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Evans Odd Encounter Sr Loralia 250411
In the dim light of early dawn, Evan's peaceful morning is shattered when a mysterious figure breaks through his apartment window, causing a cascade of glass to rain into his contemporary living room. The intruder, desperate and pursued, carries a sparking, makeshift device that clearly indicates trouble. Evan, initially alarmed and protective, confronts the figure only to discover their feint and frantic demeanor. This stranger, a woman named Carrie, reveals her dire circumstances through her actions and urgent plea for refuge, trying to make a quick escape through Evan's apartment to avoid her pursuers. Despite the chaos, Evan's initial reaction shifts from hostility to curiosity, setting the stage for an unusual interaction.
As the story unfolds, Evan and Carrie engage in a negotiation that is both tense and oddly humorous. Evan demands compensation for the destruction and intrusion, while Carrie, with a mix of desperation and resourcefulness, offers a supposedly winning lottery ticket and promises of a favor. Skeptical yet entertained, Evan challenges Carrie's sincerity and capability, eventually leading to an unexpected camaraderie. Despite his initial reluctance, Evan allows Carrie to leave without further consequence, instructing her on how to exit the premises discreetly. Carrie's parting words suggest a promise of repayment for Evan's unexpected mercy, leaving an open end to their brief yet impactful encounter. Amidst the early morning chaos, Evan is left to ponder the bizarre event, doubting a future meeting in the red light district as Carrie suggests, yet strangely amused and affected by the encounter.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRLoralia):SRLoralia)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
In the contemporary, central, spacious living area of the apartment
The living area is a spacious, modern hub with polished concrete floors and
large western-facing windows that fill the space with light. A sleek, L-shaped
gray sectional faces a wall-mounted TV on the northern wall, with a minimalist
glass coffee table and geometric rug anchoring the seating area. The open-plan
includes a kitchen to the east. The main apartment entrance is angled to the
southeast, marked by a simple frameless door, while a hallway to the southwest
leads to the master bedroom. To the northeast, a door opens into the home gym
and dojo, and the guest bedroom is in the northwest. To the south is a door
to the bathroom. The walls are a warm orange tone with modern art, creating an
airy, functional atmosphere that balances style and comfort.
It is before dawn, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Evan has just gotten home from a short drive that went nowhere in particular, he's found himself back in the living room of his apartment, shoes off and set by the door, and he's sitting down on his couch - a glass of water in hand.
as dawn just starts to break through the horizon, a feint cloudcover can be glimpsed outside the apartment. It would be a relatively tranquil morning, if not for a feint shadow that briefly passes over the western windows, one of which explode in a shower of glass.
Evan immediately bolts up, glancing towards the western windows, standing immediately. "What the fuck?" he shouts, shocked by the suddenness that's just exploding the glass door two stories up and a balcony.
the figure is more clearly illuminated in the pre-dawn light. their features are hooded, but there's a certain tenseness to their shoulders, as they grip upon whatever handholds they can find. whether that's a windowsill, or protrusions from the building itself. it is immediately evident that they have no plan, no concern for the colateral damage, just an animal need to find shelter, a fact decided by a cobbled together device slung over their shoulder, which appears to be the reason for the whole in the window, while letting off arrent sparks.
Evan moves down the hallway towards the balcony, just a tad, watching for whatever the hell it is going on. To his southwest is a door, one that he stands before, almost protectively. Evan doesn't shout at the figure this time, seemingly content to let it pass by, climb away and disappear into the morning without so much as any intervention from Evan.
as rapidly as they can, the figure vaults into the apartment, the sparking device held out in front as a deterant. Their appearance can be best described as raggid, with the twitchy mannerisms of being under constant paranoia. They are shorter than an average adult, with strands of died pink and violet hair ocasionally breaking free from their hood. If there is a door to escape down the building without being caught by their pursuer, they will take that route without further getting in Evan's hair.
"Yo," Evan calls out to the figure, who's now decided to vault into his apartment. It was all fine and dandy until they're personally invading his home. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asks. "What the fuck are you carrying?"
the figure lets out a startled squeak, jurking the device towards Evan. up close, it is a cobbled together machine that at most can generate a strong electrical pulse, a fact which appears to be entirely irrelevent as with the last few sparks, it stops working all together. the figure glances firtively around, their eyes lingering on Evan, but always returning over their shoulder. when they speak, the voice is surprisingly high and feminine. "Look, we'll work something out, and you'll pretend you never saw me." she manages breathlessly. a pause. "You're not from the temple, are you?"
Evan watches that device a moment, a tad wary until it just seems to stop. He looks to the woman, snorting a bit, "Well," he says, "I'm not, no," he says. "But, what can you even offer me?" Evan asks with a lift of his eyebrows, staring daggers at the home invader. "Because you just broke it into my apartment, and smashed my window," he explains - casually. "So, if we're gonna work out a deal of some sort, I'm gonna need something good."
"I have just the thing!" the woman frantically rummages in her pocketss, before she slaps down a lottery ticket, talking rapidly. "It's a winning one, I promise!" a breath. "look, I'll owe you one, okay? Anything. Just ask for Carrie around the red light district."
"Right," Evan tells her, letting out a little bit of a amused chuckle. "You do not have a winning ticket," he tells her. "I'm not that stupid." Lifting a hand, Evan runs a hand over his face for just a brief moment. "That's not really how this works either," he explains to her, "You're gonna break my window, offer me a fake deal, and then tell you me owe me something, and then I have to go find you in the red light district?" Evan shakes his head. "You can then just pretend you don't know me, and then not give me anything."
"Fine!" the woman grumbles, letting her useless device drop to the floor. the lottery ticket is left there, but there's an almost manic intensity as she regards Evan from beneath her hood. "Name your price." she finally says, reluctantly.
Evan actually laughs at this, shrugging at her. "Gonna be honest, I didn't actually think this far ahead," he looks her over. "Got any money on you?"
despite the urgency of the situation, the woman peaks out from her hood just long enough to flash a smirk at Evan, momentarily revealing a glimpse of wide set green eyes, and delicate elfen features. "I knew breaking into that temple warehouse was a bad idea." she grumbles as she rummages in her pockets. "Didn't even find good loot. ah ha!" she opens her hands, to reveal a sad assortment of a few coins, and 2 crumpled 20s.
Evan looks at her, "Huh," he says to her. "Nah, you know what," he says, "That's just kinda sad," he admits to her. "You got a device that stopped working, and a sad amount of money.. you're not even that good of a thief.." he comments, and then steps to a side of the hallway. "I'm just kinda fucking with you," he explains now, leaning against the wall. "You're free to go." Lifting a hand, he gestures to the southeast of the living room apartment. "You just go out there, and then down - there'll be a gate, but it shouldn't be hard to open, and then I'm sure you can figure it out from there, yeah?" Evan nods to the broken device on the ground. "Just bring that with you, I don't want to clean up my glass, and your trash."
"Thanks! I'll still owe ya one!" the woman, Carrie calls out, scooping her device from the floor, before she turns for the indicated door. She does however note the commaent about not being a good thief. "Maybe you can teach me some tricks!" with that, she disappears out the door, the patter of rushed footsteps aiming for the gate.
Evan snorts a bit as he watches Carrie disappear. "I'm never gonna see her again," he replies with a chuckle. "Red light district my ass."
As the story unfolds, Evan and Carrie engage in a negotiation that is both tense and oddly humorous. Evan demands compensation for the destruction and intrusion, while Carrie, with a mix of desperation and resourcefulness, offers a supposedly winning lottery ticket and promises of a favor. Skeptical yet entertained, Evan challenges Carrie's sincerity and capability, eventually leading to an unexpected camaraderie. Despite his initial reluctance, Evan allows Carrie to leave without further consequence, instructing her on how to exit the premises discreetly. Carrie's parting words suggest a promise of repayment for Evan's unexpected mercy, leaving an open end to their brief yet impactful encounter. Amidst the early morning chaos, Evan is left to ponder the bizarre event, doubting a future meeting in the red light district as Carrie suggests, yet strangely amused and affected by the encounter.
(Evan's odd encounter(SRLoralia):SRLoralia)
[Thu Apr 10 2025]
In the contemporary, central, spacious living area of the apartment
The living area is a spacious, modern hub with polished concrete floors and
large western-facing windows that fill the space with light. A sleek, L-shaped
gray sectional faces a wall-mounted TV on the northern wall, with a minimalist
glass coffee table and geometric rug anchoring the seating area. The open-plan
includes a kitchen to the east. The main apartment entrance is angled to the
southeast, marked by a simple frameless door, while a hallway to the southwest
leads to the master bedroom. To the northeast, a door opens into the home gym
and dojo, and the guest bedroom is in the northwest. To the south is a door
to the bathroom. The walls are a warm orange tone with modern art, creating an
airy, functional atmosphere that balances style and comfort.
It is before dawn, about 40F(4C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
)
Evan has just gotten home from a short drive that went nowhere in particular, he's found himself back in the living room of his apartment, shoes off and set by the door, and he's sitting down on his couch - a glass of water in hand.
as dawn just starts to break through the horizon, a feint cloudcover can be glimpsed outside the apartment. It would be a relatively tranquil morning, if not for a feint shadow that briefly passes over the western windows, one of which explode in a shower of glass.
Evan immediately bolts up, glancing towards the western windows, standing immediately. "What the fuck?" he shouts, shocked by the suddenness that's just exploding the glass door two stories up and a balcony.
the figure is more clearly illuminated in the pre-dawn light. their features are hooded, but there's a certain tenseness to their shoulders, as they grip upon whatever handholds they can find. whether that's a windowsill, or protrusions from the building itself. it is immediately evident that they have no plan, no concern for the colateral damage, just an animal need to find shelter, a fact decided by a cobbled together device slung over their shoulder, which appears to be the reason for the whole in the window, while letting off arrent sparks.
Evan moves down the hallway towards the balcony, just a tad, watching for whatever the hell it is going on. To his southwest is a door, one that he stands before, almost protectively. Evan doesn't shout at the figure this time, seemingly content to let it pass by, climb away and disappear into the morning without so much as any intervention from Evan.
as rapidly as they can, the figure vaults into the apartment, the sparking device held out in front as a deterant. Their appearance can be best described as raggid, with the twitchy mannerisms of being under constant paranoia. They are shorter than an average adult, with strands of died pink and violet hair ocasionally breaking free from their hood. If there is a door to escape down the building without being caught by their pursuer, they will take that route without further getting in Evan's hair.
"Yo," Evan calls out to the figure, who's now decided to vault into his apartment. It was all fine and dandy until they're personally invading his home. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asks. "What the fuck are you carrying?"
the figure lets out a startled squeak, jurking the device towards Evan. up close, it is a cobbled together machine that at most can generate a strong electrical pulse, a fact which appears to be entirely irrelevent as with the last few sparks, it stops working all together. the figure glances firtively around, their eyes lingering on Evan, but always returning over their shoulder. when they speak, the voice is surprisingly high and feminine. "Look, we'll work something out, and you'll pretend you never saw me." she manages breathlessly. a pause. "You're not from the temple, are you?"
Evan watches that device a moment, a tad wary until it just seems to stop. He looks to the woman, snorting a bit, "Well," he says, "I'm not, no," he says. "But, what can you even offer me?" Evan asks with a lift of his eyebrows, staring daggers at the home invader. "Because you just broke it into my apartment, and smashed my window," he explains - casually. "So, if we're gonna work out a deal of some sort, I'm gonna need something good."
"I have just the thing!" the woman frantically rummages in her pocketss, before she slaps down a lottery ticket, talking rapidly. "It's a winning one, I promise!" a breath. "look, I'll owe you one, okay? Anything. Just ask for Carrie around the red light district."
"Right," Evan tells her, letting out a little bit of a amused chuckle. "You do not have a winning ticket," he tells her. "I'm not that stupid." Lifting a hand, Evan runs a hand over his face for just a brief moment. "That's not really how this works either," he explains to her, "You're gonna break my window, offer me a fake deal, and then tell you me owe me something, and then I have to go find you in the red light district?" Evan shakes his head. "You can then just pretend you don't know me, and then not give me anything."
"Fine!" the woman grumbles, letting her useless device drop to the floor. the lottery ticket is left there, but there's an almost manic intensity as she regards Evan from beneath her hood. "Name your price." she finally says, reluctantly.
Evan actually laughs at this, shrugging at her. "Gonna be honest, I didn't actually think this far ahead," he looks her over. "Got any money on you?"
despite the urgency of the situation, the woman peaks out from her hood just long enough to flash a smirk at Evan, momentarily revealing a glimpse of wide set green eyes, and delicate elfen features. "I knew breaking into that temple warehouse was a bad idea." she grumbles as she rummages in her pockets. "Didn't even find good loot. ah ha!" she opens her hands, to reveal a sad assortment of a few coins, and 2 crumpled 20s.
Evan looks at her, "Huh," he says to her. "Nah, you know what," he says, "That's just kinda sad," he admits to her. "You got a device that stopped working, and a sad amount of money.. you're not even that good of a thief.." he comments, and then steps to a side of the hallway. "I'm just kinda fucking with you," he explains now, leaning against the wall. "You're free to go." Lifting a hand, he gestures to the southeast of the living room apartment. "You just go out there, and then down - there'll be a gate, but it shouldn't be hard to open, and then I'm sure you can figure it out from there, yeah?" Evan nods to the broken device on the ground. "Just bring that with you, I don't want to clean up my glass, and your trash."
"Thanks! I'll still owe ya one!" the woman, Carrie calls out, scooping her device from the floor, before she turns for the indicated door. She does however note the commaent about not being a good thief. "Maybe you can teach me some tricks!" with that, she disappears out the door, the patter of rushed footsteps aiming for the gate.
Evan snorts a bit as he watches Carrie disappear. "I'm never gonna see her again," he replies with a chuckle. "Red light district my ass."