{"id":21489,"date":"2025-07-10T02:18:10","date_gmt":"2025-07-10T06:18:10","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2025-07-10T02:18:10","modified_gmt":"2025-07-10T06:18:10","slug":"encounter-706","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/2025\/07\/10\/encounter-706\/","title":{"rendered":"Thomas&#8217;s Wednesday night odd encounter(Thomas)"},"content":{"rendered":"<style>\n    .edgt-post-text-inner p {\n        margin-bottom: 35px !important;\n    }\n    <\/style>\n<p><strong>Date:<\/strong> 2025-07-09 02:17<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008000\">               (<\/span>Thomas&#8217;s Wednesday night odd encounter(Thomas):Thomas<span style=\"color:#008000\">)<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color:#008080\">        [<\/span>Wed Jul  9 2025<span style=\"color:#008080\">]<\/span><\/p>\n<p>At the entrance to 22 Church Street<br \/><span style=\"color:#c0c0c0\">  <span style=\"color:#92c571\">The private lawn spreads across several acres of carefully maintained grounds,\/span><\/span<span style=\"color:#8abb6a\">its pathways lined with ornate cast iron benches bearing intricate scrollwork<\/span><span style=\"color:#81b262\">that serves both decorative and structural purposes. Brass pipes emerge from<\/span><span style=\"color:#78a85b\">the earth at regular intervals, their warm surfaces creating small pockets of<\/span><span style=\"color:#709f54\">heated air that encourage the early blooming of precisely arranged flower<\/span><span style=\"color:#67964c\">beds. The rising sun catches the elaborate metalwork of the park&#8217;s central<\/span><span style=\"color:#5f8d45\">gazebo, where multiple tiers of decorative ironwork frame the structure&#8217;s<\/span><span style=\"color:#56843e\">octagonal form. Mature oak and maple trees cast lengthening shadows across<\/span><span style=\"color:#4e7c37\">the manicured grass, their leaves showing the full green of late spring<\/span><span style=\"color:#467330\">growth. A network of gravel paths connects various sections of the park, each<\/span><span style=\"color:#3e6a29\">route marked by small brass plaques indicating approved walking circuits and<\/span><span style=\"color:#366222\">maintenance schedules. The morning air carries the faint scent of heated<\/span><span style=\"color:#2d5a1b\">metal mixing with the fresh growth of the season.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>It is <span style=\"color:#808080\">night<\/span>, about <span style=\"color:#00ff00\">74<\/span>F(<span style=\"color:#00ff00\">23<\/span>C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.  It&#8217;s <span style=\"color:#0000ff\">raining.<\/span>  The mist is heaviest <span style=\"color:#393e41\">A<span style=\"color:#393f45\">t<span style=\"color:#394049\"> <span style=\"color:#39414d\">M<span style=\"color:#384351\">a<span style=\"color:#374455\">p<span style=\"color:#374659\">l<span style=\"color:#36475d\">e<span style=\"color:#354861\"> <span style=\"color:#334a65\">a<span style=\"color:#324b69\">n<span style=\"color:#304c6d\">d<span style=\"color:#2e4e71\"> <span style=\"color:#2c4f75\">S<span style=\"color:#295179\">i<span style=\"color:#26527d\">d<span style=\"color:#225481\">n<span style=\"color:#1e5585\">e<span style=\"color:#19578a\">y\/span>\/span<\/span<br \/>\nThere is a waxing gibbous moon.  <\/p>\n<p>(A vampire has selected your target as their next meal.<br \/>\n)<\/p>\n<p>Constance is on her porch, in the rain, with a shotgun, sad about no werewolves showing up to kill. <\/p>\n<p>No werewolves, but there is something out there in the rain &#8212; some figure that loves the night. For the moment, it is just watching Constance from a rooftop across from her home; she can&#8217;t see it, but there is the sense, uncomfortable, of being watched: it pricks at her, really. <\/p>\n<p>Constance squints, shifting uneasily. She makes certain to have her more long-ranged carbine within arm&#8217;s reach, but considering there&#8217;s nothing actionable she continues waiting, on vigil during the night of the full moon to defend her property&#8230;.or just use her property as an excuse for violence in a most American fashion. <\/p>\n<p>Walking down the street comes <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> &#8212; looking for Constance. &#8220;I&#8217;m shocked I didn&#8217;t crash,&#8221; he tells her, apparently completely unaware of the watching sensation. Constance can still feel it, though. He looks over at her shotgun. &#8220;Wolves?&#8221; he says. &#8220;Luka attacked Lola, earlier,&#8221; he shares. <\/p>\n<p>As Thomas and Constance talk, whatever is out in the night and the rain is creeping slowly, slowly towards the pair. It moves perfectly silently, and more than anything &#8212; it has no smell. <\/p>\n<p>Constance shrugs as she&#8217;s distracted by Thomas. &#8220;Hoping so,&#8221; she states. &#8220;Would love to get you a delivery of one like you mentioned the other day, but unfortunately they haven&#8217;t been roaming into Redstone, it seems. YEs, I was surprised to hear about that &#8211; on campus and everything.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think it would be an interesting experiment,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> says to Constance. &#8220;I heard another interesting thing tonight: apparently some wolf was wandering around the hospital on &#8216;medication&#8217; to resist lunacy,&#8221; he says. &#8220;Makes me want to see what happens if we cast a lunacy ritual on such a &#8216;medicated&#8217; wolf.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Constance snorts. &#8220;Double lunatism at the same time. It&#8217;d probably work the same during the normal moons, but at the full moon&#8230;.that&#8217;d be nuts, yeah,&#8221; she comments. &#8220;Woudl be worth an experiment.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Closer, closer, closer. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> doesn&#8217;t seem to notice at all &#8212; whatever is approaching is night itself. &#8220;I agree,&#8221; he tells Constance. &#8220;We&#8217;ll get our moment, sooner or later,&#8221; he says. &#8220;I&#8217;m not really equipped to go toe to toe with a werewolf,&#8221; he acknowledges. &#8220;Battle is not my strength.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Constance shrugs again. &#8220;That&#8217;s what you have me for,&#8221; she grins. &#8220;I can handle just about anything.&#8221;, she overconfidently boasts. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Exact &#8211;&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> is cut off by a blur of black clothing, pale face, and fangs. <\/p>\n<p>Constance picks up her halberd and sweeps for the vampire&#8217;s legs, leaping to her feet as she grins with the sudden adrenaline of a pouncing opponent &#8211; not a werewolf, but&#8230;! <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Fuck!&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> cries, digging for the knife he carries. Knife in one hand, glock in another. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where the hell did that come from?&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> asks Constance, shifting to the side. He raises his Glock, looking to get a bead on the vampire. <\/p>\n<p>Constance wipes her forehead. &#8220;Looks like a fucking vampire?&#8221;, she wonders, &#8220;Judging by the fucking claws,&#8221; she murmurs, staring down at the incapacitated fanger. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Jesus,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> says, breathing heavily with his gun in his hand. &#8220;Cut that fucking thing&#8217;s head off,&#8221; he tells Constance. Looking up at the raining sky, he says grimly, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think we can burn it, but all the same: are you all right?&#8221; he asks her. &#8220;Did he bite you?&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Constance shakes her head. &#8220;No, managed to dodge it,&#8221; she states, as she brings the halberd down to decapitate the hunter as instructed, in a gruesome spray of gore. <\/p>\n<p>The head rolls off &#8212; it bounces, once, twice, three times on the sodden grass. <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> squints, looking down at it. &#8220;That is one good omen too many for a night like this,&#8221; he tells Constance. Looking over at her. &#8220;Time for me, at least, to get back home and inside. When you a find a werewolf&#8230;&#8221; He smiles. &#8220;You know who to call.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>Constance nods, smiling over at Thomas. &#8220;Definitely will.Good thing I was here, maybe it stalked you over?&#8221;, she wonders. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;My car is the color of blood,&#8221; <span style=\"color:#ffffff\">Thomas<\/span> tells Constance, now with some humor. &#8220;Well &#8212; until we meet again, Connie.&#8221; Then, with a jaunty smile, he&#8217;s off. <br \/><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Date: 2025-07-09 02:17 (Thomas&#8217;s Wednesday night odd encounter(Thomas):Thomas) [Wed Jul 9 2025] At the entrance to 22 Church Street The private lawn spreads across several acres of carefully maintained grounds,\/span>\/span<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[134],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-encounterlog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21489","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21489"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21489\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/havenrpg.net\/newsite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}