. "Just get rid of 'im…"

Pauly waves his hand. "Done is done. That sounds like it'll work, thistle, the first… or could you conceal the bruises and make it look like an OD? Would that be easier?"

Thistledown nods, "I can make it look like an OD, but any coroner worth his salt would spot the cause of death in flash. If you've got enough pull to keep it out of the coroner's office I can make it look good enough for the on-site guys." He shrugs, "But I can't make her heart beat to put enough to register an OD in her system, and I can't repair the tissue that's damaged inside her throat and lungs."

Pulse looks at James. James just starts to cry. Pulse shakes his head. "Second option. Come on, Thistle. We'll get the girl's body out of here, pretend like she's alive. James… just stay here. She left in a huff after you had a disagreement, all right?" He pats the man on the cheek. "Pauly will take care of you. That's what friends do. Right, doc?"

Thistledown nods, "Yep, that's what we do." He starts looking around, "I need some fresh air to get this done right, there's some fairly hefty stuff down there so I'm going for a helluva trick, I'll probably be a bit wobbly afterwards but that's to be expected after a party right?"

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Check other rooms, patio, etc for somewhere with lower BG count."

Pulse nods. "Absolutely." He looks back at the client. "Just sit down. The balcony should be some good fresh air for you, doc. I'll… put some clothes on the girl?"

Thistledown nods, "Get everything of hers you can picked up, like she walked out of here under her own power. James, you may want to go into the bedroom when I start, it probably won't all that easy for you to watch."

Thistledown steps out onto the balcony and takes a few deep breaths, he watches Pulse moving the girl about studying her face carefully. Then he starts casting, dampening his glow so the spell isn't noticible.
The man nods, dully, wobbling over to the bathroom. Pulse starts to gather up the girl's things, and slowly dressing her.

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Going for one hell of a trid Phantasm, Pulse and Thistle support the body between them, phantasm makes it look like she's walking though a bit tipsy/strung out."

Thistledown watches Pulse, "We'll go right out the front door, get her into a car, she'll wave and such, obviously alive and in fine spirits." We get her somewhere discrete and figure it out from there.
Pulse thinks. "I know some good dumping grounds," he says, and puts the woman up on his arm, leaning her against him. "Make the woojoo happen, buddy."

«OOC» Thistledown says, "Bg on balcony?"
«OOC» Pulse says, "1"

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 5 + 6 vs TN 5 for "Trid Phantasm force 3, breaking Geasa by repressing glow.":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 10 10 16 = 6 Successes
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 5 + 6 - 6 vs TN 5 for "Trid Phantasm force 3, breaking Geasa by repressing glow. 1kp (2 so far)":
1 1 1 2 3 4 7 8 8 11 11 = 5 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 5 + 6 - 11 vs TN 5 for "Trid Phantasm force 3, breaking Geasa by repressing glow. 3kp (5 so far)":
1 2 3 8 10 17 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Soaking Deadly damage.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Thistledown (#9317) rolls Willpower - 5 vs TN 2 for "Soaking Deadly damage. 1 kp (6 so far)":
2 = 1 Success

Thistledown goes down on one knee as he sparks up a hell of an illussion. "Alright…s'good. Headaches suck but if they see through this they could already see through the fragging floor."

«Auto-Judge[]» Pulse (#3231) rolls 6 vs TN 3 for "seeing through the phantasm":
1 2 2 3 3 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Pulse (#3231) rolls 6 vs TN 3 for "seeing through the phantasm":
1 1 1 2 3 4 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Pulse (#3231) rolls 6 vs TN 3 for "seeing through the phantasm":
1 1 1 1 2 3 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Pulse (#3231) rolls 6 vs TN 3 for "seeing through the phantasm":
2 5 5 7 10 11 = 5 Successes

Thistledown shuffles over to stand beside Pulse, his hand shielding his eyes from the suddenly far to bright room lights. "You owe me a cherry coke." he mutters as he moves to help Pulse get the girl up so they can walk the body between them. The ilussion settles in about them and suddenly she's smiling at the two of them, her feet unsteady and obviously in need of the support of the two gentlemen, she leans close to Thistle pulling at him to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, casual is the key word. I'll slide into the car first then you help her in after me." He starts towards the door, "You need to say anything else to James before we go?"

Pulse shakes his head. "No. It's best if he doesn't see the rest." He helps hold the 'tipsy' girl up, and starts leading down towards the hotel. "What a party!" He says. "Man, the sort of thing that costs a man quite a few smackers to throw, don't you think?"

Thistledown the trip down the hall to the elevator is ghastly, her cold flesh and dead weight a stark contrast to the bubbly personality she appears to exibit. She makes several shushing motions towards Thistle, pulling him in to bring her hand to her lips as if remind him that they're not supposed to make a scene. The motions Thistle stages causes her limp form to bump against Pulse's side, under the illusion nothing more than a skin sack full of meat. Thistle walks with a little stagger of his own, still shading his eyes, "Yeah, but keep it down, yeah? My head…" He smiles at the young woman, "Yeah hun, nice and quiet…thanks." The elevator ride down is a nightmare in and of itself as the scent of her body begins to fill the confined space, thankfully the trip is too short for it to become truly foul and the walk into the foyer.

Thistledown says "Have 'em bring the car round, Yeah?"

Pulse leads the bumbling group out, and pauses by a bellboy on his way out. "Hey," he says, just as they're starting to reach the foyer. "Bellhop. Please let our host, Room 1134, know that Miss Kitya will be spending the rest of the night as my guest. Convey our apologies… and send for my car."

The bellhop nods and runs to the phone… Now all there is to do is cross the foyer/resteraunt that is the first floor of the hotel…

Thistledown chuckles and starts to call out, "Apologies nothing convey our thanks…" but the shushing motions from Kitya and the sudden apparent pain to his head cause him to trail off. "Ohh, top shelf my pattotie, that was rotgut in a silver bottle." He starts moving across the foyer his head down and his hand over his eyes, Kitya on the other hand is looking around as though ever sight delighted her, Thistle makes a keep it cool motion and she does the same to him, the both look to Pulse, "C'mon or I'm gonna make you carry me too." Thistle remarks, Kitya starts to giggle but claps her hand over her mouth to keep it in, pulling Thistle into a grisly embrace. Aside from a few curious glances and a few harumphs and averted eyes though it seems that the plan is working, the girl is being noticed, the men less so.

Thistledown slides into the waiting car, assisting Kitya into the back seat with him. He's looking a little haggard but it's been a hell of a party right? Kitya blows a kiss at the bellboy before Thistle reaches across her to shut the door.

And then they're through. Pauly's taking his keys from the Valet, tipping well: the girl and thistledown are being ushered inside. The tinted windows conceal them from view as Pulse drives his car away…

Down towards the warrens, where bodies are never found.

Thistledown shudders, laying the passenger seat back so he can slide up to the front seat leaving the corpse in the back for the ride, "That wasn't fun."

Pulse lets out a deep breath. "well, we pulled it off," he says. "And now you have a cop for a friend. He owes us both bigtime, don't you think?" He grins. "Well played, though. well played, indeed."

Thistledown nods, "Yeah, having friends is always a nice thing, though make sure he's not going rough on the girls anymore, yeah? If he want's to have that sort of fun send him to Lil so he can learn to do it right." He sighs, "Drop me off at the cemetary, yeah. I'll get her buried proper…me and the caretaker go way back."


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