Log Title: Shattered Stacks and Shots
Summary: The involved and the curious converge on Club Charon to hear DJ Shatterstack.
IC Date: Thu Feb 28 19:08, 2381
OOC Date: Thu Feb 28 19:08, 2019
Related Logs: None
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Flyers went out (digitally, of course) throughout the Anno and in places in virtual where hacker types like to gather. There's physical flyers as well, in coffee shops and edgy stores in the bowels of the Neon District. DJ Shatterstack is spinning at Charon, and underground club. It's a subtle call - or maybe some kind of lure, for those wishing to compare notes in person to come out into public. It has the added advantage of being the kind of place people come when they aren't investigating very dangerous mysteries.

Charon is literally underground. White neon signs point down black stairs threaded with red light. It used to be an entrance to the subway system until public transit ended up far above ground. The bass can be felt before moving past the brick archway. The club itself fills up the entire decommissioned subway platform, with the main dance floor down curved stairs and on the four-wide track itself. A glass floor hovers a few feet over the track itself, which is left to crumble and decay.

The style of the place is a mixture of goth edginess, hacker chic and very short togas and towering hairstyles on the staff. Booths ring the outside and are in the shape of ancient boats that rock slightly when people get in and out of them. That gets quite entertaining as the night goes on.

It's early yet. The music is loud, but the dance floor is sparsely populated. The lines at the bar are short and there are still a few booths up for grabs.

* * *

The room's description has changed.

* * *

At one of the booths, a brightly-magenta haired woman seems to save settled herself across from an empty seat. The table, however, is not empty, and in fact has a dozen shots of various colours and admixtures laid out. Not that she's tasted any of them, by the look, but seems to be randomly order and reordering them on the boothtop. The room is dark enough, or at least, the light flicker enough that it might require closer inspection to realize that the woman is not entirely organic. It isn't that she's hiding it, of course, it's simply convenient of her person. (Violet)

* * *

Turquoise managed to wrangle a midriff baring tank top, tight pants, and an equally midriff baring jacket, along with stompy boots. All in black. But enough with her questionable fashion choices. She has seen flyers, she's heard whispers here and there. It's a mystery, and she loves puzzles, so here she is, slipping through the crowd. She slows up at the amateur bar that is the booth of the magenta haired woman, curious. "Are you trying to get wasted or just promote the bartender?"

* * *

While the short-ish woman that slouches her way into the club isn't augmented, her hair is definitely not a natural color. The cobalt blue and purple highlights would stand out… if she wasn't one of many with colorful hair in a place like this. Her emerald-green dress with its skater skirt likely fits right in as well and the leather jacket and calf-high boots also equally say 'trying too hard' or maybe trying just enough. She does have a pair of sunglasses pushed up into that hair… which is probably better than trying to wear them while scaling those stairs. Hands are shoved into pockets, fiddling with something or another in the left. Ada is more than a bit fidgety as she skirts into the club, staring this way and that as she angles first for the bar. Some kid coming down off a high or just starting one, perhaps.

* * *

Mary is here, currently leaning over one of the back of the boat-booths. It's a nice view down the front of her dress - half short, gauzy Grecian toga and half el-wire cyber raver - for the man in the boat, whose sleeve looks like it should be doing someone's taxes. And not, y'know, palming a plastic vial of something white to Mary. But that's happening, in any case as is the way she casually slides it down the front of her dress into her cleavage before casually squeezing the Accountant's shoulder as he nods at her. Interaction or transaction or whatever this is concluded. The boat rocking slightly for that action as she straightens.

* * *

Aseneth is here, the synth's hair now short, spikey and bright-pink instead of its usual long and dark style. She's wearing a pair of skintight black leggings, a charcoal-colored camisole, and a black leather jacket. Its a look copied off of an actress from a string of movies about a decade and a half ago, complete down to a single lock of electric-blue hair hanging down in front of one-eye. One of the advantages to working for the Houses, is that if you do it right, you can almost always get paid to be in places like this. She's on the arm of a well-paid middle-aged IT manager, whose a bit too-interested in the Longbow news on Podnet, and wanted to stop down here for the night with some armcandy. Aseneth smiles at him; and she's a good enough actress that it looks plenty authentic to a casual viewer. "Darling, if your going to gossip, you should at least look around." she says, hoping to encourage him elsewhere for a while.

* * *

This really isn't Royal's type of club, but given its possible connection to the case, he'll take one for the team. Rather than his usual bold and flashy suit, he's gone for something a little grungier, a little more edgy street fashion. It's still designer, of course, but not in an old world way.

He stands at the bar, clad in neatly tailored trousers, a gray t-shirt that looks artfully worn and splattered, and a pair of matte black sneaker shoes with a glossier capped toe. The real star of the outfit is the three-quarter length tailored jacket that looks rubberized and is faintly ribbed. The inside is a neon blue that reacts to the black light with a subtle pattern. His hair, rather than being combed back neatly, is artfully mussed. "One of those glowing drinks, please, darling. Nothing too sweet though."

* * *

Kagami was well on his way to getting utterly smashed when he got the flyer via text. He decided there is no way shatter stacks could be a trap or he does and doesn't care. He got dressed in tailored dark navy dress pants, brown dress shoes, and an asymmetrical matching navy tailored jacket which is buttoned just once, with a dark emerald green pocket square and a stark white dress shirt underneath which has the top two buttons undone. His hair has been coiffed and brushed over to a side. His bright blue eyes start glowing from behind the iris as he starts to look around for any EMF indications that they are all about to die. He starts tracing lines that only he can see before he blinks twice and his iris glowing stops. Now he uses his eyes to look at the people that are in the room. He scans the bar and then the slouchy woman. His hands go into his pockets and he looks bloody dashing. He glances over and sees the boat and the dress. A brow lifts in approval. He turns his eyes to Aseneth and bows his head to her. Though he sees who he's looking for and walks towards Royal with a relaxed grin playing over his lips. "You look dashing as always, fine sir, though it appears our styles …switched?" He chuckles.

* * *

Violet looks up, eyes rising to the level of Turquoise's bared midriff, before she looks the rest of the way to the woman's face. As close as Turquoise is, yes, most definitely a synth, but one of fine quality. And dressed in an exceedingly dull, for the location, catsuit. At least she managed to pick a slightly iridescent shade of black. "Oh, I'm just being friendly." Her fingertip danced over each of the shots, never touching any of the liquid, before she selects a delightfully chartreuse one and nudges the glass over in Turquoise' direction. She doesn't wait to see if the woman actually takes the drink, instead glancing over to watch the steadily growing collection of people arriving to fill, well, the bar area at least. The dancefloor is still a bit full of tumbleweeds.

* * *

Mary is on the dancefloor!

And then she's not? Having stepped in from the booth-boats that ring the the room, it seems that the woman was just cutting across it for the bar. She sidles in, weaving between two people who are just there watching the empty dance floor and cradling drinks she leans forward over the bar top and waits her turn for service. It's probably this lean in that conjures her awareness of Royal and Aseneth both, a few paces down.

* * *

"Friendly can get you killed," Turquoise muses. "But I'm in a risk taking mood." She picks up the selected drink and downs the shot quickly. She coughs slightly. "Good choice, strong stuff. So, I'm guessing you're here because of the flyers?"

* * *

It's fortunate that Royal gets his drink after he sees Kagami. He does a sweep, furrows his brow, then whuffs a mouthful of laughter. "I didn't wear a suit because I thought it would stand out a little much in a place like this and I am trying to blend this evening. For once, I didn't want all eyes on me. When did you get that little number, hmm?" then, "What will you have to drink then, mister dashing?"

He turns back to the bar and catches sight of Mary out of the corner of his eye. He does that thing where you see someone out of context and it takes a moment for everything to click into place. When it does, he smiles and lifts his (glowing) drink in her direction.

* * *

Kagami smiles at Royal. "Perhaps I want to stand out. Be on the radar so no one will ever assume I'm in the thick of it." He chuckles. "Messed up logic for sure." He shrugs his shoulders and grins. "Drank a lot of rye already so you pick something." The young man turns his back to the bar and leans over to Royal. "I scanned… nothing that overtly shows it's a trap. Though I don't like this DJ name. Especially with our gifts."

* * *

Violet catching the movement of Turquoise's hand out of her peripheral vision, turned back to watch the woman take the shot, leaving eleven on deck, "Around here everything can get you killed. Which, for most of these august souls," she flicked a hand in the direction of the bar, might well be the point. I saw the flyer. Though it might be worthwhile to see what sorts of people it drew out of the woodwork."

* * *

Aseneth flirts with the man paying her bill for a bit, and then manages to get him to buy her a drink and mingle for a bit. Which essentially means, she convinces him to ditch her, at least temporarily, while thinking its his ideas to do so. The man goes wandering about the club, looking for gossip and generally looking out of place. For her part, Aseneth ignores the drink, but holds onto it, and glances about. She raises her drink in the direction of Kagami, then Mary, and drifts closer towards where others are congregating, keeping her artificial ears open.

* * *

Already on a path for the bar, Ada finds herself in the thick of it. At the beginning of the night, the bar is a popular place at a club. Then again, when is it not? Everyone needs libations. On and on and… on. The woman finally withdraws her hands from her pockets and rests forearms against the bartop, leaning up onto her toes as she waits her turn to get a 'tender's attention. There's a slight tilt of her head as she focuses her perception on chatter. The flyers lured her out… why not listen in and see if there was a reason why? When service finally comes her way, it's a standard drink she orders. Something fruity, something popular on the menu. It's in the hands of a fair number of people. It won't draw too much attention and it also won't get her too drnk.

* * *

Mary drifts towards Royal and the similarly drifting in Aseneth, a neon pink drink in her hand now. The lights catch her dress in a way that implies she might be naked underneath but another pulse of blue backlight reveal that it's a tease - modesty of a sort playing visual tricks. "Royal," she states with a warm grin, before her gaze drifts to Aseneth. "Hi there," she says brightly, her eyes tracking back from the direction Aseneth came before landing on the synth again. "Working tonight?" Kigami is the last to ping in her awareness, their one time meeting in her House's reception area affording a slower place of a face. "Can I finally get you that drink?," she teases Kigami, good natured in its tone as she grins their way.

* * *

"What came out of the wood work? Let's see." Turquoise glances around as she talks to the magenta haired woman. "We have the usual big haired goths, some toga enthusiasts, a punk woman with what looks like…hmm." She averts her eyes from the couple, then blinks in surprise when she spots another couple. "Looks like he taught him how to dress. Or let him raid his closet," she mutters at the sight of Kagami and Royal. She then looks back to the woman. "And you have me. Call me Quiz." And she grabs another of the drinks laid out at the booth. Without even asking. How rude.

* * *

"Could just be gallows humour," says Royal to Kagami about the DJ name. He leans over the bar and says, "A glass of your finest water for this young man, please." Then he looks over. "I'll buy you a drink when you've, ah, cheers…" he hands a glass of icy water over, "…drank this all up. There you go."

He looks over and smiles brightly at the young woman who approaches. "Ms. Mary, hello. How are you this fine, grungy, bass-thumping evening? That's quite the dress, ah," he motions to Kagami, prepared to introduce, but then she's saying hello. "You've met?"

* * *

Kagami smiles warmly at Mary and nods. "If everyone buys me drink, someone is going to carry me home." He takes the water and nods his head. He lifts the glass in cheers to Royal and starts to drink back the glass. Half of it's gone in one session and he takes a few breathers, holding the cold glass while he nods his head. "I went to the Houses remember? I met her the first time I was there." Royal should remember. He sips more of the water and eyes Quiz. He lifts his hand and waves to her with a smile.

* * *

The pudgy middle-aged IT manager spots Turquoise, unfortunately for her, and wanders over. "You look familiar!" he says, his voice a touch too loud. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Aseneth is about to speak to Mary - she's just gotten off a nod, and has begun saying, "You know me. Bills don't…" Her eyes drift towards her 'date'. "Excuse me." she adds, after a moment, with a smile - and heads over towards Turquoise herself. "Darling, I think you have a date already." she says, latching her arm into his.

* * *

For the observant, it's possible to pick out a handful of patrons wearing an accessory with their dress-to-impress outfits. Here and there are people with shattered stacks on chains around their necks. Some have really tried to integrate it into their looks, while others seem to have draped them around like an afterthought. For some, it seems to be functioning like a calling card, and a few wearing them are clustering together.

* * *

"And I have you." Violet laughed, the sound human enough, as if she'd had long practice at doing the thing. She looked down, pushing another drink across the way. A dark purple concoction, "I'm still trying to decide if it's bring your children to work day. But looks can be deceiving." She did accept the name, regardless, "Tamsyn." Since they were being polite. "I'm still waiting for the whistle and the chalkboard." There was a lot of gathering going on, but so far, not a lot of talking, except in a few isolated clusters. Violet looked over to the accountant wandering over in the direction of her table, "And so does she." Surprise! Turquoise has a date she never asked for. "So, if you wouldn't mind." All exceedingly polite, of course.

* * *

Mary isn't wearing a shattered stack. She was poised to say something in return, professional patter to Aseneth but then she's wrestling her escort for the evening away from his poorly managed impulse control problem. "You're more than welcome to just go for something violently green but otherwise toothless," she remarks to Kagami before focusing on Royal. "102nd birthday party, Greeks and Oracles theme," she qualifies for Royal, in terms of the why and wherefore of her dress and the stop before here that called for it.

Her eyes though are tracing those wandering around where the shattered stacks. "Am I the only one without one?" She asks, apparently up on what that means.

* * *

Turquoise tenses up as the pudgy man wanders over. She lowers her gaze, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "No. You don't know me and gosh!" She puts on a fake smile and scoots into the booth next to Tamsyn. "I'm occupied right now, and you're occupied right now. So." She scoots a little closer to her "date" and waves the man away.

* * *

Once she has her drink in hand, Ada steps away from the bar; no need (or want) to be crowded in and become a fire hazard. Or a stomping one. She takes a sip and regards the bar. The sign of so many shattered stacks gives her pause at first. Then a bit of discomfort. Finally, she swallows that all down and starts to drift nearer to one of the clusters of people wearing them. The woman plasters a sort of smile on as she walks up to one of the clusters and gives a sort of upnod to someone wearing one of the 'stacks:' "Bit of fan gear for the DJ?"

* * *

"Are you sure?" the IT manager asks. "I swear you look like an accountant I…" Aseneth glances around, and takes a moment to point towards a cluster of people. "Look at all those people wearing shattered stacks, darling. I thought you said you were here to gossip? You know, being friendly is nice, but perhaps you should mingle. She's clearly enjoying a private date." The man looks like he's about to speak again, then glances down at Aseneth, before shifting over towards a crowd. "Oh well, my mistake." he says, before heading off. Aseneth gives Turquoise an eye, and mouths, "I'm sorry" in her direction as they depart from the tense woman.

* * *

"There you are," says Royal with a touch to Kagami's arm. He might just be feeling the fabric, but he is such an aesthete that it's really not a surprise. Then he turns back to the bartender, ordering something stiff in a cut crystal glass. "To match your ensemble," he says as he passes it over. The scent of absinthe carries ahead. "If you hate it, I'll gladly finish it for you." He takes a sip and scans the room, dark eyes landing on a shattered stack here or there. He's awfully good at patterns, so it only takes a moment for him to start picking them out.

He's distracted from his examination of the room to look back to Mary. "Ah, delightful. Shall I call you Cassandra? And yes, that was a history joke, but as a professor of history, I believe I'm allowed."

* * *

Turquoise mouths a "thank you" back to the man's date in response, then sinks down in her seat, causing the booth boat to rock a little. She looks over to her own "date" and sighs. "Thanks, Tamsyn. That was going to be a bad situation. How can I repay you?"

* * *

He watches the man move around and try to get to know people. He watches Aseneth try to wrangle her date before his eyes turn back to Mary. He notices Royal touching his suit which is soft. He grins a little and then finishes up his water to take the glass of absinthe. He doesn't know better so he shotguns the whole glass. The herb garden taste was unexpected and by the way his face makes the sour face, he felt that one. He puts the glass down and turns away from the two to clear his throat. He glances back up and his eyes are much more glassy. He looks at the people with the stacks and he lightly touches Royal's hand. "They are wearing it? Mine is in my pocket but… why would you wear that?"

* * *

The people wearing the stacks look at Ada suspiciously and look down to see she's not wearing one. "Something like that," says a rough-looking young man with a shaved head and baggy clothes. If they were talking about something related to the case, they're not talking now. Instead, they're suspiciously eyeing her and then looking up to the DJ platform.

DJ Shatterstack is masked, her head covered by a blue orb that flickers with different patterns in time to the music. She's wearing blue coveralls that are quite oversized. The only thing that suggests that she is in fact a she (or at least in a female sleeve) is long stiletto nails and the belt that cinches in the waist of the coveralls.

* * *

Violet moved a bit closer to Turquoise, as she slipped into the both, seeming entirely at ease with the woman— her date, shifting her head in the angle of the light, or, perhaps just shifting, well, her face, just enough that her more masculine features came into prominence, and not in that, 'oh trick of the light sort of way', but in the sort of 'that's deeply unsettling' sort of way synths had. Hair and skin she could change, but a few things still seemed to show through. "Thank you for stopping by." Once the accountant looking man and his date wandered back off, Violet slid away, giving Turquoise her personal space, but remained on the same side of the booth. "I don't know that I need repayment, but I would take a bet. How long before one of those people wearing those stacks like costume jewelry start dropping like flies?"

* * *

Mary grins at Royal over the rim of her violently pink drink. She pauses to take a sip, watching Kagami shotgun his own with slightly raised eyebrows. "Would you believe me if I told you the future, though?" She returns to Royal, tracking just who or what Cassandra might be, as her gaze shifts towards another person drifting by with a worn stack. "Is that- a good idea?" She gestures with her drink to the stack floating by, the question put towards Kagami and Royal.

* * *

"Oh, no, darling, don't…" Royal is too late to stop Kagami from shotgunning the very strong, very herbal drink. "That was for sipping. If you wanted a shooter, you should have said so. Here…" he passes over another glass of water. A woman in a low-cut red dress is wearing one of the stacks like a choker. She sashays by and leans on the bar. He looks at her a moment (a bit too long) then sucks in a breath and returns his attention to Kagami and Mary. "A badge of honour, maybe? I suppose you all are in an exclusive club of sorts. Being threatened and all." He sips his drink. "And no, it's probably a terrible idea. Whoever left those meant it as a threat. And here they all are, flouting that threat."

* * *

The young man shakes his head. "That is a bad idea. See the person or persons who delivered those devices used a trace route to track the IP's. They did not have peoples pictures or who in the place did it. Wearing that is like wearing a badge of 'I did it'." He takes the water. "Thank you." He rubs his head. "Now the people who placed it know their faces. They know who got took that clip." He takes a deep breath and frowns. "I should tell them to remove it…" He takes a step towards one who is wearing it.

* * *

Turquoise looks more at ease now, despite all the stack wearing people walking around. "Oh, probably at the climax of the DJ's set. It's a perfect goth death, tempting fate by wearing the signs of death. Real death." She reaches out and downs another one of Violet's carefully curated drinks. "I think this one matches your hair."

* * *

Mary looks at Royal with a bolt of mild panic as Kagami steps to just take care of the problem. "Nonono," Mary hastenly protests, friendly but urgent. Her drink-not-holding hand held up to Kagami- palm shown in a 'whoa there buddy'. "Some of the people in here probably agree with what happened… politically speaking." Mary's mouth emphasizes that last bit. "They'll take it badly."

* * *

The way the group shrugs her off — or really, snubs her! — Ada just gives a sort of huff and steps back, "Yeesh, I was just gonna ask where y'all bought 'em. Shit's edgy as fuck." Acting like a new fan or someone 'into' the scene of wearing damaged stacks (it's like, so totes macabre), she sidles away and back into the rest of the crowd, sipping at her drink. Ducking her chin a bit, she meanders; letting people focus on the newly-arrived DJ as she tracks those wearing the stacks looking for a new target. She finally identifies one: some guy wearing his amongst some bracelets and already pretty damn drunk. All it takes is bumping into him and giggling away the experience, apologizing a little too much, and she's on her way. The guy's stack is palmed and tucked away into her pocket. She'll check it out later: verify if it matches her own or if it really is just some sort of homage to the DJ. Now… the woman with the blue hair makes her way to the booths to awkwardly wriggle her way into a seat to watch.

* * *

Aseneth spends a few more minutes with her escort, as he eagerly chats up a bord-looking trio on the other end of the club. After awhile of this, she manages to extract herself again, and slips away. Making her way back over towards the area with Royal, Kagami and Mary, she gives a quick smile once more, and tries to resume discretly listening in. She eyes her escort warily, hoping he stays put this time.

* * *

Violet's voice rose, just a hair, as she saw the young suited man begin to step away from his chaperon, "You don't want to get involved in that. if you don't mind the advice." There was something to be said for having taken one of the booths near the bar, "Not much difference between wearing that stack and letting everyone else know you know what it means." That advice was free, too, apparently, before she turned back to Turquoise, "That could be a fun game." Her hair shifted, the colour and texture changing from straight and magenta to curly and violently orange, in keeping with yet another of the coloured drinks.

* * *

Royal looks grateful to Mary's quick movement, as he was mid-sip and thus couldn't react quite as quickly. "She's right. This isn't a place for a lecture. What's interesting is…" he looks around, then back to the two of them, "…pretty sure some of these are fakes. The chain type isn't right." Hell of a thing for him to notice from afar, but it helps when you have a reputation for lasciviousness. He's good at lingering on assets while sweeping over details. "And some of the stacks look like they were broken in a different way. But I'd have to see one of the fakes up close to know for sure."

* * *

Kagami is easily stopped and he looks at Mary. "But they are in danger by wearing that. I understand political stuffs…" He slurs a little. "But not wearing something that says kill me. That's just stupid." He glances to Royal. "Isn't that stupid?" He tilts his head to Royal when he learns that some might be fakes. "Are you fuckin kidding me!?" He says rather loudly. He leans closer to the two. "So not only did they not get it but they still put on a kill me badge. God damn morons." He leans back and takes a sip of the water. "I need stronger…" He turns around. "Bartender…." He waits a second. "Hey…can I get… so many vodka? Thank you."

* * *

"So you want a fake, then?" Mary's asking, watching Kagami earn his way to kidney failure in three ambitious chugs. The question asked in between his bumbling order for more- and by that meant- ALL the vodka as she looks at Royal with her eyebrows raised. 'Is he with you?' The question asked or such is the intention but it could just as easily read as 'what the hell is happening?' "If I or Aseneth got you a fake, would you promise not to make a scene?" Mary's glance to Aseneth, in a sure sign that she's about to voluntell her into this effort.

* * *

Turquoise laughs as Violet changes her hair to match one of the drinks. "Now that's a talent!" She picks the matching drink. "Cheers!" After drinking it, it is clear that she's more than a little tipsy, so she just leans back and relaxes. "You'd think people would try and contact someone who could read those stacks to determine who they were. Someone could be missing a relative and not know that they are now someone's necklace."

* * *

"I'll take care of it." Aseneth says to Mary and Kagami. She moves away a few feet, whispers to a bartender, and comes back with two club sodas in coctail glasses. She slides them over towards Kagami. "There you go, two nice strong drinks. Enjoy." I mean, its pretty hard to tell club soda from vodka if its in a coctail glass, unless your the one drinking it. And if your drunk, well. Hard to say. Nevertheless, she gives Mary a signaling look.

* * *

Violet lifted her shoulders, as her words didn't seem to have carried to the group over by the bar. Well, she'd done her part. It was for the people around the kid about to lose his shit to deal with. "It has its uses." She did not push another drink towards Turquoise, though she did look back towards the people walking around pass the bar, "I'd have to say the lighting in here isn't the best, but I can't see any visible trace that there was ever DHF loaded into those stacks. Also I'm not sure what good it would do to tell them even if there were. Unless the DHF was copied before it was smashed those people have been RDed. Not something most people want to hear."

* * *

Royal slips an arm around Kagami's shoulder and squeezes, in part to keep him on his feet, but also to keep him from darting off. "How about no many vodkas and another refreshing water, hmm? It's the exact same colour as vodka and everything." He smiles playfully at Mary, "Oh, going to work your charms, are you? It seems I've got to watch this one, so better you than me. Besides, I'm not sure I'm the type of this crowd. Put me in a cocktail bar and I can work the room." He gives Aseneth a grateful look when she comes through with club sodas. "See? Nice bubbly vodka. Drink up, dear."

* * *

Ada now ignores her drink, shoving it aside on the table. It was mostly just being used as a prop anyway. Not like some people who actually came to the club to get drunk. The woman now sits hunched over at one of the boat-booths and peeking up over the edge of her jacket, one can even see the direct-jack at the base of her neck. Clearly someone who is a heavy user of podnet and similar things. Relying on people being distracted by alcohol, the DJ, and general club-going-ons, she pulls out her own shattered stack from her pocket and starts looking it over as compared to the one she lifted. Seems some people in the crowd have similar ideas today.

* * *

Kagami takes the two club soda's from Aseneth. "Thank you, Aseneth." He grins warmly to her before he looks at Mary and Royal. "I'm not drunk, I'm angry." He sips the club soda and makes a face. "Club soda? Really. Couldn't get me sparkling water with a flavor?" He chuckles a little and shakes his head. "You don't need to watch me, Royal." He nods to Mary. "We have one real one in my pocket so getting a fake one will allow us to compare." He speaks softly to her taking another sip right after. He sighs quietly at the look Mary gives Royal. "…thanks…" He pulls out of Royal's arm and moves down the bar a little happily sipping his drink and eying the crowd.

* * *

Mary exchanges that look right back to Aseneth. The task at hand set. "It's not the special set of charms I save just for history scholars," she grins at Royal. "But I'll give it a shot," she returns Royal's tease, her mouth curling into a grin that means to sass. Her expression shifting out of the spring-break-forever grin she's turned on for Royal to assess Kagami, calculating perhaps just how many drinks he is between now and a doubled-over stint with the toilets. Listening to why he needs the fake to go with the real before he's sighing at her exchanged look and flitting off. Right. The fake. Getting the fake. Mary moves off in the opposite direction Aseneth went.

* * *

Before Mary can move off, Royal leans in to murmur, "Go for the better dressed ones interested in the DJ. The ones who look a bit more…" he nods to the people Ada was talking to earlier, in their baggy clothes that looks rather lived-in, rather than conspicuously stylish. "The ones who look like they're trying to belong here. That…and the chain is a bit thinner and the stack is more obviously broken."

He glances down the bar to Kagami, sighs a little, then turns and sidles up to the lady in red. It seems he's going to try his hand afterward. "Hello my dear. Waiting for someone? Stood you up, ay? That's a tragedy, absolute tragedy." He leans on the bar and looks up at her, toothy smile, focused on her face even though other assets are on display. "May I buy you a drink to make up for it? And…are you wearing a stack around your neck? Someone dear to you?" On he goes, engaging the woman in smalltalk, giving her a glowing drink to grease the wheels a little.

* * *

Turquoise blinks in surprise at Violet's observation. "The stacks are all blanks? Good news, this isn't as morbid as I thought. Bad news, this still is pretty morbid." She eyes the other drinks, but is laying off for the moment, though she clearly looks interested in more.

* * *

Aseneth, after listening to Mary a second time, finally catches on. "Ah!" She glances about. "So thats what it is. Hmm. Longbow isn't known for being subtle. I doubt she's happy about all this." she muses, glancing at Mary as she heads off. "I thought you were talking about…" She nods towards Kagami, enjoying his drink.

* * *

He watches Mary and Aseneth and glances over to Royal. He sips his club soda and pushes himself off the bar and heads towards Quiz. He weaves his way through the groups and finally makes it up to the table. "Hey Quiz. Good to see you again." He grins warmly at her. "Interesting night you've chosen."

* * *

After a moment's further study, Ada seems satisfied with whatever she's seen between the two stacks. She shoves them back into her pockets (separate ones) and slips out of the boat-booth. There's some fumbling involved since she's not used to the damn thing, but she makes it out nonetheless. The woman gives her jacket a tug before she starts making her way toward the exit, only sparing a brief glance for the DJ.

* * *

"The few I've seen. But as I'm not about to walk up on any of these lot and start dissecting their day's jewelry, I can't say for certain. But that doesn't make them any less dangerous. Blank stacks aren't something you can buy down at the corner bodega. It takes real money to be able to get this many, and then even more money not to care that you just destroyed them. But what they are is dangerous enough. They're markers. All the surveillance this place probably has? It's like painting a target on your forehead." Violet finally did reach for one of the drinks. Something that was pearly white, downing it in a single swallow. The glass was carefully set back on the table as the young man in a suit wandered over.

* * *

Mary pinged through the thin crowd on the dance floor, heading with sudden interest for the DJ per Royal's murmur. But not before she'd looked at Aseneth and her comment about Longbow's lack of good humor about this incident. "I'm sure it's weird for her," she says, tepidly. Her comment purposely trying to be as obtusely neutral on the whole thing, lest she be overheard as someone who is mistaken for a meth supporter in a place like: here. She pulled up next a person proscibed by Royal - the slightly peformative clothing, the thin chain, the very broken stack. There's a pause, Mary moving vaguely with the effort that the DJ is putting out before she looks over at person she's flanking. "I love this DJ," she grin-yells at them, friendly, open, seeking agreement.

* * *

Ada leaves, heading towards the RP Room Lobby O.

* * *

Turquoise positively beams at Kagami as he walks over. "Kagami! Good to see you. And I love the suit, you look dapper as hell." She's tipsy and sitting next to Violet. "Oh! This is Tamsyn. Tamsyn, this is Kagami, he's lovely." She rubs her face a few times, as if to make sure she can feel it. "So, are you here for Stack Necklace Night with DJ Hooded Lady?"

* * *

Kag grins slowly and turns back and forth. "Why thank you. By the styling genius of Royal over there." He chuckles before taking a seat giving the two a little room. "Greetings Tamsyn." He bows his head. "I am here for that yeah. Some of the twits wearing stacks though… they are knock offs." He grumbles quietly. "They are wearing 'Please kill me' signs… and as horrible as this sounds… they didn't even earn it." He shakes his head and rubs his forehead, taking a sip of the club soda.

* * *

Royal's strategy with the lady in red, it seems is not to get her necklace from her, but just to get a better look at it. He turns the charm up high and then he's gotten permission to finger it, to examine it, and to confirm what he's pretty certain is true - that it's a fake. At this point, his charm is working a bit too well. She's starting to touch his neck, and to make eyes at him.

* * *

Violet sat back in her seat, watching Kagami as he settled into the booth, "I would say nice to meet you, Kagami, but this isn't the place for it." As for the fake stacks, Violet shook her head, "Doesn't matter whether they're wearing fakes or not. It isn't as if it's going to fool the people who sent the real ones. And, I have no doubt, it's making the ones who are wearing the real ones feel a bit safer, even though they aren't. I…personally, wouldn't mind seeing who's under that hood. That's the real question of the night."

* * *

The progression of Mary's attempt at buttering up the individual in the fake can't happen immediately. That's what makes wiles… sneaky. The woman she'd friendly-hit on friendly back in that distant, a-stranger-being-congenial-with-me way. Mary escalated by dancing, and then dancing with the woman through - closing the gap between them more and more. Those who are proximate overhearing Mary at turns leaning into the woman's ear to speak: 'so cute', 'you seem cool', and 'here with my frie-', which has Mary pointing off to a gaggle of strangers at the bar nearby none of which Mary actually knows. She finally gets 'did you wanna part-' two more songs in, which seems to have woman's attention and consent by the way she's nodding. The next bit is less hard to hear, Mary yell-whispering directly into her ear but the implication by the way she points to the back toilets is that her new friend needs to go back there to start the fun. Her finger hooking the shattered stack off the woman's neck as flirty collateral that the woman better show up, as one heads one way and Mary heads for… the place where Kagami was but isn't any longer. Bother.

* * *

The DJ continues to spin. For what it's worth, she's actually quite good. The crowd seems to be quite into the music, whether they're there for the death threat convention or not. The blue dome on her head pulsing along to the music is quite interesting visually, if exceptionally trippy if you happen to be on any kind of drugs. Then after one more epic bass drop, the lights go up a little and the music switches to a playlist. The masked DJ disappears off-stage for a set break.

* * *

"Yeah, that's the real question. Who is that woman, why is she hooded, did she hand out the stacks, does she know who handed out the stacks…" Turquoise rubs her face again. "It'd be kinda rude to bum rush her and snatch the mask off. Probably get sued or arrested."

* * *

Kag nods his head and takes a deep breath. "Name tipped you off too? Shatter stack?" He bites his bottom lip and his jaw clenches. "We will have to talk where it's much more safe. This place is not safe but I did an EMF scan and only sound wires." He tilts his head a moment and his ONI flashes. "Yeah… I will look into who that is…" He turns to look at the bar. "I will be right back. I am so sorry." He pushes himself up and walks over to the bar taking a big sip of his club soda. He starts obviously weaving back and forth where he stands. He leans his head back, "Ma'am…where's the bathroom…I'm gunna be sick…" Then he leans forward making vomiting sounds but getting the club soda that was held in his mouth ALL over the woman's dress. He stays bent over as he grips Royal's forearm.

* * *

Violet shifted in her seat, as the lights come slightly up. "Too late now. The time would have been to do it while she was still at the decks. Easy enough to switch from one person to another as soon as she's out of line of sight." As Kagami slipped out of the booth, Violet shook her head, "Once the lights come up, things never end well. I think I'm going to get out before there's a stampede for the door." Violet offers a polite, 'budge over' gesture, "It's all fun and games till a chemical cloud starts flooding the room and you realize you're locked in a basement."

* * *

"Holy fuck." Mary's color commentary on Kagami's technocolor yawn, having finally just tracked him through the crowd and surged that way. The fake dangling in her fingers. "Um-" She states, looking over her shoulder from the source of the fake and making sure they haven't followed. "Here?" She offers it to Royal as a proxy, the mission of sorts complete. "I have to go… spend quality time with someone," she states, moving off already in the direction of the toilets.

* * *

Royal looks up as he sees Kagami weaving towards him. For a moment, he thinks this was all a terrible mistake and he just asked a drunk person via ONI message to save him from the woman he flirted too hard with and now she's expecting something. What Kagami actually does wasn't what he had in mind, but it's super effective. The woman shrieks in disgust and stumbles back, pawing at the front of her dress.

"I'm so, so sorry, my dear, but I believe I should take care of my friend, here," he reaches out to touch Kagami's side. He needn't have worried about convincing her. She's already clopping towards the bathroom on very high heels. Royal watches her go, then leans in to murmur, "Well done."

He smiles to Mary, murmurs a thanks, and takes the fake stack. Then as she goes, he says, "Was…that a euphemism?"

* * *

Turquoise scoots over to give Violet room. "Sure, Tamsyn. Maybe I'll see you again sometime, hopefully not over a pile of stacks and or dead sleeves." She glances back over at Kagami and his little accident. "Or over a pile of vomit."

* * *

Kagami hears Mary arrive and then sees the fake stack. He pulls it from Royal's hand and puts it in his other pocket. Evens himself out a little. He stands up and leans into Royal with a grin. "Why thank you." He chuckles a little. "Now that everyone probably thinks I'm -that- drunk…mind helping me outta here?" He starts to lean a little weight on Royal and he turns to look at Quiz with a wink before bowing his head and groaning.

* * *

Violet slipped out, reaching into a pocket that somehow managed to find its way into her catsuit, handing over a card. Of course, there's nothing actually on the card, save for a QR code that, if scanned will offer a phone number. "Call me. I can't promise the drinks will be better if I'm making them, but there you are." Just for show, she allowed her hair to drift again, this time to a light bubble gum pink. "Don't try that one though. I've heard it's terrible." There was indeed a bright pink drink left on the boottop. "Be seeing you, Quiz." She just managed to slip past Kagami and his chaperone before the magic happened.

* * *

"Yes, I think it might be time to call it a night." Royal reaches for his pocket square, but he's not wearing one. So he tugs Kagami's out and offers it up so he can wipe off his chin. "Useful and fashionable," he drawls. Before he moves away from the bar, he pauses to touch the interface to leave a generous tip for the bar staff for the club soda spit-up. Then he steers the young man towards the exit, searching for Mary to give her a nod in thanks.

* * *

Mary is found semi-easily, she's up against one wall - sandwiched against by the woman she'd taken the fake stack off of. She's shorter than the woman by almost a foot, especially in those sandals she's wearing that go with the costume party outfit. It's mostly her eyes that track upwards, as she looks up from the mid-makeout session she was in to watch Royal and Kagami leaving. Her hand escaping the woman's flank to raise two fingers at them, noting the nod before she's back to misdirection.

* * *

Turquoise takes the card and tucks it into the pocket of pants tight enough that the card can be seen. Kagami's wink is met with a wink of her own, and she stands up to take her exit as well, wobbling a little as she walks out of the club.

* * *

Kagami lifts the square to his chin and stands those at least to Royal he can feel Kagami forcing himself to stagger and sway. To anyone else, dude is drunk. He turns his eyes to see Mary and grins a little. He groans as he passes someone with a stack and leans into Royal. "I'm so sorry…" He says in a slurred tongue. "I didn't mean to …the lady's gown… You were so close to getting her. I'm so sorry. Let's find you a lady of the… evening." He accentuates evening.