Out with a Bang
13th of January 2007 A.D.
"Thank you for the offer, really, but we mostly just need this buried, they have already brought military grade weapons and now nerve gas. Who knows where this goes? Regardless it is going to need an explanation."
"Several," comes the dry counter from the other end. "One for the public one for the more informed elements of the body politic, one for the generals, one for
Daedalus," the word is just shy of open scorn, but that is about the most that can be said of it. "God be with you Ms Carpenter." It sounds more like 'Gott', her accent thickening a little, the only sign of strain you had caught from her, that and the words themselves, you get the sense that this is a woman who does not call on Divine Providence very often.
"And with you," you answer as the wheels of your rented van screech on roads moistened not by rain but, knowing this city even from brief acquaintance, by some kind of show or gimmick. Vegas in the late morning light seems tired and overexposed, like a movie from the seventies, a documentary of sin instead of the frantic heart of the act.
Despite this the Xanadu's golden dome stands out, embracing the morning instead of trying to outshine it, little wonder that it is one of the most busy clubs at this hour. Maybe that is all Sandra and her death cult are looking for, bodies to stack high. The side door Silk had mentioned is there, a little scuffed and peeling but unlocked. As the beats of a unfamiliar wordless song washed over you a worried bouncer lets you in, amusingly enough more confused at the 'old woman' than at any of the rest of you. Beyond lies what your mother might perhaps call a den of iniquity and not without some cause: soft velvet and honey-hued marble all focused inwards on poles of faux gold. Dancers in various states of undress are trying to make their way out though the crowd of men without being groped too much as the bouncers, including the fellow who let you in try to keep order. A light haze of smoke hangs over it all,
not from tobacco, you can tell at a whiff "Silk said to tell you she's in the Eros room, big one down the corridor, to the left," he instructs you as he pushes a guy in a bright yellow fedora back.
Tiffany rolls her eyes at the name, though she doesn't let that distract her long. "Eyes on the prize," she whispers to a blushing Lydia who had found a sudden interest in the ground. "There's worse things to see than a bit of skin.". As if on cue a trio of people in full latex gimp suits turn a corner only to get into a shoving match with what look like a pair of dishevled and discombobulated buisnessmen.
From up ahead you hear "Randal, you said this place was classy, first time here and they are having an evacuation for who knows who to see us. Mother was right I never should have married you!"
That is enough to raise a warm flush to your cheeks. Under other circumstances you might even have laughed at Harry muttering to himself: "Charity's gonna kill me."
You make it to the large obviously gilded doors of 'the Eros room', so named you assumed for the various statues of Greek gods and heroes in explicit postures. Things are more orderly here as a tall woman in a glittering purple dress gently prods the last stragglers of what must have been a large crowd towards the main entrance you had seen in the Crown-granted vision. One of the staff is trying to roll a large cake on a trolly whose precise purpose you would rather not contemplate in your direction blocking your view for a moment.
The next thing you know is Lash yelling: "Grenade!"
In a flash you are over the trolly, cake and server to see half a dozen of the damn things rolling in every direction. You recognize the wils eyed girl holding some kind of improvised rope aparatus as Jaida, one of the of the Sandra 'friends' you could not reach. She's shouting something about 'the end' but you are not paying attention to her compared to the half a dozen balls of death rolling around on the slick floor of the club.
At your back you can feel the impetus of Harry's magic gathering, but it's anyone's guess how much of the blast he'll be able to comtain.
What do you do?
[] Use Mind Hand Manipulation to crush as many of the grenades as you can before they go off (DEX+Melee to get as many as you can in time One base +1 for each success)
[] Hold your action, if they are throwing grenades this is going down and there's worse than high explosive in the works
[] Write in
OOC: Welp, showtime. 
