An attempt to thwart Thomas’s Storm(Jakem)
Date: 2025-10-07 16:04
(An attempt to thwart Thomas’s Storm(Jakem):Jakem)
[Tue Oct 7 2025]
At Beacon Hill Memorial Gardens
It is afternoon, about 74F(23C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It’s raining. The mist is heaviest At High and Franklin
“Something strange… in the neighborhood… Who you gonna call? Obadiah!” Obadiah says then starts to hum the Ghostbusters theme song
Evalina helpfully aids Obadiah with hums of her own
nods to Obadiah “All right, briefing’s gonna be quick. The Conclave has raised the ghosts of the long dead so that they will go to Redstone, possess a buncha yahoos, and support the Conclave in their bid for control of the borough. They’re not pulling Redstone ghosts, cause that wouldn’t go over well with the population, so instead they’re pullin’ ’em outa here.”
Jakem nods to Obadiah “All right, briefing’s gonna be quick. The Conclave has raised the ghosts of the long dead so that they will go to Redstone, possess a buncha yahoos, and support the Conclave in their bid for control of the borough. They’re not pulling Redstone ghosts, cause that wouldn’t go over well with the population, so instead they’re pullin’ ’em outa here.” (forgot SRs don’t attach their name to emotes)
Jakem tilts his head “And how do the ghosts get raised from their graves you ask?” He smirks and looks up “Apparently they got a literal machine up in the sky, in those clouds there that have been tryin’ to Noah’s Arc us. Needs to be disabled. Any ideas how to get up there?”
“That seems,” Obadiah thinks a moment and wobbles his hand slightly. “Right so Tommy is having fun on his free time. This doesn’t smell like Connie. Connie would just be out playing whack a demon.” He looks over to Evalina at the question and asks, “Can you fly yet?”
Jakem likewise turns to look at Evalina expectantly.
Jakem remarks “Yeah, it doesn’t seem like these are the sorts of umbrellas that letcha Mary Poppins. Did you just bring normal umbrellas?” he asks incredulously.
“Have to admit that is one of the more clever plots I’ve heard…” Evalina murmurs, not seeming too aware of the Conclave’s plans, though likely she knows some at least. She grimaces at the speak of flight, tilting her parasol aside to get a better look. “I cannot. Darn it. Had I known there’d be flight I’d have suggested getting Amber involved…” She murmurs, “Whilst other machines of flight do exist, I don’t have the pull quite yet to get one…” A sigh follows. “I don’t know. How is it in the air? Can we like, shoot or bow a balloon out of the sky?”
shrugs, looking to Obadiah “Plane or helicopter? You’re flying it by the way.”
Jakem shrugs, looking to Obadiah “Plane or helicopter? You’re flying it by the way.”
Jakem looks at his phone at Evalina’s question “Huh, storm clouds, let’s see…” He hmmms “Can you shoot a bow six kilometers?”
“No problem. Just get me the Pinaka Bow. Shiva’s divine bow – it can destroy cities all the way from the heavens.” Evalina responds dryly. “That means no.”
“How far is six kolometers? Is that like a mile or something?” Obadiah asks clearly locked in on Freedom Units. “Anyway I can -try-. Rothwell, don’t you have access to the company jet? We could totally throw me out of the back and I could super man this shit.”
Jakem looks to Evalina “I mean you couldn’t get us flying umbrellas, the least you could do is call in some favors and let two untrained yahoos pilot your family’s jet.” he says laying on the guilt trip.
“Sure do. But there’s one small, tiny-whimy problem.” Evalina starts to inform Obadiah, “Being, that New Haven doesn’t have an airfield. If you can teleport over to New York somehow though, we can certainly provide one.” She suggests with a head shake, then furrowing her brow at Jakem. “You didn’t mention a thing about them having to be /flying/ umbrellas.” A beat. “Can’t we just use a drone? I’m sure the Temple has a few. Maybe we can somehow steal one?”
“I wonder if Dovie or Derek would let me use the Fairchild plan?” Obadiah says, helpfully listing off all the other rich families that aren’t Mercers. “I wonder if the Temple have surface to air missiles?” He pauses then and looks up, “I wonder if the ORDER has surface to air missiles? Hold on…”
Jakem tilts his head “Huh, maybe. Oh, I got dozens of drones from the movies we’re making.” he comments as he looks up in the sky “They’ve all got cameras on them, not weapons.” He looks to Obadiah “Let me call Wild Bloom World Headquarters and ask.” he says, dialing a number.
Jakem’s phone rings “Hello, Wild Bloom World HQ speaking. Need to borrow the Fairchild plane? I see no problem with that. We don’t have the keys available though so you’ll need someone there that people at the airfield can trust.” He looks up to Obadiah and gives a thumbs up after his conversation with himself.
OOC: That did not work apparently. Jakem owns that holding though.
Obadiah looks up from his phone and grumbles, “Apparently King changed his password from HunkaHunkaBurningLove010835. Bastard. Anyway no go on, on getting Shieldbearer weapons to shoot the thing down.”
Jakem nods to Obadiah “Well, we can still try to steal the plane, or we could rent a helicopter.” he muses, looking to Evalina “Preferences?”
“From which-” Evalina catches herself, then rubs at her temples. “You know what. I’m just not going to question it.” She gives Obadiah a blink, “Have you tried ScoobySnack420?” She suggests with an amused chuckle, then glancing to Jakem. “I liked the surface to air missile plan. I think I’ll pick whatever is least likely to crash and take us all with it. So that means absolutely not the plane.”
Jakem nods a bit “I can probably manage a helicopter if it comes down to it, but you guys are on ghost hunting duty.”
“That is my password,” Obadiah says with a look at Evalina like his deepest secret has just been exposed. “Time to cycle all of my credentials again. I wonder if we can get a blackhawk? I really want to shoot a missile at something.”
hmmms as he starts making calls “Why do you want to know how many people are going to be in the chopper? Huh, oh yeah. Two. Who? Evalina Rothwell and Obadaiah Mercer.” He listens for a while, nods, nods again. Looks at Obadiah as he nods again, then hangs up. “Obie apparently has a reputation with this agency. No dice.”
“Sure, I can tase a ghost.” Evalina suggests with a sigh, then thinking. “How about brute force? We just pick up something heavy like an old car from the scrap yard with the helicopter, fly high above the machine, drop it.” She taps a foot onto the ground, twirling the parasol in her hand. She blinks then, giving Obadiah a look. “What have you been doing with helicopters?” She wonders, then letting out a sigh. “Oh, I know.” She smiles. “Something nice and safe.” A grin. “An airballoon. Surely we can get one of those.”
Jakem nods to Evalina “Go for it!”
Evalina takes her phone out of her pocket, turning away from the other two, her parasol shielding her as she makes a few quick calls before turning around, looking triumphant. “They’re bringing it over right now. Just have to figure out where to put it so it drifts to the right pla-” Beat. “Oh… I am with two fae.”
Obadiah thinks a moment then sighs, “You called Big Eddy didn’t you? I may owe him money.” He sucks his teeth a moment, “I really gotta start paying people back in more than favors.”
Jakem shrugs and looks to Evalina “Not to worry, let’s go balooning!”
“My love for Jules Verne finds satisfaction today.” She remarks cheerfully as she glances towards the street. “They said it shouldn’t take long. They had one ready for a test.” Beat. “…Didn’t ask what model though. I sure hope it’s a decent one… Was a bit too excited to ask questions…” Evalina murmurs
And the room shifts about everyone as they take off in the balloon, heading for the contraption!
“Sometimes, some crimes, go slipping through the cracks but these two gumshoes, are picking up the slack,” Obadiah starts to sing the theme song from Chip and Dale Rescue Rangers, which famously opens with the rodent duo floating in an airship through a lightening storm. “Fucking hell,” he declares when they have company and grabs the Proton Pack.”
The skeletons guarding the machine spot the air baloon “Arrrr, prepare to board yee skallywags!” the leader bellows, as the undead monstrocities get out grappling hooks and prepare to board the vessel.
Jakem grunts as he takes one of the grappling hooks right in the face “Blast it all, uh, I guess we have to get past them to get to the machine?”
Catching Anna up; There’s a giant ghost summoning machine in the sky. Obie, Eva, and Jakem have, after numerous unsucessful attempts, managed to rent a hot air baloon to go confront and sabotage the machine. Alas, a hoard of undead are guarding it and attempting to board the hot air baloon from a floating cloud platform.
Anyone have anything to add?
“The fuck.” Evalina takes a while, frozen in place, looking utterly confused. “Skeletons or zombies alright. But why /pirates/?” Beat. “And how are they even speaking?!” The poor woman seems a little overwhelmed in the strangeness, “I should have had Mason board..” She realizes, looking like she’s suddenly suffering from a burning headache, then unsheathing her rapier.
Obadiah is ready to cast ‘turn undead’ with a twelve gague
Jakem yells “It’s always pirates!” and pulls out his truncheon “Avast, yee skylubbers, have at thee!” And jumps into the fray.
“Mmmmnhm.” Annabelle mumbles sleepily, agreeing idly as she crawls out from a body bag. It’s her transport device, why not.
“Alwasyys piratesssz..” She echoes.
… Perhaps because the storyrunner only had pirate undead on their roster of monsters.
“Pirates are fucking cool, Eva,” Obadiah says as he prepares Power Word: Buckshot. “I kind of want some to pirate my ship of the damned. Not that I _have_ a ship of the damned….”
“I can sell you a ship. Not sure about the damned part though.” Evalina quips at Obadiah, not quite attacking yet, still visibly processing.
Annabelle mumbles out, “you’s doing SO great.”(Encourage)
Annabelle whacks the knife against the bone.
With the guardians defeated, the group manages to board the cloud platform with ease. It appears that spirits are being drawn up into the device, and then catapulted over towards Redstone.
Annabelle tries to get her bearings, plussed with lips pursed, blinking conscious with a skeleton at her feet. “B-baby, what am I- oh nevermind I’ll just.. Alright.” Hop in.
Jakem calls over his shoulder to the rest “I’m gonna try and reconnect some stuff; imputs to outputs, cross some streams, tangle some wires. I guess just, like in case I can’t do it, try and smash whatever you see and don’t ghost-explode us?” he asks as he unhitches a panel.
Obadiah reloads his shotgun totally ready to just start blasting shit to pieces. “You know, I bet if we had a weather mancer we could have just summoned a lightening bolt from the ground.” He looks into his backpack just to double check, “Aww no explosives today either. Drats.”
calls over to Annabelle “Thanks for the help with the skeletons Anna.” as he yanks on some wires. “Oh, huh, that would have been a good idea. Oof, down to the wire, let’s see if we make it in time. Someone take a picture for social media?”
Evalina nods in understanding at the explanation of smashing things, “Right. Not touching anything.” She deliberately misunderstands, then glancing to Annabelle. “This uh. This is normal for you? I thought I was going to help sell some cookies or something and now there’s pirate skeletons…” Beat. “I’ve a taser is about it… no explosions.”