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Sams Odd Encounter Sr Savannah 250213
In the serene yet peculiar ambiance of The Trove Barcade, a tavern bedecked with nautical memorabilia and vintage arcade machines, Sam encounters a distressed woman whose entrance disturbs the place's usual tranquility. Her demeanor is frantic; she's visibly shaken, her words lost in a babble of fear, pointing outside as if the source of her terror lurked just beyond the doorway. Sam, maintaining a demeanor that's simultaneously calm and alert, approaches her, carefully scanning for any signs that might reveal her familiarity with the supernatural - a realm evidently colliding with the present circumstance. As he offers her a drink, an attempt to ease her into sharing her frightful experience, it's clear she's bereft of any signs that typically denote an acquaintance with the otherworldly. Her terror, raw and undefiled by knowledge of the arcane, spills over in broken sentences and trembles.
Sam's engagement with the woman shifts from cautious to empathetically urgent as he places a glass of whiskey before her, a subtle gesture to quell her panic with the warmth of both the drink and his concern. As the woman finally articulates her encounter - a man morphing into an unthinkable, howling entity - her distress permeates the space, momentarily linking the ordinary and the supernatural realms within the bar's walls. Sam finds himself in a critical role, not just as a bartender but as a gatekeeper of sorts, positioned between the everyday patrons of The Trove Barcade and the unfathomable realities that the distressed woman unwittingly stumbled upon. The story leaves us at this juncture, with Sam poised to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining the secrecy of the supernatural while offering solace to those accidentally ensnared by its mysteries.
(Sam's odd encounter(SRSavannah):SRSavannah)
[Wed Feb 12 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is dusk, about 18F(-7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
A normal night in Haven for Sam, returning from the Gym and heading to work his shift. Haven has a penchant for making things not normal, though, and soon the doors open and someone is babbling to themselves and backing in through the doorway. They're pointing, muttering, incoherent at first with a look of panic on their faces, hand lifted up, gesturing outside and hyperventilating. The woman looks distraught, disheveled, hair a mess, clothing all rumpled.
A pause, and Sam walks around the bar, and smiling, he walks over to the woman. He ticks a nod to the bartender, who quickly makes himself scarce, going on the usual 'no questions asked' paid break.
"Hey, what's up? You look like you need a drink, yeh?" His voice is soft, and non-threatening, though his eyes make a quick pass over the woman, making a quick check of the usuals: Aura, symbols, perhaps signs of the supernatural. Just to be sure.
The woman doesn't have any symbols that indicate she is in the know, no society symbols, nothing showing the arcane or anything supernatural. She simply looks distraught, turning towards Sam when the man speaks to her, she stammers out, "I saw, I saw... I saw..." She lifts her hand, fingers trembling, gesturing back towards the doorway as she staggers her way towards the bar itself to lean into it, trying to support herself as she looks towards Sam, her eyes showing fear, shock.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's all right, yeh?" Sam quickly makes his way to the bar, eyes darting quickly to make sure no-one is too close in ear-shot. He puts a glass of whiskey in front of the woman, smiling still. He exhales a soft sigh, one of worry perhaps. A hand goes up to his sunglasses, pulling them off in the same movement he grabs that dingy dishcloth with, starting to wipe down the bar before the woman. "Calm down. What happened?"
That woman leans heavily into the bartop now, pressing her elbows upon it and sinking her hands into her face. She lets out a sound of fright, stress, anxiety. She rubs at her face, making soft sobbing sounds, her shoulders rising and falling over the course of them. She finally rubs at her eyes and looks up towards Sam, taking in some of his calm at least to try and calm herself, "I saw something... it was... it howled and it chased me and... it was real. I saw it with my own eyes, a man... turned into..." Then she is back to making those pitiful sounds of fright.
Sam's engagement with the woman shifts from cautious to empathetically urgent as he places a glass of whiskey before her, a subtle gesture to quell her panic with the warmth of both the drink and his concern. As the woman finally articulates her encounter - a man morphing into an unthinkable, howling entity - her distress permeates the space, momentarily linking the ordinary and the supernatural realms within the bar's walls. Sam finds himself in a critical role, not just as a bartender but as a gatekeeper of sorts, positioned between the everyday patrons of The Trove Barcade and the unfathomable realities that the distressed woman unwittingly stumbled upon. The story leaves us at this juncture, with Sam poised to navigate the delicate balance of maintaining the secrecy of the supernatural while offering solace to those accidentally ensnared by its mysteries.
(Sam's odd encounter(SRSavannah):SRSavannah)
[Wed Feb 12 2025]
At The Trove Barcade
This room is dominated by a sprawling, weathered bar. The bar's surface, polished to a high sheen, is inlaid with a mosaic of colorful sea glass, glinting in the dim, lantern-like lighting.
The walls, painted a deep, oceanic blue, are adorned with an eclectic assortment of nautical paraphernalia. Aged maps, and faded flags are interspersed with vintage arcade game marquees. The ceiling, draped with tattered sails and thick, knotted ropes, gives the impression of being below deck on a ship.
In the corners of the room, clusters of arcade games flicker and beep, their colorful screens casting a kaleidoscope of light onto the wooden floorboards. The air is filled with the clatter of pinball machines, the electronic melodies of video games, and the occasional thud of an axe hitting its target.
Behind the bar, a vast array of bottles is displayed, their contents ranging from craft beers to exotic rums. The bartenders, dressed in pirate garb, deftly mix cocktails, their movements punctuated by the clink of glass and the hiss of a freshly opened beer.
North/South: Restrooms
Northeast: Games
East: Axe Throwing
Southeast: Competitive Games
Down: Laser Tag
It is dusk, about 18F(-7C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey clouds in the sky.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
A normal night in Haven for Sam, returning from the Gym and heading to work his shift. Haven has a penchant for making things not normal, though, and soon the doors open and someone is babbling to themselves and backing in through the doorway. They're pointing, muttering, incoherent at first with a look of panic on their faces, hand lifted up, gesturing outside and hyperventilating. The woman looks distraught, disheveled, hair a mess, clothing all rumpled.
A pause, and Sam walks around the bar, and smiling, he walks over to the woman. He ticks a nod to the bartender, who quickly makes himself scarce, going on the usual 'no questions asked' paid break.
"Hey, what's up? You look like you need a drink, yeh?" His voice is soft, and non-threatening, though his eyes make a quick pass over the woman, making a quick check of the usuals: Aura, symbols, perhaps signs of the supernatural. Just to be sure.
The woman doesn't have any symbols that indicate she is in the know, no society symbols, nothing showing the arcane or anything supernatural. She simply looks distraught, turning towards Sam when the man speaks to her, she stammers out, "I saw, I saw... I saw..." She lifts her hand, fingers trembling, gesturing back towards the doorway as she staggers her way towards the bar itself to lean into it, trying to support herself as she looks towards Sam, her eyes showing fear, shock.
"Hey, hey, hey, it's all right, yeh?" Sam quickly makes his way to the bar, eyes darting quickly to make sure no-one is too close in ear-shot. He puts a glass of whiskey in front of the woman, smiling still. He exhales a soft sigh, one of worry perhaps. A hand goes up to his sunglasses, pulling them off in the same movement he grabs that dingy dishcloth with, starting to wipe down the bar before the woman. "Calm down. What happened?"
That woman leans heavily into the bartop now, pressing her elbows upon it and sinking her hands into her face. She lets out a sound of fright, stress, anxiety. She rubs at her face, making soft sobbing sounds, her shoulders rising and falling over the course of them. She finally rubs at her eyes and looks up towards Sam, taking in some of his calm at least to try and calm herself, "I saw something... it was... it howled and it chased me and... it was real. I saw it with my own eyes, a man... turned into..." Then she is back to making those pitiful sounds of fright.