Encounterlogs
Fayads Odd Encounter Sr Isabelle 240828
In the bustling atmosphere of the Lodge, amidst a crowd seeking refuge from their fears under the sanctuary spell, Fayad finds himself in an unfortunate encounter. A towering man, adorned with tattoos, bumps into Fayad, causing the spilling of his Pepsi. This minor incident quickly escalates as a uniformed officer approaches Fayad with a squint of recognition, questioning him about his actions on the previous night. Despite Fayad's attempt to elucidate his innocence, the officer mistakenly jots down a note implicating Fayad in fraudulent activities. The situation worsens as the officer, clinging to a baseless warrant, accuses Fayad of harassing the homeless—a claim outrightly denied by Fayad, who insists on his alibi of being at home, supported by two others' testimonies.
The plot thickens as the officer, unmoved by Fayad's explanations, attempts to arrest him for allegations further inflated to stalking and abusing diners. In an audacious move, Fayad questions the officer's proximity to retirement, triggering the officer to threaten with a taser. Seizing the moment, Fayad ducks into the crowd, instigating a chase that culminates in the officer's tumble and Fayad's sharp exit from the Lodge. Fayad's desperate sprint to his van is momentarily thwarted by a gunshot from the officer, shattering a side mirror. However, relying on the protective sanctity of the sanctuary spell and his swift reaction, Fayad escapes in his van, leaving behind chaos and a devastated officer. This harrowing experience leaves Fayad with a damaged vehicle and a story of narrow escape, underscored by the absurdity and peril of the night's events.
(Fayad's odd encounter(SRIsabelle):SRIsabelle)
[Wed Aug 14 2024]
In the entrance to the Lodge
A sturdy building made from old hardwood provides food and shelter for
visitors and locals alike. The exterior walls are well sealed logs while
the floors are reddish wooden panels that can be found throughout the
structure. Heavy beams crisscross overhead supporting lanterns that hang
low and provide light to the entrance. A twelve point stag's head is
mounted above the main doors.
An overhang shelters the front entrance from the elements and turns to cover
the otherwise open porch that branches to the west and northeast and wraps
along the building. Both the porch itself and the building are slightly
raised above ground level.
It is after dusk, about 91F(32C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone has sent the state police after your target. Perhaps they're a real criminal or perhaps they've been framed, in either case it's up to them to get their arrest warrant handled and removed.
)
Fayad has been hiding out in the Lodge, taking advantage of free refills on Pepsi, paranoid about the Sanctuary spell falling thanks to the erronous report of his scouts.
It seems like Fayad isn't the only one, as the Lodge is positively thumping with folks this fine evening. All sorts of people who would usually be squirreled away behind locked and shielded doors are out tonight, milling and chilling within the protective magics of the Lodge.
It is the way of it though, isn't it? All it takes to test the courage of these big scary supernaturals is the slightest hint of a threat, and then so many of them scurry away like cockroaches revealed by a flashlight. One of these fellows, big and tall, and covered in tattoos, even bumps into poor Fayad, causing his drink to spill.
Fayad groans in aggravation. "My pepsi!", he plaintively murmurs, his deference to corporations not strong enough to cause him to capitalize the brand name. He shies away from actively confronting the big man, though, having learned his lesson from all the other ones that have beaten him up lately.
The Pepsi, with a capital 'P', falls to the ground, spilling it's subpar soda across the floor in much the same manner that Fayad himself has been knocked about in the past. Perhaps he too is a vessel for bad soda.
This might not be the time or the place to consider it, however, as soon enough the mild display has drawn the attention of a uniformed officer, who wanders over closer to Fayad with a squint. It's the sort of squint that you don't typically want directed at you by a member of the law. The sort that says, 'hey, I think I know you'.
Fayad has gotten up and is at the self-serve soda machine, acquiring another refill after wiping off the dirt from the glass with a provided napkin. He stares upwards at the cop, and refuses to be intimidated. Or at least he would if the officer wasn't so much taller than him. "Uh, can I help you?", he murmurs.
"..Did you really just pick that back up?" Whatever reason that the officer has wandered over toward Fayad is put on the back burner for the moment as their lips peel back in disgust. "That is gross, fella. You can't wipe germs off that easily." He's an older sort, with a belly, and a bunch of scraggly facial hair. You can imagine it, surely. Someone who has aged out of their peak while in the force, and continues to scrape a living through legacy alone. "Fayad.." There's a pause, and a wrinkling about the eyes as they try to remember his surname, "..Almundyque, yeah?"
Fayad retorts, "I'm not drinking off the OUTSIDE of it," before he shakes his head, correcting his pronunciation. "Al-munaqadh. If this is about the 'money laundering' at Great News, I already had that cleared. I've given my entire funding sheet and it's completely clean - I barely make any profit at all, let alone launder anything."
There's a long, pregnant pause at Fayad's response, and the mention of the money laundering. This thought seems to trouble the older officer, as his brows get all squishy and furrowed. He pulls out a rarely used notebad, and starts to scribble upon it, in full view of Fayad.
'Suspect admits to history of fraud and money launder at news place.'
This is a very good and accurate note.
"It isn't about that, pal." They assure Fayad then, looking back up at him with that lingering squint. "Where were you on the evening of the.. thirteenth?"
Fayad prompts him, "The thirteenth of August?...Yesterday?"
The Officer pauses, glances at their phone, and then takes another note.
'the suspect knows when yesterday was.'
They look back up at Fayad then, and nods, "Yeah, that'd be the one, buddy. Where were you then?"
Fayad blinks slowly at him. "I was at home, sleeping.", he informs the police officer. "As one does during the evening."
"Mhmm. Mhm." There's a low rumble in the back of the other man's throat, before they're jostled by another pepsi-spilling punk. Thankfully he isn't carrying any soda. His focus remains upon Fayad, "You weren't hanging around by the diner?" The Officer double-checks with a testing tone, as if he were ready to spring a trap upon a cheese-addicted mouse.
Fayad shakes his head. "No. Rosie's Diner is a place I do not generally patronize," he informs the officer, genuinely. He'd gone on a rant to Novel the other day about 'fuck Hand-aligned businesses'. It's hard to keep track, but he thinks Rosie's is one... "Or did you mean some other diner?"
The Officer didn't mean the other one, but he responds with a sharp, "Sure," as if this would help his case. He pushes against the inside of a cheek with his tongue while considering Fayad further, "Thing is, buddy, Fayad. Fuddy. I've got a warrant here saying that you were harassing some homeless people."
Fayad responds with outrage. "Harassing the homeless? My entire non-profit is built about HELPING the homeless. What the hell kind of warrant...do you have any papers?", he inquires, real curious to read what he's being accused of.
"Keep your voice /down/, sir!" Was Fayad even yelling? Does it matter? The Officer starts reaching for the taser on his hip as a small space begins to carve out of the crowd around the pair of them. He presses at the radio buttoned to his chest, and mutters into it, "Might need some back up down at the lodge from the local deputies. Stand by."
With that done he shakes his head toward Fayad, "We have an eyewitness who mentioned a man matching your description was doing as much. Can you provide any sort of alibi for your apparent location?"
Fayad considers this for a long moment. "Yeah. I have two people who can vouch for my location," he comments. "I was at home, and that's it."
"A likely story." The officer responds back, before shifting to write on his notepad once last time.
'suspect has two people willing to lie for him'
"Alright, I think we've gotten everything we need. A foreign man stalking about the diner with a terrible haircut, trying to lure people, and abuse them." He double-checks his other notes, and peers back up at Fayad, "Turn around, and put your hands behind your back."
Fayad rolls his eyes excessively. "How far are you from retirement?", he suddenly inquires.
There's a pause following Fayad's comment, and the officer tucks away their notepad in order to reach for their taser instead, "That's verbal abuse, and that's against the law!" He claims, while moving closer and trying to assault Fayad
Fayad stares at the incompetent in disbelief. He uses his height to his advantage as he attempts to duck into the crowd and have the policeman stumble into some of the very large and very cooped up supernaturals also taking refuge in the Lodge. Maybe a bar fight would start...
"..Hey!" What disbelief floods through the man's words as Fayad dares to disrespect his authority. The little fellow flees, and the larger officer gives chase, and stumbles right into that very same pepsi-spilling supernatural man. It's like he'd run into a bar of iron, bouncing off of him and stumbling onto the floor. "Get that man! He's a creep!" The officer yells out, "A creeper of women!" He adds.
Fayad may just feel too many eyes falling upon him as he flees!
Fayad doesn't really give a shit about that! He needs to get the hell out of there! It's not like anyone supernatural gives a crap about that - half of them are real murderous predators anyway!
It's true! Most of them probably are! That doesn't stop a few elbows, legs and hands from swinging, clawing and attempting to trip the poor man as he flees from what are (likely) false accusations! Yet, salvation is so very close! The exit of the lodge is coming up quickly!
Fayad just needs to get to his van! His keys are right in his hand, aimed to slam into the ignition and get the fuck out of here! Police jurisdiction doesn't extend to wizard towers in the woods!
He's a man with a plan, and a van, and a plan to get to the van! Right as Fayad reaches his escape vector, the sound of a gunshot rings out! The Officer has managed to get out and into the street, and has opened fire upon him. There's the shattering sound of glass as one of his side mirrors gets blasted away! "Stop right there criminal scum!" The gun-wielding officer yells.
Fayad boggles. He can't fucking do that! What the hell cop in Haven has a gun?! What's he gonna do with a gun? Sanctuary protects him. He trusts in the power of the spell as he j-j-j-j-jams it in and speeds off with a squeal of his tires.
"Come back!" The officer yells vainly toward the disappearing sight of the van, before falling to his knees, and crying up at the heavens. This is all very dramatic, and no doubt ends up posted on HavenTok in the near future. Fayad, on the other hand? Having chosen to flee rather than fight? Manages to get away largely unharmed, with only splashes of pepsi on his shoes and a broken side mirror to serve as reminders of his exciting evening.
The plot thickens as the officer, unmoved by Fayad's explanations, attempts to arrest him for allegations further inflated to stalking and abusing diners. In an audacious move, Fayad questions the officer's proximity to retirement, triggering the officer to threaten with a taser. Seizing the moment, Fayad ducks into the crowd, instigating a chase that culminates in the officer's tumble and Fayad's sharp exit from the Lodge. Fayad's desperate sprint to his van is momentarily thwarted by a gunshot from the officer, shattering a side mirror. However, relying on the protective sanctity of the sanctuary spell and his swift reaction, Fayad escapes in his van, leaving behind chaos and a devastated officer. This harrowing experience leaves Fayad with a damaged vehicle and a story of narrow escape, underscored by the absurdity and peril of the night's events.
(Fayad's odd encounter(SRIsabelle):SRIsabelle)
[Wed Aug 14 2024]
In the entrance to the Lodge
A sturdy building made from old hardwood provides food and shelter for
visitors and locals alike. The exterior walls are well sealed logs while
the floors are reddish wooden panels that can be found throughout the
structure. Heavy beams crisscross overhead supporting lanterns that hang
low and provide light to the entrance. A twelve point stag's head is
mounted above the main doors.
An overhang shelters the front entrance from the elements and turns to cover
the otherwise open porch that branches to the west and northeast and wraps
along the building. Both the porch itself and the building are slightly
raised above ground level.
It is after dusk, about 91F(32C) degrees, There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Someone has sent the state police after your target. Perhaps they're a real criminal or perhaps they've been framed, in either case it's up to them to get their arrest warrant handled and removed.
)
Fayad has been hiding out in the Lodge, taking advantage of free refills on Pepsi, paranoid about the Sanctuary spell falling thanks to the erronous report of his scouts.
It seems like Fayad isn't the only one, as the Lodge is positively thumping with folks this fine evening. All sorts of people who would usually be squirreled away behind locked and shielded doors are out tonight, milling and chilling within the protective magics of the Lodge.
It is the way of it though, isn't it? All it takes to test the courage of these big scary supernaturals is the slightest hint of a threat, and then so many of them scurry away like cockroaches revealed by a flashlight. One of these fellows, big and tall, and covered in tattoos, even bumps into poor Fayad, causing his drink to spill.
Fayad groans in aggravation. "My pepsi!", he plaintively murmurs, his deference to corporations not strong enough to cause him to capitalize the brand name. He shies away from actively confronting the big man, though, having learned his lesson from all the other ones that have beaten him up lately.
The Pepsi, with a capital 'P', falls to the ground, spilling it's subpar soda across the floor in much the same manner that Fayad himself has been knocked about in the past. Perhaps he too is a vessel for bad soda.
This might not be the time or the place to consider it, however, as soon enough the mild display has drawn the attention of a uniformed officer, who wanders over closer to Fayad with a squint. It's the sort of squint that you don't typically want directed at you by a member of the law. The sort that says, 'hey, I think I know you'.
Fayad has gotten up and is at the self-serve soda machine, acquiring another refill after wiping off the dirt from the glass with a provided napkin. He stares upwards at the cop, and refuses to be intimidated. Or at least he would if the officer wasn't so much taller than him. "Uh, can I help you?", he murmurs.
"..Did you really just pick that back up?" Whatever reason that the officer has wandered over toward Fayad is put on the back burner for the moment as their lips peel back in disgust. "That is gross, fella. You can't wipe germs off that easily." He's an older sort, with a belly, and a bunch of scraggly facial hair. You can imagine it, surely. Someone who has aged out of their peak while in the force, and continues to scrape a living through legacy alone. "Fayad.." There's a pause, and a wrinkling about the eyes as they try to remember his surname, "..Almundyque, yeah?"
Fayad retorts, "I'm not drinking off the OUTSIDE of it," before he shakes his head, correcting his pronunciation. "Al-munaqadh. If this is about the 'money laundering' at Great News, I already had that cleared. I've given my entire funding sheet and it's completely clean - I barely make any profit at all, let alone launder anything."
There's a long, pregnant pause at Fayad's response, and the mention of the money laundering. This thought seems to trouble the older officer, as his brows get all squishy and furrowed. He pulls out a rarely used notebad, and starts to scribble upon it, in full view of Fayad.
'Suspect admits to history of fraud and money launder at news place.'
This is a very good and accurate note.
"It isn't about that, pal." They assure Fayad then, looking back up at him with that lingering squint. "Where were you on the evening of the.. thirteenth?"
Fayad prompts him, "The thirteenth of August?...Yesterday?"
The Officer pauses, glances at their phone, and then takes another note.
'the suspect knows when yesterday was.'
They look back up at Fayad then, and nods, "Yeah, that'd be the one, buddy. Where were you then?"
Fayad blinks slowly at him. "I was at home, sleeping.", he informs the police officer. "As one does during the evening."
"Mhmm. Mhm." There's a low rumble in the back of the other man's throat, before they're jostled by another pepsi-spilling punk. Thankfully he isn't carrying any soda. His focus remains upon Fayad, "You weren't hanging around by the diner?" The Officer double-checks with a testing tone, as if he were ready to spring a trap upon a cheese-addicted mouse.
Fayad shakes his head. "No. Rosie's Diner is a place I do not generally patronize," he informs the officer, genuinely. He'd gone on a rant to Novel the other day about 'fuck Hand-aligned businesses'. It's hard to keep track, but he thinks Rosie's is one... "Or did you mean some other diner?"
The Officer didn't mean the other one, but he responds with a sharp, "Sure," as if this would help his case. He pushes against the inside of a cheek with his tongue while considering Fayad further, "Thing is, buddy, Fayad. Fuddy. I've got a warrant here saying that you were harassing some homeless people."
Fayad responds with outrage. "Harassing the homeless? My entire non-profit is built about HELPING the homeless. What the hell kind of warrant...do you have any papers?", he inquires, real curious to read what he's being accused of.
"Keep your voice /down/, sir!" Was Fayad even yelling? Does it matter? The Officer starts reaching for the taser on his hip as a small space begins to carve out of the crowd around the pair of them. He presses at the radio buttoned to his chest, and mutters into it, "Might need some back up down at the lodge from the local deputies. Stand by."
With that done he shakes his head toward Fayad, "We have an eyewitness who mentioned a man matching your description was doing as much. Can you provide any sort of alibi for your apparent location?"
Fayad considers this for a long moment. "Yeah. I have two people who can vouch for my location," he comments. "I was at home, and that's it."
"A likely story." The officer responds back, before shifting to write on his notepad once last time.
'suspect has two people willing to lie for him'
"Alright, I think we've gotten everything we need. A foreign man stalking about the diner with a terrible haircut, trying to lure people, and abuse them." He double-checks his other notes, and peers back up at Fayad, "Turn around, and put your hands behind your back."
Fayad rolls his eyes excessively. "How far are you from retirement?", he suddenly inquires.
There's a pause following Fayad's comment, and the officer tucks away their notepad in order to reach for their taser instead, "That's verbal abuse, and that's against the law!" He claims, while moving closer and trying to assault Fayad
Fayad stares at the incompetent in disbelief. He uses his height to his advantage as he attempts to duck into the crowd and have the policeman stumble into some of the very large and very cooped up supernaturals also taking refuge in the Lodge. Maybe a bar fight would start...
"..Hey!" What disbelief floods through the man's words as Fayad dares to disrespect his authority. The little fellow flees, and the larger officer gives chase, and stumbles right into that very same pepsi-spilling supernatural man. It's like he'd run into a bar of iron, bouncing off of him and stumbling onto the floor. "Get that man! He's a creep!" The officer yells out, "A creeper of women!" He adds.
Fayad may just feel too many eyes falling upon him as he flees!
Fayad doesn't really give a shit about that! He needs to get the hell out of there! It's not like anyone supernatural gives a crap about that - half of them are real murderous predators anyway!
It's true! Most of them probably are! That doesn't stop a few elbows, legs and hands from swinging, clawing and attempting to trip the poor man as he flees from what are (likely) false accusations! Yet, salvation is so very close! The exit of the lodge is coming up quickly!
Fayad just needs to get to his van! His keys are right in his hand, aimed to slam into the ignition and get the fuck out of here! Police jurisdiction doesn't extend to wizard towers in the woods!
He's a man with a plan, and a van, and a plan to get to the van! Right as Fayad reaches his escape vector, the sound of a gunshot rings out! The Officer has managed to get out and into the street, and has opened fire upon him. There's the shattering sound of glass as one of his side mirrors gets blasted away! "Stop right there criminal scum!" The gun-wielding officer yells.
Fayad boggles. He can't fucking do that! What the hell cop in Haven has a gun?! What's he gonna do with a gun? Sanctuary protects him. He trusts in the power of the spell as he j-j-j-j-jams it in and speeds off with a squeal of his tires.
"Come back!" The officer yells vainly toward the disappearing sight of the van, before falling to his knees, and crying up at the heavens. This is all very dramatic, and no doubt ends up posted on HavenTok in the near future. Fayad, on the other hand? Having chosen to flee rather than fight? Manages to get away largely unharmed, with only splashes of pepsi on his shoes and a broken side mirror to serve as reminders of his exciting evening.