10483/Bushwick Blues

Bushwick Blues
Date of Scene:	19 December 2019
Location:	Bushwick (Mutant Town), Brooklyn
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Tombstone, Samuel Morgan, Nightingale, Berri Sundae

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Tombstone has posed:
Bushwick has always had problems with drugs, most recently the Hook empidemic. However, a new drug was starting to sweep Bushwick. People who have used it have described it as a euphoria causing drug called Rose Dust, due to it's bright red color. Only one gang in town made the stuff, The Roses, one of Brooklynns more infamous gangs. Rose Dust's presense in Bushwick meant only one thing, The Roses were trying to make a move into Bushwick. Luckily, no one died from Rose Dust in the neighborhood yet, but it was only a matter of time before someone did. You are in Bushwick tonight trying to find where The Roses are dealing here in Bushwick and shutting it down before it can turn into another Hook.

Meanwhile

You have had many unusual bosses over the years. But, when you got a phone call from Bruce Forthman, you didn't know what to expect. His almost aristrocratical demeanor mixed in with his sharp red suit and red sunglasses stood out like a sore thumb. However, the money he gave you to help defend a drug house in Bushwick was good, so you decided to take the job. Who knows, maybe this Englishman will have more work for you in the future. The drug house is located in a old tenamnet building in the far end of Bushwick, and you were instructed to give a specific knock to gain entry, which was three knocks within three seconds of each other.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    What do you do when you're a teenager that's not old enough yet to drink, have no identity you can actually prove with paperwork, and have a tendency towards fairly violent psychotic episodes, but still need a bit of spending money for the holidays? You go work in the club run by one of your friends, of course. As a technician, stage light gaffer and occasional bouncer when someone really overstays their welcome, Bean tends to fill in when and where he's needed. Most people forget he's there, and that's just how he likes it. But that does mean that, from his lofty perch in the catwalks, he occasionally sees things that other people miss...

    It helps that he was trained to spot patterns, especially those indicating illicit activity.

    So he's aware that someone has been coming into the club, speaking to people, being friendly, and shortly afterwards a fight tends to break out, where at least one of the belligerents is clearly dosed up on /something/. It bothers him.

    So, as the shift comes to an end, he waits by the back door of the club for a friend who's been bussing tables. Safer to walk to the bus together anyway, but especially today... something's up today, he can feel it.

Nightingale has posed:
     Unaware of any drug or gang wars in the making, a simple, normal, everyday scene was taking place close to the vicinity of Club Evolution. One young mutant was just leaving the club, looking a little bit tired but smiling with the prospect of a paycheck earned honestly. She is dressed in a wine-colored tunic sweater, dark blue jeans, and black leather ankle boots. As always, there is an old, brown leather bag decorated with runes tied firmly to her belt. Her long, blonde hair is kept loose, but for a single braid on the left side of her face, which has been dyed ice blue and bears three little silver beads on the end. She's wearing a goofy-looking 'Where's Waldo' styled red and white stripe hat against the cold, the edge pulled down over the tops of her ears. And... there is just no hiding those large, white feathery wings, so very like classical paintings of angels. Anywhere else, it would be an odd sight. But here? Hey, it's Bushwick, it's normal!

     She pauses just outside the back door of the club, spotting her friend in the pool of light cast by open door. From inside there's a shout of, "HEY! We're not paying to heat the outside, you know!"

     The angelic teen just shakes her head and laughs, closing the door. "Yeah, yeah, okay. See you tomorrow!", is her retort, though spoken good-naturedly, and followed with a smile. Grinning over at her friend, she shrugs. "Wonder what's got their britches in a twist tonight?"

Berri Sundae has posed:
For Berri, the similar problems of Samuel had gone into a very different solution: you get a job where you can indulge and make use of those episodes. In some ways, her job was fairly similar to that of a bouncer, but the girl's eerie nature wasn't quite the same as the intimidation of some large muscular security type. Besides, she had enough resourcefulness and reputation that the offer for work had come through and the young mutant girl with the two-tone hair didn't really fancy going hungry for the holidays.

Drugs were detestable to her, a distraction and often unpleasent for any telepath to be near for too long. The scratching thoughts of the addicted looking for a fix, even when not read actively, was like brushing up against itching fabric: not good.

With the weather as it is, the girl dressed in white and carrying a parasol almost certainly looks a little odd, but in mutant town? Odd can be a little more relative than most other places.

Tombstone has posed:
As Sam and Shannon stood their talking, they might notice a younger looking Mutant of about 15 walking into an alleyway across the street. A few moments later, you see the teen coming out smoking something and exhaling a red vapor, and obvious sign of using Rose Dust. That meant their was someone selling rose dust in the alley, and he didn't care who he was selling it to.

As Berri walked down the road, she would eventually see a old tenament building. It seemed abandoned, but you would see three men dressed in red hanging out on the stoop. These were members of the Roses, the gang Bruce lead. If you got closer you would see one of them smoking Rose Dust, as evidenced by the red vapor coming out of their mouth.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There are many things normal in Bushwick. Wings, Parasols without any sun around, fangs, horns, scales, people breathing and belching all sorts of elements... but exhaling a red vapor after breathing normally before, moments after visiting a shady alley? Oh, that's normal too, in a way. Or at least, has become normalised. Possibly. But that doesn't mean Bean has to like it.

    But he walks with Shannon, smiling, hands in his pockets. For all the world, they look like just another teen couple out and about. "I'm betting it was the chili. You know how they get when they make chili and they know Cannonball is going to get his hands on some. It lingers... for days."

    It just so happens that when they walk past the alley, he glances about nonchalantly, in no way different than before, but enough to glimpse into the darkness, check angles and count heads. He's willing to let this lie for now. Might be back later, but ... not now. Just seeing a friend safely home.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon chuckles lightly, rolling her eyes at Bean's assessment of the chili. "Maybe I shouldn't have suggested those chili-loaded potato skins to the cook," she muses. "They're going to be cursing my name forever, because yeah, you know Cannonball and chili." Her nose wrinkles as if smelling something particularly foul, but it devolves quickly into a fit of giggles.

     A 'nonchalant' glance in most any direction from Bean, she had long since learned, was usually 'checking something out'. So, just as nonchalantly, she fiddles around in her little brown bag, withdrawing a small Bluetooth earpiece and setting it in place. If there was even the slightest chance of trouble, she was not going to take any chances on a loss of communication. However, for the moment, she continues on her way with him. For now. Only for now. But, at least prepared....

Berri Sundae has posed:
'Tasting' their own supply? Berri's left to turn her mismatched eyes over the gang members as she moves further in and shakes her head. What ever happened to the good old-fashioned bank heists or even some of the more insane 'villainy' stuff she'd seen with other employers. Having to wear that ridiculous 'ninja' outfit that one time was still better than putting up will all that comes with drug dealers.

     Shannon and 'Bean's presence? It earns a long glance over her shoulder and a curious brush of her telepathic senses at their surface thoughts she might catch. For now? She's left with her own musings. It might not be glamerous, but it will pay the bills a little.

Tombstone has posed:
When you peer into the alley you would see three men wearing red hanging out in the alleyway, some of them sitting on a stoop. One of them had red vapor coming out of his mouth, an obvious sign he is smoking the same substance as that teen from earlier. They are sooned joined by a girl with mismatched eye colors and unusual looking hair. The lead delar, a tall, skinny man wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans looks up a Berri and says," Right, you are the chick Bruce told us about." He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wad of money. He then hads it to Berri and says," This is today's take. Take it to Bruce eh? We got nothing for ya to do here right now."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Reading Bean's thoughts can be scary. He tends to mask his real thoughts when he knows telepaths are around, but walking around Bushwick? Probably no real point. So Berri gets a full, unfiltered dose of what he's currently thinking about, even while he's still smiling and making polite conversation with Shannon.

    He can't help but notice that she's putting in the ear piece. That means she knows some of what he's thinking. "Look, I know we're supposed to stay out of trouble, but... you noticed all those fights in the club recently? And the fights outside? I'm... guess I'm not feeling the Christmas spirit at the moment."

    He does keep walking, but slows down. Slows right down. Practically comes to a stop, talking to Shannon. Might even look like a client to the dealers, trying to convince his friend.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon just grimaces slightly and nods. "Trouble goes and finds us anyways." Her surface thoughts, to Berri, are tinged with concern, though there is the underlying warmth of friendship with Bean. And somehow, beneath it all, there was always a hint of a mental image, a single white star that seemed to be a considerable source of strength for her. One source of several close to her.

     As she slows down and stops next to Bean, she glances from him, briefly to the dealers, and back again, keeping up the ruse of a potential client. Something told her this was going to be a long, rather eventful night....

Berri Sundae has posed:
     Hopefully the dealers had been told she wasn't one to talk, because Berri's offering little more than a nod and a slight twitch of her nose before she takes the roll of cash and turns it over. It's quick enough to count it, one of those skills someone gets quicker and quicker at as they go on, but she had to be sure she wasn't being ripped off or duped. That would likely make the night worse...although given what she'd picked up outside? Perhaps that was only merely accelerating what was to come! Shannon's thoughts had certainly been more confusing, but despite it all the pair were a more interesting mix than those around her.

Tucking the notes into a small sandwich bag she'd brought along in her pocket with her white-gloved hands and then stashing it away, there's a shrug of her shoulders while she begins to walk. She was headed back out the door, already aware things might be about to go to hell but...well, they -had- just sent her away. If the place got trashed without her? So much the better...