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Eliass Odd Encounter Sr Lucas 240908
In the nostalgically vibrant setting of Rosie's Diner, Elias experiences an unsettling shift in his surroundings. Initially immersed in the monotony of social media, he gradually notices a disturbing change in the behavior of those around him. The diner staff and customers begin displaying overt animosity towards him, with odd looks and a noticeable decline in the warmth of their service. This hostility soon escalates, affecting even the taste of his coffee, which turns unexpectedly bitter. A series of small but strange incidents - from unfriending on social media to palpable animosity from the diner patrons - signal a mysterious curse that has befallen Elias, marking him with persecution and turning the world hostile against him. As the atmosphere thickens with aggression, Elias decides to leave, sensing the weight of unwelcome stares as he exits into the quiet, uneasy night.
Outside, the curse's effects magnify, with Elias feeling the intense gaze of judgment and disdain even in the relative safety of the street. Standing alone, he attempts to rationalize the situation and consider his affiliations for potential aid, but the growing mob outside the diner and a nearby bar signals an imminent threat. Deciding against calling for backup, Elias opts for a quick retreat to his car, confronting the agitated crowd with a mix of avoidance and mild confrontation. Despite some physical obstruction, he manages to start his car and, after a moment of pause, uses it to force his way through the crowd, inadvertently committing acts of violence in his desperate escape. Once free from the immediate danger, Elias drives off with the intent to uncover the source of the curse and address it, leaving behind an unsettling scene and a night far removed from his usual dull evening routine.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRLucas):SRLucas)
[Sat Sep 7 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is after dusk, about 77F(25C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target has been cursed with persecution, it is up to them to survive a world suddenly turned hostile until their allies can come and help get them to safety or deal with the curse.
)
Sitting at the counter at the diner, Elias largely is just swiping through his phone idly while sipping on coffee.
Sitting along the long stretch of chrome-burnished counter, Elias will find himself mostly alone and unbothered by the sparse customer count within the cheery, vibrantly colored diner. Things seem to be quiet which isn't always a suspicious case in this town, but can be more often than not. Does that lull in activity or sound enough to send a nervous feeling down the man's spione? For just a moment it feels like everyone else has gone, this crazy sense for one split second that he's the only one left out here. Then it passes.
"All these ads on MyHaven is getting old, but I get they need to generate revenue but still" Elias says as he flicks his finger along the surface of his phone, browsing over his connection list for updates, but otherwise seems to be battling boredom of the moment, taking another sip from his coffee.
Ahh, those quiet moments for Elias seem to be a lot more regular than for some. Still, something interesting DOES begin to happen eventually. Those notifications suddenly start coming in a lot less frequently, which is a blessing right? But then, what contacts he MAY have? They seem to be dropping one by one. Unfriended here, un-matched there. He's not paying too much attention to his surroundings, idly scrolling through his phone as he is but, when he does look up next he'll note kind of an odd look on the man behind the counter's face. The same for the waitress when she skates around next. Kind of like they're giving the man the odd-ball, or the stink eye! It doesn't seem ot be anything TOO out of the ordinary but it's out of the blue enough to cause pause and make notice.
"Well, hrmm." Elias says as he tucks his phone into his pocket grumbling, "I hated social media anyway." He justifies to himself. He raises an eyebrow to the waitress, but doesn't engage. He just rests an elbow on the counter, taking another sip from his mug.
Wow, did the guy forget to put sugar in this?! Perhaps he'd hit it with a refull when Elias wasn't looking but his coffee tastes very much bitter or burned even, all of the sudden! Just as thoughts cross the man's mind, the man behind the counter all but shoves a check at the man (if he hasn't paid) or gives him a long, intrusive kind of rude stare if he already has and it's more blatent than before. A man walking in sees sight of Elias, and immediately makes a disgusted kind of expression, but why? Then he's beelining for the furthest spot away from him that he can find, and the waitress skating around seems to be giving this man a nod, now, like it's the best choice he'd made all day!
Something is definitely going on, and as the minutes pass, Elias cann all but feel the hostility beginning to pour out of the people surrounding him ... AT HIM.
Lifting an arm, while trying to be as discreet as possible, but likely not that discreet, Elias smells his armpit, before concluding it wasn't his smell. The dark haired man sighs, looking towards the ceiling with a sigh, "Please don't be hat I am thinking. I really don't have time for all of this." He says, talking to himself before pushing himself to his feet, starting to walk for the door.
It's not hard to feel the eyes boring into him from all directions, as Elias starts walking for the door. It's a mixed bag, part animosity and part relief that he's leaving the space they want to be occupying. Stepping out of the place, and out into the world provides a moment of relief at the very least. The in those last gasps of setting below the horizon where the rays of light struggle to beam over the curve of the planet and everything is just the perfect shade of darkness to make it impossible to see much beyond the pools of light that represent street lamps and business signs in the windows. Hart Avenue is well-lit of course, and as Elias stands there, considering what's going on and what to do about it once more things seem almost abnormally quiet.
This would be a good time for Elias to make his afilliations and potential allies known (even from an NPC level i.e. society and stuff or student and so on) for the sake of the back half of the prompt!
Being a member of the Hand and the Forged Fortune, Elias often has a good deal of muscle that can come to his aid if he needs it, but he rarely accepts any aid like that. Instead, the man often depends on his own talents, words, and sometimes just hopping into a vehicle to get the hell out there. For now though, Elias looks up towards the sky, letting his gray-blue eyes scan the few wisps of clouds drifting through the dusk evening.
Standing for a time, Elias will feel a little more relaxed now but it won't really last. Once more he'll be able to feel that kind of boring into the center of his back where it feels like someone is watching him. Turning about might reveal a few of the patrons or workers in the diner behind him still giving him a level of mean mugging through the glass or the windows! A random vehicle drives past, and it's almost as if Elias can feel the driver staring at him as it passes. The longer he stands out there, still - the more intense those feelings of flight or fight begin to scream at his nerve endings. Then, while out of sight, the sounds of some sort of commotion seem to be drifting out of the often open doorway of the Lodge across the street.
"Look guys, you got the wrong person." Elias offers out to the others as he seem to be gathering around as he makes his way over to his BMW. The Arcanist sets his mug of coffee which he walked out of the place with, glancing down at his watch for a moment, "Look at that. It is time to get going. Don't you guys have something better to do?"
With that thought in mind, comes others like who might be doing so or why, but the attendance of other folks beginning to trail out of the diner and the bar slash hotel on the other side of the street does put a damper on pursuing those questions right now. Without desiring to call for help with a potential mob, it seems like making for the car might be the best option for sure and as Elias does, that crowd does begin to slowly close in on him as if not quite yet certain as to the why of what they're doing themselves. Soon that seems to lose importance though, making it clear he's about to leave the crowd begins to become agitated .. and it's time for Elias to make his escape.
While clearly not an Olympic track star, Elias does run above average at least and that is exactly what he does. He makes a run for it for driver side of the car and gets ready to make a fast getaway.
Luckily for Elias, the crowd hasn't really begun busting out the torches and the pitchforks yet, so while he does feel some grabs at his clothing and several pounded fists against his car even as he's scrambling to close his door he manages to get into the vehicle without serious incident. Starting it up, the crowd doesn't seem to care enough to get out the way immediately, so the man will have to make an importance choice here - how far he's willing to gun it to get out of there. The more he waits, the more insistent those pounds on his car becomes, potentially threatning to start breaking glass and definitely adding some dents and scratches to the exterior of the BMW.
Opening the driver's side door, Elias tugs away from the grabs at his clothing and frowns when the people pound on his car. The dark haired man starts up the car and puts it into drive with no hesitation. Well, almost no hesitation. He revs the engine a few times and blows the horn. A fair warning, right? Regardless, it is more than enough as far as Elias is concerned and he takes his foot off his brake, letting his car jut forward through whomever might be standing in his way.
That's how you escape. Too busy worrying about the paint on his car (perhaps to distract himself from the soft thudding sounds of hitting a few bodies at low speeds) .. and then the jumble and bumble of the suspension when he's rolling over something a little uneven you know? But soon enough there's nothing but the lit streets and the open road in front of his windshield and he can safely get himself home. As if the average night of boredom wasn't enough, there's nothing like a little vehicular homicide as Elias may have run down pedestrians to their potential death in order to spice up the evening! Still, a block or two and he feels like he can relax. Long enough to get himself home and safely out of the public eye at any rate. Then he can start hunting down whoever's responsible!
OOC: Thank you for participating! The prompt was a little short and sweet on this one, but the other one was a bit convoluted and I wasn't sure how it would play! Feedback always welcome and let me know if you need a teleport anywhere!@
Outside, the curse's effects magnify, with Elias feeling the intense gaze of judgment and disdain even in the relative safety of the street. Standing alone, he attempts to rationalize the situation and consider his affiliations for potential aid, but the growing mob outside the diner and a nearby bar signals an imminent threat. Deciding against calling for backup, Elias opts for a quick retreat to his car, confronting the agitated crowd with a mix of avoidance and mild confrontation. Despite some physical obstruction, he manages to start his car and, after a moment of pause, uses it to force his way through the crowd, inadvertently committing acts of violence in his desperate escape. Once free from the immediate danger, Elias drives off with the intent to uncover the source of the curse and address it, leaving behind an unsettling scene and a night far removed from his usual dull evening routine.
(Elias's odd encounter(SRLucas):SRLucas)
[Sat Sep 7 2024]
In Rosie's Diner
Filled with nostalgia, this diner is a step into the past - to a time of swing and jive, and one would claim, simpler times. The walls are cream toned, letting the pink and turquoise neon striping along the ceiling give the space more vibrant coloring. Pieces of kitsch and memorabilia are posted here and there, providing character and retro style.
Behind the counter, cooks work the main line, allowing customers to watch as their meals are prepped. A soda fountain and a glass domed freezer is set away from the heat, where the soda jerk creates speciality floats, sundaes, malts and shakes.
Meanwhile, waitresses on roller skates gracefully take orders, their uniforms chock full of bling.
It is after dusk, about 77F(25C) degrees, and there are a few wispy white clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Your target has been cursed with persecution, it is up to them to survive a world suddenly turned hostile until their allies can come and help get them to safety or deal with the curse.
)
Sitting at the counter at the diner, Elias largely is just swiping through his phone idly while sipping on coffee.
Sitting along the long stretch of chrome-burnished counter, Elias will find himself mostly alone and unbothered by the sparse customer count within the cheery, vibrantly colored diner. Things seem to be quiet which isn't always a suspicious case in this town, but can be more often than not. Does that lull in activity or sound enough to send a nervous feeling down the man's spione? For just a moment it feels like everyone else has gone, this crazy sense for one split second that he's the only one left out here. Then it passes.
"All these ads on MyHaven is getting old, but I get they need to generate revenue but still" Elias says as he flicks his finger along the surface of his phone, browsing over his connection list for updates, but otherwise seems to be battling boredom of the moment, taking another sip from his coffee.
Ahh, those quiet moments for Elias seem to be a lot more regular than for some. Still, something interesting DOES begin to happen eventually. Those notifications suddenly start coming in a lot less frequently, which is a blessing right? But then, what contacts he MAY have? They seem to be dropping one by one. Unfriended here, un-matched there. He's not paying too much attention to his surroundings, idly scrolling through his phone as he is but, when he does look up next he'll note kind of an odd look on the man behind the counter's face. The same for the waitress when she skates around next. Kind of like they're giving the man the odd-ball, or the stink eye! It doesn't seem ot be anything TOO out of the ordinary but it's out of the blue enough to cause pause and make notice.
"Well, hrmm." Elias says as he tucks his phone into his pocket grumbling, "I hated social media anyway." He justifies to himself. He raises an eyebrow to the waitress, but doesn't engage. He just rests an elbow on the counter, taking another sip from his mug.
Wow, did the guy forget to put sugar in this?! Perhaps he'd hit it with a refull when Elias wasn't looking but his coffee tastes very much bitter or burned even, all of the sudden! Just as thoughts cross the man's mind, the man behind the counter all but shoves a check at the man (if he hasn't paid) or gives him a long, intrusive kind of rude stare if he already has and it's more blatent than before. A man walking in sees sight of Elias, and immediately makes a disgusted kind of expression, but why? Then he's beelining for the furthest spot away from him that he can find, and the waitress skating around seems to be giving this man a nod, now, like it's the best choice he'd made all day!
Something is definitely going on, and as the minutes pass, Elias cann all but feel the hostility beginning to pour out of the people surrounding him ... AT HIM.
Lifting an arm, while trying to be as discreet as possible, but likely not that discreet, Elias smells his armpit, before concluding it wasn't his smell. The dark haired man sighs, looking towards the ceiling with a sigh, "Please don't be hat I am thinking. I really don't have time for all of this." He says, talking to himself before pushing himself to his feet, starting to walk for the door.
It's not hard to feel the eyes boring into him from all directions, as Elias starts walking for the door. It's a mixed bag, part animosity and part relief that he's leaving the space they want to be occupying. Stepping out of the place, and out into the world provides a moment of relief at the very least. The in those last gasps of setting below the horizon where the rays of light struggle to beam over the curve of the planet and everything is just the perfect shade of darkness to make it impossible to see much beyond the pools of light that represent street lamps and business signs in the windows. Hart Avenue is well-lit of course, and as Elias stands there, considering what's going on and what to do about it once more things seem almost abnormally quiet.
This would be a good time for Elias to make his afilliations and potential allies known (even from an NPC level i.e. society and stuff or student and so on) for the sake of the back half of the prompt!
Being a member of the Hand and the Forged Fortune, Elias often has a good deal of muscle that can come to his aid if he needs it, but he rarely accepts any aid like that. Instead, the man often depends on his own talents, words, and sometimes just hopping into a vehicle to get the hell out there. For now though, Elias looks up towards the sky, letting his gray-blue eyes scan the few wisps of clouds drifting through the dusk evening.
Standing for a time, Elias will feel a little more relaxed now but it won't really last. Once more he'll be able to feel that kind of boring into the center of his back where it feels like someone is watching him. Turning about might reveal a few of the patrons or workers in the diner behind him still giving him a level of mean mugging through the glass or the windows! A random vehicle drives past, and it's almost as if Elias can feel the driver staring at him as it passes. The longer he stands out there, still - the more intense those feelings of flight or fight begin to scream at his nerve endings. Then, while out of sight, the sounds of some sort of commotion seem to be drifting out of the often open doorway of the Lodge across the street.
"Look guys, you got the wrong person." Elias offers out to the others as he seem to be gathering around as he makes his way over to his BMW. The Arcanist sets his mug of coffee which he walked out of the place with, glancing down at his watch for a moment, "Look at that. It is time to get going. Don't you guys have something better to do?"
With that thought in mind, comes others like who might be doing so or why, but the attendance of other folks beginning to trail out of the diner and the bar slash hotel on the other side of the street does put a damper on pursuing those questions right now. Without desiring to call for help with a potential mob, it seems like making for the car might be the best option for sure and as Elias does, that crowd does begin to slowly close in on him as if not quite yet certain as to the why of what they're doing themselves. Soon that seems to lose importance though, making it clear he's about to leave the crowd begins to become agitated .. and it's time for Elias to make his escape.
While clearly not an Olympic track star, Elias does run above average at least and that is exactly what he does. He makes a run for it for driver side of the car and gets ready to make a fast getaway.
Luckily for Elias, the crowd hasn't really begun busting out the torches and the pitchforks yet, so while he does feel some grabs at his clothing and several pounded fists against his car even as he's scrambling to close his door he manages to get into the vehicle without serious incident. Starting it up, the crowd doesn't seem to care enough to get out the way immediately, so the man will have to make an importance choice here - how far he's willing to gun it to get out of there. The more he waits, the more insistent those pounds on his car becomes, potentially threatning to start breaking glass and definitely adding some dents and scratches to the exterior of the BMW.
Opening the driver's side door, Elias tugs away from the grabs at his clothing and frowns when the people pound on his car. The dark haired man starts up the car and puts it into drive with no hesitation. Well, almost no hesitation. He revs the engine a few times and blows the horn. A fair warning, right? Regardless, it is more than enough as far as Elias is concerned and he takes his foot off his brake, letting his car jut forward through whomever might be standing in his way.
That's how you escape. Too busy worrying about the paint on his car (perhaps to distract himself from the soft thudding sounds of hitting a few bodies at low speeds) .. and then the jumble and bumble of the suspension when he's rolling over something a little uneven you know? But soon enough there's nothing but the lit streets and the open road in front of his windshield and he can safely get himself home. As if the average night of boredom wasn't enough, there's nothing like a little vehicular homicide as Elias may have run down pedestrians to their potential death in order to spice up the evening! Still, a block or two and he feels like he can relax. Long enough to get himself home and safely out of the public eye at any rate. Then he can start hunting down whoever's responsible!
OOC: Thank you for participating! The prompt was a little short and sweet on this one, but the other one was a bit convoluted and I wasn't sure how it would play! Feedback always welcome and let me know if you need a teleport anywhere!@