Digging Deeper
12th of January 2007 A.D.
The Hanging Gardens, you soon find, are different from most Vegas establishments in more than the obvious way. Where most casinos would rather the customer never see natural sunlight until their wallets had been aired out completely here there are plenty of glass roofs looking in on quieter nooks hidden away behind curtains of silk or greenery, the music softened such that whispers could be clearly heard, though not, Arlene assures you, overheard and to be honest you are just glad at the chance to sit yourself down between a pair of fashionably overstuffed pillows and and listen to someone talk. A bath would be even more relaxing, but that would be awkward to explain and you are not sure you want to risk giving away the secret of your recharge, just yet. Maybe if her plan to get Tommy here without mentioning the prisoners works.
"This city could be a great, a melting pot of passions, a fulcrum of adventures, but it is rotten at its core. The flesh trade goes one way, the line of eager visitors would be revelers goes the other, like two conveyor belts in a single great machine that seeks to turn dreams into sordid fantasies and people into hollowed out husks. Sometimes, not often, a tooth in that machine comes loose: a crooked cop who sends word ahead when a raid is about to happen, a local businessman who procures warehouse space. I prefer to make examples of them, what information they would be willing to give under duress would be of dubious quality and quick to expire beside however supposing I did hook a larger fish the best way to get information out of them while respecting the sanctity of their minds and souls." Arlene nods in the direction of an admittedly already rather perturbed Harry. "Offering them some assurance that they would survive the experience is one of the best ways to get them to talk. Tommy is of not well liked then at least respected by people in that foul business."
"So you asked him to come guarantee the safety of a prisoner?" You half-ask, mildly impressed and not trying to hide it. If she had only implied the parts about it being a prisoner from someone else's organization she would not have technically lied at all. A very useful skill to have.
"Alright we have about half an hour before he shows up lets see if I can get you up to speed on this 'wretched hive of scum and villainy'," the smile makes it clear she knows she's quoting Star Wars, the look it's paired equally clear that she is not joking.
"The first thing you need to know is that the Red Court and the White operate as a single monstrous organism, stripping everything from its victims in this town. Still the latter are a lot more likely to show their faces them the former. I could tell you were Bog Corey is on any given night just judging were most of the buzz is, but the main instigator of the blood trade among the Red Court goes only by the name of Socrates, if that is even a name and not a position under their perversion of nobility. For something more actionable there's Alfredo Marcel at the Xanadu... he's a very young for how much power and influence he has amassed, mostly off the back of enthralling Silk." Arlene sighs. "I swear I've tried to help the girl so many times and she never listens."
"That's why Kenneth was at the Xanadu to begin with wasn't it?" Tiffany interjects. "You sent him there to lure this Silk away from her vampire patron, but he proved able to turn her not just against the idea but against him, hence fight."
"And now you want us to sweep the whole thing up for you," Harry continues. He does not say anything about the subsequent fire thankfully and Arlene does not catch it on his face.
Before things can continue too much down this line Lydia steps into the awkward breech "I heard from those who have passed that people matching the description of the hitmen who tried to kill us also killed a Sergeant Stella Andrews was that also Tommy's... er people?"
"It's not impossible," she sighs. "Right before he was killed I heard that Special Vices was coming under the influence of the Red Court, it certainly matched the pattern of their last half a dozen or so busts, squeezing out the mortal competition, so she might have been squeezed back."
"You don't seem very broken up about that," Harry says, eyes narrowing in deepening suspicion.
"I worry more about people without the benefit a a gun or a badge to protect them," she answers coldly. "Either way something strange is going on with the leeches, they are acting like someone is fighting them in the streets when there's not even a proper challenge."
"A body without a head will often curl into a ball," Tiffany offers offhandedly before looking mildly embarrassed at the sudden silence. "What if their leader is dead?"
"And what, they are fortifying before they get the knives out?" Arlene asks, not-quite-scoffing.
"Assuming some kind of collective intern leadership, or more likely an adjunct keeping the death of the previous leader a secret it would not be beyond the pale, it would not be the first keep to bar its gates until succession has been settled."
Regained 2 Essence -> Now at 7/15 (Urge)
Before you or anyone else can say more a nervous server walks in with news of guests, plural, 'Little Tommy' had shown up with three friends at his back, but so has Mr Oliver Adkin in person.
Great either elderly Khemetic cult leader can trace cell phones or the literal crowd of ghosts we spoke to recently has been gossiping and the Pallbearers put two and two together.
Who do you meet with?
[] Oliver Adkin, high priest of the cult of Ra Descending
[] Little Tommy, leader of the outfit whose members tried to kill you and did kill a police sergeant recently
[] Split the party
-[] Write in how
OOC: Keep in mind you are still at 7/15 Essence; Lydia is at 6/7 and Lash is at 0/3 Faith.