Patrollogs
(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Thu Dec 28 2023]
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 about 50F(10C) degrees.
Tabitha peels the paper from the straw, preparing to blow the paper out at the soda jerk when there is something on the floor that catches her attention. She hops up from the seat and wanders over to the edge of the counter where a rather plain, on initial look, bracelet lays. Scooping it up, she says, "Someone's left their bracelet. I should go see if I can catch them." The bracelet goes into her pocket, however. "I wouldn't say a locked door is just a suggestion. But it's a good one." She begins to walk to the exit, giving Edwin a side glance. "Night, Harry." She scrunches up her nose at him.
"At least I would be a pretty butterfly." Tabitha supposes, giving Autumn a few nods. "You too, Autumn."
Casey hustles on through, tugging her sweater down a little more, her jacket zipped up, and hood tugged over her head. "Brrrrr," she says. "Those things are everywhere...!" she says. "It's like I said, this place is like a supernatural nexus."
Tabitha pulls the wooden bracelet out from her pocket, thumb caressing over it, likely to seek any hidden runes and symbols. "Thanks, Ed... I know better to pick these things up. But yet I do... Call it the moth in me, rather than the butterfly." And it is then that there is a flash of fiery red that burns along the wood to reveal the symbols she'd hoped to find. She wiggles the bracelet at Casey. "It is. I am like a lightening rod for them. Maybe it is trying to tell me something..."
"A moth, and this is the bug zapper in the sky," Casey says, her eyes visibly brightening as she sees, "Carter!" Casey just about coos, "Welcome welcome, Cinnabon Coattails!" Casey just about gushes, "Look what we found! Think it'll try to kill us all?" Casey asks.
"Cold?" Edwin asks of Casey. He rubs his hands together and looks to Tabitha. "What do you need me to do?" He makes a face as Tabitha mentions the number of dangerous items she finds. "Lightning rod or someone really had it out for you."
Carter blinks, looking over to Tabitha as he walks hastily after her. "That bracelet. Bad vibes.", he states, pointing simply, before he just -looks- at Casey for a moment, before snorting a bit. "Um.. Hope not.", he offers with a cheeky little smile, though his expression becomes somewhat more serious as he regards that bracelet.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Forever cold. This place is a frozen wasteland, and I just hope not to die," Casey says. "But if I do, thaw me out in... aaaaaaaa it's getting worse, helllllllppp...." Casey says, crossing her eyes as she burrows deeper into her coat. "It's in my bones stop the wind can't we d o this inside Tabbbbbbbby...." she was whining.
Carter blinks, and draws his coat close to himself. "Fuck me. It's -already- Winter. I don't need it any colder.", he says in a chilled manner, rubbing at his elbows, before he slips around to his bag, pulling out an athame.
"Insiiiiide I don't care if we set the place on fire," Casey says, glancing to Carter. She stops herself from lunging towards any of the men for heat, but instead lunges towards Tabitha, to lean into her, a poor way to share body heat.
The whole room shakes.
"Hecate," Tabitha says, chattering as she attempts to summon the dark Goddess. "Brigid. Goddess of protection," she bumbles out, "We call to you. Protect us from the wickedness of others, and whisper to us the name.." She pulls her cardigan in closer to herself, saying to Casey, huddling and welcoming, "We could try inside. But this IS a gas station...." She stumbles into Casey, perhaps the quake being that of her Goddess' reply?
Edwin continues to shiver as Casey dives into Tabitha, That apparently upsets the cursed item though. The whole earth begins to move and he stumbles forward towards Carter, Tabitha and Casey. He tries to regain his balance before he crashes into them or they move to avoid his stumbling self.
It is not a good time to be stumbling toward Tabitha when a knife is suddenly part of the equasion. Someone could get hurt!
Casey yelps as she stumbles and bumps with the others, her arms flailing as she still breathes her breath into the frosty air. "... this is awful!" Casey starts to wine. Casey catches herself after Edwin bumps into her, sending her against the side of the building as she breathes out, starting to intone with Tabitha. "Hecate, Brigid, Goddess of Protection, Protect us from the wickedness of others, and whisper to us the name of the spirit!"
Carter blinks as the alley shakes about, practically stumbling, before letting out a brief sigh. "Inside is a bad idea. The fewer people exposed to whatever this thing might end up doing, the better.", he mumbles. "Safer this way." with a nod, his thumb finding its place on the Delta etched into the handle of his athame, before Edwin bumps into him, which has him backing against the sides of the alley for some support. "J-jeez..", he complains. Carter's knife certainly doesn't make things safer.
"I can't think of anyone that would..." Tabitha starts, but then falls quiet, shaking her head, "No... No, I don't think so... I can't think of anyone."
The whole room shakes.
"COLD THIS WAY, CARTER!" Casey hisses at Carter, her good nature having gone out the window. "You know what, I'll let you guys handle the knives, it... ooop!" Casey says, dropping her knife to clatter to the ground as another rumble shakes them around in the alleyway. "NO NO NO DON'T STICK ME TABS, PLEASE!" Aaaa! Danger!
Tabitha draws the knife across her palm, along a shortening life line. "This is not the work of a spirit, Case. This is a person. Some..." When her blood seeps into the fiery symbols on the bracelet, the ground rocks again, and the poor redhead is jostled from her spot, near dropping her own knife. When Casey yells out for her not to hurt her, she says, "Why, I couldn't even hurt a fly!"
Edwin finally regains his balance but is then sent into another round of bumper cars. This time as he stumbles his foot slips as well, the ankle bends awkwardly and sending the tall man crashing to the ground like an ancient redwood. He oofs and clutches his ankle,
"Who?" Casey says. "And I mean on accident! I can hardly stand up straight with all this..." Casey winces as she looks to Edwin. "Your leg!" Casey calls to Edwin, "Are you okay?!" she asks, her voice a little harried now.
"Eep!", Carter practically squeaks as Edwin, the much taller man is barreling about; he drops lower to the ground as if trying to make it easier to react to any sudden shifts or shakes, but between his stumbling and the other chaos between those around him, he simply slumps back, letting out a tired sigh, before he's drawing his athame and pointing it up like a metaphysical sundial for some sort of direction, before he glances to Tabitha. "Y-yeah.. I didn't.. sense any spirits or anything like that.", he mumbles.
A section of Carter's clothing catches fire.
Not to be swayed, despite very literally being swayed against and away from Carter, Casey and even Edwin, Tabitha again calls to Brigid again, her voice tonally changing. A plea, in a different tongue. She would swear, if asked, she did not request Carter's clothes to burn. Perhaps he shouldn't have been holding his knife like it were a weather vane.
Edwin struggles back to his feet. He places weight on his right leg and winces. He shakes his head, "Sprained badly, not broken," he groans out. Then Carter bursts into flames and he resists the urge to move towards the heat, but does hold his hands to towards the flames.
Casey doesn't add her voice to the chant in the other tongue, for fear of disrupting it. Casey glances to Carter as his clothes catch on fire. "Are you doing that, or is..." Casey says, drifting closer to Carter admist the heat.
Carter blinks as he glances up to his shoulders, where his coat's caught fire. Another squeak escapes the twinkish man as he hastily fusses with, unzips and tosses the coat on the ground, stamping on it a few times. "F-fuck!", he complains; the coat seems flame-retardant but it -is- a bit scuffed up from.. well, being on fire a moment ago.
Casey looks tempted to steal that fashionable peacoat, but lets it flutter to the ground, looking to Carter afterwards as the piece of clothing smoulders. Casey holds her hands out to the flames, anyways.
Jogging up from behind the florist, Clara approaches the group and wrinkles her nose at the smell of flames and hints of embers in the air. "What's going on?"
Tabitha clenches her fist around the bracelet, blood seeping into the wood. Her own teeth clench also, that low hum of a chant hissed through them. If she noticed Clara approach, she's making no immediate sign of it. The strain leaves her to fall onto her knees, hands digging into the snow. Blood, mud, wood.
"Carter is just showing how hot he is," Edwin says to Clara. He limps a bit on his sore ankle now that the earth is still. The fire gone brings back the frigid cold once more. "Bloody bracelet, is that curse broken yet? Blimey!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.
Cadens Decursing Attempt
(Autumn's decursing attempt)
[Thu Dec 28 2023]
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 about 50F(10C) degrees.
Tabitha peels the paper from the straw, preparing to blow the paper out at the soda jerk when there is something on the floor that catches her attention. She hops up from the seat and wanders over to the edge of the counter where a rather plain, on initial look, bracelet lays. Scooping it up, she says, "Someone's left their bracelet. I should go see if I can catch them." The bracelet goes into her pocket, however. "I wouldn't say a locked door is just a suggestion. But it's a good one." She begins to walk to the exit, giving Edwin a side glance. "Night, Harry." She scrunches up her nose at him.
"At least I would be a pretty butterfly." Tabitha supposes, giving Autumn a few nods. "You too, Autumn."
Casey hustles on through, tugging her sweater down a little more, her jacket zipped up, and hood tugged over her head. "Brrrrr," she says. "Those things are everywhere...!" she says. "It's like I said, this place is like a supernatural nexus."
Tabitha pulls the wooden bracelet out from her pocket, thumb caressing over it, likely to seek any hidden runes and symbols. "Thanks, Ed... I know better to pick these things up. But yet I do... Call it the moth in me, rather than the butterfly." And it is then that there is a flash of fiery red that burns along the wood to reveal the symbols she'd hoped to find. She wiggles the bracelet at Casey. "It is. I am like a lightening rod for them. Maybe it is trying to tell me something..."
"A moth, and this is the bug zapper in the sky," Casey says, her eyes visibly brightening as she sees, "Carter!" Casey just about coos, "Welcome welcome, Cinnabon Coattails!" Casey just about gushes, "Look what we found! Think it'll try to kill us all?" Casey asks.
"Cold?" Edwin asks of Casey. He rubs his hands together and looks to Tabitha. "What do you need me to do?" He makes a face as Tabitha mentions the number of dangerous items she finds. "Lightning rod or someone really had it out for you."
Carter blinks, looking over to Tabitha as he walks hastily after her. "That bracelet. Bad vibes.", he states, pointing simply, before he just -looks- at Casey for a moment, before snorting a bit. "Um.. Hope not.", he offers with a cheeky little smile, though his expression becomes somewhat more serious as he regards that bracelet.
For several seconds the room grows painfully cold.
"Forever cold. This place is a frozen wasteland, and I just hope not to die," Casey says. "But if I do, thaw me out in... aaaaaaaa it's getting worse, helllllllppp...." Casey says, crossing her eyes as she burrows deeper into her coat. "It's in my bones stop the wind can't we d o this inside Tabbbbbbbby...." she was whining.
Carter blinks, and draws his coat close to himself. "Fuck me. It's -already- Winter. I don't need it any colder.", he says in a chilled manner, rubbing at his elbows, before he slips around to his bag, pulling out an athame.
"Insiiiiide I don't care if we set the place on fire," Casey says, glancing to Carter. She stops herself from lunging towards any of the men for heat, but instead lunges towards Tabitha, to lean into her, a poor way to share body heat.
The whole room shakes.
"Hecate," Tabitha says, chattering as she attempts to summon the dark Goddess. "Brigid. Goddess of protection," she bumbles out, "We call to you. Protect us from the wickedness of others, and whisper to us the name.." She pulls her cardigan in closer to herself, saying to Casey, huddling and welcoming, "We could try inside. But this IS a gas station...." She stumbles into Casey, perhaps the quake being that of her Goddess' reply?
Edwin continues to shiver as Casey dives into Tabitha, That apparently upsets the cursed item though. The whole earth begins to move and he stumbles forward towards Carter, Tabitha and Casey. He tries to regain his balance before he crashes into them or they move to avoid his stumbling self.
It is not a good time to be stumbling toward Tabitha when a knife is suddenly part of the equasion. Someone could get hurt!
Casey yelps as she stumbles and bumps with the others, her arms flailing as she still breathes her breath into the frosty air. "... this is awful!" Casey starts to wine. Casey catches herself after Edwin bumps into her, sending her against the side of the building as she breathes out, starting to intone with Tabitha. "Hecate, Brigid, Goddess of Protection, Protect us from the wickedness of others, and whisper to us the name of the spirit!"
Carter blinks as the alley shakes about, practically stumbling, before letting out a brief sigh. "Inside is a bad idea. The fewer people exposed to whatever this thing might end up doing, the better.", he mumbles. "Safer this way." with a nod, his thumb finding its place on the Delta etched into the handle of his athame, before Edwin bumps into him, which has him backing against the sides of the alley for some support. "J-jeez..", he complains. Carter's knife certainly doesn't make things safer.
"I can't think of anyone that would..." Tabitha starts, but then falls quiet, shaking her head, "No... No, I don't think so... I can't think of anyone."
The whole room shakes.
"COLD THIS WAY, CARTER!" Casey hisses at Carter, her good nature having gone out the window. "You know what, I'll let you guys handle the knives, it... ooop!" Casey says, dropping her knife to clatter to the ground as another rumble shakes them around in the alleyway. "NO NO NO DON'T STICK ME TABS, PLEASE!" Aaaa! Danger!
Tabitha draws the knife across her palm, along a shortening life line. "This is not the work of a spirit, Case. This is a person. Some..." When her blood seeps into the fiery symbols on the bracelet, the ground rocks again, and the poor redhead is jostled from her spot, near dropping her own knife. When Casey yells out for her not to hurt her, she says, "Why, I couldn't even hurt a fly!"
Edwin finally regains his balance but is then sent into another round of bumper cars. This time as he stumbles his foot slips as well, the ankle bends awkwardly and sending the tall man crashing to the ground like an ancient redwood. He oofs and clutches his ankle,
"Who?" Casey says. "And I mean on accident! I can hardly stand up straight with all this..." Casey winces as she looks to Edwin. "Your leg!" Casey calls to Edwin, "Are you okay?!" she asks, her voice a little harried now.
"Eep!", Carter practically squeaks as Edwin, the much taller man is barreling about; he drops lower to the ground as if trying to make it easier to react to any sudden shifts or shakes, but between his stumbling and the other chaos between those around him, he simply slumps back, letting out a tired sigh, before he's drawing his athame and pointing it up like a metaphysical sundial for some sort of direction, before he glances to Tabitha. "Y-yeah.. I didn't.. sense any spirits or anything like that.", he mumbles.
A section of Carter's clothing catches fire.
Not to be swayed, despite very literally being swayed against and away from Carter, Casey and even Edwin, Tabitha again calls to Brigid again, her voice tonally changing. A plea, in a different tongue. She would swear, if asked, she did not request Carter's clothes to burn. Perhaps he shouldn't have been holding his knife like it were a weather vane.
Edwin struggles back to his feet. He places weight on his right leg and winces. He shakes his head, "Sprained badly, not broken," he groans out. Then Carter bursts into flames and he resists the urge to move towards the heat, but does hold his hands to towards the flames.
Casey doesn't add her voice to the chant in the other tongue, for fear of disrupting it. Casey glances to Carter as his clothes catch on fire. "Are you doing that, or is..." Casey says, drifting closer to Carter admist the heat.
Carter blinks as he glances up to his shoulders, where his coat's caught fire. Another squeak escapes the twinkish man as he hastily fusses with, unzips and tosses the coat on the ground, stamping on it a few times. "F-fuck!", he complains; the coat seems flame-retardant but it -is- a bit scuffed up from.. well, being on fire a moment ago.
Casey looks tempted to steal that fashionable peacoat, but lets it flutter to the ground, looking to Carter afterwards as the piece of clothing smoulders. Casey holds her hands out to the flames, anyways.
Jogging up from behind the florist, Clara approaches the group and wrinkles her nose at the smell of flames and hints of embers in the air. "What's going on?"
Tabitha clenches her fist around the bracelet, blood seeping into the wood. Her own teeth clench also, that low hum of a chant hissed through them. If she noticed Clara approach, she's making no immediate sign of it. The strain leaves her to fall onto her knees, hands digging into the snow. Blood, mud, wood.
"Carter is just showing how hot he is," Edwin says to Clara. He limps a bit on his sore ankle now that the earth is still. The fire gone brings back the frigid cold once more. "Bloody bracelet, is that curse broken yet? Blimey!"
With a final burst of power the curse on a wooden bracelet is broken.